I have a hard time letting myself be lethargic. OK, see, there I go. I have a hard time letting myself rest and be idle because I view it as lethargy.
For the past five days I have been battling a cold, helplessly letting it run its course from my nose, to my throat, now to my chest. Geez let's hope it ends there instead of continuing the journey southward. This is a predictable and seemingly unavoidable pattern in my life: after a season of traveling and racing my bike I often catch some bummer virus once I settle down in the Fall.
Lauren had the same bug about a week before I did, though she managed to kick it in much less time. Why? She truly embraces the downtime... sure, it sucks to be sick and it sucks to feel miserable; but does napping all day, journaling, and catching up on corny soap-operas really seem that bad? To me, yes, though I don't condemn her for it. If anything I am jealous; even with the flu I pop my eyes open at six a.m. and start mentally arranging my day. Let's say I manage to lock myself in the house in an attempt to rest... well, the house needs cleaning and the clothes need washing and my bike needs maintenance. I am my own worst enemy, and my virus's best friend.
Fortunately the weather encourages me to rest. The past week has been dark and damp here in the "City of Trees", and the temperature low enough to entice me into sinking into a down comforter. Nonetheless I am still sick and still stir crazy.
That's all I've got for now. I am at the school studying for my first test of the year: Chapters one through five in ME 532: Fundamentals of Acoustics. Yay, wish me luck. I'm hepped up on cold medicine, coffee, and Brownie Bites and ready to go! Just kidding. Later.
9.20.2004
9.14.2004
At the cabin
The past weekend was awesome. Although we had to amend our plans so I could return to grade papers, Lauren and I got to spend some time up at her dad's cabin in Crouch, Idaho. The name itself, Crouch, doesn't sound too appealing. In fact it makes me think of "Squat", or "Squatters"- people who illegally reside in a disheveled home. The town couldn't be more of an opposite... beautiful split-level cabins owned by ranchers and retired city folk, a slow laid-back pace and an economy that relies on local river-guide companies and ranching. Sure, it still has a small percentage of "squatters" just like any town; in fact, my father called it home for more than a year! But overall it's a quiet Idaho town.
We left Saturday evening, about six p.m., in Lauren's little red truck. After stopping at the store for some necessities (see: candybars and wine coolers) we floored it over the summit into Horseshoe Bend. I had been sort of anxious that evening; grumpy about my job of grading papers and antsy from not exercising at all over the past week: I was in serious need of a getaway. We passed through HB and continued up the road into Banks, then headed east towards Crouch. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the temporary sugar-high we were fetching from the NutRoll candybar, but we decided to pull over and hop in the river. "Hop", as in dive head-first into an ice cold eddy near some rocks. It was so exhilarating, such a shock to the system, so liberating. I left any and all anxieties in the river.
By the time we got back in the truck and got up to the cabin, the light was abating and the temperature dropping; the day conceding defeat to the relentlessly impending darkness. We opted not to go for a hike as previously planned but instead sat on the porch listening to the invisible critters around us. We played our part in the food chain by flipping on the porch light... hordes of insect victims flew from the forest to the lightsource only to be intercepted by bats on the way. We grew tired of feeding the creatures and went up to the loft to bed down for the evening. Between the Dave Sedaris satire I read to Lauren and the sub-forty temperatures outside, we both started to nod off comfortably snuggled down into the thick cotton blankets. I actually slept in a separate bed: less firm, unfortunately, but I was able to stretch out without vying for space and covers against Lauren and her dog, McKinley.
At six a.m. I awoke to Elk cries down in the valley. There is an Elk ranch that raises them for meat and "Elk Antler Velvet Capsules", supposed to be an 'exceptional blood tonic and all-around supplement' (see: snake oil). Elk sound so primitive: you could sware that the piercing screams are coming from some mammoth just beyond sight. The cold night also brought rain to the valley, and it was still raining when Lauren and I left the cabin for an early morning hike.
