Thursday, May 18, 2017

Quick Mid Month Review



I am back on Spring Time chores again. Thankfully, I have the Boy Dog to supervise my every move.


 Gramps is still Gramps. He loves to eat and believes that any human in the kitchen equals a treat, handout, or an empty plate to be throughly licked clean. After all, he does have a purpose.


Recording some sweet miles on Strava and I am under the impression that the old Garmin is on its last leg. I tired uploading a No Excuse Loop but Strava had the big red bar "inciting a riot" No, how about indicating "missing data" to upload. Oh Well, The Boy Dog says he doesn't need to be tracked anyway.


 Our ever changing Colorado weather has lived up to its name. Mothers Day weekend produced a record high and then snow fell above 5,500 feet last night. The humor I find in this is a few gym members expressed their worries about their tomato plants freezing out. I laugh ONLY because every backyard grower plants tomatoes and I always feel that its just a waste of water. Think about it


I am also at fault here!! While I was watering the basil, chard, spinach, beets, carrots, peppers, and TOMATOES, this little bird hung out the WHOLE time. That bird didn't fly away when the dogs walked by, when I moved the nose, or when I walked by having forgot it was there. I took that photo with my phone and was only standing about 5 feet away. Happy Little Bird Looking To Be Added In A BoB Ross Painting


Epic Weekend Coming Up!! Epic Rides will be in town for the 5th Annual Off-Road Endurance and Downtown Music Fest. I highly recommend watching the video on that page. The 40 miler is closer to 50 miles with the course change and the 30 miler is spot on. The Klunker Krit and Criterium Race are both held on Friday. The Infamous String Dusters will be the big hit Saturdays night!! I'm pretty stoked with all the bands but the String Dusters are Phuc-N fabulous and ITS FREE TO ALL!! 




The gym has been treating me very well this month. For whatever reason this month, I took off the "heavier" weights and went with lighter weights and more reps. Not sure why I took this route but I have enjoyed the burn. Its much easier for me to focus on the full ROM and contract the muscle group near the end of each rep. I Like It


If you had asked me about mileage on the bike, I would have answered " Maybe 500?" And if you had asked me about milage for this week " No Clue" and those " Personal Records " are NOT anywhere near the top 100's from other recorded riders on our local trails. Well, let me toot my own horn here for a second, while on my commuter bike, I registered the 87th fastest time on the " Bridge Climb " up and over the mighty Colorado River towards the OM House. So Thats Whippin 

The next two weeks will include a lot of office time and we shall see how I manage training and Boy Dog time. This is a good thing but could be a little hectic for sure. I have two radio shows during the last week of the Month and Mr Jim might roll through the Valley on his return trip to California. 

So Until Next Time .... Eat Well ... Be Well ... And Smile For No Reason At All 


Cheers

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Tripendicular Ending of the Week




Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were pretty damn awesome because of the fluidity of merging plans. A damn good friend of mine, many call Hippie Jim, I refer to him as YellowOrangeBluePurple on air, had is own agenda and me with mine.

Mr Jim drove out from California ( doesn't everyone simply say Bay Area ) on Thursday. His final  destination is Denver before returning back to CA. I am always so thankful when he takes time out of his busy schedule to accommodate me and patiently/politely listened to my stories.



After "a" brew, he jumped on my commuter bike and headed for the downtown library as The Blue Z was performing a magic show for the kids. Those shows are flipping fantastic, just so you know. 

I rolled out on the Midnight Racer towards KAFM community radio station. YOU CAN listen to that show until the end of the month by clinking on the RADIOFREEAMERICA link. It's located on the right side of that web link.




Then, folks began arriving to the station to hang with Mr Jim just after 7:00pm. Hints: The Time Lapse Video. I look to be on the phone a lot and even Janet ( every other Wed at 3pm ) made a comment about the amount of phone calls. I think you 'll wanna have a listen and hear why everyone took the time to call. 





The end of that night, which included just "A" brew, that morphed into late evening story sessions. Where did you spend New Years, irrigation projects, upcoming Country Jam, and/or other wonderful moments in time were shared and accompanied with tons of laughter. " Are You Kidding" quotes flowed like the brew in a freezer frosty pint glass. Thanx Mr Jim


Friday morning came way early. Like Phuc Me early. The house was emptied out for two dogs to catch up on sleep by 7:45am and they totally crashed out. I definitely do not recall falling asleep by 8:00pm that night. Blur


Today was a date with Bangs Canyon!! Editing time lapse and photos tomorrow after work. Like I said before, Rockin' Last Few Days. Legs feel loose, shoulders pulled with power, and coordination/reflex abilities are clearly sharpening. This next week is forecasted for incredibly high and dry windy conditions which will create some interesting situations. Adventure On

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Righteous Time Lapse Action




Sweet little low pressure system floated over us, check out the rotation, and the sunset was pretty brief but epic in real time.

