Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
One Cyclist's Personal Drug Test
With the help of a doctor, an amateur cyclist in his late-40s tried out a variety of banned performance-enhancing drugs used in endurance sports. Here's his story.
- "Inside the doctor's waiting room, I'd squeezed in next to the World's Largest Man and a woman who I thought might be an actress—though I couldn't be certain, since she was wearing a hat and sunglasses indoors. The jumbo guy was somebody I was pretty sure spent Sunday afternoons chasing quarterbacks on television. Such people were, I would come to realize, the core of Dr. Jones's business: athletes and attractive women of all ages. Plus rich guys over 50. And the odd Playmate or two. Oh, and me."
- "For me, it would be a quality-of-life question, not a performance issue. If the HGH weren't so expensive, I'd probably continue with it."
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Red Herring
The St. Louis Cardinals of the 2006 postseason didn't much look like the wildly inconsistent group we saw over the first 162 games. Champions turn it on when it matters (And their pitchers don't throw balls 10 feet over the fielder's head.). The big lesson: If you believe in yourself and have done the work preparing for your own opportunities, whatever they are, then great things can happen.

Cardinals closer Adam Wainwright strikes out the Detroit Tigers' Brandon Inge for the final out of the 2006 World Series.

Busch Stadium erupts.

Soup's beer-champagne-tequila goggles.

Going crazy, folks.
P.S. to John Mellencamp: For selling your musical soul to peddle Little Pink Chryslers, you have been Deactivated — at least until I get your crappy "This Is Our Country" song out of my head.

Cardinals closer Adam Wainwright strikes out the Detroit Tigers' Brandon Inge for the final out of the 2006 World Series.

Busch Stadium erupts.

Soup's beer-champagne-tequila goggles.

Going crazy, folks.
P.S. to John Mellencamp: For selling your musical soul to peddle Little Pink Chryslers, you have been Deactivated — at least until I get your crappy "This Is Our Country" song out of my head.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Peter Reid Interview
You can listen to an EndurancePlanet.com interview with three-time Ironman champion Peter Reid. Reid discusses the "What It Takes" documentary that features him and three other triathletes. He also talks about participating in Kona this year as a volunteer. He led out the age-group swimmers and then worked at an aid station for nine hours. "It was a very rewarding experience."
2006 men's winner Normann Stadler wasn't happy with some of Reid's race predictions.
2006 men's winner Normann Stadler wasn't happy with some of Reid's race predictions.
Racer X: Six-Word Story

Ty turned me on to the six-word story challenge. Since today is my first scheduled rest day since December 25, 2005, I had some time. So here goes:
- Endurance athletes do it longer. "Yes!"
Swam. Biked. Ran. Not nearly enough.
"Commit or quit," she spit. Split.
Everyone admired that dwarf's short story.
"Go ahead, make my day. ... Ouch!"
Racer X
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Activating Jeff Suppan
St. Louis Cardinals pitcher Jeff Suppan has been taking some heat for appearing in a political commercial involving stem-cell research on the night that he pitches Game 4 of the World Series. Jeff Suppan, for rising above the myopic, self-important world of professional sports and standing up for what you believe in: Activated.
Activating the Denver Gorilla Run
Good luck to FOA Jamie, headed to Denver for The Denver Gorilla 5.6K Run. It's a charity run for the Mountain Gorilla Conservation Fund, which is working to save the world's last remaining mountain gorillas. I have to admit I've never run a 5.6K race while wearing a gorilla suit. We expect pictures.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Chicago Marathon Winner Even Slips Quickly
What's more painful than running a marathon? How about slamming your head on the pavement at the very second you finish? Robert Cheruiyot won the Chicago Marathon with a time of 2:07:35, but slipped at the finish line and suffered a concussion. Decals on mat: You have been Deactivated. Glad he's OK, though he has been advised to take a break from running.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Activations: Survivor: Triathlon Island

Activation – noun: making active and effective
Sometimes I think of the “triathlon lifestyle” as a close relative of the TV show Survivor, with various aspects of our lives competing to stay in the game.
In this season’s version of Survivor: Triathlon Island, the contestants battle for the attention of a busy triathlete. The nine players are named:
• Sleep
• Diet
• Training
• Job
• Socializing
• Household
• Friends
• Financial
• Downtime
In the first immunity challenge, a cooking contest, Household wins easily. Downtime is voted off. Job summed it up by saying, “There’s no place on Triathlon Island for Downtime. That was painfully obvious by looking at the training plan.”
Alliances soon formed along natural lines between Financial and Job, as well as between Sleep and Diet. Training and Socializing quickly became enemies and Friends duped Socializing into thinking they were in alliance.
Next off the island was Household. Tribal Council made it close, with Socializing getting a couple votes — one of which was from Friends. Financial got immunity in a math puzzle of sorts. “He was draining all our energy with exhaustive cleaning chores,” said Training, referring to the exiled Household.
Friends proceeded to backstab Socializing and garner enough support to toss him off the island. Diet earned immunity since the contestants had to eat native plants and bugs.
The next immunity challenge involved staying awake all night, but host Jeff Probst changed it to a fitness challenge because he thought the vixen Sleep would boost ratings and allow his crush on her to blossom. Training won the challenge and Financial left on his own terms, saying, “I’m not responsible for going into debt on race fees and all this expensive equipment. I had to listen to my conscience.” The contestant known as Job was distraught, wondering, “How can I support this lifestyle on my own without Financial?”
Diet got kicked off the show for stealing food from the camera crew. There wasn’t enough time to plan, organize, and cook healthy meals on Triathlon Island anyway. Soon after, Sleep was lonely without Diet around, and could no longer contribute around camp. Since the rest of the contestants were fed up with his ironic excuse of being too tired, his days were numbered and he was next to go.
That left Training, Job, and Friends. Between these three, Triathlon Island was getting by with the bare minimum.
Training and Job formed an alliance to get rid of Friends, hoping that when the show was over, they could reconnect and apologize.
Realizing they needed each other to make it to the end of the show, which culminated in an actual sprint triathlon around the island, Training and Job protested, essentially going on strike and demanding that all the contestants be brought back to compete.
Training won the actual race and prize money, but in an unheard of show of generosity, split the money with all the others saying, “Every component is necessary for a triathlete to be successful. I didn’t want people out there to think that you could live the triathlon lifestyle on training alone. It just doesn’t work that way.”
Roll credits …
Respect,
JPD
This also appears in SwimBikeRun St. Louis Magazine.
Labels: Activations
Saturday, October 21, 2006
2006 Ironman World Championship
The 2006 World Championship in Kona, Hawaii, is today.
Julie Moss's Famous 1982 Crawl to the Finish Line
IronMitch Thrower's 2005 Race Highlights (Set to the song "Collide" by Howie Day.)
2006 Ironman Parade in Kona
Cowman Wearing Horns While Getting Ready for the 2006 Ironman Championship (He has done the race 28 times.)
Julie Moss's Famous 1982 Crawl to the Finish Line
IronMitch Thrower's 2005 Race Highlights (Set to the song "Collide" by Howie Day.)
2006 Ironman Parade in Kona
Cowman Wearing Horns While Getting Ready for the 2006 Ironman Championship (He has done the race 28 times.)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Who Is Scott Rolen? Randian Hero or Over-Thinker?

St. Louis Cardinals third baseman Scott Rolen is having a terrible postseason. His surgically repaired sore left shoulder obviously is limiting him, but Rolen's career postseason batting average is .187 — and that's over 91 at-bats, a decent sample size. So maybe he thinks about the pressure and lets it get to him?
Anyway, what caught my eye in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch story on last night's game was one of the most bizarre quotes I've ever read from a pro athlete:
- "I'm 100 percent of what I can be when I go out there," Rolen said. "I believe in the man. I believe in the heart. I don't believe in any of the other stuff that swirls around, any of the numbers. I'm going out there with the only way I know to go out there. I have faith in the human, in the man. That's the way I go out on the field. Am I hurt? No. I'm as good as I can be every night when I go out there."
Galt is the hero of Rand's "Atlas Shrugged," for which the author offers this summary:
- "My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Go Daniel!
A seventh-grader in Abilene, Texas, is a cross country runner who runs with crutches and leg braces. Daniel Reed has cerebral palsy.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Interview With Faris Al-Sultan
Inside Triathlon interviewed Faris Al-Sultan, who lives with his parents near Munich. "The Ironman World Champion leads a relatively monastic life and most definitely does not hang out. In a disciplined, repeating cycle, he rides for hours in the morning, naps after lunch, runs in the mid or late afternoon, and swims at a nearby pool in the early evening. A few hours catching up on emails and business, and sleep beckons."
Racer X: Hey Man, That's Crap!