We drove back down towards Banks a few miles and parked beside the road. Skinny-Dipper Hot Springs lye in wait just a mile or so up a hillside trail, and we set out with conviction up the slippery slope. It was still raining, and by the time we got to the pools we were both soaked and cold: a perfect prep for a dip in a natural hot bath. The water temperature was perfect, hot but not too hot to completely submerge myself and sit on the sandy bottom of the pool. The moment was sublime: clouds rolling up the mountainside around us, fat rain-drops plopping on the surface of the water, the steam swirling up off the pool then joining the passing mist. Lauren is beautiful, I see it more everyday, but especially in moments like these. Her beauty is amplified by raw nature. So far away from the sounds and influences of the busy city, she was illuminated.
That was the highlight of the entire trip, the highlight of my entire month. We made it back to Boise that afternoon: I went down to the U to grade and she returned to the cabin, picking up her father en route. The alone time was actually great to reflect on the magnitude of the experience and its affect on my soul.
It's Tuesday now and I'm back in the grind of school and work. Of course, how much of a grind could it really be if I am able to take such an interval to write these silly details? Life is, wow.
We left Saturday evening, about six p.m., in Lauren's little red truck. After stopping at the store for some necessities (see: candybars and wine coolers) we floored it over the summit into Horseshoe Bend. I had been sort of anxious that evening; grumpy about my job of grading papers and antsy from not exercising at all over the past week: I was in serious need of a getaway. We passed through HB and continued up the road into Banks, then headed east towards Crouch. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the temporary sugar-high we were fetching from the NutRoll candybar, but we decided to pull over and hop in the river. "Hop", as in dive head-first into an ice cold eddy near some rocks. It was so exhilarating, such a shock to the system, so liberating. I left any and all anxieties in the river.
By the time we got back in the truck and got up to the cabin, the light was abating and the temperature dropping; the day conceding defeat to the relentlessly impending darkness. We opted not to go for a hike as previously planned but instead sat on the porch listening to the invisible critters around us. We played our part in the food chain by flipping on the porch light... hordes of insect victims flew from the forest to the lightsource only to be intercepted by bats on the way. We grew tired of feeding the creatures and went up to the loft to bed down for the evening. Between the Dave Sedaris satire I read to Lauren and the sub-forty temperatures outside, we both started to nod off comfortably snuggled down into the thick cotton blankets. I actually slept in a separate bed: less firm, unfortunately, but I was able to stretch out without vying for space and covers against Lauren and her dog, McKinley.
At six a.m. I awoke to Elk cries down in the valley. There is an Elk ranch that raises them for meat and "Elk Antler Velvet Capsules", supposed to be an 'exceptional blood tonic and all-around supplement' (see: snake oil). Elk sound so primitive: you could sware that the piercing screams are coming from some mammoth just beyond sight. The cold night also brought rain to the valley, and it was still raining when Lauren and I left the cabin for an early morning hike.
We drove back down towards Banks a few miles and parked beside the road. Skinny-Dipper Hot Springs lye in wait just a mile or so up a hillside trail, and we set out with conviction up the slippery slope. It was still raining, and by the time we got to the pools we were both soaked and cold: a perfect prep for a dip in a natural hot bath. The water temperature was perfect, hot but not too hot to completely submerge myself and sit on the sandy bottom of the pool. The moment was sublime: clouds rolling up the mountainside around us, fat rain-drops plopping on the surface of the water, the steam swirling up off the pool then joining the passing mist. Lauren is beautiful, I see it more everyday, but especially in moments like these. Her beauty is amplified by raw nature. So far away from the sounds and influences of the busy city, she was illuminated.
That was the highlight of the entire trip, the highlight of my entire month. We made it back to Boise that afternoon: I went down to the U to grade and she returned to the cabin, picking up her father en route. The alone time was actually great to reflect on the magnitude of the experience and its affect on my soul.