I wish I had captured the dogs in this video below. Both of them had to check out every branch that and had to mark over half of them. Too Damn Funny





Short Clips ... Thanx For Watching ... Cheers

Friday, May 5, 2017

Rolling Into May


Excellent week in the gym and added more weight to a few exercises. Shoulder press with dumbbells comes to mind, bicep preacher curls as well. But the Great News out of the gym world, they asked me to host another Ortho-Bionomy similar, which will happen on the 16th of May. SCORE and much Gratitude 




And This Moment In Time ..... Brilliant!! While I was foam rolling, The Boy Dog created this postcard perfect situation for a selfie. Look at those paws!! Can you say READY


The Boy Dog is always ready and knows my patterns and habits like nobodies business. If I begin to fill a bladder, out the doggie door he goes. If I put on my No Excuse Loop shoes, he is out the doggie door. If I open the utility drawer to find a lighter for the BBQ, out the doggie door he goes.

He is always ready and never complains. He has been rototilling the garden area for me and he so cracks me up. The other day, he watched me, he watched my every move, THEN, my hand trowel struck gold. I dug out an "old" soup bone that he had be patiently waiting for. He gently used his teeth to snatch away this treasure and worked that bone over for the rest of the evening while I transplanted veggies. Classic


I would really appreciate your feed back here!! Please, Comment as I will value your opinion. This is my first attempt and I would like to improve on this. My first thought, I would like more of a 3D effect rather then the two dimensional feel it has right now.



Been focusing on rolling my hips while I hike, walk, or run. Doing my best to find some fluidity in my ROM and working on strengthening my glutes. I have noticed the addition of power in my hammies while I was on the Midnight Racer but I know my glutes are a little weak or just not in balance yet.


I do like the step ups and have added them to my in-B-tween sets at the gym. I used to only "think" quads but now my attention has shifted towards glute and calf awareness and the whole functional unit. Does that even make sense??? The core exercises have totally made a difference.


GOALS:
Radio Show - hosting the Magic Carpet Ride in about two weeks time
Ortho-Bionomy - Preparing a demo for Crossroads Gym with new material
Starting Up In LLC - Logo, LLC, and sending the info to MAD Racing
3 Days On 1 Day Off - Heavy weight days with rest, road rides on "day off" , and more free time to hike with the Boy Dog. Will be heading up to higher elevation soon.





Here is my short video from the Fruita Fat Tire Festival. Notice whats missing??? Phuc-N People. Where the hell is everyone??? Makes me nervous about the up coming Off-Road Endurance Race. Tonight at Midnight .... 18 Hours Of Fruita ... Let's Rock ... Let's Ride


Cheers

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

An Amazing Eulogy

The following eulogy was delivered April 23rd at the Celebration of Steve Tilford’s Life in Lawrence, KS by cyclist and blogger Seth Davidson.

