dc the fittest? depends on the context.

This week saw the publication of a study by the American College of Sports Medicine that proclaims Washington, DC, as the “Fittest City in America.”

This had me scratching my head a little bit, as the study seems to weigh infrastructure factors above all others, rather than the general health and well-being of the population. Also, the study included Arlington and Alexandria, VA, in its study, which will skew numbers in favor of the fit.

I posted my thoughts on this subject over on BikeForums [edited for additional context here]:

Yes, the infrastructure is there: plenty of parks, MUPs and such. But do the citizens take full advantage of these? Perhaps those who live in the more affluent areas of the District (Dupont, Georgetown, upper Northwest, Capitol Hill), but there are plenty of less affluent areas in DC where other factors work against fitness (to the detriment of all involved with the cost of healthcare, etc.). If you expand the scope of the study to include Arlington and Alexandria, VA (as this study did), and the surrounding border cities in Maryland, it’s still a stretch to call DC the “fittest city,” though the odds improve in terms of finding fit people.

But [a fellow BikeFoums member] who quipped that the study “must have forgotten the area that isn’t tourist-friendly” really isn’t that far off. What about the east side of the Anacostia River? There’s a high rate of diabetes, obesity and other preventable diseases and conditions in this area which is well off the tourist radar. Same with pockets of Prince George’s and Montgomery Counties in Maryland, where low-income families have more immediate perceived worries than physical fitness.

It’s as if the study turned a blind eye on Wards 5, 7 and 8, with their comparatively lower income levels and less-developed infrastructure of MUPs, bike lanes and trails. While there are recreation centers in these areas, complete with fields, tennis and basketball courts, and swimming pools, these facilities aren’t always used to their best potential. For example, swimming pools are used most often as a means to cool off and relax in the hot months of summer, rather than as a fitness venue.

I continued with my BikeForums post:

In my neighborhood (Dupont Circle/Kalorama), there are a great number of fit people, many of them younger, almost all fairly affluent in the grand scheme of things. They ride their bikes, run, swim and take advantage of the provided infrastructure, as well as pay-to-play resources like health clubs. But my neighborhood isn’t at all representative of DC, as a whole.

And that’s my beef with this study: it seems to look very fondly upon the more-visited and more gentrified parts of the DC area while turning a blind eye on the poorer areas where fitness levels are lower. Sure, northwest DC (as well as Arlington County) is a veritable treasure trove of fitness infrastructure, and the people who live in these areas take great advantage of the spoils of their location.

However, simply crossing to the east side of the Anacostia River reveals an environment where riding a bike on the streets often puts one in a danger zone: few bike lanes and MUPs, a populace that isn’t used to co-existing with bikes on the roads, fewer public pools and parks. It is good to see any movement toward improvement in this area (e.g. the Southeast Tennis and Learning Center and the Anacostia River Recreation Trail), but the money-rich parts of the District seem to see the better half of free fitness amenities.

As I concluded on BikeForums, I take this ranking with the same grain of salt as Bicycling’s declaration of DC as “America’s Most Improved Cycling City“: it’s all well and good, but there’s a lot of missing context. We have a fitness fanatic mayor (whose favorite outdoor pool is now heated – go fig – and who keep up with his bicycle racing and triathlon schedule with seemingly more excitement than his governing duties) and a section of the city (and surrounding environs) that is chock-full of active, fit citizens. But DC isn’t all pretty, trim people: the District has more than its fair share of poverty, preventable disease and obesity.

Context is everything.

workout log: 26 april 2009

Activity: road cycling
Location: Marshall, VA > Markham > Paris > Bluemont > Airmont > Marshall
Distance: 55.0 miles (hilly with rolls)
Duration: 3:07
Weather: sunny and hot, 83-90 degrees
Climbing: 4,557′
Avg HR: 155 (max 188)
Type: aerobic

PPTC “Backwards Blue Ridger” ride. After yesterday’s hard ride, I was a bit torched coming into this one. I’d repaired some of the flaws, though: I had a new FSA chainring installed on the bike, and I’d taken my allergy meds (somewhat doubling up, just so I wouldn’t run low during the ride). But I hadn’t properly refueled the night before, and I knew that going in (hydration wasn’t the issue – glycogen stores were).

