Thursday, December 04, 2014

Who’s coaching your kids?

This shouldn't be news to anyone; Kevin Livingston is the owner of Pedal Hard fitness center in the basement of Mellow Johnny's and also in a Big Shark Bicycling Company in St. Louis. Kevin rode professional for many years and NEVER tested positive while in competition. There was some retroactive testing done in 2004 for his samples from the tour in 98/99 and guess what was in those? EPO duh!

He was a great doper. Better then Lance and way better that all those Astana jokers.

So let’s get back to the title of this post. I can give a rats shit if you’re a 45 year old Cat. 4 who wants to be coached by this really good ex doper. You might get faster, slower, but really who cares.

I’m a little upset to learn that he coaches a U23 Development Team. Do you see where we’re taking this?

From a developmental view having a coach is great. I can name about 5 good ones with college degrees and high level racing experience who NEVER doped. If I were a parent I would be stoked to learn that my kid made it on a decent U23 team and then be destroyed to learn that one of the main sponsors is owned by an ex doper who also happens to be a coach for the team. What does that teach my child? #itpaystodope

Let’s let Kevin sum this up, since he says it best.

"My goal in starting Pedal Hard is to use my years of experience to help people explore their potential." Kevin Livingston Founder of Pedal Hard

It sounds funny doesn't it?

Don't get me started about all the dopers still in our sport. We have enough to clean up in our own back yard. 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

Frustrations of Job Searching

Bike Ride
On my way home from work
Got laid off, what a joke
Car is on E
Is this what’s like to have a college degree?
Got home sat down typed up some rhymes
Thinking maybe someone someday will pick up my lines
All I want to do is live the American dream
Like you see on TV
Been searching for that dream
On websites like Monster and SHRM
Frustrated to say the least
Trying to stay ahead
Fuck it, I’m going to go ride my bike instead.
Here I am not feeling so well
Lying in bed if you can’t tell
Almost graduated getting a degree
That’s what the world said would set me free
 But here I am on my knees
Looking for a job- I’m not alone
Flashy insurance man with heavy cologne
Telling me to tell people to sell their souls
                Nahh man that’s not the job for me
Standing now on my two feet
Still don’t have a job, feeling some defeat
 But up here I can see
The world around me drinking Hennessey
 Spending on credit
-You don’t have
 Living large
-You can’t afford
 Giving false hope to the masses
Come on lets tip our glasses
Come on let it go
The world around you is nothing but a show
So tip you glasses lets say cheers
The whole world around you is in tears

Sunday, December 09, 2012

It's time...

to dust this bad boy off.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Personal Days

School has been going really well. Last semester I picked up 2 As and a B. Not too bad considering all the work I was doing and I was being told I was crazy to take it all on. The amount does hit me though sometimes. Take today, a Personal Day. We all have that day where we wake up and just don’t want to do what we normally do. Like Peter in Office Space where he just sleeps in and then goes fishing. I’m having one of those days. I cleaned up a bit, made some coffee and am about to write some flash cards for a test that’s coming up. So far this semester I’m pulling 2 As again and a really high B or low A. Couple more weeks. Then an online Art Appreciation class in the fall and I’ll be done. For now.

So it’s facebook official. Jessie wants to announce to the world I love her. ;) “She’s one cool chick” Grandma. I like being around her. Best advice I’ve ever got was from my good friend in Minnesota. He told me the best relationships will be the ones where you’re not even trying and that everything works out with no drama, crying or arguments. Now I’ve had some good relationships, but none that have been this simple. Not only does she make me happy, she also makes everyone around her that much brighter.

Having all that time off the bike has hurt. My form is nowhere close where it was at OKC. I think that was the decline of my fitness and I was holding onto it with just 5 or so hours a week. Well I started back up training again and with some advice from Collin I’ll be fit enough to run my mouth again in the peloton soon. 

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Summer school...

is wearing me out! I'm trying to find a balance, got to find a balance. I'll get a little more free time after this weekend. I plan on taking some time off from riding to focus on school and other things I have going on.

I haven't seen Jessie in two weeks! She's super understanding. I like her a lot.