The day that Steve died, I checked my phone when I got up at 5:00 AM West Coast time. There was a message from my Illinois buddy Jack Daugherty with a single word: Tilford.
I didn’t know what had happened but I knew it wasn’t going to be good news. I went to Steve’s blog, and to put it mildly, it wasn’t.
On April 9, I got a phone call from Trudi. We’d never met. “Would you come to Steve’s memorial?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Would you speak?”
“Me?”
“Yes. Steve thought a lot of you.”
So here I am. Because no matter how much he thought of me, I thought a million times more of him.
I started blogging about seven years ago—or writing, as I like to call it – and Steve was already the leader of that Internet pack.
Steve’s words affected me, and apparently mine affected him, such that I’m standing here in front of you today. No higher mark of honor and respect has ever been paid to me, and I expect it never will, than to talk about someone who has done so much good, who has affected so many people through good words matched with such extraordinary good deeds.
I’m not surprised that Steve is dead. What I am, is amazed that he ever lived. Steve Tilford blitzed through life seeing, feeling, observing, thinking, and most of all, doing. He was all nerve endings, always firing, always on.
I’m not exactly here tonight to admire Steve as a cyclist. For starters, I’m the wrong man for that job. I’m a mediocre Cat 2 masters grandfather racer. An of the people here tonight that I’ve raced with might call me pack fill if they were feeling especially charitable. My only remotely plausible connection to Steve’s cycling career was watching the Levi’s Raleigh squad in Austin, where I was a student, in the 1983 and 1984 Tour of Texas. I trained with the Dicksons and Jeff Fields, contemporaries of Steve’s, but never raced in Steve’s circles. From a cycling perspective, me standing up here to talk about Steve the cyclist is kind of like the guy who was a placekicker on the JV squad giving a speech about Vince Lombardi to a room full of Super Bowl champions.
But I am here to admire Steve as a writer. We met for the first time in 2015, when he graciously agreed to fly to LA to be the guest of honor at our annual South Bay Cycling Awards. We were honored to have Steve as a guest for his accomplishments on the bike and for his unwavering support of clean sport, and, we were to find out a minute into his speech, for his phenomenal storytelling.
It was that evening I learned to admire Steve as not just a cyclist and writer and advocate of clean sport, but as one of the rarest things we’ll ever find on this earth, a genuinely good human being.
So in order to talk about Steve tonight as a writer, I decided to read his blog from the beginning, the date of the first post on September 14, 2003, by his good friend Vincent, and see where it led. Entries were few and far between until October 17, 2006, when Steve took over all the writing. In 2007 he averaged about six posts a month. In 2008, about ten. In 2009, about fifteen. From 2010 on, he posted pretty much every day. Steve was was to do this the rest of his life, on top of the gear, driving it relentlessly to the very end.
Sound familiar?
As I read I marked the lines he wrote that seemed quintessentially Steve. Things that only he could have said, or things that he said better than anyone else, or things that were truisms because he had done them. Things that if repeated tonight would bring a smile to your face. Things that would bring honor to an already beloved and honored name.
Here are a few:
Steve said: I don’t quit races unless I’m hurt or sick.
Steve said: The main field got much smaller, but on the descent on the 4th lap, I hit a dip and my handlebars snapped off by the stem. I was going through a downhill corner going somewhere near 40mph I guess. It was pretty lucky I didn’t fall.
Steve said: About 3 km out, going about 40mph I got crossed up, overlapping a wheel, and high sided. Needless to say it didn’t turn out too good. My frame is in more than one piece.
Steve said: $100 prize money. That works out to about .0001 cents for every brain cell I lost in the past 3 days.
Steve said: I was pretty wasted after Tulsa, so I decided to drive 1500 miles during the week to rest up.
Steve said: Brian broke two Zip 404’s at the end of the same race. I flatted two sewups, ruined a rear Shimano Carbon wheel and jacked up my frame. But, it could of been worse.
Steve said: OK. I’ll write my race review later, once I’ve had a chance to mope a little longer. [He had won masters nationals the day before.]
Steve said: One of the best things about the sport is the cool people you meet all over the country/world. Friends you have for a lifetime.
Steve said: I got an email from a guy in St. Louis. He had some questions about training. I tried to give him some answers. Anyway, he gave me his schedule and it involved riding three days a week on a trainer. Three hours on Wednesday. I told him that I thought that was completely nuts.
Steve said: I don’t regret not bringing a time trial bike to the race. For one, I don’t have a time trial bike.
Steve said: But, if you’re a cyclist from Kansas and you don’t embrace the wind, your life isn’t going to be very enjoyable.
Steve said:  I have always appreciated/loved most every aspect of the sport of bicycling racing. I think that racing bicycles full time is the equivalent of having a dog’s life. If there is an after life, I want to come back as a dog.
Steve said: Time to put in some base miles. I’m not sure what that is really.
Steve said: My favorite clothing are things that I’ve worn until it is nearly threadless.  So, don’t be anal about your stuff.  There is too much fun to be had using it.
There are hundreds and hundreds of lines like these. I’ve copied and pasted over 300 so far, but there are countless paragraphs that are gems in their entirety. In deciding to read the entirety of Steve’s blog I had no idea how big a chunk I’d bitten off. Steve’s blog contains roughly 360,000 words. If you throw in the comments, it’s double that number, easily. As a comparison, War and Peace has about 589,000. I’m a fast reader, but had to throw in the towel sometime around the entries from July, 2012. I had a plane to catch. Having sat down and chronologically read a massive portion of Steve’s writing over the last two weeks, some very important things became clear. Things I want to share with you tonight. Things of which I think Steve would approve.
First and foremost was the thing I started off saying. It’s amazing that he ever lived. That’s how incredible, un-repeatable, truly inimitable his life was. Steve’s life wasn’t one in a billion. It was one in infinity.