The ride was fast to the base of Naked Mountain, and I got a good start up the mountain. But Jonathan launched a furious pace up that I couldn’t match without going into the red for a long period of time – a recipe for disaster when the heat is so furious. I realized that I needed to cut down the intensity of the ride to get any benefit from the effort, and I did – most clearly shown in my slow, crawling ascent up Mt. Weather. The rest of the A-class riders dropped me here, which was fine, as I wanted to keep my HR from spiking. I made up a lot of ground on the descent (broke 50 mph for the first time on Mt. Weather Road during the drop onto VA Route 7), and arrived at the Bluemont Store only a few minutes behind the leaders.

After a long rest break (most of us had ridden the Apple Blossom ride on Saturday, and were showing the effects of the heat and effort), we forged on to the rollers leading back to Marshall. I rode strong with the lead group until mile 45, and then had to fight to catch back up with them. Once I did, they kicked it up another notch about 3 miles from the parking lot, and I let them go. T’was better to save the effort for another day.

This weekend of rides was my first all-out shelling of the season: I’d spent my energy and had nothing left to give. I ate a good post-ride meal, drove back to DC, and took a 2 hour nap – rest that was most necessary. I know that I need to rebuild my energy stores for next weekend, when SkyMass and Nokesville beckon (at least these rides are in a more logical order: big hills on Saturday, flatter spinning on Sunday).

workout log: 25 april 2009

Activity: road cycling
Location: Boyce, VA > Rockland > Stephens City > Middletown > White Post > Boyce
Distance: 64.2 miles (rolling)
Duration: 3:21
Weather: sunny and hot, 81-90 degrees
Climbing: 3,000′
Avg HR: 164 (max 190)
Type: aerobic

PPTC “Apple Blossom Bouquet” ride. This was a bit of a hammerfest, and I easily won the first county line sprint, even with some other race horses in the pack. The combination of the heat and the pollen (I’d forgotten to take my allergy meds in the morning) took their toll on many in the group. For me, though, the icing on the cake took place during the second county line sprint: I had the easy break and then POW! My new chain fell off the big ring, mid-sprint. I tried to re-rail it, and it kept coming off. It turns out that I’d bent the chainring! Ouch! I was very lucky not to crash, and I still took second in the sprint while spinning madly in my small ring-small cog combination.

I had to ride in the small ring for a few miles after that, which allowed the rest of the pack to move on at a faster pace. However, thanks to Jason’s inquiry, I managed to straighten the ring using vise grips, thanks to the tools of two amateur truck mechanics (thanks, guys!). Jason and I eventually caught up to the pack, which had been slowed by a field of roofing tacks that punctured one rider’s tire.

After the regroup, we rode out the last 20 miles of the route, though we missed the cues at White Post, which meant that the classic, over-the-hilltop finish sprint was missed and the distance shortened by a few miles. Given the unseasonal heat, not many were fazed by this (save for Jonathan, who had totally planned out his victory move). All-in-all, a good ride, though I was quite spent at the end.

workout log: 18 april 2009

Activity: road cycling
Location: Thurmont, MD > Caledonia Valley, PA > Gettysburg-Liberty Valley, PA > Thurmont
Distance: 90.0 miles (hilly)
Duration: 5:32
Weather: sunny to partly cloudy, 70-79 degrees
Climbing: 6,006′
Avg HR: 149 (max 188)
Type: aerobic

An impromptu ride with Ed and Chris on a new route that Ed scouted out during the winter. This ride had everything: some big hills to start things out, old-growth pine forests, placid mountain lakes, rolling orchards and traverses through Civil War historic sites. I had a good time on the big hills at the beginning, though my long-distance climbing strength isn’t where it was in 2008. We took some long breaks during the ride to take in the scenery. This will be a good club ride during the summer or fall.

vehicular cycling: stops and starts

Today’s post at Greater Greater Washington encouraging the passage of legislation favoring the so-called “Idaho stop” has me a bit incensed.

I understand the draw of legalizing “Idaho stops” – a.k.a. “rolling stops,” where a road user can treat a stop sign as a yield sign if conditions permit – when it comes to vehicular cycling (VC). There are many times when traffic conditions favor treatment of a stop sign as a yield: when there is no cross traffic, or when traffic in all directions is gridlocked but a lane for a bicycle is clear. And from an efficiency standpoint, it is less efficient to stop and start a bicycle. The video on GGW’s article explains this quite well.

But the reason the law works in Idaho is because it is a decidedly non-urban cycling landscape. Much of Idaho is rural, and even the more urban areas of Boise, Pocatello and Idaho Falls are a far cry from the urban landscape of Washington, DC, and its suburbs. While many intersections in Idaho see a handful of cars in a day, most intersections in DC see quite a few cars – especially routes that lead to and from the city’s centers of commerce. Additionally, many intersections lack sufficient sight lines to adequately assess the traffic situation: buildings, foliage and parked cars often interfere with the ability to judge how “clear” an intersection is until the very last moment, mitigating the ability to roll efficiently through intersections.

