Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Cabin calmness

For once the weekend left me feeling relaxed thanks to a 2 day getaway "off the grid" at the cabin. No phones, no TV, no rushing around just lots of relaxing, exploring and eating. We went on an adventure in the Pike National forest trails and roads around the cabin. I came away learning that if you want to practice riding steep, sketchy gravel trails the cabin is the place to do it. Doug tried his hand at fly fishing and even managed to catch a little trout (although I was making breakfast and did not witness this).


Roughing it on the eating front. Note the airhorn on the table, everyone needs an airhorn, right?

View from the deck

I was only pretending to fish since I don't have a license

Gravel pit trail

Next up this weekend is the Teva Mountain Games Wish me luck as I embark on the Ultimate Mountain Challenge!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

My Boiling Blood

Disclaimer: This post is not related to training or racing at all. It is a glimpse into how passionate I am about my work and shows a little of my fiery side. It may make some people upset but that’s OK, I feel a need to vent and advocate for a population and agency that is unfairly discriminated against.


I love Boulder for it’s natural beauty, abundance of healthy food, the active lifestyle being the norm, the list goes on and on really. What I’ve grown to not like is the “Not in My Backyard” Ignorance that is taking over this town. After reading in the paper today about community outrage over the location of a Community Mental Health Center I’ve been on edge all day. The issue is being raised by parents of a local elementary school who oppose the opening of a new office for Mental Health Partners. I completely understand that parents want to keep their children safe but what kind of message does it send to kids when we as a community and parents stand up and essentially say “it’s great to help people with mental illness but not where I can see them”. The argument is that Mental Health Partners serves low-income clients who have moderate to severe mental illnesses and “these people” will create a safety risk to the kids playing on the playground. Parents are also under the false impression that mental illness =sex offender. Having worked for Mental Health Partners in the past on the Emergency Psychiatric Services team I have intense real experience with serious cases of mental illness. I went into Emergency Rooms at all hours of the day and night to do assessments of people experiencing a mental health crisis to determine if they needed inpatient care. Not once in my year and a half with MHP did I ever feel threatened or scared, even when dealing with actively psychotic clients. Now, I knew they were not Jesus like they told me and that the FBI was probably not listening to us but I didn’t judge them and as hard as it may be for some people to do, I treated them like a human being and friend. We talked and planned what was in their best interest. Sometimes this was more challenging than others but I believe that clients trusted me and felt safe because I was calm and respectful. I realize I have more developed senses of safety than a child and can more easily be cued into what is an unsafe situation. But I do believe that parents can educate their children about differences and help them learn to keep themselves safe. I grew up in inner city Denver and my parents taught me from an early age about what is safe versus unsafe and what to do if you ever felt unsafe. My parents took the opportunity to teach me about differences when I saw people in our community who were homeless, addicted to drugs, or maybe even mentally ill. Sometimes this lesson was after seeing something that was shocking and confusing at first but better understood after my parents talked about it. My family volunteered at the Soup Kitchen in downtown Denver and I clearly remember my dad setting an example for me in the kind way he interacted with the people we served. He would laugh and joke with people who came to enjoy a hot meal like they were his friends and never once did he make a stereotypical statement or discriminate. I know I’m not a parent (yet) but I have strong convictions about teaching your children about diversity of all kinds and how to embrace it rather than fear it.


Mental illness does not discriminate. It affects people of all ages, races, socioeconomic classes and in all communities. The entitled wealth of Boulder doesn’t realize that maybe their neighbor is mentally ill but they are actually able to afford treatment and therefore, you may never know that they are managing their illness. While MHP does treat some clients with more serious mental illness it has been my experience that most clients are no different than “normal” people who may have some anxiety issues, be managing situational depression or working through a traumatic past. Mental illness is treatable. On some level it’s no different than diabetes. Medicines, lifestyle changes, and other therapies can keep it under control. We hear so much about mental illness because people with serious mental illness who have no access to treatment are less able to make rational choices and end up in the news. The situation will only continue to get worse as funding to provide mental health services is regularly being slashed from state and federal budget.


I wish the Boulder community could start taking the time to become educated about issues before they jump to conclusions and make assumptions. I’m sure some people would be shocked to learn that Mental Health Partners also sees children and adolescents with mental illness and has a whole team of dedicated family therapists. Yes, like I said mental illness does not discriminate, it’s our “not in my backyard society” that does.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Gowdy Grinder Fitness Test

Sunday Doug and I headed up to Curt Gowdy State Park just outside Cheyenne, Wyoming for the Gowdy Grinder Mountain bike race. Was I excited to drive 2 hours for a 13.2 mile race? Not really. Was I excited about a $10 entry fee? Absolutely! Was I disappointed by the race? No way! Curt Gowdy is a hidden gem of Wyoming with some spectacular and very technical trails. It was well worth the drive and I think we'll head back to check out more of the park sometime.

A 13.2 mile race sounds like nothing but turns out it took me 1:37 minutes to complete this distance. I was unsure of my fitness since I really just started getting back at legitimate training in the last few weeks. I was either well rested or more fit than I thought (those serious elliptical workouts may have been worth something in the long run) as I took the win for the Women. I'm going to go with I'm more fit than I thought I was option. The race started with a short section of double track before funneling into some of the most amazing single track I have ridden. There were super smooth buff sections of trail intermingled with tight turns, drops, rocky sections and where the heck does this trail go sections. I managed to get to the single track first and extended my lead throughout the race. This race was just what I needed to boost my confidence and help me realize that I will have a good season despite a slow start and early season injury.