Steve’s life was unique because he started bike racing at age fourteen and didn’t quit until a few days ago, at age 57. Who else can come anywhere close to making that claim when you consider the level he raced and the variety of disciplines he conquered? He stands with only one or two others in the history of the sport. But what Steve did that mattered most to those who never met him, those who never had the chance to ride with him, those who could never have dreamed about being good enough to race with him, is that he wrote about it.
No one in the history of cycling has ridden so much, and ridden so well, and documented it in such copious detail.
Bike racing is human powered motion under adversity, and no one captured the motion or the adversity like Steve. His words were raw and his grammar was blunt. He tied the page together with action, suspense, humanity, irony, honesty, and most of all with truth.
We loved Steve’s writing because he let us train with him, get ready with him, drive to the race with him, and of course race with him. Vulnerable, he let us get disappointed, exalted, angry, happy, and of course he made us laugh. He flexed his powerful muscles and held them up for us to inspect. The skin of course was covered with scars, and most of the scars had a hell of a story behind them. Which, by the way, he’d love to tell you about over a beer, because he knew the exact details of how he’d acquired each and every one.
Steve started out just writing, but he became a writer. He conveyed a subject that is simply stated but that proved impossibly complex: How Steve spent his life racing bicycles. And the emphasis was always on the word life, not on the word bicycles.
The Internet overfloweth with people who talk about bike racing from the outside looking in. Steve and Steve alone told the story for fourteen straight years from the inside looking out, when inside meant international stage races, national and world championships, cyclocross, road races, crits, and MTB. Whether they were international stage races in New Zealand or neighborhood ‘cross races in Lawrence, none of it made any difference to him. A race was a race and therefore something interesting happened and therefore he was going to write about it. As Steve said, “I’ve learned something from every race I ever did.” After thousands of races, he was the thickest racing encyclopedia in history.
What’s more incredible is that his unbelievable span of almost daily writing left a historical record that covered the things he’d done during America’s second golden age of cycling in the 80’s and touched on most of its major, and countless of its most colorful players. He wrote contemporaneously about the past, injecting an opinion about racing with Lemond and Hampsten in between race reports from Burlington, Iowa or Lawrence, Kansas.
The effort that it takes to write daily is prodigious. To do it in a way that benefits the lives of others over the span of years is incomprehensible. What Steve left us is the world’s most complete bike racing and how-to-live manual ever written. I know because I’ve read a couple of hundred thousand words of it. There is no aspect of cycling he leaves unexamined, from the importance of small mistakes to brakes to tires to rain to cornering to dumb luck to strategy to course knowledge to health to tactics to teamwork to weather to hypochondria to travel to risk to chaos theory to recovery to injury … it is comprehensive such that there is only one word that could possibly sum it up: Genius.
And please take me seriously when I say that.
I lived in Japan for ten years and while there learned that the world doesn’t necessarily agree with us about genius. In the West we give great credit to natural talent and ability. In schools and in sports we spend so much time trying to spot the talented youngster early on. And when the champion stands on the top step we pay tribute to her natural talent, that thing with which she was born that drove her to greatness. Fate. Destiny.
But in Japan, genius is vastly subordinate to success that comes as a byproduct of hard work, something that every athlete knows, something that Thomas Edison knew when he said that genius is 1 percent inspiration, 99 percent perspiration. What is rewarded in Japan is not the genetic lottery, or victory the first time, but failure, work, failure, work, and eventually, hopefully, success. Perseverance is the revered concept of not giving up, of “ganbare.” In cycling terms, it’s Raymond Poulidor. And in the world of writing, no one epitomized ganbare like Steve Tilford.
I say this because few people I’ve ever come across had a more blue collar approach to writing. Steve would love to be called a blue collar writer, by the way. More so, he’d love to have his writing described as manual labor. Why? Because he loved building fences, shoveling snow, roofing, laying tile … as long as he didn’t have to do for a living. He loved, in his words, “seeing the progression.” And of course, trying to predict his finishing time.
Steve took up writing for several reasons, I suppose, but the only one he ever really articulated was his simple desire to write better, which dovetailed with his approach to being good at things like racing in the rain.  If you wanted to get better at it, you had to do it. A lot. He didn’t use spell check, and it showed. He misused some of the most basic grammatical constructions, “would of” instead of “would have,” “could of” instead of “could have. He created words like “abit,” “participate” for “participant,” and couldn’t ever seem to find the preposition “of” to go along with the word “couple.” It was always “a couple bikes,” “a couple places,” “a couple bucks.”
And of course the occasional reader would take him to task for his lack of polish. One day a reader bashed him for his mistakes and commanded him to edit better and to write simpler. Steve got kind of insulted, and said so, but then added that insults laced with the truth are the very best kind. How about that? What would the world be like if we all heard criticism that way? Here was Steve’s reply. I hope you hear these words, each one. They are powerful and awe inspiring as he stakes out his ground as a writer, with apology to no one. The title of the post was perfect: “Sanitized Shit”:
Here’s the deal, once again. I don’t profess to be a writer. Not even close. I do have a bunch of errors in each and every post. But, I’m pretty sure I can’t write this in any more simple English than I already do. I pretty much write like I talk. I am a bike racer, not a writer … I don’t really like reading anything I write. That is one of the reasons that there are so many editorial issues. Another is that I have no patience for it … And third, I probably couldn’t correct the posts to be grammatically correct even if I wanted to. I think the purpose of writing is to convey information and thoughts from one person to another … If you want sanitized observations about cycling, you should go down to your newsstand and pickup a Bicycling Magazine, because that isn’t what you’re going to get here.