I took Ty under my wing in the late-1990s, nurturing him into the somewhat studly triathlete he is today. At some point a few years ago, though, my world turned upside down as Ty began besting my race PRs at every distance. In our training together, I suddenly couldn't keep up with Ty in the lap lane, on the roads, or at the track. The hunter had become the hunted. And the question everyone on our tri team was asking remained unsaid but, like Kaelli's new chest, was painfully obvious: "What is wrong with you, X-Man?"
Sure Ty was training harder than me, was following serious training plans, and had completely revamped his diet. No doubt he was lean and mean. I suspect he was also on the "juice," but that's an accusation I would never throw out without being able to substantiate. The only logical explanation seemed to be that Ty was born with faster-twitch muscles than me. F-ing genetics!
This year my main target was to beat Ty in a 10K loop around the park. Everyone thought my "A" race was Ironman Amazon Rainforest, but the X-Man knew better. Instead of going long in training, I did fartleks, intervals, speed training, track work, amphetamines, auto racing video games. Anything with speed! "Speed kills" became my mantra. (That approach didn't work so well at Ironman, but there will be other days in the rainforest — unless it continues to burn at its current pace, which really is out of my control.)
At the park last Saturday, I was ready to pounce. It was time to bring down Ty in our weekly 10K training run. From the outset I surprised Ty by staying on his heels, keeping the conversation light and chatty, and distracting him by pointing out all the beautiful running bunnies through the first six miles. With .1 mile to go, I would make my move, bounce out from behind Ty, and nonchalantly lead him into our finishing line. The perfect plan.
Just as we approached my designated "launching pad" and I prepared to cruise past, Ty peeled off toward the men's room building at the side of the path. "Hey man, those burritos I ate last night are hurtin' my stomach. I'll catch you at the end, dude!" said Ty as he disappeared into the building.
What? How could this happen? Sensing his vulnerability, Ty clearly had chosen the only way possible way to save face! And I'm calling that crap, man. Literally and figuratively. Someday, in a perfect world with no stomach problems or bathrooms, we will meet again.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Race Report: HalfMax 1/2 Iron-Distance National Championship Triathlon
September 16, 2006, Innsbrook, Missouri
The weeks leading up to the 2006 1/2 Iron-distance championship in Innsbrook, Missouri, had me burning the proverbial candle on both ends. Long hours at the office and training, short hours to sleep and rest. I got to the starting line fit, but tired, and honestly, not feeling well, probably due to lack of rest. My race-day strategy would have to be different, I told myself. Stay under control and just see how I felt as the race progressed.
The conditions appeared to be pretty good. Dry and not too hot, at least not yet. Wetsuits were allowed. Psychologically this was huge for me, especially since I wasn't feeling great.

The few hundred men all started together. The typical thrashfest took place in the first 500 meters or so and then it thinned out. My stroke felt good, my stomach didn't. I imagined if I threw up, I would feel better. Luckily, for the few swimming behind me, it never got to that point. I exited the water with a decent (for me) swim split and started up the hill to transition. I saw Brad and he said "Respect the Lake" as I headed to my bike.

Changing out of my wetsuit took longer than expected and my calves were on the verge of cramping as I tugged and pulled. I was finally on my bike and into the hills of the resort. People were hammering as if it were a sprint tri and I was confused and surprised at how many women had passed me on the swim. Respect. I stayed comfortable and began to pick it up once we left the resort for faster biking roads. My average speed kept climbing and I was encouraged until I turned into a killer headwind that lasted the rest of the first 28-mile loop. Retracing the hills in the resort wasn't bad, but the wind seemed to pick up.

I suspected that headwind would be turned up a notch on the second and final lap, right when the fatigue began to kick in. Exactly. As I moved past a cyclist, he looked over at me and shouted "What do you think of this wind?" I swallowed my real answer and replied with a "No comment" as he continued with "REEEE-LENTLESS!" The headwind seemed to peak at the aid station. As I looked over at one of the volunteers, he yelled, "You've Been Activated Man -- Let's Go!!" Awesome. I was pretty sure it was the "Memphis Activator." I came into T2 a little spent but got some good cheers from the Havens family.

I approached the dismount per the instructions of the volunteers and said "nice line" to the staff as I got off the bike in front of the practically invisible thin silver strip of duct tape on the gray cement. I could hear the laughter as I went to rack my bike.
The sun was out and the temperature had climbed well into the 80s, so I grabbed my visor and a gel and started running toward the hill. I turned right onto the driveway when a spectator yelled and pointed me towards a line of cones across a field, a different route than in years past. The slope of the hill just before the road was very steep, but the cheering spectators helped me. I wanted to comment on how nicely the grass was cut, but I had no capacity to speak.
I was maintaining my race strategy of a steady, controlled effort, and with the Innsbrook hills looming, I thought this was a smart way to continue. The volunteers during the run were awesome and I knew a handful of them from the St. Louis tri scene. The revised course was still tough, but I liked the 100% out and back course. I saw Diesel and knew that by the distance he trailed me that something wasn't right with him. Matt C, Greg S, and Brad and Paula under the Big Shark tent all spotted me and gave me a boost. Brad's prediction that I would be the first guy named Jan to finish made me laugh.

On the second run loop I ate a gel when it seemed like I was ready to stop running halfway up a hill. With a few miles to go, I saw Jamie for the first time. She looked good and I was confident she'd finish her first 1/2 IM.
As I approached the finish, I ranked my finish time as a sort of average of my seven half-Ironman races. But the fact that I ran an even run split and, based on how I had been feeling, I was OK with that and happy to "go the distance" on a challenging course.

Finish Result: 72nd overall, 14th out of 42 in the M35-39 Age Group.
After collecting myself in the finish area and sitting in an amazingly comfortable chair under the Big Shark tent for a while, I walked up the course to cheer for the remaining racers and look for Jamie. I was surprised when Diesel appeared coming down the final stretch. Back spasms explained what he was still doing out on the course when I thought he had already finished, packed up, and gone home. Way to get through a difficult day, man. Soon after, FOA Jamie came around the corner still running comfortably and cruising in for her first 1/2 Ironman — great job!
Departing thought: Looking forward to a break from heavy training and constant race preparation. I feel like getting caught up on "the rest" of my life for a while.
Departing Activation: Race photographers "Picture Master" and race organizers for making these high quality photographs free for downloading. Activated!
The weeks leading up to the 2006 1/2 Iron-distance championship in Innsbrook, Missouri, had me burning the proverbial candle on both ends. Long hours at the office and training, short hours to sleep and rest. I got to the starting line fit, but tired, and honestly, not feeling well, probably due to lack of rest. My race-day strategy would have to be different, I told myself. Stay under control and just see how I felt as the race progressed.
The conditions appeared to be pretty good. Dry and not too hot, at least not yet. Wetsuits were allowed. Psychologically this was huge for me, especially since I wasn't feeling great.

The few hundred men all started together. The typical thrashfest took place in the first 500 meters or so and then it thinned out. My stroke felt good, my stomach didn't. I imagined if I threw up, I would feel better. Luckily, for the few swimming behind me, it never got to that point. I exited the water with a decent (for me) swim split and started up the hill to transition. I saw Brad and he said "Respect the Lake" as I headed to my bike.

Changing out of my wetsuit took longer than expected and my calves were on the verge of cramping as I tugged and pulled. I was finally on my bike and into the hills of the resort. People were hammering as if it were a sprint tri and I was confused and surprised at how many women had passed me on the swim. Respect. I stayed comfortable and began to pick it up once we left the resort for faster biking roads. My average speed kept climbing and I was encouraged until I turned into a killer headwind that lasted the rest of the first 28-mile loop. Retracing the hills in the resort wasn't bad, but the wind seemed to pick up.

I suspected that headwind would be turned up a notch on the second and final lap, right when the fatigue began to kick in. Exactly. As I moved past a cyclist, he looked over at me and shouted "What do you think of this wind?" I swallowed my real answer and replied with a "No comment" as he continued with "REEEE-LENTLESS!" The headwind seemed to peak at the aid station. As I looked over at one of the volunteers, he yelled, "You've Been Activated Man -- Let's Go!!" Awesome. I was pretty sure it was the "Memphis Activator." I came into T2 a little spent but got some good cheers from the Havens family.

I approached the dismount per the instructions of the volunteers and said "nice line" to the staff as I got off the bike in front of the practically invisible thin silver strip of duct tape on the gray cement. I could hear the laughter as I went to rack my bike.
The sun was out and the temperature had climbed well into the 80s, so I grabbed my visor and a gel and started running toward the hill. I turned right onto the driveway when a spectator yelled and pointed me towards a line of cones across a field, a different route than in years past. The slope of the hill just before the road was very steep, but the cheering spectators helped me. I wanted to comment on how nicely the grass was cut, but I had no capacity to speak.
I was maintaining my race strategy of a steady, controlled effort, and with the Innsbrook hills looming, I thought this was a smart way to continue. The volunteers during the run were awesome and I knew a handful of them from the St. Louis tri scene. The revised course was still tough, but I liked the 100% out and back course. I saw Diesel and knew that by the distance he trailed me that something wasn't right with him. Matt C, Greg S, and Brad and Paula under the Big Shark tent all spotted me and gave me a boost. Brad's prediction that I would be the first guy named Jan to finish made me laugh.

