A Little History Of The Team

Hey Everybody,

Here is a note I got from John last night and I thought you might like to give it a read. A little summary of how far we have come. The whole thing started in 2010 with Kathy, Arnie, Bill and me heading out from the bike shop for a 10 mile ride. The seed was planted at the 2010 Tour de Cure where Kathy and I met Bill and a month later he came out after I suggested to Dennis at the shop that we create a ride for normal riders that don’t ride very fast or very far, Just a comfortable way for folks to get back on their bike and just “go for a ride.” We originally called it the “No Spandex Required Ride.” Arnie got wind of our group from my talking to him at work, initially he sponsored me for the diabetes ride and when we talked about starting a group to ride with on the weekends he was all in.  From there things grew and grew as a result of everybody’s input. Michael Stewart while working on our original jersey design recommended we cal the group “Team Boris.” It was a far cry better than “The Yin/Yang Chain Gang.” And from there we evolved on the strength of a  bunch of good ideas from the team. Sheryl found the Savannah ride which has now become a staple for us and along the way we picked up Oz from the MS 150 ride. Oz begat the RWL ride and as you can see from John’s letter there was a  ”Heart Ride” along the way and that was our first attempt at anchoring our own charity ride, Sheila was the impetus behind the heart ride. John, Nikki, Nat and Lily have taken off with Team Boris Racing and now Nat is with a pro cycling development team and Lily is placing in some very big state events. A new group of juniors are starting with John, Ethan has been out for a couple of weeks and we have Jacob, Brittany and Niall starting soon. The team has a strong relationship with coach Bob (a nationally recognized and respected) cycling coach. Team Boris has become a USA Cycling sanctioned team and John has his coaches license from USA cycling. But through it all our core purpose and function is to help the beginning rider get on their bike and have a good time and a good ride. After that the sky is the limit but as you all know I will always defer to the beginning rider every Saturday morning at 8AM and when I am not there anyone else from the team who is anchoring knows that the true 10 miler is the reason we are there, because there was a point when a 10 mile ride was something Kathy and I hoped to achieve one day. The support continues not only from our home shop WGWW but from Orange Cycle who has been onboard with us from very early on. And I want to mention here that without every asking Orange Cycle (Kristin, Mel, Nichole, Theis, Jason, Andrew, Howard, Deena…..) started to give us a 10% discount, amazingly nice. There are a bunch of great stories to tell and trips like Savannah and team dinners give us the chance to get caught up and get an idea of “where to next.” The idea of developing coaching for cyclists and triathletes has just come up and we are exploring that thought with some really talented people. Like I said “The Sky Is The Limit” or maybe I should say Team Sky is the limit…little cycling humor.

I got to rambling here a little but I hope you enjoyed getting caught up a little on the background of Team Boris. And now to the original reason for this letter. John’s letter below…please read. And he does mean it when he says he is willing to help with goal achieving. 

Peace and Bikes

Steve & Boris

 

—–Original Message—–
From: John Worcester <jworcester@bellsouth.net>
To: Stephen Kavalin <skavalin@aol.com>
Sent: Mon, Aug 19, 2013 8:34 pm
Subject: Oh My G**

On the 28th of August 2011 Nat & I registered for a 30 mile ride to support “the first annual heart ride for team boris”.

Last Saturday (Aug 17th 2013) I rode with a 30 plus strong group all riding for their own personal goals and more importantly “FOR FUN”

WOW we blocked the trail, not on purpose but by accident – a mass of “DON’T WORRY RIDE HAPPY”

We have a developing group of Junior Riders who just enjoy riding, and with fun and excitement they will enjoy racing.

Their riding must not interfere with all the other pressures of their education, but combined carefully they can develope into great role models.

This weekend at the track my two kids made me a very proud father, Sunday I had no voice from shouting but who cares. Nikki said I should shout more ( her week would be so quiet ).

Steve, please confirm to all our riders whatever problem or snag they are having with achieving their goals, let me know, I’ll do anything I can to help.

Please keep focused on the Facebook page that we all post on, and see you all Saturday.

Regards

John.

 

A Repost From Chris Carmichael

As the Tour de France enters its final weekend, I’ve been thinking a lot about risk and reward. Whenever you’re facing a dominating rider like Chris Froome, the storyline revolves around the risks competitors must take in an attempt to put him in difficulty. But even outside the race for the yellow jersey, risk-and-reward has been a consistent storyline for the third week of this year’s race.

Earlier in the week, FDJ captain Thibaut Pinot dropped out of the Tour, not because he was injured or exhausted, but because he was unable to overcome a fear of descending in the big mountains. On the one hand, it’s sad to see an obviously talented cyclist undermined by fear. But on the other hand, you have to give the guy credit for having the courage to put his hand up, admit he’s a danger to himself and the peloton, and bow out before he gets hurt.

Another notable example of risk/reward was Jean-Christophe Peraud (Ag2r-LaMondiale), who crashed and broke his collarbone while warming up for the individual time trial. Despite the pain he chose to compete, and then 2km from the stage finish he crashed hard onto that same collarbone. Here’s a guy who wasn’t competing for the stage win or for a high place in the overall GC or any of the jersey competitions. Nor were any of his teammates. Where Pinot displayed courage in admitting it was time to drop out, Peraud accepted a risk that far outweighed the potential reward and paid a very painful price.

At the front of the race both Alberto Contador and Chris Froome took plenty of risks, but of a different nature. Contador pushed the pace on the descents since he couldn’t put Froome in difficulty on the climbs. That’s a tricky game to play. If it works then you come off as courageous and brilliant. If it doesn’t you’re written off as desperate or a fool, and Contador is neither of those. He’s up against a meticulous and calculating race leader, who is backed by an equally meticulous and calculating team. The only way to beat them is to get them off their script, but it’s not working. Perhaps the best tactic for cracking Froome on Saturday’s final mountain stage is to reach over and grab the SRM head units off Team Sky’s bikes during the morning’s ‘nature break’!  