He was right. That’s not what we got and he also knew it’s not what we wanted. Most of Steve’s writing did sound like he was speaking, none of it ever sounded sanitized, and the two million people who read his blog in 2016 knew that Steve was not only speaking, he was speaking to them. It’s why strangers would pull up to the Flying Monkey in Topeka and recognize him. “Are you Tilford?” one guy asked.
“Yes,” Steve said.
“I’m just here because I read about this place in your blog.”
Or the reader who sold him a new-in-box, 50-gallon water heater for $100. All Steve had to do was drive 600 miles to Chicago to get it. For Steve the manual laborer, 600 miles to pick up a water heater was nothing. There was probably a race nearby he was itching to do anyway. In December. Did I mention it was in Chicago? Best of all, he had made a new connection, a new friend. It was these encounters and experiences for which Steve lived and that gave meaning to his life.
And that gave meaning to ours.
Steve’s blue collar writing never became slick. No amount of copy editing could ever take away from the intensity and sincerity with which he tackled a subject. His writing about Cable, Wisconsin, about Tulsa, about Austin, about Bromont, about helping turtles cross the road, about buying breakfast for a guy who was down and out, about not charging rent to a man raising three stepchildren, about athletes who cheat, about the panic of a lost dog, about his disgust for Ricardo Ricco, about the love of a kitten, about the unfairness of a stupid call-up rule for master’s cyclocross worlds, endlessly about the silliness of leadout trains in USAC criteriums … these things were all constructed, unshakably, unassailably, with the building blocks of great writing: Knowledge, experience, observation, consideration, compassion, fearlessness, and vulnerability, all bound together with the only thing that can ever hold together anything that is great, which is truth.
And the truth, well, Steve blasted it out with a nail gun. And heaven forbid you were the board.
He was an advocate for real racing—Steve hated leadout trains in crits, radios, tt bikes, physical contact, taking your hands off the bars, excessive rules, crappy officiating, cheap shots, needless risk taking, macho talk, double echelons with only four riders, high entry fees, lousy prize lists, doping, dopers, dope peddlers, dopes … He wanted people to test themselves like he tested himself—on the strength of their luck, legs, lungs, bike handling, and brains, and when racers needed correction, he corrected them publicly and shared it with about five thousand people a day. The recipients often considered this negative or curmudgeonly. About two million people a year considered it honest, accurate, great writing.
Steve’s writing was this way because he was beholden to very few people. When he talked about being lucky or having freedom or having made sacrifices, what he meant was that he didn’t have to carefully consider which segment of people would be butthurt by the truth. No man is an island, but Steve was certainly an archipelago.
Steve’s writing was unique in another aspect. It was collaborative. He attentively read the comments, and let himself be informed by them. Incredibly, when people wrote nasty, vituperative comments and trolled the shit out of him, he never deleted it. “I don’t take it personally,” he would say. “But could they please wait until I’ve finished breakfast?”
Cruel words hurt, and Steve felt it, but he believed in free speech and saw trolling as the price of taking a stand, as a consequence of being a writer.
Unquestionably, Steve’s blog is the world’s best racing manual ever imagined, strategy by strategy, approach by approach, with hundreds of concrete examples and results in actual races of what works and what doesn’t. It was written in real time for eleven years covering five decades of racing at the highest levels of human endeavor alongside names like Heiden, Fignon, Carpenter, Grewal, Rogers, Knickman, Hampsten, Lemond, Hinault, Overend, Phinney, Pierce, Schuler, Bradley, Gorski, Kiefel, and countless more. These weren’t lessons churned out in a lab or on Strava. They were lessons learned in the blast furnace of bike racing.
So this much I can assure you. If you read through the roughly 360,000 words he has penned you will have a masters degree in bike racing, but far more importantly, you’ll have a Ph.D. in life.
Steve’s writing made heroes of his family and friends. Trudi, Kris, Vincent, Catherine Walberg, Brian Jensen, Bill Stolte, Michael Aisner, Bromont, Tucker, and of course Ella Schuler, you live in Steve’s writing with incredible boldness, as large as life itself. We may have never met you, but we admire and love you all the same simply because you were loved by Steve.
But for all that, Steve’s writing was also a challenge to us. What did you do today to make someone’s life better? Who did you nurture? Did you turn the other cheek? Who did you encourage, give a wheel to, shelter from the wind, impart a bit of useful advice to, or better yet, wisdom? What wounded, frightened animal did you feed, succor, and nurse back to health? What turtle did you lift out of harm’s way and set safely in the grass? After you die, will there be a room filled with people, standing in awe and humbled at what you have left behind? Will those who follow marvel at the lives you have touched, the people you have loved, the lives you have inspired, the humility and graciousness and excellence and happiness that you have spread?
Steve took the common tools of a keyboard and the Internet and, unschooled and untutored, he left a record that will stand the test of time. He invited us to join him, line by rough-hewn line, even as, in his gentle and good natured way, he also challenged us to do better. Ever the student, Steve said: So, for my New Year’s Resolution, I’m going to state that I’m going to take more risks.
Steve said: Everyone has a low point of each race.
Steve said: I have very few regrets in my years in the sport of cycling.
Steve said: But I kept pulling, knowing I wasn’t going to win.
Steve said: I am surprised how taken back I was with how fragile life is. It is there and then, poof, gone.
Steve has been talking to us for fourteen years now. I know you miss him. We all do. But if you take the time to go back to his words, you’ll find that he’s talking to us still. And will be. Forever.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Time Lapse & Radio Show