On the second run loop I ate a gel when it seemed like I was ready to stop running halfway up a hill. With a few miles to go, I saw Jamie for the first time. She looked good and I was confident she'd finish her first 1/2 IM.
As I approached the finish, I ranked my finish time as a sort of average of my seven half-Ironman races. But the fact that I ran an even run split and, based on how I had been feeling, I was OK with that and happy to "go the distance" on a challenging course.

Finish Result: 72nd overall, 14th out of 42 in the M35-39 Age Group.
After collecting myself in the finish area and sitting in an amazingly comfortable chair under the Big Shark tent for a while, I walked up the course to cheer for the remaining racers and look for Jamie. I was surprised when Diesel appeared coming down the final stretch. Back spasms explained what he was still doing out on the course when I thought he had already finished, packed up, and gone home. Way to get through a difficult day, man. Soon after, FOA Jamie came around the corner still running comfortably and cruising in for her first 1/2 Ironman — great job!
Departing thought: Looking forward to a break from heavy training and constant race preparation. I feel like getting caught up on "the rest" of my life for a while.
Departing Activation: Race photographers "Picture Master" and race organizers for making these high quality photographs free for downloading. Activated!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
He Rode Around the World
Scott Stoll cycled around the world, spinning his pedals for four years and almost 26,000 miles.
- "In retrospect, the first step I took was the unintentional sabotaging of my droll life. All in one week, my girlfriend dumped me, I was fired from my job as an art director and my best friend eloped, leaving me without rent money. After some self-pity, and self-medicating with cheap beer and bad sitcoms, I asked myself what I would do if I could do absolutely anything."
"...The most important lesson I learned was that people around the world — despite appearance, education, culture, language — are essentially the same. We have fears and joys and dreams."
Saturday, October 14, 2006
"Healthy Julie" on Chicago Bandits

FOA Elizabeth, who not only would never bandit a race but who actually adds a little extra to each of her race entry fees to help frazzled race directors cope with these miscreants, points out that Chicago Tribune "Health Club" blogger Julie has a message for people who are thinking about running part or all of the Chicago Marathon course without registering.
Seems like Julie presents both sides of the argument without making her own opinion clear (Congratulations, Julie, you have proven your merit to become a sports columnist for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, but that's a whole 'nother story.). Julie's post:
- Running bandits, or miscreants who enter races without paying, are the sweaty wedding crashers of the running world. They are also the scourge of race directors.
Some are planning to "bandit" the Oct. 22th LaSalle Bank Chicago Marathon as a protest against the $90 U.S. entry fee. Some didn’t mail in their registration before the race filled on May 26.
Some want to get a long, supported run in before an Ironman triathlon or another marathon. And some will bandit just part of the race--miles 18 through 23, for example--because they want to help a friend get through the toughest part.
And they can all be spotted--and subsequently hauled off the course if officials can catch them--because they have no bib numbers.
It’s wrong, of course, to take something that comes with a price tag without paying for it. Renegade runners clog the course, they screw up results and they use up food and supplies that are meant for those who rightfully paid the entry fee. They also pose a liability problem if they need medical attention during the race.
But do bandit runners really spoil the race experience?
The streets are public and some bandits carry their own water and gel. Considerate bandits jump off the course before going through the finishing chute, so they don’t count in the results or take a free medal or food.
And even if they do snag a banana or bagel, it’s hardly a big deal, especially when it’s common for other runners to walk away with armloads or cardboard boxes full of food that amount to more than their fair share.
Marathon bibs are non-transferable; if you get injured and can’t race, you’re out of luck and $90. Does that mean it's OK to bandit the race the following year?
Finally, if you jump into the middle of a race to run with someone who needs moral support (which I confess I did in the 1999 Chicago Marathon) is that truly banditing? Or is that pacing, which some races allow?
Friday, October 13, 2006
Baby Urges "Mama" to Ratchet Up Training

TOLEDO, OH — A refreshingly selfless 20-month-old Toledo girl has used a sophisticated series of hand signals to communicate to her mommy that, "My cuteness can't compete with your potential to break 16 hours at Ironman Florida, so put down the damn "Spot" books, post a more aggressive training plan on your totally rockin' tri blog, call the babysitter, and get busy, sistah!"
From the Activeness Triathlonion.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Good Grief, Man
Paul Robinson finds out there's a little Charlie Brown in all of us. Bad hop, bad break. Love the announcer's comment: "You just can't legislate for that."
Activating Project Rwanda

Friend of Activeness (FOA) Kevin, who competed with JPD at the Duathlon World Championship in Newfoundland, is involved with Project Rwanda with his friend, legendary mountain bike designer Tom Ritchey. The purpose of Project Rwanda is to use the bicycle to advance economic development in Rwanda, which was devastated by tribal genocide and the deaths of almost a million Rwandans in 1994. (Hotel Rwanda is a must-see movie.)
VeloNews has the story.
- "The first time I came to Rwanda, I was amazed at the cycling talent I saw there and thought that these guys could be great bike racers," Ritchey said. "One guy hauled 220 pounds of water on each three-kilometer trip (and then rode back three kilometers with empty containers). He did 15 trips a day. That's 90 kilometers a day (carrying 220 pounds of weight for half of those). And he rode barefoot on bare pedal spindles."
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
No Joke! Wednesday Links

The pre-dawn reading of an occasional insomniac:
* Lance Armstrong proves he can break off a 4:51 mile at the Austin High track. And he says he'll never shave his legs again. (Austin American-Statesman)
* Four athletes, one dream: The "What It Takes" documentary profiling four Ironman triathletes — Peter Reid, Lori Bowden, Heather Fuhr, and Luke Bell — in their quests to win the 2005 world championship in Kona, Hawaii, is available on DVD and in select movie theaters. Here's a Quicktime video teaser. Looks cool.
* Turns out you shouldn't substitute energy bars for food. (Denver Post)
* As the city's highest-grossing single-day sporting event, The New York Marathon pumps $188 million into the city economy each year. (New York Post)
* Chasing Kimbia is documenting the lifestyle and training of an elite group of African marathoners as they prepare for fall marathons in Chicago and New York. A good glimpse behind the curtain at how elite distance runners train.
* Competitors recently died of heart attacks in both the Toronto and Twin Cities marathons.
* Every day (literally) is an adventure for Dean Karnazes, who is almost halfway through his 50-50-50 quest. He ran marathon #21 in Utah in 3:20!
* Coach Josh says it's the right time of year to just lie on the couch and recover. "The bigger the valley the higher the peak.” (PEZ)
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Race Report: Falmouth Road Race (7M Run)
August 13, 2006, Falmouth, Massachusetts

In 1981, at age 11, my parents signed me up for a 7-mile running race known as the Falmouth Road Race, "on a lark" as my Dad describes it now. The appeal was that the race started within walking distance of our summer house in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. I actually did OK for an 11-year old with no running experience to speak of other than chasing soccer balls and huffing my way through a U. City Memorial Day 5K at Heman Park in St. Louis.
Twenty-five years later, here I was again. I reflected on that 25-year span as race day approached. High school, college, various jobs, thousands of soccer games, hundreds of running events, triathlons, national and world championships, triumph and heartache - shared with family and friends and sometimes alone in the quiet chambers in my mind as I tried to find my way in the world with some type of meaning and fulfillment. Many endeavors were attempted, including some failures, but looking back, it's undeniable that a lot of living took place in that 25-year span — and for that I am thankful.
My running had improved enough from "lark status" to where I now had a competitive race number, starting in the sub-elite corral, directly behind the Kenyans and other pro/elite runners. As a "local," I know the roads around the starting area, so I headed to the bike path to warm up. I soon spotted three Kenyans warming up as well as the majority of the elite women. The Kenyans were wearing full sweats and jogging very slowly. I immediately adopted their easy jogging pre-race approach. For a moment, I thought they might respect me for having a low race number #138 (thanks to a decent result at the STL 1/2 Marathon back in April ), out of 10,000 participants. So I gave them a wave and they returned the gesture.
Soon it was time to get in place for the wheelchair start, the singing of America the Beautiful, and the F-15 flyover. Then, BOOM, we were off.
A guy stumbles before we cross the bridge in the first 100 yards. He recovers without getting trampled. The streets are completely packed with runners until we turn on Church Street and head towards the picturesque Nobska Lighthouse, where the money shots for the newspapers and race posters would be captured as they are every year.
The weather was good this year: sunny and low humidity, temps in the 70s. Better than the torrential downpour in 1999 or the rain and humidity of 2001, I thought to myself.
Uphill by the lighthouse, I cross the 1-mile marker on the road in good time. Into the shady rolling terrain, looking for my support crew soon. Mile 2, a little slower, but still doing well.