And then there’s the important factor of road stewardship. When a cyclist takes to the road, he inherits all the same responsibilities as a motorist. There are rules and regulations in place to ensure the safety of all road users, from cars to trucks to scooters to bicycles. And while many VC practitioners will argue that an “Idaho stop” law would simply “make legal the reality of the roads,” it’s not that simple: what cyclists do in running stop signs and red lights is create a negative impression with other users – not just motorists, but other cyclists, pedestrians and onlookers. Taking ownership of the situation means taking into account the greater picture of traffic and safety, which means following the rules and regulations of the local jurisdiction.

Furthermore, many discussions I’ve read regarding the adoption of “Idaho stop” laws misinterpret the law. It does not allow cyclists to run stop signs in occupied intersections, including situations like four-way stops where all ways are occupied by other users. In this case, right-of-way still applies, even under the “Idaho stop” rule, yet many comments I’ve read think that it will exonerate all cyclists and their less-than-legal, less-than-courteous, less-than-respectful behavior.

And this behavior can – and does – cause injury to cyclists. I’ve seen cyclists hit by cars in controlled intersections when the cyclist proceeded into an intersection against a stop sign or traffic light. There have been times where I’ve seen distracted or inattentive motorists disregard traffic signals and signs and nearly hit cyclists and pedestrians. And I’ve seen cyclists bomb through stop signs, giving very rude replies to motorists and other users (this cyclist among them) who call out their foolishness and carelessness.

I realize there are plenty of laws on the books that need to be enforced, both with motorists and cyclists:

  • Stop signs need to be enforced for all users.
  • Cell phone laws need some teeth behind them.
  • Headphone use by cyclists is technically illegal, too, and needs to be enforced.
  • One-way bike paths need to be enforced as such.
  • Double-parking laws need to be enforced to keep bike paths clear.
  • Cyclists should be enforced on the requirement that they signal their intent when riding in the road.
  • The three-foot rule needs to be both acknowledged by both cyclists and motorists, as well as enforced.

And the list could go on and on. But adding another law to the books that favors a specific vehicular class while putting said class into a questionable safety situation is the wrong approach.

Perhaps an approach similar to that used in Amherst, MA, where cyclists have their own traffic signals at many intersections, would work here. Or maybe a lane that is physically separated from the main road would work – it certainly does in both Paris, France, and Munich, Germany, and a pilot program in New York City proved successful in the traffic jam that is Manhattan. The latter examples are ones that would be applicable to an urban area like DC, and combined with proper enforcement (including a bicycle police squad that is in proper shape to pursue and intercept fast cyclists, as well as command respect from the cycling community), could create a viable long-term solution to integrating bicycles into the commuter matrix of DC.

But the “Idaho stop” is not the right solution for DC.

(Besides: starting from a full stop is great training, promoting the use of applied power and helping keep the cyclist in shape – another positive benefit of VC!)

welcome to afd!

There have been some good ones and some clunkers this year.

Good:

Bad:

  • Google’s CADIE – what’s the point, exactly?
  • Ashton Kutcher’s questionable-taste Twitpic of what, presumably, is Demi Moore’s posterior.

And as a cyclist, this 2007 post from the late, great Sheldon Brown on how to get your bike chain really clean is still priceless.

Did you see any fun ones? Leave ‘em in the comments!

Also: if you’re reading this post via RSS, get out of your reader and look at the site directly before midnight (EDT) to see the special theme of the day.

tuesday thoughts: stuff that makes me scratch my head and say “wha?”

Here are a few things that have me asking what’s the matter with society:

  • Please, please, please send Marion Barry to the political pasture – preferably to jail! His continued “devil could care” attitude toward paying back taxes sets a ridiculously bad example, and violates his current probation. That the people of Ward 8 continue to vote for this guy – who brings zero to the table in terms of valid, progressive legislation – is simply sad.
  • If politics between the United States and Russia have devolved to this level, I hope President Obama knows what’s in store with U.S.-Russian relations. The world is too small for such silly arguments – especially when the entire “functional world” is barely bigger than two city buses!
  • Then again, right now is as good a time as any to ponder the other G20 – the one in Glasgow.
  • We’re still dangling the bailout carrot in front of GM and Chrysler – why, exactly, I do not know. Wouldn’t it be refreshing to see the business cycle actually play out, where big companies can – and do – fail every so often? If there’s a lesson to be learned, it’s that past failures of giant corporations have often brought about new creativity and innovation that, in the long run, has helped the economy diversify, grow and prosper. So let’s stop propping up these ancient Goliaths, Mr. President, and let them fail and rise from the ashes as new, fleet, innovative and future-looking enterprises. The Big 3 are dead! Long live their progeny!
  • And while I commend the newly-enacted changes in Utah’s liquor laws that abolish the arcane and less-than-welcoming “private club” system, one of the other plans of the newly-signed legislation is simply baffling: the requirement that all mixed drinks be prepared “out of sight of persons under the age of 21.” What the hell? This is progress? This is obviously the direct result of the meddling of the LDS Church, to whom I say this: remember that those things you repress become your secret vices (read: internet porn, betting on horse races, high-stakes gambling, lottery, et al).