This Time Lapse Video Is Awesome!! Don't Mind If I Say So.

TODAY THE 28th:
The Fat Tire Festival in Fruita
Radio Show at 6pm
US Cycling Collegiate & Para Road National Championships
CMU Woodwind Symphony
Mystery Dinner Theater
Barrel into Spring Wine Tasting
WSCC Coin Show
Community Contra Dance

LET'S ROCK THIS WEEKEND!!
Cheers

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Pollock Bench Run .... Sort of

Sunny
Doc and Toe-Moss swung on by and picked me up for a Tuesday hike. We headed towards the Monument and arrived before I finished sending off text/e-mails. The weather front cleansed the air last night with wind and about .25 of an inch of rain. Ideal Trail Conditions

Windy

We walked and proceeded to solve all the 1st world problems in just a few short hours time. We would find a little shade or stare at the blooming cacti. AND NOT ONE DAMN PHOTO. Paint Brush, Fuchsia Blooming Barrel Cacti, and Tapertip Onions were all reaching for the sky. Photographers Dream

Rut Row

Fun little hike around the Pollock Bench area under sunny but cumulus clouds nearing by. Those pressure gradients pushed together and wonderful winds picked up. Something was building to the south but I wasn't all that concerned. Maybe an hour or so, we turned off Pollock and funneled our way down Flume Canyon Trail as Mother Nature was about to make an appearance. Thunder Rumbled

Rainbow Anyone??

In the bigger picture here, wasn't bad at all. Just walking around these canyon walls takes all the worries out. This would be my second Tuesday outing with Doc and what a kick in the A$$ he is. We all enjoyed each other company while finding common interest. My Kind Of Hiking

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Bangs Canyon/Rough Canyon Hike

The Boy Dog 



Gramps & The Boy Dog 



Kalinderrr's B-Day BBQ Sunset

Wanted to say," Congrats To PERTH And Her Six Years Of Blogging!! " She post such amazing photos damn near daily. She doesn't know it but she is also responsible for snapping me out of my blogging funk. Thank You Love

John MAD Racing Klish




Push Ups Anyone 
 Extremely solid days at Crossroads Gym these past few weeks. More info detailed HERE and some sweet little Strava numbers. Having said that, I can understand were the Strava Haters comments come from, I simply like checking out a months worth of workouts. No Worries

Contrast 




Monkey Man Thinks He Is A Mountain Goat




Klishy
 I also would like to thank PITTBROWNIE for his inspiring posts. Hope to see that guy/$100/dogs in May. Two other bloggers that have driven traffic my way are GZ Hang Nine and 50 after 40. All three of these bloggers speak from their heart, tackle daily life obstacles, and indulge in weekly adventures.



Lets Rock
RADIO SHOW THIS SATURDAY!!!!! You all remember the TV Show HEE HAW?? I remember my grandparents watching this show and I didn't have a clue about all the adult humor. I just liked the music, the old blood hound dog, and witnessing my grandpa laugh like there was no tomorrow.  

So this Saturday ( Earth Day 22nd of April Here In Colorado ) at 6am, web cam live, I am hosting The Oasis Show and will be highlighting skits from Hee Haw. I have some amazing clips of Dolly Parton ( like young 20's ) and Chet Akins and Baseball HOF Johnny Bench and a bunch of corn field stand up comedy to air on KAFM

Click on that KAFM link and that will take you to the home page. You will see the LISTEN! tap for live streaming. Next to it, ON AIR will give you the drop down option. Click on LIVE VIDEO STUDIO. I will be holding up the LP Covers of what is spinning, The Boy Dog will be in the studio with me, and maybe a guest or two??? 