My parents, sister and family, Jamie, and some other family friends were at the traditional spot around 2 1/4 miles. I stayed to the left to get close to them. Major love for the "Massive Belgian" with encouraging signs and good volume. Activated!

The rolling hills were wearing me out. Mile 3, slower, but now out of the hills onto the unshaded flats on the coastal road. Old soccer buddy Jeff is up ahead, there he is - cool, good to see him. His girlfriend doesn't look familiar and yells what sounded like "Go LSU" as I run by. Oxygen debt is in effect, so I convince myself not to try and figure that one out. Later, I asked her about it and it turns out she said "Go yellow shoes!" That makes more sense.
Miles 4 and 5 were hot but well-supported with crowds and music. One kid laughed wildly after handing me an empty water cup. Another little girl said I had "good juice." Really? I don't remember mile 6 other than the 10K line which let me know I was much slower than my 10K PR in Canada two weeks earlier.

The end was nearing, stay strong. There's the final hill. On the way up the hill, the race photographer lurked to capture my mask of pain. Soon the mask of relief took over when I crested the hill and I saw the humongous American flag blowing in the sea breeze. The announcer spots me coming down the hill and let's everyone know that I'm "John" (close, I guess) from St. Louis. "Go Rams!" I wonder if he said that for the other three Missourians running?
Dad and Jamie hustled successfully from support station 1 to the finish line to welcome me after a tough race, which despite my continual decline in speed, was still my best time there out of my seven or so finishes, besting my former best time in 2000 by over a minute.
Final thought: It's tough to enjoy the scenic course and appreciate the crowd support while you're racing in all-out mode. Driving the course at a leisurely pace assured me that I was lucky to run one of the nicest running venues once again - 25 years after the first time.
(259th place overall out of ~10,000)

Celebrity Sighting: Team Hoyt

In 1981, at age 11, my parents signed me up for a 7-mile running race known as the Falmouth Road Race, "on a lark" as my Dad describes it now. The appeal was that the race started within walking distance of our summer house in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. I actually did OK for an 11-year old with no running experience to speak of other than chasing soccer balls and huffing my way through a U. City Memorial Day 5K at Heman Park in St. Louis.
Twenty-five years later, here I was again. I reflected on that 25-year span as race day approached. High school, college, various jobs, thousands of soccer games, hundreds of running events, triathlons, national and world championships, triumph and heartache - shared with family and friends and sometimes alone in the quiet chambers in my mind as I tried to find my way in the world with some type of meaning and fulfillment. Many endeavors were attempted, including some failures, but looking back, it's undeniable that a lot of living took place in that 25-year span — and for that I am thankful.
My running had improved enough from "lark status" to where I now had a competitive race number, starting in the sub-elite corral, directly behind the Kenyans and other pro/elite runners. As a "local," I know the roads around the starting area, so I headed to the bike path to warm up. I soon spotted three Kenyans warming up as well as the majority of the elite women. The Kenyans were wearing full sweats and jogging very slowly. I immediately adopted their easy jogging pre-race approach. For a moment, I thought they might respect me for having a low race number #138 (thanks to a decent result at the STL 1/2 Marathon back in April ), out of 10,000 participants. So I gave them a wave and they returned the gesture.
Soon it was time to get in place for the wheelchair start, the singing of America the Beautiful, and the F-15 flyover. Then, BOOM, we were off.
A guy stumbles before we cross the bridge in the first 100 yards. He recovers without getting trampled. The streets are completely packed with runners until we turn on Church Street and head towards the picturesque Nobska Lighthouse, where the money shots for the newspapers and race posters would be captured as they are every year.
The weather was good this year: sunny and low humidity, temps in the 70s. Better than the torrential downpour in 1999 or the rain and humidity of 2001, I thought to myself.
Uphill by the lighthouse, I cross the 1-mile marker on the road in good time. Into the shady rolling terrain, looking for my support crew soon. Mile 2, a little slower, but still doing well.

My parents, sister and family, Jamie, and some other family friends were at the traditional spot around 2 1/4 miles. I stayed to the left to get close to them. Major love for the "Massive Belgian" with encouraging signs and good volume. Activated!

The rolling hills were wearing me out. Mile 3, slower, but now out of the hills onto the unshaded flats on the coastal road. Old soccer buddy Jeff is up ahead, there he is - cool, good to see him. His girlfriend doesn't look familiar and yells what sounded like "Go LSU" as I run by. Oxygen debt is in effect, so I convince myself not to try and figure that one out. Later, I asked her about it and it turns out she said "Go yellow shoes!" That makes more sense.
Miles 4 and 5 were hot but well-supported with crowds and music. One kid laughed wildly after handing me an empty water cup. Another little girl said I had "good juice." Really? I don't remember mile 6 other than the 10K line which let me know I was much slower than my 10K PR in Canada two weeks earlier.

The end was nearing, stay strong. There's the final hill. On the way up the hill, the race photographer lurked to capture my mask of pain. Soon the mask of relief took over when I crested the hill and I saw the humongous American flag blowing in the sea breeze. The announcer spots me coming down the hill and let's everyone know that I'm "John" (close, I guess) from St. Louis. "Go Rams!" I wonder if he said that for the other three Missourians running?
Dad and Jamie hustled successfully from support station 1 to the finish line to welcome me after a tough race, which despite my continual decline in speed, was still my best time there out of my seven or so finishes, besting my former best time in 2000 by over a minute.
Final thought: It's tough to enjoy the scenic course and appreciate the crowd support while you're racing in all-out mode. Driving the course at a leisurely pace assured me that I was lucky to run one of the nicest running venues once again - 25 years after the first time.
(259th place overall out of ~10,000)

Celebrity Sighting: Team Hoyt
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Activeness! Q&A: Scott Tinley
In my career as a freelance writer, I've interviewed hundreds of people and written too many stories to remember. About a year ago, I did a Q&A with former pro triathlete Scott Tinley for the inaugural issue of a local multisport magazine. Though I didn't get paid to do it, I enjoyed talking to Scott and writing up this interview as much as any piece I've ever put together. He was The Man when I was first getting into triathlon in the '90s, and our interview revealed a guy who's fascinating to talk to and who is just cut from a pretty cool cloth.
Because Activeness! has added tens of thousands of new readers since we first published Scott's Q&A last year, here it is again for all who missed out then. If you have seen it already, why not read it again?
And ST, if you should stumble across this on any of your Internet voyages, thanks again for talking to me. Hope you're still surfing and teaching and writing and that life is bringing nothing but tailwinds. - John
Update:
Here's Scott's new web site. He's now writing for a publication called Hall Of Fame Magazine. You also can read Scott's essays, fiction, non-fiction, and verse.