It's Tuesday now and I'm back in the grind of school and work. Of course, how much of a grind could it really be if I am able to take such an interval to write these silly details? Life is, wow.
9.11.2004
weekend
How is this for symbolism: last night I dreamt of being on a long road ride, nothing new there. However, as the ride progressed the terrain went from smooth, buttery pavement to unfinished chip-seal to washboard double-track strewn with debris. I finally crested over the hill to learn that I'd found a duplicate Boise, identical in landmarks, climate, even social groups and people... yet I was some 100 km from my familiar Boise.
A breeze picked up, I was in down town suddenly. The voracious wind became so strong that I could no longer pedal my bike, hardly could I walk. Soon I was leaning over at an angle nearly parallel to the ground, straining calves and quads in an attempt to simply walk down the sidewalk. The seriously weird part: all of my surroundings, the trees and dust on the ground and the stacked papers on nearby tables... none of them were moving in the slightest. People walked by me totally unaffected by the invisible force that I was struggling against. I felt like I was somehow cursed to battle this insurmountable curse that resisted me.
Hm, lots to think about there. Of course, the dream also included a talking squirrel with a skunk-like fur pattern, and a floating zeppelin that delivered Cheetos snackpacks to the hordes of frogs below... but I'm still trying to sort those details out in my head....
A breeze picked up, I was in down town suddenly. The voracious wind became so strong that I could no longer pedal my bike, hardly could I walk. Soon I was leaning over at an angle nearly parallel to the ground, straining calves and quads in an attempt to simply walk down the sidewalk. The seriously weird part: all of my surroundings, the trees and dust on the ground and the stacked papers on nearby tables... none of them were moving in the slightest. People walked by me totally unaffected by the invisible force that I was struggling against. I felt like I was somehow cursed to battle this insurmountable curse that resisted me.
Hm, lots to think about there. Of course, the dream also included a talking squirrel with a skunk-like fur pattern, and a floating zeppelin that delivered Cheetos snackpacks to the hordes of frogs below... but I'm still trying to sort those details out in my head....
9.10.2004
elation
I have to often wonder if I'm manic depressant, or at least manic-normal (if there exists such a thing). I catch myself grinning and riding these extreme waves of contentment, pleased with everything that invades my senses or impends in the near future.
I try not to analyze that too much. If I'm sad, ie sad for a long period of time, hell yes it warrants some investigation. But elation and general well being should not be questioned, just ridden. So yes, it is one of those mornings. I got up at six a.m. and made some Espresso for Lauren and myself... good coffee and a good laugh to start the day off. She's into quality (one shot of espresso + sugary cream) while I'm into quantity (a bit of cream, a shot of espresso, a whole lot of water). She pedalled off to substitute and I pedalled off to grade papers... both of us caffeinated enough to set p.r.'s (personal records) on our way to work.
Papers are graded, time sheet is turned in, and I'm back at my favorite local hangout; killing some time and rubbing my chin over the latest New York Times crossword puzzle. I have no clue what the rest of the day holds, though I'll try to substitute this afternoon, but am not too worried about it. There's a distinguished lecturer at the college around noon; something about Finite Microscopy, which I may drop in on.... funny to think that I may be up there within a semester or two, clad in a shirt and tie and GAP chinos trying my darndest to assert some form of intellect and professionalism. I'll let you know when that is, so you can come and laugh at my awkward change of character.
I've a lot to share regarding my new pursuits. It's almost as if I've realized my ignorance in a few areas of life and am hungry for knowledge. More on that later.
I try not to analyze that too much. If I'm sad, ie sad for a long period of time, hell yes it warrants some investigation. But elation and general well being should not be questioned, just ridden. So yes, it is one of those mornings. I got up at six a.m. and made some Espresso for Lauren and myself... good coffee and a good laugh to start the day off. She's into quality (one shot of espresso + sugary cream) while I'm into quantity (a bit of cream, a shot of espresso, a whole lot of water). She pedalled off to substitute and I pedalled off to grade papers... both of us caffeinated enough to set p.r.'s (personal records) on our way to work.