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the coming of spring to the District. The grass is no longer dormant, the daffodils, tulips and hyacinths are rising from their winter slumber in the soil, and the magnolias and cherry blossoms are quickly reaching peak beauty.

And with all these wonders come the things that we DC residents both love and hate: the tourists who can’t buy a clue. They block the escalators at Metro stations and stop to gawk and talk in the middle of busy sidewalks. They overrun areas that are usually the domain of DC locals (e.g. Hains Point during the Cherry Blossom Festival) and take away all of the elusive parking places throughout downtown and Georgetown. They cut off cyclists and pedestrians as they try to navigate our sometimes baffling streets, and get confused when locals give them directions that wouldn’t make sense to non-locals.

And they bring us the money that we desperately need to keep our city going. So welcome, fair tourists! Enjoy your stay, but keep an eye on how the locals do things, and try to emulate us. We all learned the hard way, in the beginning, so a bit of copycat behavior might save you some awkward humiliation.

monday musings: cycling goals and stuff i want to do

I figure that today’s musings (actually on a Monday, no less) will be forward looking. I want to share some cycling goals for 2009, as well as some longer-term aspirations. A lot of the latter was brought on by Sarah and her impending adventures in Jordan (color me jealous).

The big cycling goals for 2009 are:

  • Beat my 2008 time at Mountains of Misery (pardon the rather unfortunate picture there – it seems that the organizers really like to feature pictures of this rider and her suffering expression). Last year’s total time was 6:36:26 – and I know I can do better than that.
  • Finish the Harpoon Brewery-to-Brewery Ride with energy left in the tank.
  • Enter a few races – preferably not crits, as I’m not a fan of demolition derby on a bike.
  • Beat my previous best at Mountain Mama (6:03:21) – quite doable.

Before I do any of that, I need to get my bike tuned up. While I know that Campagnolo Egropower shifters can be rebuilt – and I’m sure that I can do it – I’m a bit sheepish, and may end up having my LBS do the honors. I know that I need to replace my chain and derailleur hanger, both of which are jobs within my skillset. And I need to track down a new bottom bracket, in all likelihood (it’s probably best that I bite the bullet and go with the ceramic model, which is much more durable – the basic cartridge unit wears down quickly).

Now, on to the “stuff I want to do” part….

I love traveling.

I love flying and airports (which seems weird, but I’ve been a fan of both since I was a wee tot). I love the thrill of seeing new places and the wonder of things that are different. These things can be nearby or far away – though I prefer the latter.

So here’s a quick list of places I want to see and things I want to do in the not-too-distant future:

  • Ski the Haute Route.
  • Ride my bike in the Alps, Dolomites and Pyrenées – possibly in l’Etape du Tour, La Marmotte or the Grand Fondo Marco Pantani, though I’d happily ride a self-designed tour through any of these areas.
  • Visit my mom’s homeland along the Black Sea.
  • Go skiing in South America or New Zealand.
  • Hike and/or ski in the Canadian Rockies
  • Visit some National Parks in the west (e.g. Zion, Yosemite, Crater Lake).
  • Visit Norway and Sweden.
  • Hike from hut to hut in the Alps in the summertime.
  • Get together a group of friends for a trip somewhere.

It’s a bit of an unruly list, I know. And if you know the way I travel, I’m not one who sits still for long. I’m not like Rick Steves, who lays out tour itineraries that spend very little time in any one place, but I’m not one who simply sits back for more than an hour or two while on holiday. This can be problematic to folks who travel with me (e.g. I kinda, sorta missed out on the café culture in France, as I wanted to be on the move – a mistake I won’t repeat when next I’m there!), and I need to remind myself to slow down and soak things in.

But I love to travel.

I love to be on the move.

I love adventure.