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In contrast, Froome’s risk-taking behaviors were related to the race rules. Team Sky has been seen throughout the Tour stretching or breaking the rules around where you can and can’t feed riders. During Thursday’s stage Froome was desperate for calories on the final ascent of Alpe d’Huez and sent Richie Porte to the car for food well past the point where the officials said there was no more feeding allowed. But they knew the consequences were going to be a fine the team doesn’t care about and perhaps a minor time penalty, compared to the risk of completely bonking and losing a big chunk of Froome’s yellow jersey lead. If you were in Froome’s shoes at that moment, a 20-second time penalty would have looked like a grand bargain for a gel.   

Right now I’m over in France with a private TDF camp, riding many of the same roads where these riders have risked everything. The roads are far less scary when you’re not in the pro peloton and you can just descend at your own pace, but the athletes here have asked me: why don’t more pros develop incapacitating fear about crashes and descents?

When you’re a professional athlete, whether you’re a cyclist or in another sport, it’s not that you’re oblivious to the risks or that you don’t think about them. You just don’t dwell on them. The rewards, intrinsic or extrinsic, are so much more valuable to you that those risks aren’t enough to shift the balance of the cost-benefit equation. And truth be told, risk is an integral part of success, in sport and in life. Every successful athlete and entrepreneur I’ve known has a healthy respect for risk, but no fear of it.

In the end, here’s the message I had for the athletes here in France: We all have a certain speed that balances our skill and thrill levels with our need to provide for our families. For pro cyclists, that speed is extremely high because racing is their greatest skill, their greatest joy, and the way they make their living. I raced professionally, but now I’m 52 years old with a business and a family. I still have the skills to go downhill fast, and I still love to go fast, but for me the balance has shifted and my family is my biggest priority, so I don’t push the envelope on descents like I used to. Every cyclist has to find the balance that works for them, and be comfortable with the consequences.

Be Safe and Have a Great Weekend!
Chris Carmichael
CEO/Head Coach
Carmichael Training Systems

 

Coconut Telegraph

Hey Everybody,

Boy-oh-boy have I got some catching up to do. So much stuff has happened in a few short weeks. I am going to start this not quite knowing where I am going. What I mean is I do not know if I am going to do one giant coconut or break this up into smaller bite size portions, which will be lower in calories and higher in protein, we’ll see.

 Okay, I think this whole summer riding season with it’s associated and very palpable change in energy started with the MS 150. Up until this event we have been pretty much shaking off the effects of winter and the natural lethargy and malaise that sets in from immobility and waning enthusiasm. Heck, there are volumes written about this in every sports oriented magazine on the racks in April.

 This year was going to be a “Test and Trial” year for the MS 150 ride, at least for me. Our first year we had great energy, team involvement and even a bit of corporate sponsorship. Big fun was had that year and we have the pictures to prove it. When we came back for round two last year we were a bit savvier about how to make the event more entertaining for the team and it worked. We changed check-in and length of stay routines and had a much better understanding of the daunting logistics. We had our act together. Unfortunately the MS 150 folks did not. There were issues with routes, food and attitudes. We left the event happy as a team but generally disillusioned about the “Ride” itself.

 We knew enough from the banquet debacle from year one to plan our own team dinner and create our own Saturday evening schedule, which we did. Arnie and Melanie snuck down to surprise everybody and non-riding boyfriends and spouses joined in for the dinner. Big fun and great times, unfortunately lousy photographer (me).

 The ride went okay enough except the lack of course and rider monitoring left a few of our team members out on the course all turned around and the organizers at one point thinking all riders were in. Oops, that was corrected and in short order the remaining Team Boris riders arrived with another rider who got left behind by her “no drop” team, hooray for us.

 The food service despite not having much depth was served with a side of surely sarcasm. Things were not looking good for a return visit.

 So, for this year I was not expecting large team participation and figured I would ride it and make a final personal decision and then report back to the team.

 Bill and Mike Stroup joined Kathy and I for the event and the Team energy was great. We all checked into the Caribe on Friday and had dinner together. We ate at the same restaurant we di last year and the energy at the table was harmonic. One of those nights when we were all tuned to the same channel. The conversation was relaxed and free flowing. Everybody had something to offer up, so much so time kind of slipped away. We wrapped things up and went off to bed.

 Saturday we car-pooled down to the start line in Lake Wales. After some pre-ride hoopdeedoodle we were off for our 50-mile odyssey. So far the ride folks were doing a good job. One of the first and most noticeable things was how friendly and supportive law enforcement was this year as opposed to the previous year. Many more intersections were officer controlled and in my mind I think they went the extra distance to make our negotiation of the roads even easier and smoother than they needed to. Traffic was held and we were waived through regardless of how many riders needed to traverse. In the past I have been used to having the officer hold up cyclists until we were a larger group and then hold traffic and allow us to pass. Which I think is more than reasonable considering how busy some of the roads we travelled are. Besides, the officer has a line of sight that surpasses ours as riders with our forward focus and shoulder glance view. It is not difficult for them to see a half-mile behind us and assess the number of approaching riders. Not a big deal to gather up and then being allowed to pass. But this year it was as soon as we showed up, bam, they held traffic and let us pass.

 The folks at the SAG stops were always friendly from what I could remember and that was no different. Usual SAG food served with a smile and “thanks for riding” shout out. Nice.

 At Kathy’s favorite SAG (dinosaur SAG) I grabbed some puppy love from this cute guy. Always a great mid-ride pick-me-up for me.