Papers are graded, time sheet is turned in, and I'm back at my favorite local hangout; killing some time and rubbing my chin over the latest New York Times crossword puzzle. I have no clue what the rest of the day holds, though I'll try to substitute this afternoon, but am not too worried about it. There's a distinguished lecturer at the college around noon; something about Finite Microscopy, which I may drop in on.... funny to think that I may be up there within a semester or two, clad in a shirt and tie and GAP chinos trying my darndest to assert some form of intellect and professionalism. I'll let you know when that is, so you can come and laugh at my awkward change of character.
I've a lot to share regarding my new pursuits. It's almost as if I've realized my ignorance in a few areas of life and am hungry for knowledge. More on that later.
9.07.2004
finito
Sort of a bummer way to end the year, the cycling year that is, but it's over. I feel like I've been trying to eek out motivation and good legs and a good head for the entire summer. Unfortunately, I'm shutting it down. I'd like to "buck up" and "pull my head out", to "show myself and everyone else what I'm capable of"; but I can't beat the feeling of being an under-dog and beyond repair.
Yeah, it's been a big year for me: depression then injuries then trying to scrape up what remained to race at a national level. But I'm sick of that excuse. In all truth everyone goes through serious stuff in life, and the champions are the ones able to persevere nonetheless. The hard part is the personal failure I'm facing, having to acknowledge that I couldn't rise above and shine after my issues.
That gives me a lot of things to digest over the approaching hiatus from cycling. What went wrong, why have I thrown in the towel in the face of this challenge? I know that there will always be bumps in the road, trancas y arrancas as the Spanish say, but will I learn to face them differently or repeatedly find a way to bury my head in the sand?
Thank goodness I'm in school; thank goodness I'm working; thank goodness I only have a limited number of hours per week to nerp out and over-analyze my being. This fall will be the best one of my life, I am anticipating, if I can keep a bigger perspective and continue to grow emotionally... It's just darn hard right now to not feel cheated (even if I myself am the cheator), and discontent with the year's athletic endeavors. Time to reprioritize and focus on my values in life... I'm actually really looking forward to joining a study group (see: spirituality) now that I'm not skipping town every weekend. Love, education, health... Breathe, Calvin.
Of course I'm still going to pedal, and of course I'll still be racing my buns off, I just wish I could have finished 2004 with a few good rides to carry my thoughts through the winter months. The winter serves as the ultimate "reset button" for cyclists... come January we'll all be on the same page fitness-wise, and I can begin to build up confidence in my abilities. Anyway, I'm out for now.
Yeah, it's been a big year for me: depression then injuries then trying to scrape up what remained to race at a national level. But I'm sick of that excuse. In all truth everyone goes through serious stuff in life, and the champions are the ones able to persevere nonetheless. The hard part is the personal failure I'm facing, having to acknowledge that I couldn't rise above and shine after my issues.
That gives me a lot of things to digest over the approaching hiatus from cycling. What went wrong, why have I thrown in the towel in the face of this challenge? I know that there will always be bumps in the road, trancas y arrancas as the Spanish say, but will I learn to face them differently or repeatedly find a way to bury my head in the sand?
Thank goodness I'm in school; thank goodness I'm working; thank goodness I only have a limited number of hours per week to nerp out and over-analyze my being. This fall will be the best one of my life, I am anticipating, if I can keep a bigger perspective and continue to grow emotionally... It's just darn hard right now to not feel cheated (even if I myself am the cheator), and discontent with the year's athletic endeavors. Time to reprioritize and focus on my values in life... I'm actually really looking forward to joining a study group (see: spirituality) now that I'm not skipping town every weekend. Love, education, health... Breathe, Calvin.