And I know that the next year or two will be fairly barren in terms of new sights and destinations. It’s a bit frustrating to me, as I really like seeing new things and doing something that isn’t the same ‘ol, same ‘ol. But there are quite a few factors that force me to play my hand a bit more conservatively, and I’m going to roll with those punches. 2009 will be a much lighter travel year, for sure; I hope that 2010 has a bit more in store, but it’s too early to tell.

I can keep dreaming, though, and that’s not a bad thing, at all.

a short post

Just want to assure folks that I’m still around.

What’s been going on? Let’s see…

I’ve been riding the bike, and my mileage for Jan-Feb 2009 is almost the same as the same period in 2008, though I’m at odds to explain why, because I don’t feel like I’ve been on the bike as much. However, I have, which is good, because I’m starting to feel like I want to ride it again. All of the riding last year caused a wee bit of burnout, and the break from the bike – or even the perception thereof – seems to have done the trick.

That said, I’m still wishing I had the resources to get in more skiing this winter. I’ve loved the outings I’ve taken this season, including a day trip to Mount Snow, VT, last weekend. But further trips don’t look like they’re in the cards, as other considerations (including some pricey-yet-necessary dental work) have eaten away at the possibility of any more big trips. Oh well – winter will return, and the skis will remain sharp and at the ready.

We had an enjoyable Pi(e) Day here in The Burrow yesterday. sprite baked two pies (apple and pecan), and Michael brought two quiches for the savory end of things. All told, six of us had a grand time eating, talking, drinking and playing Trivial Pursuit. T’was good times – and even Jeremiah, the fraidy cat of the house, made an appearance before folks left.

Okay, I’m off to bed. I’ll try to post more often, even if it’s just a quick observation or quip – gotta keep the posts coming.

out out, brief candle (r.i.p. tony)

Emmet “Tony” Larimer died last night, aged 79.

And for the past 27 hours, I’ve been at a loss for words.

Tony was more than a teacher to me. He was a friend and mentor, a role model for conducting one’s self at all times. He was a gentleman among giants, a kind Grinch, a master thespian and constructive acting coach, a master of two bards (Shakespeare and Seuss), and an icon to everybody who had the chance to work with or learn from him.

When I first learned he’d developed lung cancer, I posted about it. And those words still apply – all of ‘em.

But there’s one other thing that Tony taught us all in his English classroom all those years ago, another one of those things that’s impossible to forget:

metonymy

According to Webster’s, metonymy is:

A trope in which one word is put for another that suggests it.

It’s not one of the most often-used terms of the English language, but Tony made sure we never, ever would forget it. And why? As Tony would say:

“It contains my three favorite words: ‘me,’ ‘Tony’ and ‘my.’”

How can you argue with that? Three easy words for any of his students to keep in mind for a bit of grammar that is used every day (search the ‘net for examples if you need a refresher course – I’ll wait).

So to use a metonymy here that only fellow Winged Lions will recognize: the Lincoln Street Marching Band & Chowder Society raises a glass to a fallen comrade, mentor, leader and friend.

So Tony is no longer giving the cancer hell – he’s moved on to a new journey.

He fought the good fight, and we fought it with him. It can be seen in the outpouring of kind words on Tony’s Facebook page just how much he meant to his students, colleagues and friends.

Tony’s death strikes a chord within me and leaves a tangible void. He respected me, warts and all. He allowed second chances, but not without a lesson involved. He loved unconditionally, and triumphs of his students actually meant something to him, whether or not they were in his class. And I know he always marveled in what his pupils went on to do after graduation – he would live through them, and continues to live on through them.

His face conveyed a range of emotions that could run the gamut from elation to despair, fear to aggression, fatigue to hyper within a matter of seconds (and the eyebrows always played a role – who can forget them?). His voice – oh, that voice – resonated around the halls of both RHSM campus locations, becoming an intrinsic part of the bricks, boards, books and desks.

It’s impossible for me to think about RHSM without Tony in the hall, or in his office, or in the auditorium asking for the 14th take of a scene from Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, or walking between Van Evra Hall and the main lobby at the old Avenues campus, or playing the Grinch for generations of students and colleagues.

And his impact reached far beyond the school, deep into Utah’s arts culture. That community grieves, as well.

Tony, yours was certainly not a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing. Yours was a tale told by a kind and wise master, signifying much more than you will ever know.

I will never forget you – or your loving, caring wife, Marie, who always comes to mind when I have a biking mishap and have to crack open the first-aid kit.

Tony, you were, and are, my Captain.

Bless you and thank you, Tony Larimer.