 We rode well as a group. Everybody was on the same page when it came to pacing/speed and stopping. I was feeling a little spunky so every once in a while I would sprint a hill and then roll back down but for the most part we trundled along as a movable mess.

 At one point Bill found a lost and nearly bonked rider who got dropped by her group. She had flown in from Texas to ride this event with a pretty large team and now they dropped her. Anyway we revived her and had her join us for the remainder of the ride. She was pretty puny and at some points was riding at 9 mph.

 As we got closer to the finish they routed us through a neat little cut-off and we stumbled (rode up) upon an ornately decorated Buddhist temple that we could not ignore. We pulled in and asked permission to take pictures. The two folks who met us said sure and then told us how all of the decorations were in preparation for a celebration going on the next day. We talked a bit and she offered to get the head monk to come over and take pictures with us.

 She walked over to one of the food tents and spoke with the bare chested man and in a moment I saw him adjusting his robes and start to head in our direction. Here is where things get a little weird. As the monk came closer our eyes met and he made a clear and direct path directly to me. When he got about ten feet from me he dropped to his knees and bowed to me repeating in a heavy Tibetan accent “Rinpoche, Rinpoche.” Then a moment later he bent up from the waist looked at me again and now started chanting “Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva.” Embarrassed I asked him to stand and to please not let my secret out. (This last part may or may not be true).

 The finish line loomed and we rode across as a team. The plan was to take in the post ride festivities, eat then head off to our rooms with a plan to meet for dinner in a few hours.

 Because I was in the midst of triathlon training I headed to the gym and ran a 5k on the treadmill then went swimming. Kathy napped and swam in the bathtub and come to find out at dinner Bill and Mike napped also napped.

 So here we are at dinner and I am a bouncing bubbling nut blathering on about swimming (floating around) and going to the gym not realizing how mad I am making everybody (I think mostly Kathy) and was informed that I was close to getting a fork in the neck (Kathy). I had to do something to distract everyone from the Rinpoche and Bodhisattva talk from earlier. I am so thoughtful.

 Dinner was a replay from the night before and the conversation flowed like wine. We recapped the ride and generally girded our psychological loins for the next day of riding.

 Sunday morning found us finding breakfast and this year was much better than last year at least as far as taste and flavor went. I think they were still a little short on the amount of food they needed but better overall. Mike and Bill wrapped-up bag logistics and after a quick trip to our rooms for final ride prep we gathered our bikes and lined up to start our trip back to Bok.

 The one thing I have not mentioned yet was how wonderful the weather was. It was great weather for both days, maybe a little warm on day one but I love hot weather so fine for me. At least this year we were not getting battered by storms like the previous year. Day two was smooth and for the most part uneventful. I did realize there is more climbing on the way back to Bok than there is on the way to Disney. At least that is how it seemed to me.

 Food was still one-dimensional with burgers being served up by Bubba Burger. Nice of them to donate time and people but this is still one of the weak spots of the weekend.

 Kathy and I drove back to the hotel to finish our weekend of running away from home while Bill and Mike loaded their car and called it a day.

 The ride was a big improvement over the previous year and we are planning to do it again next year.

 This is a great excuse to spend a weekend at the resort with a bike ride thrown in for fun. Non riding spouses have tons to do and the place is kid friendly so it is a perfect family destination event so give thought to being there next year with the team.

 This Coconut Telegraph gets the ball rolling by getting all of the MS 150 published and now I will move on and get the last month caught up along with the Mount Mitchell report and a list of upcoming team ride events.

 Peace and Bikes

Steve & Boris

 

Coconut Telegraph

Hey Everybody,

It was another early start for me. After consulting with Fred and staring skyward in the really early morning hours I figured out I should go ride bike. I texted Jim-Bob who the day before professed he was going to ride with me to the lake and back so he could be on his way home by 8. Well it seems the rain all settled over his house and scared him off. Actually he was sure it was going to rain byth elook of things in sky over his crib so he begged off. No prob, I had Fred on my side and off I went. 

I could not help myself taking the picture below and texting it to Jim-Bob just to let him know how much better I had it than him. He unfortunately, was still stuck at home riding out the storm. 

My usual twisty, bouncy jaunt was unfolding at a really nice rain dodging pace only something was a bit off. No BUNNIES..eeeekkkk. No bunnies I was riding bunniless and missed my furry bounding cheerleaders (it is hard enough to get up at 4AM). They did send out their brother armadillo and an Oh-A-Possum or two. I actually love them too they just don’t bounce. Feeling my despair the universe conjured up a couple of furry friends and dropped them to earth at token intervals just to keep my tears at bay.  Winter Garden rolled up in no time and I was treated to a show of elves (not cobbling shoes).

My elves were putting together one of Winter Garden’s great little Saturday events. The kind that close the whole place down to everything except pedestrian traffic but also come complete with the sights and smells of a food carnival. This one seemed to be blossoming into a plant and flower show (yuck yuck).
I stopped to take the picture and send it off to what I assumed was my now water-logged friend in order to lift his rain drenched spirits. After hitting “send” on the text message with photo attached it was lake bound for me. For some silly reason my watch started running really fast and I thought I was running much shorter on time than I actually was. No bother, I would just ride till 6:50 and then turn back like I did the week before. That would have me at the shop by 7:50 to meet the group. I was pleasantly surprised when after a little light peeked over the horizon and I was able to see my Garmin I spied the time and saw that my watch was twenty minutes faster than I thought. This gave me time to make it to the pavilion and shoot one last picture for my friend who I was sure by this time, based on his updates was furiously blowing into the inflation port of his zodiac in order to keep it afloat (should I have abandoned the ride and raced to his aid…..?).  Something odd at the lake..a bazillion dried up (dead?) hibernating? sleeping bugs of some sort piled all over the bathroom/water fountain building and under the street lights. Their lifeless corpses forming perfect circles in the glow cast by the light…weird…..More on this later.