SCOTT TINLEY WRITES HIS LIFE'S NEXT CHAPTER
©2005 Activeness!
Two-time Hawaii Ironman champion Scott Tinley may have mellowed in retirement, but the sport’s California golden boy still is chasing — and making — plenty of waves. In this new phase of his life, the triathlon legend who for so long zeroed in on crushing his physical limits has focused his passion into the realm of the mind.
When I reached Scott Tinley in his office on a Monday morning in September, he had just returned from a weekend surfing trip that led him 200 miles up the Southern California coast from his home in Del Mar to search for waves in a spot north of Santa Barbara.
“Surfing is my gig,” says Tinley, a seventh-generation Californian who won nearly 100 triathlons over his 25-year pro career. “My father surfed. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid and through all my years in sports. It’s one thing I keep going back to.”
What do you love about surfing?
That’s like asking what I love about life. You have autonomy and freedom. It’s non-competitive and exciting. You are in a natural environment. I connect with the ocean and the whole experience pretty deeply.
Back when you were competing in triathlons, did you worry about getting hurt while surfing?
Unless the surf is really big or you’re doing stupid things, you have to work pretty hard to get hurt while surfing. It’s is not like racing motorcycles or hang-gliding. [At this point I decided not to mention straining my MCL a few years ago while learning to surf at Pacific Beach’s Tourmaline Surfing Park.]
In hindsight, I missed a lot of really good days surfing while I was out on my bike. I would be riding around looking down at the surf going, “Gosh, look at that!”
What was a monster training week like for you back in the early 1980s, during the prime of your career?
I’d do 350 to 400 miles on the bike, about 25,000 yards of swimming, and 75 to 80 miles of running. That was 35 to 40 hours. Throw in some stretching and weights. I was so obsessive about my training. I probably could have done half as much and done twice as well.
You didn’t have any models to follow.
We were all winging it. Guys like Scot Molina, Dave Scott and myself — we got lucky. Nobody had a coach. In the early days, it felt closer to play than competition.
Today there are so many great, experienced athletes and people are extremely intelligent about their training. As triathlon has become institutionalized, it has gone the way of many other sports. It’s more bureaucratic and there are rules about “right ways to train.” We had none of that.
Would you have been able to conform to that kind of structure?
Good question. I would have struggled. I struggled in the end with all the different professional organizations being proposed. You could see the writing on the wall. I’d butt heads with ITU [the International Triathlon Union] because I was an advocate for the athletes and I didn’t like what they were doing. And I still don’t like how they treat athletes.
Of course the financial opportunities are much greater today. But I’m lucky because I was able to compete, for the most part, on my own terms.
Did your massive amounts of training create any injury problems?
No. I had good biomechanics in my running and I stayed on trails as much as possible. And I was light: I weighed 155 pounds, which is what I weigh today. The trouble I have now is an arthritic hip. I believe that stems from trauma from some pretty bad bike crashes. I fell on it so many times and would just train through it instead of allowing it to properly heal.
How does that limit you now?
I would like to run more and faster. I run about 15 miles a week and I would like to run twice that. I run 7:30 miles but I would like to run the occasional 6:30. But in terms of long-term maladies, I’m lucky compared to a peer like Greg Welch or to these NFL players who are so beat up when they retire.
I read that you train 10 to 12 hours a week now?
I wouldn’t even call it training. I get out there on the paddleboat, go for an hour-and-a half bike ride, or swim in the ocean. It’s fun. It’s a stress release. It makes me happy. I know it is healthy for my body. It gets me outside. If I can roust up some friends, I enjoy the camaraderie. There are so many intrinsic benefits to physical activity beyond the competitive aspect.
Do you still race?
I go to three or four races a year. I went to Florida in August with Dave Scott and Scott Molina for a clinic and a sprint triathlon.
What do the local racers say when they see the “The Great Scotts” setting up their transition areas?
[Laughs]. They knew we were coming. We had a blast. Dave actually won it at age 51! That’s amazing.
Do you guys remain friends?
Sure. I just don’t see them as much. Scott lives in New Zealand and Dave is in Boulder.
Do you still get nervous before a race or a rush from doing it?
No. I could stop in the middle of a race and walk away. I do the best I can, but I don’t have any expectations because I haven’t invested the time. I don’t have the time, I don’t want to, and I’m physically not able to commit.
What’s one good piece of advice for age-group triathletes?
It’s so easy to train too hard and become obsessed with this sport. It can affect your life in positive and negative ways. You want to temper the negative and accentuate the positive. But when triathlon training has a negative effect, you want to step back and say, “My wife left me, my kids hate me, my dog doesn’t know me. I’m doing too much.”
In designing a training program, start by looking at your life and deciding what’s important. Then slide in your training around that. Or try to combine them. Get your spouses or kids involved. Take them on vacations for races. There are ways.
Do you have any favorite triathletes among those racing these days?
I don’t follow them much. Of the people I’ve hung out with, I’m a fan of Carol Montgomery. She’s nearing 40 and still doing well — I like her shtick. I like Simon Lessing because he’s an intelligent individual and a very good athlete who has a couple of kids and seems to be a balanced guy.
Do you still go to Kona for Ironman Hawaii?
I went last year to speak at the medical conference and I went for the 25th anniversary [in 2003]. But I no longer go on a regular basis.
Do you miss it?
No. I miss Hawaii and I miss seeing old friends, but the sport has changed — especially that event. It’s very business-like and a for-profit scene. That’s fine. If I were a businessperson I’d do the same thing. I don’t want to taint my memories of the purity that existed in the early days. If I do go, I have to put up my guard and just accept that this is what it is now.
Do you follow any pro sports?
Not really. I watched a little of Agassi playing in the U.S. Open. It’s interesting to see how the fans react and the fight in those guys’ eyes.
What are you teaching?
I’m teaching at San Diego State and Cal State San Marcos. I teach a class called “Sport in Society” that covers sociology and social theory in sport. I teach that and the occasional writing class at a community college.
What do you like about teaching?
Everything. It’s similar to athletics. You have autonomy. Preparation is important. You feel like you are doing some good. You are an entertainer of sorts in the classroom. Unfortunately, it’s not a very well-compensated gig in America. I earned more for some two-hour races than I will for teaching a semester-long course in which I’m spending hundreds of hours trying to impact America’s future leaders.
But you don’t do it for the money. I don’t have a huge overhead and I don’t have a lot of needs other than paying my daughter’s college tuition. I’m lucky — we don’t need a lot.
Do you enjoy being in an academic environment?
Having been so physical for so many years, it’s nice to throw myself into the mind. I get a gas out of hanging out in the pub and engaging in these elaborate philosophical conversations. Before I would have laughed at those types of people and said, “What a bunch of geeks!” Now I’m going, “Yeah man, that’s me!”
Your most recent book, Racing The Sunset, An Athlete's Quest for Life After Sport, deals with life after sports for professional athletes. Why did you write it?
For several reasons. First, it was something I needed to do to understand what I was experiencing psychologically.
What were you experiencing?
It was a classic case of being over-identified with something and not realizing it. Mine was not a sudden exit from the sport — I was fading away for a long time. When I finally left, I thought I would have lots of other opportunities and wouldn’t have problems adjusting. But the opposite happened and that took me by surprise. I was in a real funk for about two years. It affected my health.
How so?
For years I had been propping myself up with the constant release of various endorphin-style chemicals into my system. You don’t feel good until you go out for a run or swim. When you stop having that release, your body has to start all over and reach a level of homeostasis. That required a couple years of de-training.
Was it like withdrawing from a drug?
Absolutely. You are physically, psychologically, and emotionally addicted to what is being provided both from a chemical standpoint into your body and from a lifestyle perspective in terms of being outside doing all these activities. Then you don’t do them and it gets rough.
Part of my self-healing was to understand it. So I went back to school and studied it and did research. I did a master’s thesis that tried to take research threads to the next level and to explore new ideas. The culmination came with writing Racing the Sunset, which is part memoir and also has a lot of oral history. In writing the book I spoke about this topic with hundreds of ex-professional athletes, including a lot of A-listers.
Any stories hit you the hardest?
A lot of tragic stories don’t get told. Like the one about the guy who pitched in the majors for a year-and-a-half but threw out his arm and now is sleeping on cardboard under the bridge: Those stories still exist.
This whole concept of disposable heroes is troubling. We are in a disposable society. We go through cars, food, everything — it’s all very temporary. But when that ideology spills over to people, you have a real problem. In California the divorce rate is something like 62 percent. So nothing lasts, including our own ideals and ethical standards. As a critical thinker and having lived through it, I feel a responsibility to get the word out.
Did you succeed?
The book did OK. It’s actually selling better now based on word of mouth than it was when it came out two years ago. I receive one or two emails a week from people around the world telling me their stories and how the book resonated with them. Some tell me what helped them and others just thank me for sharing. That’s my reward.
I’m also trying to create a university institute that would be a clearinghouse or a networking group for various organizations that provide services for retired athletes. I’ll know soon if there is enough support to take this to the next level.
Can the general public relate to the plight of these athletes?
Many don’t give a damn about a retired pro. They say, “That guy has millions of dollars in the bank and he can be or do whatever he wants.” That’s fine, but a lot of people die rich and unhappy. They don’t need the money. They need other things.
Like what?
Like purpose, fulfillment, meaning, a reason for living, spirituality, camaraderie, a family. All the solid things that are not as fleeting as material possessions and everything this “culture of fame” in America has brought us.
Will Lance Armstrong struggle with that?
Lance is a different breed. I’ve known him since he was 14 when he came out to Southern California to train for a summer and lived a few doors down. He’s a good guy.
What do you like about him?
He’s still brash and outspoken and a little rough around the edges. But he honestly cares about people and about the people close to him. And he has done an incredible amount of good for cancer survivors. There are millions of people around the world who have been inspired by his athletic achievements. And he has given away a lot of money through his foundation. He has created this universality that a lot of athletic cultural icons never manage to do. Either they don’t take the time or they don’t understand their role.
Can Lance stay off the bike?
I don’t know — probably not. He’s too young. This whole deal with the French press is a little entertaining but it’s also disconcerting.
Is it lighting a fire under his ass?
But they [L’Equipe] aren’t going away. They love it. What does Lance have to gain? Is he really going to put it in their face? It’s like two kids fighting in a sandbox. The smarter kid gets up and walks away and says, “Fine, you take the sandbox and live there for the rest of your life because I’m going to go build a house.”
Could you tell when he was a teenager that Lance had what it took to be a champion?
He did have incredible inner strength. You knew he was going to reach a certain level. As far as triathlon goes, he was good swimmer and a great cyclist. With his body type, though, he could never run as fast as the sport demands. Even back then you had to run a 33:00-something 10K to be in the hunt to win a short-distance race. Of course now they run 30:30s. I think he made the right move to cycling!
Since you live in the San Diego area, I have to ask about Jessi Stensland. A buddy really wants to meet her: Can you hook him up?
[Laughs] Jessi is very cool! She has a good head on her shoulders. She is on the cusp, just deciding what to do with her life. For a while she was in the sports psychology master’s program where I teach at San Diego State. For now she is concentrating on her career. If she has some opportunities to make some money and travel and enjoy the lifestyle, then that’s awesome.
She should take it while she can?
Exactly. But then she needs to know when to walk away. That’s a problem for many people. They keep doing it, keep doing it, and all of a sudden they’re 38. Now what?
Can you give me an example of an athlete who made a successful transition?
Eric Heiden is one of my classic role models. He won five gold medals in speed skating at the 1980 Olympics but he always knew he wanted to be a doctor. His father and brother are doctors. He dabbled in cycling for a bit and then went back and finished his undergraduate degree. Here’s a guy with five gold medals in his pocket sitting in a classroom with a bunch of 18-year-olds trying to bump up his GPA so he can apply to medical school! He turned down a lot of sponsorship opportunities because he didn’t want to go that route. Of course now he is a successful orthopedic surgeon with a thriving practice and kids. He’s very happy. I admire Eric’s ability to know what was right for him long-term and then to make sacrifices to get there.
You’ve been writing for Triathlete magazine since 1985. Is it harder to write a good column or pull off a good race?
The column is what it is. The publishers of the magazine want to appease their readers and they have so many new ones. But after 20 years, I refuse to write one more column based on an anecdote about training. I like writing about sports but prefer it to involve social theory and some of the deeper, theoretical aspects. I look back at the columns of mine over the years that I think are most indicative of quality writing, and they don’t even mention sport or triathlon.
What do you want to write?
I want to write literature. I spent three-and-a-half years studying writing and literary theory and got my MFA in fiction writing. I completed a full-length novel that’s being shopped. And I have a collection of short stories coming behind that.
Do they involve sports?
Not at all. I’m fortunate to have found another passion. People are lucky if they find one thing in their life they truly enjoy and want to do for a career. If I can have a go at teaching and writing and trying to publish a book every couple of years, then I will have hit the lottery twice.
Do you see some parallels in terms of endurance sports, teaching, and writing? You’re often flying solo.
Certainly I’m not working against personality type. I know I wouldn’t be happy in a cubicle working for somebody else. And I know I can’t sell anything. When we had the Tinley clothing line, they would tell me to go do a sales gig and I was like, “Oh man, I can’t sell anything. Just give it away!”
I still have one of your shirts with the mesh underarms.
That was one of our problems: It was such quality stuff that it never fell apart! People would buy three items and keep them for years. [laughs]
Ever been to St. Louis?
I did a little race there once and went again when I was working with Anheuser-Busch. It’s a pretty cool place but it was freezing cold.
Scott, what’s the secret of life?
My secret is different than your secret. The idea of making play your passion and passion your play is a good one. Find out what you like and do it as well as you can. If you can kick ass with what you are passionate about, then you’ll figure out a way to make money and to make that your career so you can do it all day.
The problem is it’s getting more difficult to feel happy because the media is trying to make us unhappy so they can sell us things. The secret of life is to kill your television!
Because Activeness! has added tens of thousands of new readers since we first published Scott's Q&A last year, here it is again for all who missed out then. If you have seen it already, why not read it again?
And ST, if you should stumble across this on any of your Internet voyages, thanks again for talking to me. Hope you're still surfing and teaching and writing and that life is bringing nothing but tailwinds. - John
Update:
Here's Scott's new web site. He's now writing for a publication called Hall Of Fame Magazine. You also can read Scott's essays, fiction, non-fiction, and verse.