Feel Free To E-Mail Me With ANY & ALL Musical Requests at travis.thepadre.reed@gmail.com

Thursday, April 6, 2017

RIP Brother Steve



Low Quality Audio ... Not A Professional Vlogger


UPDATE!!! Tuck is OK


2017/04/14 Update:
Thank you for the tremendous outpouring of kind words and memories.
Steve is my everything.
Now I realize how special he was to all of you.
We are blessed to have Steve in our hearts.
❤️️ Trudi

Let’s come together for the evening!
An evening to share our memories of a life rich with love, happiness, humility and compassion. His drive to be the best brought out the best in all of us.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Cider Gallery
810 Pennsylvania
Lawrence, Kansas
5:30-9:30 pm
Open House
Small plates, beverages and of course, pie!
Please RSVP to Stacie by April 17


Update 2017/04/17: 
Thought about Steve and everyone else this weekend. I will be updating a half months worth of numbers by the end of the week. Photos as well.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Photos & Meeting New People




Another Bitchin' Ryan D Video From The White Rim Trail




The Cody's Challenge was epic!! MAD Racing was invited to time this event. This event was MORE than just a timing gig. 




The organizers treated us like royalty, as they did with everyone.


Friday Night's Meet And Greet was awesome. The Band, The Parents, Race Director, Friends, Board Members, and Old Room Mates/Friends of Cody's were all in attendance and represented. For me, they were so easy to find common interest with.


The host " Cabin " was donated but the Grand Daughter of Behr Paints, or so I think thats how it was explained to me, during the weekend. The craftsmanship around this place was remarkable for sure. I would encourage you to click on these photos to really capture your eyes attention to the finer details.



I am in the process of finishing up a time lapse from just outside of this picturesque view. The video will offer some snow dropping in, clouds rolling in and out of the canyon, and a perfectly gorgeous water fall spilling down to the valley below. Amazing




And EVERY single racer was brilliant!! They thanked us over and over again, brought us food off the BBQ during Saturdays race, and were beyond casual during registration or finishing across the line. So many of them were surprised to find out that their finishing times were live on the net AND a web cam photo was available.


Listen Up Bloggers!! The Cody's Challenge will be celebrating 10 Years in 2018. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE sign up, donate, and be apart of these amazing festival.

This blog is for my own personal benefits, logging miles, journaling my Ortho-Bionomy journey, and a photo archive of the Boy Dog. But the Cody's Challenge is worth selling.

Cheers

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Totally Motivated Part III

Physically: Woke up feeling great!! Early stretching, rehydrating, and controlled calisthenics with a few cups of joe. A bike commute into a head wind and a trip over to the gym.

Shoulders/Tri day and damn that felt good. I saw a video about the military press and I followed that advice. Instead of the bench at a 90, drop to back a few holes. Now this does active the pecks but damn my shoulders were smooth and pain free. Lateral raises were awesome because I used the 10 pounder in my one hand at a 90 degree while I focused on my medial deltoid with the other arm.

Then, compared my card from a year ago. UNREAL. One arm kick backs.... year ago .... 10 pounders .... That was my warm up set today .... Again, Unreal. Its been a really good week and will have a 3 day weekend coming up for recovery period.

John & I hit the road Friday morning for Steamboat Spring Colorado. We have been hired to time the Cody Challenge Saturday ( APRIL FOOLS DAY ) and I couldn't be happier. An excellent cause, Steamboat is awesome, and we are looking at damn near perfect conditions.


Mentally: Shook off the old engrams, walking on water with my renew rejuvenation, and thanked my diaphragm for the number of breaths todays. Like, walking into my bank and holding the door open for a 3 or maybe 4 year old kid. He was a classic, as kids that age are. But the point was, I dropped the ball before Vegas and was penalized $2 dollars .... I didn't lose my marbles ... Just processed the situation and moved on ... Its were writing my intentions down comes into play ... I blew it, the bank saved me, the sun set.

Tomorrow is a full body routine at the gym and a massage. Wont take me long to pack and get organized. Then, severing up the concessions for the local reggae/infusion jazz/funk band at 9am. These guys are real good but they have a terrible name. Zolopht is starting their Spring Tour here at KAFM and then they are heading eastbound.

I am so ready to just find my groove, sells some brew, socialize, and get funky. Its What We Need



Here is last nights time lapse from Grand Junction Colorado. Another sweet on and hope you dig the Keller Williams!!

Cheers

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Totally Motivated Part II

Physically: Today was a Back/Bi day at Crossroads. Hopped up on the Dreadmill for a 20 minute warm up and focused on really rolling my hips towards that forward motion. Quads felt really loose, calves were unnoticeable, and my hammies felt healthy.

Staying with the new charting card theme, started off with Lat Pull Downs. My warm up set was with my last years main set numbers. Really contracting the Rhomboids with each rep and focusing on my lat while relaxing my hands as my as I could get away with.

Seated rows are so damn cool. Its just one of those exercise were you body remains quite. Sometimes I drift off as if I was really rowing.

My whole back routine was enjoyable today and I am thankful for that. Curls were entertaining because someone inflated the Bosu Ball I stand on. Took some concentration but handled the 20 pounders just fine.