Back at the shop by 7:55. Weaved my way through the now sunlit elves as the scurried about. The first hints of fair food wafted and I made plans to ride back through town later and eat my way from one end to the other (not really but it kept me motivated to ride 80 miles. Actually finished with a bowl of oatmeal).

Just when I thought it might be a solo ride day, Karen and Cisco rolled in from around the corner to join me. We waited about 10 minutes and then saddled up and headed west. Karen admitted she almost stayed in bed thinking that the deluge that was pummeling Jim-Bob was rapidly making it’s way to either her house or the trail or both but either way staying in bed was high on her option list. She battled through and now she and Cisco were turning pedals on what was about to become and epic ride for them…little did they know.

We wheeled up and rode towards Killarney, nice steady and comfortable pace, no heroics..yet. At Killarney I re-watered and dropped a Skratch into the bottle to keep me fueled. Despite the rain somewhere else it was hot and the sweating had begun. Our great friend Walt rolled up and I made all of the introductions. Walt is working on regaining fitness after some time off the bike to tend to his wife Karen who is wrestling with a couple of health issues. She is great and Walt is a wonderful support person and it was good to see him pedaling this morning. Conversation over and it was time for the real adventure to begin. Last time out, folks begged off hospital hill so Meisha and I did it by ourselves. Today I offered it up as an option and after some quick courage gathering glances back and forth Cisco and Karen gave the thumbs up for a short side trip to South Lake hospital (hospital hill). Off we rode.
We made short work of the roll out to Hancock and turned left. I offered up a quick turn into the neighborhood to spy Skyridge. There we were rolling around the base of the hill when I offered to ride to the topic anyone was interested. Low and behold Karen and Cisco were game for a ride to the top and in a moment we were off. I gave tips on shifting and pacing and together we climbed. At one point Karen caught the curb and in a moment she did an uphill restart from mid-hill (very tough). And as the picture shows we made it to the top of Skyridge, straight up, no bail out…..WooHoo. Karen did admit that she was having doubts about her ability to complete the climb but once she quieted her mind and let her body do what it was capable of it was game on, all the way to the top. We took the mandatory pictures and then headed down because we still had the hospital to ride to.
A nice steady climb out to the hospital a quick drink and we were lake bound. On the way to the lake we came across the 7:30 hill climbers, Randy, Patty and Stephanie. We stopped for introductions and got caught up on the coming and goings of Team Boris for this Saturday morning. That is one of the things that I love about Team Boris, we have pockets of activity developing around the base team, sort of like satellites around the mother ship…really cool. Hill climbers took off for the back route to the lake and we rode the trail there.  At the lake we crashed a dedication ceremony going on at the train station and took up time and space on the picnic benches. Fed and watered and talked out,  it was time to ride home.  At some point between the lake and WG Karen let me know that this was the longest bike ride she or Cisco had ever done. On top of that it was the most climbing they both had ever done, a double epic ride…WooHoo.
Back in WG Cisco and Karen put their bikes up and headed off into the fray of the fair to seek food. I was headed to the shop to say howdy to the guys when I ran across Walt and Karen (different Karen, Walt’s wife). I was glad to have the chance to sit and jibber jabber with the two of them for a few minutes. We have plans for dinner one night as soon as schedules open up. We talked about diet, lifestyle and health seeking behaviors related to a health scare. Good stuff.

In a bit we said our good byes and after a quick howdy do in the shop I was east bound and ready to put this ride away, 80 miles…..done.

Zombie Bugs Of The Apocalypse..Part 1:
I am of the belief that the piles of dead (living dead) bugs were a harbinger of the upcoming Zombie Apocalypse. This was not lost on Karen or Cisco when we arrived at the lake and I pointed out this creepy phenomena. Feeling a bit unsettled knowing we were being watched and more than likely sized up for coking times and seasoning preferences. I can see the epicurean un-dead slathering Cajun seasoning on me and dropping me in the “Human Fryer.” Bet my skin comes out crispy and flavorful, damn zombies probably won Chopped (the zombie edition).

As we picked up our pace towards WG I mentioned to Karen we were kind of stranded without proper Zombie Defense. Al we really could do was out pedal them. That is of course unless they are “fast” Zombies (the kind Kathy hates). Nope, seeing as we were only 7 miles from the NTC and the lake is a big triathlon jumping off point I am sure that we were going to run into fast zombies. Karen reminded me that I only needed to be faster than her. I would have none of it, I told her in true Team Boris fashion and spirit that I would always be the last rider..no one left behind Even in the face of the walking dead mega fast running Zombies I will not violate the sanctity of the ride or my commitment to the accomplish things in the spirit of Boris. I would battle that rapid dead for as long as needed for the team. Of course if they turned out to be shuffling/moaning/slow moving then riding away would not be a problem even if I had to do a Lance and ride the 7 miles back to WG on a flat rear tire….No Problem.

This weekend Mike Stroup, Bill, Kathy and me will be down at the MS 150. Rain will keep Kathy indoors (hotel). Michael Stewart and Sheryl are out. Michael is on IR with a wonky hip. Updates soon.

We have a great many things going on with the team. If you have not done so join the facebook page. It is a closed page so go there and request to join and viola’ you will be in. Many many updates there along with other fun and supportive stuff.

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Boris Sez ”Glad You Are On The Team”




Peace and Bikes


Steve & Boris

Coconut Telegraph

Hey Everybody,
 
Last Saturday I decided to resurrect something that used to be a staple for Team Boris, the early morning start. I am talking really early here. There was a time when this was our regular early morning ride routine. I would start at 5AM from the temple and ride west to Winter Garden station and meet with Arnie at 6AM. From there we would ride back to the temple and pick up whoever was putting in at 7AM. This was usually Bill and Kathy then we would all ride back to Winter Garden and meet the rest of the gang at the shop for an 8AM start. By the time we got the whole shootin match on the road we had 16-24 miles done. So this Saturday I started t 5AM and rode to the lake and then back to Winter Garden for the start of the ride.
 