SCOTT TINLEY WRITES HIS LIFE'S NEXT CHAPTER
©2005 Activeness!
Two-time Hawaii Ironman champion Scott Tinley may have mellowed in retirement, but the sport’s California golden boy still is chasing — and making — plenty of waves. In this new phase of his life, the triathlon legend who for so long zeroed in on crushing his physical limits has focused his passion into the realm of the mind.
When I reached Scott Tinley in his office on a Monday morning in September, he had just returned from a weekend surfing trip that led him 200 miles up the Southern California coast from his home in Del Mar to search for waves in a spot north of Santa Barbara.
“Surfing is my gig,” says Tinley, a seventh-generation Californian who won nearly 100 triathlons over his 25-year pro career. “My father surfed. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid and through all my years in sports. It’s one thing I keep going back to.”
What do you love about surfing?
That’s like asking what I love about life. You have autonomy and freedom. It’s non-competitive and exciting. You are in a natural environment. I connect with the ocean and the whole experience pretty deeply.
Back when you were competing in triathlons, did you worry about getting hurt while surfing?
Unless the surf is really big or you’re doing stupid things, you have to work pretty hard to get hurt while surfing. It’s is not like racing motorcycles or hang-gliding. [At this point I decided not to mention straining my MCL a few years ago while learning to surf at Pacific Beach’s Tourmaline Surfing Park.]
In hindsight, I missed a lot of really good days surfing while I was out on my bike. I would be riding around looking down at the surf going, “Gosh, look at that!”
What was a monster training week like for you back in the early 1980s, during the prime of your career?
I’d do 350 to 400 miles on the bike, about 25,000 yards of swimming, and 75 to 80 miles of running. That was 35 to 40 hours. Throw in some stretching and weights. I was so obsessive about my training. I probably could have done half as much and done twice as well.
You didn’t have any models to follow.
We were all winging it. Guys like Scot Molina, Dave Scott and myself — we got lucky. Nobody had a coach. In the early days, it felt closer to play than competition.
Today there are so many great, experienced athletes and people are extremely intelligent about their training. As triathlon has become institutionalized, it has gone the way of many other sports. It’s more bureaucratic and there are rules about “right ways to train.” We had none of that.
Would you have been able to conform to that kind of structure?
Good question. I would have struggled. I struggled in the end with all the different professional organizations being proposed. You could see the writing on the wall. I’d butt heads with ITU [the International Triathlon Union] because I was an advocate for the athletes and I didn’t like what they were doing. And I still don’t like how they treat athletes.
Of course the financial opportunities are much greater today. But I’m lucky because I was able to compete, for the most part, on my own terms.
Did your massive amounts of training create any injury problems?
No. I had good biomechanics in my running and I stayed on trails as much as possible. And I was light: I weighed 155 pounds, which is what I weigh today. The trouble I have now is an arthritic hip. I believe that stems from trauma from some pretty bad bike crashes. I fell on it so many times and would just train through it instead of allowing it to properly heal.
How does that limit you now?
I would like to run more and faster. I run about 15 miles a week and I would like to run twice that. I run 7:30 miles but I would like to run the occasional 6:30. But in terms of long-term maladies, I’m lucky compared to a peer like Greg Welch or to these NFL players who are so beat up when they retire.
I read that you train 10 to 12 hours a week now?
I wouldn’t even call it training. I get out there on the paddleboat, go for an hour-and-a half bike ride, or swim in the ocean. It’s fun. It’s a stress release. It makes me happy. I know it is healthy for my body. It gets me outside. If I can roust up some friends, I enjoy the camaraderie. There are so many intrinsic benefits to physical activity beyond the competitive aspect.
Do you still race?
I go to three or four races a year. I went to Florida in August with Dave Scott and Scott Molina for a clinic and a sprint triathlon.
What do the local racers say when they see the “The Great Scotts” setting up their transition areas?
[Laughs]. They knew we were coming. We had a blast. Dave actually won it at age 51! That’s amazing.
Do you guys remain friends?
Sure. I just don’t see them as much. Scott lives in New Zealand and Dave is in Boulder.
Do you still get nervous before a race or a rush from doing it?
No. I could stop in the middle of a race and walk away. I do the best I can, but I don’t have any expectations because I haven’t invested the time. I don’t have the time, I don’t want to, and I’m physically not able to commit.
What’s one good piece of advice for age-group triathletes?
It’s so easy to train too hard and become obsessed with this sport. It can affect your life in positive and negative ways. You want to temper the negative and accentuate the positive. But when triathlon training has a negative effect, you want to step back and say, “My wife left me, my kids hate me, my dog doesn’t know me. I’m doing too much.”
In designing a training program, start by looking at your life and deciding what’s important. Then slide in your training around that. Or try to combine them. Get your spouses or kids involved. Take them on vacations for races. There are ways.
Do you have any favorite triathletes among those racing these days?
I don’t follow them much. Of the people I’ve hung out with, I’m a fan of Carol Montgomery. She’s nearing 40 and still doing well — I like her shtick. I like Simon Lessing because he’s an intelligent individual and a very good athlete who has a couple of kids and seems to be a balanced guy.
Do you still go to Kona for Ironman Hawaii?
I went last year to speak at the medical conference and I went for the 25th anniversary [in 2003]. But I no longer go on a regular basis.
Do you miss it?
No. I miss Hawaii and I miss seeing old friends, but the sport has changed — especially that event. It’s very business-like and a for-profit scene. That’s fine. If I were a businessperson I’d do the same thing. I don’t want to taint my memories of the purity that existed in the early days. If I do go, I have to put up my guard and just accept that this is what it is now.
Do you follow any pro sports?
Not really. I watched a little of Agassi playing in the U.S. Open. It’s interesting to see how the fans react and the fight in those guys’ eyes.
What are you teaching?
I’m teaching at San Diego State and Cal State San Marcos. I teach a class called “Sport in Society” that covers sociology and social theory in sport. I teach that and the occasional writing class at a community college.
What do you like about teaching?
Everything. It’s similar to athletics. You have autonomy. Preparation is important. You feel like you are doing some good. You are an entertainer of sorts in the classroom. Unfortunately, it’s not a very well-compensated gig in America. I earned more for some two-hour races than I will for teaching a semester-long course in which I’m spending hundreds of hours trying to impact America’s future leaders.
But you don’t do it for the money. I don’t have a huge overhead and I don’t have a lot of needs other than paying my daughter’s college tuition. I’m lucky — we don’t need a lot.
Do you enjoy being in an academic environment?
Having been so physical for so many years, it’s nice to throw myself into the mind. I get a gas out of hanging out in the pub and engaging in these elaborate philosophical conversations. Before I would have laughed at those types of people and said, “What a bunch of geeks!” Now I’m going, “Yeah man, that’s me!”
Your most recent book, Racing The Sunset, An Athlete's Quest for Life After Sport, deals with life after sports for professional athletes. Why did you write it?
For several reasons. First, it was something I needed to do to understand what I was experiencing psychologically.
What were you experiencing?
It was a classic case of being over-identified with something and not realizing it. Mine was not a sudden exit from the sport — I was fading away for a long time. When I finally left, I thought I would have lots of other opportunities and wouldn’t have problems adjusting. But the opposite happened and that took me by surprise. I was in a real funk for about two years. It affected my health.
How so?
For years I had been propping myself up with the constant release of various endorphin-style chemicals into my system. You don’t feel good until you go out for a run or swim. When you stop having that release, your body has to start all over and reach a level of homeostasis. That required a couple years of de-training.
Was it like withdrawing from a drug?
Absolutely. You are physically, psychologically, and emotionally addicted to what is being provided both from a chemical standpoint into your body and from a lifestyle perspective in terms of being outside doing all these activities. Then you don’t do them and it gets rough.
Part of my self-healing was to understand it. So I went back to school and studied it and did research. I did a master’s thesis that tried to take research threads to the next level and to explore new ideas. The culmination came with writing Racing the Sunset, which is part memoir and also has a lot of oral history. In writing the book I spoke about this topic with hundreds of ex-professional athletes, including a lot of A-listers.
Any stories hit you the hardest?
A lot of tragic stories don’t get told. Like the one about the guy who pitched in the majors for a year-and-a-half but threw out his arm and now is sleeping on cardboard under the bridge: Those stories still exist.
This whole concept of disposable heroes is troubling. We are in a disposable society. We go through cars, food, everything — it’s all very temporary. But when that ideology spills over to people, you have a real problem. In California the divorce rate is something like 62 percent. So nothing lasts, including our own ideals and ethical standards. As a critical thinker and having lived through it, I feel a responsibility to get the word out.
Did you succeed?
The book did OK. It’s actually selling better now based on word of mouth than it was when it came out two years ago. I receive one or two emails a week from people around the world telling me their stories and how the book resonated with them. Some tell me what helped them and others just thank me for sharing. That’s my reward.
I’m also trying to create a university institute that would be a clearinghouse or a networking group for various organizations that provide services for retired athletes. I’ll know soon if there is enough support to take this to the next level.
Can the general public relate to the plight of these athletes?
Many don’t give a damn about a retired pro. They say, “That guy has millions of dollars in the bank and he can be or do whatever he wants.” That’s fine, but a lot of people die rich and unhappy. They don’t need the money. They need other things.
Like what?
Like purpose, fulfillment, meaning, a reason for living, spirituality, camaraderie, a family. All the solid things that are not as fleeting as material possessions and everything this “culture of fame” in America has brought us.
Will Lance Armstrong struggle with that?
Lance is a different breed. I’ve known him since he was 14 when he came out to Southern California to train for a summer and lived a few doors down. He’s a good guy.
What do you like about him?
He’s still brash and outspoken and a little rough around the edges. But he honestly cares about people and about the people close to him. And he has done an incredible amount of good for cancer survivors. There are millions of people around the world who have been inspired by his athletic achievements. And he has given away a lot of money through his foundation. He has created this universality that a lot of athletic cultural icons never manage to do. Either they don’t take the time or they don’t understand their role.
Can Lance stay off the bike?
I don’t know — probably not. He’s too young. This whole deal with the French press is a little entertaining but it’s also disconcerting.
Is it lighting a fire under his ass?
But they [L’Equipe] aren’t going away. They love it. What does Lance have to gain? Is he really going to put it in their face? It’s like two kids fighting in a sandbox. The smarter kid gets up and walks away and says, “Fine, you take the sandbox and live there for the rest of your life because I’m going to go build a house.”
Could you tell when he was a teenager that Lance had what it took to be a champion?
He did have incredible inner strength. You knew he was going to reach a certain level. As far as triathlon goes, he was good swimmer and a great cyclist. With his body type, though, he could never run as fast as the sport demands. Even back then you had to run a 33:00-something 10K to be in the hunt to win a short-distance race. Of course now they run 30:30s. I think he made the right move to cycling!
Since you live in the San Diego area, I have to ask about Jessi Stensland. A buddy really wants to meet her: Can you hook him up?
[Laughs] Jessi is very cool! She has a good head on her shoulders. She is on the cusp, just deciding what to do with her life. For a while she was in the sports psychology master’s program where I teach at San Diego State. For now she is concentrating on her career. If she has some opportunities to make some money and travel and enjoy the lifestyle, then that’s awesome.
She should take it while she can?
Exactly. But then she needs to know when to walk away. That’s a problem for many people. They keep doing it, keep doing it, and all of a sudden they’re 38. Now what?
Can you give me an example of an athlete who made a successful transition?
Eric Heiden is one of my classic role models. He won five gold medals in speed skating at the 1980 Olympics but he always knew he wanted to be a doctor. His father and brother are doctors. He dabbled in cycling for a bit and then went back and finished his undergraduate degree. Here’s a guy with five gold medals in his pocket sitting in a classroom with a bunch of 18-year-olds trying to bump up his GPA so he can apply to medical school! He turned down a lot of sponsorship opportunities because he didn’t want to go that route. Of course now he is a successful orthopedic surgeon with a thriving practice and kids. He’s very happy. I admire Eric’s ability to know what was right for him long-term and then to make sacrifices to get there.
You’ve been writing for Triathlete magazine since 1985. Is it harder to write a good column or pull off a good race?
The column is what it is. The publishers of the magazine want to appease their readers and they have so many new ones. But after 20 years, I refuse to write one more column based on an anecdote about training. I like writing about sports but prefer it to involve social theory and some of the deeper, theoretical aspects. I look back at the columns of mine over the years that I think are most indicative of quality writing, and they don’t even mention sport or triathlon.
What do you want to write?
I want to write literature. I spent three-and-a-half years studying writing and literary theory and got my MFA in fiction writing. I completed a full-length novel that’s being shopped. And I have a collection of short stories coming behind that.
Do they involve sports?
Not at all. I’m fortunate to have found another passion. People are lucky if they find one thing in their life they truly enjoy and want to do for a career. If I can have a go at teaching and writing and trying to publish a book every couple of years, then I will have hit the lottery twice.
Do you see some parallels in terms of endurance sports, teaching, and writing? You’re often flying solo.
Certainly I’m not working against personality type. I know I wouldn’t be happy in a cubicle working for somebody else. And I know I can’t sell anything. When we had the Tinley clothing line, they would tell me to go do a sales gig and I was like, “Oh man, I can’t sell anything. Just give it away!”
I still have one of your shirts with the mesh underarms.
That was one of our problems: It was such quality stuff that it never fell apart! People would buy three items and keep them for years. [laughs]
Ever been to St. Louis?
I did a little race there once and went again when I was working with Anheuser-Busch. It’s a pretty cool place but it was freezing cold.
Scott, what’s the secret of life?
My secret is different than your secret. The idea of making play your passion and passion your play is a good one. Find out what you like and do it as well as you can. If you can kick ass with what you are passionate about, then you’ll figure out a way to make money and to make that your career so you can do it all day.
The problem is it’s getting more difficult to feel happy because the media is trying to make us unhappy so they can sell us things. The secret of life is to kill your television!
Friday, October 06, 2006
As Old as You Think?
Becoming frail as we age can in part be a self-fulfilling prophecy, says this New York Times article. New York Road Runners member Witold Bialokur is still running sub-44:00-minute 10Ks at age 71.
The Booming Business of Triathlon
Beyond the swimming, biking, and running is a serious business say USAT Executive Director Skip Gilbert and Director of Sponsorship for Ironman North America Thomas Miller in this TransitionTimes.com interview. "Our constituents define themselves by the sports they embrace. They don’t have just one uniform in their closet but a full wardrobe for a variety of activities twelve months a year. They travel, live life fully and spend on products that complement their lives. It’s an ideal market for any brand manager whose product aligns with this type of individual."
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Landis: "I'll Be Back"
One week after hip surgery, Floyd Landis told the CBS Early Show that he will ride again — and that he didn't use performance-enhancing drugs.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Meet Me in Louisville, Slugger
Ironman just announced a 2007 addition to the global Ironman series: Ford Ironman Louisville. This feels dangerously convenient and close -- just a four-hour drive -- to the Activeness! world headquarters and to many Friends of Activeness (FOA). The inaugural Ironman Louisville will be August 26, and the average August high temperature in Louisville is 85.8°F. Not much time to decide: Registration begins on www.ironman.com. at 2 PM CST on October 21.
Racer X: Introducing the Race Hardware Maximizer