A new exercise I really like is holding one of the 10 pound dumbbells at 90 degrees and curl with the other 10 pounds. Its pretty cool engaging all those stabilizing muscles while performing a normal curl. I used the 10's but could possibly try the 12.5 next time.

MENTALLY: Found myself running old engrams a few times today. Kind of in a bipolar way. Such as, while riding the commuter bike, wondered why I haven't been running all along?? Have Been. Why haven't I lifted heavier weights?? Have Been. Should I be riding more?? Have Been.

Basically, that was the theme in my head. A negative and then reinforcements. Another neg and then a justification. Just strange little moments in time to process and move on. I'm thinking that I'll pass on referring back to my old card at the gym tomorrow and just go through my shoulder/tri regiment.

Pulling into together. One day at a time. Feeling better everyday. Becoming stronger everyday.


Now this time lapse rocks!! Specially if you like Stave Kimock!! I ran the clip backwards at the end and sped the video up. Its only a minute or so long and worth a watch.


Cheers

Monday, March 27, 2017

Totally Motivated & Why

Two weeks off worked wonders for me. In ways that I was unable to articulate during that time.

Physically: I went crazy not too long ago and busted out a bunch of push ups which resulted in a nagging lingering shoulder issue. Not necessarily a tweak but just something to make note of.

My calves were always tender/tight most mornings after 5 mile plus outings from the day before. But no biggie.

The real physical hang up was that I had run myself into a rut. My body needed this break from that current routine. I just didn't realize that I was in that rut at the time. Thats were my "frustration" over this bothers me. I have read about these situations, I should know better, and I am not necessarily bitching about it. It is what it is.

Last week, we can chalk that up to laziness, never made it to the gym all week. My body felt relaxed and pretty good but not strong or stronger. The issue is whats above the shoulders.

Mentally: Simply no fire. I rode the bike to the office but thats just about it. The Boy Dog & I took walks but nothing worth mentioning from that week.

I loaded him up ( #1 Motivated ) last Sunday and we hit the desert for a pretty sweet outing. It was a perfect reminder. Cleared my headspace some and allowed me to focus on my visions, setting intentions, and asking the questions" Where Am I?" and "How is this serving me?"

So the two week break was perfect!! Hiking around with Shadow Boy, stretching out our legs, and ramping up our lymphatic system felt marvelous. That brings me to todays events....

Numbers: I rode to the gym today and you know it was a headwind the whole way. Its Spring Time in Colorado after all. After locking up the commuter, I began turning off the Garmin  ( #2 Motivated ) only to recognize that I complete this ride in under 8 minutes. I was just riding my bike.

I started the Dreadmill ( #3 Motivated ) at a very easy speed. Sorted out my iPod and entered in a preprogramed activity. I walked along and focused on hip rotation and body alinement. I stayed in and out of focus but found time to notice how my toes landed, spread, and pushed off. All of a sudden, almost lost my teeth, the Dreadmill went into cool down mode. Scored an effortless 2.2 miles in 20 minutes with an additional 5 minutes of cool down time.

While I was sort of burn out/plateaued in my fitness route, I also had abandoned my gym program tracking card. So today I was inspired to fill out a new card and pulled my old one from the file box. My lasted updated entry ( #4 Motivated ) was 2016-01-04. That original card had the date of 2014-03-12. Two years of past data was right there in my hands.

So my blank card started filling up with todays chest route. This is were the elevated testosterone blog title TOTALLY MOTIVATED came from. I easily warmed up with my peak weight from last years numbers. Like I said, my fitness had plateaued, it took a vacation to Vegas for me to realize this.

I felt so strong today. Every new entry was met with amazement. The peck deck ( #5 Motivated ) is a perfect example. Last year, 70 pounds for 3 sets of 12. Todays warm up was with 85 pounds!! My whole routine today was like this. Now, I am on the current plan of researching new exercise routines and advice for keeping fresh and alive mentally and physically.

Ortho-Bionomy: Our Rocky Mountain Ortho-Bionomy Center graciously ( #6 Motivated ) footed the bill for a booth during the Alternative Health Expo here in Grand Junction Colorado this past Saturday. I always arrive early and Saturday was no different. Hung banners, set out broachers, and displayed Biz Cards.

I performed a number of finger releases, shoulder demos, explained Ortho, and handed out a ton of Business Cards though out the day. Lets see how all that plays out. I spoke my truth and I seek the best possible outcome.




Cheers

Saturday, March 25, 2017

A Must Watch 50 Miler Video



Ryan is an amazing adventurer and creates some bitchin videos on Youtube. HERE is the link to the first episode of his Caballo Blanco Experience. Please check them out, watch more of his videos, Subscribe, & follow his inspirational attitude.


Cheers