My roll from the temple offers me meditation time. The hypnotic whirr of rubber on asphalt never fails to transport me to another plane. I was happily pedaling/meditating and transcending when one of my favorite things to have happen on the trail happened, bunnies. They were everywhere, bunnies to the left of me, bunnies to the right of me, bunnies in front of me and bunnies behind me. They were all lining up to say good morning to me and wish me happy pedaling.Yup, me, the bike, the dark, the whirr and the bunnies….. heaven.
 
I made short work of the temple to WG leg and headed out towards Killarney. This was all new to me. I had never ridden west of WG this early in the morning and knowing how things are different in the dark I was looking forward to the adventure and the trail would not disappoint. I was doing my best to shake off the morning chill and working through my plans for my repeats to accomplish my 100 miles. Happy, pedaling and cold I rolled into Oakland when I had a vision. There in the middle of the trail just at the edge of my lights illuminating arch was “King Bunny.” I only spied him for a moment but he was magnificent, probably 12″-16″ tall standing on his hind legs. He was turned facing me and after the split second our eyes met he was gone. Poof, vanished. Did he hop or bound off or simply dematerialize? I don’t know, do not much care, that moment will exist forever. I did wonder if it was “King Bunny” or a baby kangaroo that escaped from the game preserve?
 
King bunny moment behind me and I quickly rolled past Killarney station. I started to watch the clock knowing I would need an hour or so to get back to the shop. I crossed Hancock road at about 6:30 and figured I would ride till 6:50 then turn back. At 6:50 I reached the edge of the lake
 
On the way back in I was making really good time. I knew Randy and Patty would be west bound between 7:30 and 8 so I kept a lookout for them. Past Oakland and entering the last leg I saw the familiar faces of our hill climbers and with them was Christine off for an early morning hill climbing adventure.
 
Back at the shop I hooked up with Bill, Karen and Meisha. Bill let us know that Stephanie would be joining us at Killarney so we wheeled up and took off. Meisha let me know that her formerly borrowed bike was now “her” after being gifted by her friends. She also spilled the beans that she has lost about 75 pounds over the last year. Way to go Meisha. Stephanie did hook up with us at Killarney rounding out the numbers of our happy little group to 5..perfect.
 
A trip to the lake was agreed on and I floated the “let’s turn left on Hancock and ride to the hospital” balloon. At first I thought we might all actually do this. Karen did have a swimming workout to do so time was a factor for her. We rode directly to the lake and SAGed there at  the train station. I assessed nutrition and hydration and discovered Meisha was far behind the 8-ball and was beginning to flirt with bonkulation. We offered up food and electrolyte replacement that she balked at. No problem I would just keep a close eye on her during the trip in. In short order we were WG bound. The hills and their repeating pattern was starting to tax Meisha but she is crazy tough and slogged out each and every one of them. The group let me know there was no desire to head to the hospital on this ride. No matter because I had one more to the lake repeat and I would just do it then. At Killarney we stopped and this time Meisha took a little advise and started to take in some additional nutrition and by this time she was full on-board with Skratch in her water bottles (I love this stuff). While we refueled Meisha Karen took off for a brick knowing we would be ready to leave in about 15 minutes. She returned, Meisha blossomed again and we were off. In WG we dropped into the shop to have a moan and a groan on Meisha’s bike looked at. I floated the breakfast balloon and in no time we were at the French café. We had about an hour before her bike would be ready so the timing was perfect. Bill followed us by a few minutes and let us know he ran into Team Worcester and they would be coming over also.
 
John, Nikki, Nat, Lily and Leslie (John’s dad visiting from England) came in and took up at a long table near ours. We wrapped up our eats visited with our teammates and then made our way to the bike shop to get Meisha’s bike and finish this ride. By this point I was almost 70 miles into the ride and I was feeling great. It was turning out to be the easiest century I had every done.
 
Meisha decided to hang with me and do another trip to the lake, she even agreed to ride out the hospital. I told her I had to go because I promised Arnie a picture that day from Arnie’s overlook. I got that picture with Meisha standing there on the phone. She was calling 911 looking for an escape from the madness of hill climbing. No such luck she had to stick it out. And she did….very well.
 
At the hospital she ducked into the ER for oxygen and EKG and a bedpan. All needs met and a “you aint gonna die” from the doc and we were lake bound. It was a fun twisty and bouncy ride to the lake. Once there she was thanking me for encouraging her to eat with a little extra robustness, ensuring her that her body needed the fuel. We had a long talk about exercise, diet, nutrition and bike eating.
 
The ride back to WG was a nice noodle pace allowing Meisha to finish up and not beg off the bike forever. I dropped her off at the shop and made my way back to the temple giving me 104 miles for the day. It was the easiest century I had ever done.
 
Sunday found me doing a bit of dermal recovery and a gym workout before heading down to Team Boris Racing’s HQ (John’s House) for a little get-together. New and familiar faces popped in and a plan was hatched for the Christmas ride. We had a great visit and I eventually had to make my way home and cancel all of the cat toys the little maniacs tend to order from Amazon when left alone for too long.
 
Saturday (4/6)This was a wild start to the weekend. First I had no sleep all day Friday and by the time I did lay down I had been awake for 31 hours. I was able to knock down about 7 hours before getting up. I knew all plans for an early start were shot but I was happy to be up and at-em by 8. Kathy and I rode in together and eventually made our way around the barricades to the shop. John was saddled up and defying doctors orders was going to be out for a quick spin before getting back to anchor and guide Nat and Lily’s racing efforts. We had planned to coordinate the ride in order to get back and cheer Lily on at 10 AM.