After the webcam "incident" in which I was revealed doing bare-chested isometric crunches on my exercise ball during the GloboCorp telecon, I got booted from the approved consultant list. Changing my name, growing a goatee, and pretending to have a thing for Constance in purchasing didn't get me back on. Before I got too far behind on my hyperbaric chamber payments, I had to figure out a way to get some Benjamins flowing.
So, what does the X-Man do? Create his own destiny. Scorched earth policy, baby.
Introducing my latest invention: The Race Hardware Maximizer (RHM) is a proprietary software package that does exactly that. Want to take all the guesswork out of deciding where your chances of winning race hardware are the greatest? Try RHM. It scours participant lists, assesses competitor strengths and weaknesses, adjusts for weather conditions, considers course characteristics, analyzes officials' tendencies, factors in the type of energy drink served on the course versus your stomach's historical preference, and even incorporates info on types of awards. Only interested in picking up trophies and not plaques? Simply indicate that on the "preference filter."
A secondary benefit is the "athlete avoidance" feature. Never want to go head to head against Jean-Marie again? Or tired of seeing Brad and Tiffani hanging all over each other in the transition area? No problem.
To get some industry buzz, I basically gave away RHM version 1. But the haters complained there was no way to account for race-day signup or different spellings of people's names. Let me call the waaaambulance. OK, those issues are still oustanding but I have since added a "wetsuit module."
An outfit in Mexico has expressed interest in buying me out, so I'm headed down to do some negotiationes with some muchachos over some major dineros — and cervezas.
Later,
Racer X
Buzz Kill
Medical student and triathlete Cameron Chesnut points out the damaging effects of alcohol before, during, and after our workouts in this Inside Triathlon article. I almost grabbed a beer offered to me by the St. Louis Hashers at mile 24 of the Lewis and Clark marathon a few weeks ago (What a rebel.). It is amazing how successful the big beer companies are at using advertising to insert alcohol into the culture and very fiber of pro sports. Many of us can see how ridiculous that is, but it's the kids who are getting sucked in at a too-early age.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
To Deactivate or Activate?
For the last half hour, my neighbor, a Lilliputian woman in her mid-30s who already is a few pounds south of the century mark, has been running up and down the 50-yard hill separating our houses. Her second-grade daughter joined her for one loop, so mom must be trying to keep an eye on her kids while squeezing in a 5K run before they head to school. Deactivated for obsessiveness? Or Activated for "getting it done" despite time constraints? Who am I to cast the obsessiveness stone from within my glass home? And it takes guts to put on this kind of show for the neighborhood. Activated.
Lance Prepares for New York
Marathoner Lance Armstrong and his Nike 10/2 apparel line are on the cover of this month's Runner's World. "I'd like to finish within an hour of the winner," (about a 3:09), says Lance. Here's an excerpt from his RW interview.
Activating FC Barcelona: A Football Club With a Soul