Of course I'm still going to pedal, and of course I'll still be racing my buns off, I just wish I could have finished 2004 with a few good rides to carry my thoughts through the winter months. The winter serves as the ultimate "reset button" for cyclists... come January we'll all be on the same page fitness-wise, and I can begin to build up confidence in my abilities. Anyway, I'm out for now.
9.01.2004
Education
It seems like I've been here all day, trapped (voluntarily) in the institute of education. My whole day has revolved around school. I got up this morning and ran Lauren over to Verizon elementary, bidding her farewell and good luck on her way to a substitute PE position. All she was missing was the classic plastic whistle around her neck... we'll work on that. That was seven hours ago, yet I'm still in the education mix.
The paperwork is filed and I'm ready to start working for the university. Hold on, you say! When did Calvin decide to approach BSU again!? Not only am I working for BSU, I am currently enrolled in my first two classes toward my master's degree. Hah hah. I caught the bug to start studying again somewhere around a month ago. Now look at me, six credits richer (and 1400 dollars poorer) and already feeling at home in my studies.
About work, I've managed to procure a job as a grader for three separate undergraduate classes. This is ideal, I'll make some cash and refresh my badly atrophied brain in the subjects of mechanical engineering. Dozens of Statics, Dynamics, and Mechanics of Materials students will soon feel the wrath of my red pen! Other than that, I'm still registered to substitute teach here in the valley, grades K-12, so between the two I should be able to come out ahead (or at least even) before re-draining my funds at next season's races.
Must say that I'm stoked to be back at school. The routine is good for my life.... I enjoy feeling like I'm keeping sharp and making progress toward a future career. Plus, I've learned a whole lot about myself this past year, and found that I have to sort of prove to myself that I'm more than just a bike rider. Balance is key.
blah, are you bored yet? I'm off to grade papers.
The paperwork is filed and I'm ready to start working for the university. Hold on, you say! When did Calvin decide to approach BSU again!? Not only am I working for BSU, I am currently enrolled in my first two classes toward my master's degree. Hah hah. I caught the bug to start studying again somewhere around a month ago. Now look at me, six credits richer (and 1400 dollars poorer) and already feeling at home in my studies.
About work, I've managed to procure a job as a grader for three separate undergraduate classes. This is ideal, I'll make some cash and refresh my badly atrophied brain in the subjects of mechanical engineering. Dozens of Statics, Dynamics, and Mechanics of Materials students will soon feel the wrath of my red pen! Other than that, I'm still registered to substitute teach here in the valley, grades K-12, so between the two I should be able to come out ahead (or at least even) before re-draining my funds at next season's races.
Must say that I'm stoked to be back at school. The routine is good for my life.... I enjoy feeling like I'm keeping sharp and making progress toward a future career. Plus, I've learned a whole lot about myself this past year, and found that I have to sort of prove to myself that I'm more than just a bike rider. Balance is key.
blah, are you bored yet? I'm off to grade papers.
prolix
Well here we go. I first got the idea to start an 'online diary' from my friend and team mate Tommy Crawford, who has his own blog out there somewhere. Apparently, some of you all like to read my occasional updates, and I figured this would be a good option.
A good option because I won't clutter your mailbox with unwanted text, nor will I feel obligated to refine what I write (thus procrastinating filling you in on the details). So yeah, here we go. The title of this first blog, PROLIX, is one of my favorite words. It's defined as "excessively wordy", which certainly sets the tone for the upcoming entries. Hope you enjoy, or at least I hope it doesn't put you to sleep. This should be interesting...
A good option because I won't clutter your mailbox with unwanted text, nor will I feel obligated to refine what I write (thus procrastinating filling you in on the details). So yeah, here we go. The title of this first blog, PROLIX, is one of my favorite words. It's defined as "excessively wordy", which certainly sets the tone for the upcoming entries. Hope you enjoy, or at least I hope it doesn't put you to sleep. This should be interesting...
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