 
It was great to see some old friends come back out to ride. I saw Randol who was doing the 60 mile bike fest ride, always great to see him. Riley and Alona headed out at the front of the pack with John and Bill. Diniz, Hugo and Paul were there and Diniz was planning on joining us for the early ride. Hugo and Paul rode out with us for a few miles to warm up then went back to join the 30 mile bike fest ride. Karen and Cisco rolled out with Kathy. Diniz and I bumped along at a nice little pace (16-20mph) in order to get some mileage in before we turned back and also to try and catch the rest of the group. Halfway up Michael’s SAG hill we ran into Kathy, Karen and Cisco riding back in. It was the right time to turn around to get back for the race so I headed back with them. Diniz pushed on and was going to look for Bill to ride back with. Turns out he went all the way out without riding back with Bill.
 
We did a quick pit-stop at Killarney and then pedaled on. Karen was signed up to volunteer at 11:00 (great job Karen).
 
We stopped at the courthouse on the way back to dot any registration “I’s”. It was there we ran into Russ and Karen manning the registration table. I had a great ride on the SWT with Russ and Karen a few weeks ago as they got ready for the TdC. I always love getting a chance to spin pedals with folks who I have not had the chance to ride with in awhile. We rode with Russ on his first TdC and he did great then and has continued to get stronger and stronger. Karen has always been a great cyclist so it was just pure joy to ride with these two friends of Team Boris. 
 
John had the Team Boris tent set up in front of JoJo’s yogurt at the opposite end of the block from WGWW (great spot). Kathy, Cisco, Karen and I stopped at the tent and I introduced everybody to as many other everybody’s that I knew and hopefully I was effective at letting Karen and Cisco know/feel they are part of this whole big Team Boris family. After a bit Cisco bid us adieu and Karen toddled off to the shop for her volunteer assighnment.
 
It was only a few minutes until Bill showed up across the road and shouted hi. Hey, folks were back to cheer Lily on. John was busy getting things perfect for Lily and Nikki gave us a rundown of how she runs a “race day” tent…very impressive.
 
Their Off. Race starts and we watch the field stretch out and figure where Lily will be in the order of things. Now, the race she was in was a mixed class race so in her field was Jacob and it was great to be able to cheer for both Lily and Jacob in the same race. As they would pass John would teach me what was going on and what his expierenced eyes were seeing that I wasn’t. Everyday is a school day for me. He pointed out that Jacob had paired up with another rider and they were working together. As Lily ticked down laps John was able to point things out about parts of the race that we could not see just based on what he was observing Lily doing, very cool.
 
The race ended, everyone finished safely and we congratulated Lily and Jacob as soon as they made their way to the tent. This was crazy exciting to watch.
 
By this time Bill had made his way to the tent and we decided to hunt down lunch at the farmers market. Back at city hall they had a bike valet so we dropped our bikes there and walked back to the farmers market. Korean was the fare du jour. We sat next to the fountains ate, and just people watched. Mark and Jordan came strolling up and we got up to visit with the wonderfully pregnant mommy and daddy to be. All is going well and things are planned for an August arrival of a little boy (Boris sounds like a great name)…just sayin.
 
It came time to leave and get Kathy home. I planned to come back for Nat’s 3:45 Cat 4 race so it was home and shower because after that it is dinner with Arnie..WooHoo.

Made it back for Nat’s race and it was crazy exciting. He led the entire peloton on a few laps and then we watched as he swapped positions back and forth lap after lap till he final finished in 5th place…great and amazing. Nat has to ride with junior gearing so he has to work harder than riders who are not restricted like that. John was the consumate proud dad and Nikki watched/didn’t watch in fear. She said these races scare her. Being a mom.

That night Kathy and I were out to dinner with Arnie and Melanie at none other than Team Boris’s official italiann restaurant; Stefano’s. It was a great night getting caught up with everybody. With kathy’s travel schedule and Arnie’s treatment schedule it seems that the planets do not align often enough to allow us to get together which kinda sucks presta valves a lot because I love spending time with Arnie and Melanie. We got caught up on as much as possible and I always make sure that when I am out with these guys I eat dessert. Life has sweet moments that warrent celebration and spending time with Arnie and Melanie is one of those sweet moments.

Sunday (April,7)
 
First and foremost Fred Rocks. I mean Fred the weather rock..ROCKS. He conjured up a magnificent day for riding. It was a core founders ride for the team. Me Kathy and Bill. Kathy is starting to feel a bit more comfortable on the bike and is wanting to stretch her legs a bit so she opted for the 30 mile loop. The 30 mile loop is created by adding in the horse farm loop at the top of the Seminole Wekiva trail. The route is on the road but the the traffic is minnimal and the views of the horse farms are just amazing. We toddled along and watched as horses pranced and danced around in their pastures (one was wearing clothes, no lie). It has been a long time since we did this extra little bit and it really brightens up the ride, missed it, will do it more.

After a SAGulation stop at the trail end horse park where we turned wheels south and pedaled home. 

Every Team Boris ride takes on it’s own personality and energy depending on the mix of riders. This is one of the things I love about our little group. One morning we will have Mary drop in from the coast and Stephanie hook up with us at Killarney. Another will see Randol dropping in for the festival ride and it is always wonderful to see new folks to the group find a groove like Cisco and Karen. There has been a big push for familiar faces to start showing back up, like Diana and Connie at the “Ladies Ride.” Our team has a very dynamic and organic nature. No dues, few rules, lots of support and positive energy. when all of that gets mixed up in the big mixing bowl of life with a few “special” ingrediants tossed in (like the colonials secret recipe) what comes out is something far greater than the sum of it’s parts. Team Boris…….
 