FC Barcelona (Barça), one of the world's best football clubs, is one of the only soccer teams playing at a high level not to smear its uniforms with gaudy advertising. Instead of putting commercial sponsorship logos on its jerseys, Barça is promoting peace and solidarity and improving the lives of children by using the UNICEF logo on their shirts.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Race Review: Duathlon World Championship (Pro/Elite Men)
July 30, 2006, Cornerbrook, Newfoundland, Canada
I had the opportunity to watch the Pro/Elite Duathlon World Championship the day after the age-group version that I competed in. Though the distances were the same (Run 10K, Bike 40K, Run 5K), the bike course was altered to include an extra-tough hill. The pros had the benefit of racing in dry but slightly windy conditions.

At least 50 men were introduced, alphabetically by country. The Under-23 elites were mixed in as well. The US had about eight guys total to cheer for.
When the 10K started, it was a full-on sprint down the hill. In no time, the lead pack of 20 or so had run 2.5K in 7:30. That's a 30:00 10K pace. What?! Nobody broke completely away during the 10K. The announcer said that 22 guys had gone under 32 minutes.
The draft-legal bike portion featured six loops with tough ascents and screaming descents. Tri-bikes and disc wheels are not allowed. Guys were sprinting out of the saddle — downhill! After two laps, a large pack had formed of about 20 riders, including Americans Kite and Thompson, with Jeffrey riding solo behind. The USA executives I was watching the race with hinted that Jeffrey might not be 100%. Belgian superstar Benny Van Steelant had already dropped out.
A little after the halfway point on the bike, three guys made a break: an Aussie, a Swiss, and Fausto Dotti from Italy. We'd eaten at the same restaurant the night before and learned that he'd ridden the Tour de France, the Giro, the Vuelta, and finished in the top 10 in a World Championship road race. Transition times separated the three as the Australian blazed into the lead, followed by the Swiss and the Italian. The chase pack was into transition and not willing to concede the podium to the front runners.
Two Belgians ran unbelievable 5Ks to take silver and bronze behind the Aussie, with the Swiss and Italian holding on for 4th and 5th. The Under-23 title went to a Portuguese athlete, followed by Belgian Aernouts who had won the race in Ohio earlier in the year.
The National Championships are fast, World's are unreal, but the pro division is a TOTALLY DIFFERENT LEVEL!
Another highlight for me was watching the race with USAT Executive Director Skip Gilbert, who talked openly with me about the sports of triathlon and duathlon at the age group, Olympic, and pro levels. He was very approachable in sharing his thoughts about current and future issues. I think we bonded because we're both former soccer goalies who tried playing professionally and know some of the same people. He's a good guy and I think USA multi-sport is in good hands.
I had the opportunity to watch the Pro/Elite Duathlon World Championship the day after the age-group version that I competed in. Though the distances were the same (Run 10K, Bike 40K, Run 5K), the bike course was altered to include an extra-tough hill. The pros had the benefit of racing in dry but slightly windy conditions.

At least 50 men were introduced, alphabetically by country. The Under-23 elites were mixed in as well. The US had about eight guys total to cheer for.
When the 10K started, it was a full-on sprint down the hill. In no time, the lead pack of 20 or so had run 2.5K in 7:30. That's a 30:00 10K pace. What?! Nobody broke completely away during the 10K. The announcer said that 22 guys had gone under 32 minutes.
The draft-legal bike portion featured six loops with tough ascents and screaming descents. Tri-bikes and disc wheels are not allowed. Guys were sprinting out of the saddle — downhill! After two laps, a large pack had formed of about 20 riders, including Americans Kite and Thompson, with Jeffrey riding solo behind. The USA executives I was watching the race with hinted that Jeffrey might not be 100%. Belgian superstar Benny Van Steelant had already dropped out.
A little after the halfway point on the bike, three guys made a break: an Aussie, a Swiss, and Fausto Dotti from Italy. We'd eaten at the same restaurant the night before and learned that he'd ridden the Tour de France, the Giro, the Vuelta, and finished in the top 10 in a World Championship road race. Transition times separated the three as the Australian blazed into the lead, followed by the Swiss and the Italian. The chase pack was into transition and not willing to concede the podium to the front runners.
Two Belgians ran unbelievable 5Ks to take silver and bronze behind the Aussie, with the Swiss and Italian holding on for 4th and 5th. The Under-23 title went to a Portuguese athlete, followed by Belgian Aernouts who had won the race in Ohio earlier in the year.
The National Championships are fast, World's are unreal, but the pro division is a TOTALLY DIFFERENT LEVEL!
Another highlight for me was watching the race with USAT Executive Director Skip Gilbert, who talked openly with me about the sports of triathlon and duathlon at the age group, Olympic, and pro levels. He was very approachable in sharing his thoughts about current and future issues. I think we bonded because we're both former soccer goalies who tried playing professionally and know some of the same people. He's a good guy and I think USA multi-sport is in good hands.