Racing has been going well after JMSR. I think I have been riding is only 5 hours a week then I race on the weekends. Which seems fine for only racing crits. I got 18th at Bike the Bricks and 16th at OKC Pro/Am. It's also cool to do races that pay out to 20th place! With those “results” I was able to pay for rent, entry and gas money to them. Tulsa Tough is this weekend. I think the Watt Posse is going to win some. Hope to see you out there.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

2012 JMSR Stage 3

What a difference a year makes. This last weekend PACC/WATT POSSE headed over to Joe Martin Stage Race. We had a strong team with Corey riding very well and Collin setting things on fire the last few weeks. Having a top ten on the GC was a given for both of the guys. While we didn’t end up with both of them in the top ten, Corey got 9th and Collin had a hard weekend on the bike… I mean when you get beat by me in the TT!!! :)

All that aside though the weekend was great and on a more personal note was a total 180 change from last year. There I was on Saturday’s road race, we missed the break with our GC guy and I had tons of work ahead to do. I immediately got to the front to do my job and pull it back. With the help of Rusty we were able to keep them close, but no one else would work in the race. As we were on the front hitting it as hard as we could the time was still going up. Once Rusty and I blew up the GC was up the road. The time gap was like 8 minutes. As I slowly slipped off of the back of the field my mind was a complete wreck. My fitness was subpar, my heart was broken, school sucked, and there I was slowly slipping off the back to ride the next 40 some miles by myself. At one point I came to the realization that I didn’t even want to race my bike anymore. I was sick of the pain, traveling, lack of results and just plain tired. Tears were running down my face, I wanted out. All that I’ve I worked for, going to MSU for cycling, going to Belgium to race and the countless hours on the bike were for what? But I kept on riding, pushing forward at a pace where I could finally see the beautiful stream on the side of the road, hearing the kids clap for me and the corner marshals telling me to keep going. Keep going… as I thought to myself as I dismounted and stood on top of a hill in one of the most beautiful places in the US… I finally heard the birds chirping, cows mooing and the pain of racing was gone… keep going. At this point the tears were far from being held back. When I got to the finish everything was taken down. Racers were long gone and my car was the only one in the parking lot. I wanted to go home.

That night was hard, I talked to anyone and everyone about hanging up the race wheels and moving on to directing the team or being the race mechanic. This decision would have to be slept on.

You can see my helmet just behind the guy on the right.

One year later. We missed the break again, but this time we had Greg Hercules on the team. To the front he went, miles after miles the gap was coming down to the large break. The first 20-30 riders were all single file because he was pushing the 53/11 at a pace which would destroy most. In the back of my mind I remembered last year and how I did that same thing only to be blowing off the back at a quick pace. But, there he was on the front again, even after the big hill!!! With about 10 miles to go the break was back. Greg’s job for the day was going to be our field sprinter for the long run into the finish. He gave up that role the instant he hit the front miles ago. We talked about it and he said go for it.

Ten miles out it was getting fun. Since there was a yellow line rule the road was small, so keeping your position required some bumping, grinding and sharp accelerations. The finish was coming up quick 1000m, the yelling began “That’s my @^@%# Wheel” I let him have it, it was going nowhere. 700m, watching the flow in the top 20, staying out of the ditch and watching for the road cones. 600m, Wow this is coming up fast! 500m, the field swung over to the left, Cagle shot out on the right, only one other person jumped, I was kind of boxed in. 400m, the field flowed to the left. A guy came around me going real fast, a kid jumped tying to get to him, I jumped onto his wheel. 300m Cagle and the Mercy guy were just up the road, the kid in front of me wasn’t catching the 787 rider. 200m the kid threw out the anchor, shit it’s too early to go but I had to start. We were coming up fast and the 2 riders where getting close. I hit is hard as I could on the left side of the road. 100m, I could win this! Am I going fast enough? Was I just leading everyone else out? 50m, I lost the race but 3rd? 40m, a rider passed me on my right. 30m, shit I’m pulling the field and am going to get swarmed at the line. Finish came up fast 4th. And I was leading out the field… no one could come around. A difference a year makes.

Time to take a break and focus on school, go up to Minnesota with Jessie for Muckers wedding, and maybe graduate in the summer. See you all in Minnesota soon. Jessie is excited to meet all of you!