 No proof read. I am going to let the words fall where they may. One of the things that brought a lot to the group in the early years was a weekly ride wrap-up (The Coconut Telegraph). And I admit with all of the new ways the group communicates I have been lazy about getting this out weekly but I am going to make a concerted effort to do better and get these sent and posted to TeamBorisCycling.com along with some other cerebral dribble…Enjoy…if you want to
 
 
 


Peace and Bikes


Steve & Boris

Nat’s Weekend Race Report

Hi Steve,
 
Not sure where to start. Saturday was a disaster, I had a 51 mile road race on this course, (http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msid=207942242447522540565.0004b685a9c169b6301df&msa=0), 1st lap was real good I was on 6th wheel through the feed zone. During lap 2 we had a bad crash and the race was neutralized so we were back together, But once we were released it was such a scramble that there was another wreck, and I was right behind it. That was my race over. It got worse when I just tried to ride the last lap out, but got a flat in the front wheel. The best thing all day was my dad picking me up because 7 miles would have been a long walk back.
 
BIKING ON SUNDAY PLEASE!!!
 
Lily went off 1st with the Lady’s Cat 4 and she did great!!
 
Whoops!!
 
I forgot Coach Bob, he came 2nd in the men’s 60+.
 
Lily was a bit upset when she got cut off in a final corner but safety is important and she came 4th.
 
My race was intense! The hammer was down and Cat 3/ Cat 4 was fast. I was not sure who was in what class?? I tried to stay in the top group, first 15 riders. Dad and Coach Bb are shouting at me to move up. HOW.?.?.? There is no way through. I’m on my own out there and this is a really tight course. I hold my own and as they ring the bell for the last lap there’s a crash on the first corner. Only 3 rider’s go down and I get through. It’s Chaos. To be truthful – I rode as hard as I could to the finish line but until the results were read, I had no idea where I had come. 10th Overall in the race but 2nd in Cat 4. What can I say, I’m happy!!
 
Lily will post some pictures and I’m not racing next weekend so hopefully I can ride with you
 
Regards
Nat

Tenure by Martin Bayne

I found this on http://thevoiceofagingboomers.com  It is by Martin Bayne and is just magnificent..enjoy

TENURE

09FEB

 

jewel

Next week marks my 3,652 day as an assisted living resident – my ten-year anniversary as a member of America’s Institutional Aging Community.

Statistically, only 1 in 25,000 residents over 55 survives that long. And when you  factor into this equation my Young-Onset Parkinson’s, Congestive Heart Failure and two Pulmonary Embolisms, the odds become astronomical. (My first order of business upon waking every morning  is to acknowledge, with gratitude and astonishment,  that I actually woke up!)

Yet, here I am, after 63 years, still inhaling and exhaling. Still setting my quality-of-life indicator at its highest setting — indicating that despite ravaging tremors, excruciating pain and a failing heart that often makes me fight for each breath, I not only refuse to lay down and die — I  still squeeze what joy and inspiration I can from these ten-trillion cells called Martin Bayne.

And how do I continue to put one foot in front of the other in this often-disappointing and painful journey I call my life? In a word: purpose.

Purpose is the magic elixir that trumps pain, transcends any notion of limitation and opens our minds and hearts to possibility.

It is also the single most accurate predictor of joy and fulfillment in an aging population.

Which brings me to the reason I wrote this post — to share my anniversary with you in a format of “incremental victories.”   To openly share the ten-faceted jewel of knowledge and wisdom I’ve been given in exchange for all the pain and tremors.  Guard it well.

 

1. With stillness, we lay the foundation. 

When the mind settles, we become clear.

 

2. With courage, we move forward-despite our fear.

An authentic warrior recognizes fear as an ally.

 

3. With forgiveness, we discover true freedom.

One-hundred-years from now, what difference will it make?

 

4. With insight, we accept the change of life’s seasons.

We come, we go.  Can you remember the face you had before you were born?

 

5. With gratitude, we honor our elders.

Who determines who is “young” and who is “old?” Why, you, of course.

 

6. With tenderness, we turn the stream of compassion within.

She who has herself as playmate, coach and advisor, is a fortunate woman.

 

7. With faith, we learn surrender.

Give your heart away completely. It will always find its way home, bearing gifts.

 

8. With mindfulness, we do just this thing, now.

Life in the past and future — the cruelest prison of all.

 

9. With generosity, we make ourselves available to serve.

When duality drops away, who is serving and who is being served?

 

10. With purpose, we acknowledge our mission.

Purpose is our map; determination the vehicle.

 

Copyright 2013 Martin Bayne

Lily’s Race Update

Hi Steve,
 
       WOW,what a weekend of racing!  I was 35 seconds behind at the first lap, but by lap 3 I had caught the pack & my competiton.  For the next 4 laps she sat on my wheel and would not take her turn that much!  As the race got close to the finish it was up hill and my legs had nothing left.  She pulled ahead and beat me about 1/2 a bike, (can’t say what I really thought about her winning).
    
     On Sunday we had a crash in the Junior race, and of course I got stuck behind them and we got split up, I could not get back in the race but still got 2nd place. It’s not very rewarding racing by yourself, but it’s good when you look back and have beaten most of the boys. CRASH…..BANG…..POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
 
    Dad should I enter the women’s race?…   Dad says yes, Coach Bob says yes.  I’m IN!!  I didn’t do too great but I finished.  It was “SSSSSOOOOO” hard 45 mins at race pace, but next Sunday I’m on for “Dade City Criterium”. On Tuesday I went down to the track, OMG it is so aggresive and fast. Nat did really well and WON the 3rd race. I’m so excited & blown away that Nat won.
 
   I can’t wait till next Tuesday.  It is electic, there is so much going on. Hope you like the pictures and videos I will send to you in another email.
 