Website with more pictures to get an idea of just how great the trails are:


Thursday, May 5, 2011

Trips for Kids


Working with adolescents with substance abuse issues is challenging to say the least. I see kids faced with intergenerational substance abuse, serious traumatic histories and less than appropriate family dynamics. Research shows that increasing protective factors for kids increases their potential to maintain positive changes. My hope is that my kids can connect with something positive and I have a strong desire to introduce them to sports and outdoor recreation, both of which can be protective factors. Most are not exposed to these activities and those that are lose their connection when drugs take over their lives. I have kids as young as 15 who use cocaine 3-4 times per day. How on earth do you help someone so young change these behaviors? There are some days I feel hopeless and discouraged. This week is different. I have connected with an amazing organization, Trips for Kids, and will be taking some of my kids on a mountain bike adventure on the local Boulder trails this Saturday. The number of kids attending has dwindled due to needing inpatient care, being in detention and being on the run. However, if only one kid has a positive experience and connects or re-connects to mountain biking and the outdoors it will all be worth it!

I hope to do future work with Trips for Kids. Check them out and if you can find time in your life to share your love of sports with others, please do! You can change a life simply by sharing your passion with someone else!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

From Elliptical to Disastrous World Champs

7 weeks after rupturing a disc in my back I found myself on the start line of the ITU Cross World Championships in Spain, what the heck was I doing? My training and prep for the race were far from ideal. However, I figured this was a chance to race somewhere new and an opportunity that may or may not present itself to me in the future, so heck I should go do it. For several weeks I was unable to workout and then I was confined to the elliptical machine for a few weeks before getting back on my bike and running about 2 weeks before the big day. I knew going into this race that I was not fit and my only goal was to finish and have fun.

After a long day of work on Tuesday I hopped on a plane and managed to sleep most of the way to London. I had no issues making my connecting flight to Madrid and was totally bummed when I arrived and my bike did not make it. After waiting in line for an hour and a half I filed my claim with lost baggage and was told my bike would be delivered to me in the morning. I hopped in my rental car and was off to the race site. Only problem was that navigating the Madrid highway chaos was more challenging than I expected. Finally after almost 2 hours of being lost when I found myself on what appeared to be a walking path I stopped and asked a nice couple for directions. They were impressed by my Spanish and asked if I was from France I said "no the USA". Oops, should have lied on that one because the nice man then rolled his eyes and walked away. I finally got on the right road and made it to our house at 1am. Mel's man Ross is awesome and waited up for me to make sure I made it. Thanks Ross!


To make a long story short the next 2 days were spent fighting with British Air about the whereabouts of my bike and Mel's bike. The fight ended with us still not having our bikes on race day. I was lucky enough to stay true to Specialized and borrow an Era from an age grouper, thanks Jo! It was too big for me but a few adjustments, swapping pedals and putting my seat in (don't ask me what made me put this in my checked bag rather than my bike box) and I made it work. I was missing my super light Stan's wheels but continued to remind myself that I was here for fun. A little more running around to get the tire pressure right and I was suddenly left with 20 minutes before the start to cram into my Xterra wetsuit and get a swim warmup in.



On to the race. The start was on a pontoon. Did I mention I hate diving into water. I really wanted to jump off the stupid pontoon but I sucked it up and dove when the gun went off. I wasn't swimming great but wasn't last either. I was with a group of 3 other girls and was sticking on their feet until one of them kicked my outstretched arm and my shoulder dislocated a bit. I stopped panicked and screamed for the boats to come to me. I've never felt like I was going to drown until that moment. I managed to give my arm a good yank and put it back where it belongs. I gave the boats a thumbs up and decided to keep going despite my shoulder hurting with every stroke. After my 30 second break I still managed to catch back up to the group I was with, wow hello adrenaline. This reminded me that those exercises I learned at PT the last time this happened to my shoulder are indeed important and I somehow need to find time to do them.

Onto the muddy bike course which consisted of 4 5km laps. No hills, lots of mushy grass and puddles as you literally rode in the lake. I was able to pick off quite a few girls, which was surprising. At the same time the big girls, Mel, Shonny, Emma, Christine, were all putting time on me, not surprising. I coasted quite a bit where I could to stretch out my back and was glad to get to the run. My run was nothing stellar and I had to spend 15sec in the penalty box for apparently mounting my bike too early. I saw the man holding the penalty board with my number on it and did a double take of #25 on the board and hmmm #25 on my body, yep that's me, guess I get a little break. I ended up 17th and was honestly glad to have finished given the circumstances of the last 2 months and the chaos of my trip. I know I should be closer to the top women but I'll save it for later in the year at the "real World Championships". I have a few more PT sessions for my back and should be 100% ready to train in another few weeks. It can only get better from here!

I was super excited that "real Xterra girls" not ITU ladies swept the podium. Mel 1st, Shonny 2nd and Emma with a huge breakthrough race in 3rd. That's two team Specialized racers on the podium, awesome!!!