P.S- Next week I’m racing.
 
 
                                                  Love,
                                                           Lily Worcester

Nat’s Race Update

Hi Steve,
    Well it was a great start to the FL Race Series. Jacob did a great  job on Saturday and Lily upset so many boys by keeping a constant pace and using a TT (Time Trial) style ride to catch and wear them down and pass them. I had a personal race with Mikey(Garmin) and we should have been watching because we were nudging for 1st and 2nd and ended up 2nd and 3rd with a rogue rider taking 1st. WHOOPS.
    Let’s go to Sunday, 7 laps at 7 miles = 49 miles, with Category 5 men. It was really fast not dropping below 25 mph, But I stayed with the breakaway group and worked really hard, but I broke at mile 47 on a small hill and cramped up. I managed to get back on the back of the break but when we got to the last hill and my right leg went into spasm and locked up. It was heart breaking to see the pack catch and ride away and you can’t do anything about it. I still came 3rd, but it should have been my race, Boris should have been on top of the podium and I will be making sure this does not happen again.
    On the 29th I represent Team Boris Cycling at the velodrome and I have no idea what I will take on, but I would like to pass on some thoughts dad talked to me about to make the difference between racing and achieving because Team Boris is about achieving and we have important rides coming up. When riding in your group at Tour de Cure or MS  or Ride Without Limits or whatever (Thanks Lily) to think about this:
    1. Be predictable
Meaning hold your line and to use signals like sudden braking, swerving or accelerating when in line.
    2. Keep the pace.
Stay  even with fellow riders. Don’t get sucked into faster groups and sit in a pack when you can to feel the benefit of drafting.
    3. Look ahead
Do not stare at the front wheel ahead, try to look beyond the route/terrain and be ready for the changes.
    If anyone has any worries or questions about the goals they have set dad is always available at jworcester@bellsouth.net and he is so pleased to help.
Steve thank you
 
Love and Peace
Nat

Coconut Telegraph

Hey Everybody,

 

A Coconut Telegraph:

 

Saturday:

 

I did manage to drag myself out of bed at about 6AM realizing I made it through the night without a kitty emergency. The planets had aligned to finally let me get back out for a temple start (thank you planets). Kathy slept in with plans to join the group at the shop at 8. It has been a few months since I started the Saturday shenanagans from the temple and being cold and damp did nothing to infuse me with excitement. But heck, the planets aligned and who am I to look a gift planet in the mouth or crater or whatever maw is assignable to a planet. It really was nice to cover familiar real estate again no matter how ugly the riding was, and it was ugly.

 At the shop I met up with Kathy, Gary-Jo, George, Noah (grandchild) and Bob. There was a collective energy directing the ride to evolve into a spin to Killarney and back. Kathy had decided the night before this was her limit and the rest of the group was right there with her. A picture ensued and we were off.

 We bumbled along to Killarney where after a short break my riding partners turned wheelseast back to Winter Garden and the warmth and safety of Axum. The invite to join everybody was floated and in the staring up from the bottom of a cold wet hole it was mighty inviting. Problem was I promised myself a ride to the lake, so off I rode.

 Today on the trail it was Team Boris A-Poppin. On the way I ran into Randy and new Team Boris member Gary. We had a trail-side gab session until they departed east as I pushed to the lake. At the lake I called Kathy and she let me know she ran into Alona and Tom at the shop and they were headed in my direction. A few minutes of rehydration and refueling and I was off to home.

I started back and ran into randy and Gary again and they let me know they saw Alona and Tom also but they were turned towards home so I would miss them. I rode past Killarney and stopped at the shop for some face-time with our favorite bike shop guys. Just before my setting off from the shop the sun came out, blessings, prayer answered. I slowly made waves for the temple appreciating the warming and thawing that was going on. I do not do well in colder weather and was happy to be wrapping this one up.

 I must admit I was thankful that my ride to the lake and back was a solo effort. My riding was terrible, not terrible in an “I was crashing into stuff and falling over sort of way.” No, just terrible in a “Have I ever ridden a bicycle this far and up these kind of hills” sort of way. No flow, no rhythm, just grind. But we all have those days, oh-well.

First temple start in a few months and besides being chilly and damp for almost three hours all was good, not very impressive but good.

 

Sunday Sunday Sunday:

 We did make our way to the trail head at 8AM. On the way we got a couple of text messages from Judith explaining what had gone wrong and why she would not be able to make it. At the start line Michael, Sheryl and Zach were getting ready. Things would progress slowly because we were not going to push Michael seeing how his heart stuff is not all the way figured out. On our way north we passed an old friend, Stephanie as she jogged south. Quick shouts of recognition followed and we continued our northern push.

We puttered along at just above noodle pace for the 7 miles to Panera. Once there we turned this into a true leisurely Sunday morning ride. Breakfast was on and we spent some time getting caught up on things. As we sat there Barry and Linda wheeled past. After a bit it was time to head home. On the way home we stopped by the painted fence and spoke with the artist. Very cool guy. Stephanie passed again, this time north bound. Team Stewart-Logan blasted off and Kathy and I meandered back and wrapped up a great weekend of riding.

Don’t forget the Santa ride next Saturday (12/22). Kids visit with Santa at the shop from 3-5PM and at 6 we roll out for the bike ride portion. Dennis is scouting a neighborhood route for us to ride. The ride itself will be a mile or two. You will need lights on your bike. Not just optional Christmas lights (battery operated at Walgreens) but a headlight and taillight for safety. I have a couple of extra lights I can lend just let me know. Bring the kids and grandkids to see Santa and then jump onboard for the second annual Team Boris/WGWW/Team Worcester Santa ride…..WooHoo..I mean HoHoHo

 Peace and Bikes

 Steve & Boris