Tuesday, June 21, 2011

#25 - Walk 100 Holes of Golf


We establish our own goals in life. We ascribe meaning to events, people and places that few others will ever care about. We live and die with 99.99% of the world never knowing our name, our impact, our face.

So on Friday, June 17, I set out to finish the second of 30 items on my "30 Before 30" list knowing that it held a large amount of meaning for me.

I had no idea if it was physically possible to walk 100 holes of golf in one day but I was going to try.

I made some Facebook posts, put a sign up at Bear Creek Golf Course in Forest City and asked some others for donations...in the end I raised over $300 for the American Cancer Society.

To be honest, though, the thrill of this day was only because I had placed a lot of meaning on this goal. There was also a thrill in not knowing if I would be able to complete the day.

I began playing at 4:40 in the morning in darkness. The grass was extremely wet with dew because of the humidity.

I played the first four holes with a glow ball and managed to make all bogeys in the darkness.

Oh, I should mention my established "rules" for the day:

  1. I have to walk from tee to green for 100 holes at Bear Creek Golf Course...only accepting a shuttle cart ride from the 500 yard walk from hole 10 to 11 and also between a couple other long distances between tees.
  2. I have to break 90 in all five full rounds from the white tees.
  3. I have to play the entire 100 holes in a single day.
  4. I have to play the entire 18 holes at Bear Creek for the five rounds and can play the last 10 holes on the front nine.
The sun began to light the sky as I played hole #5 and I started playing a regular golf ball for the remainder of the day.

In order to keep my bag as light as possible, I only carried 11 clubs in a Ping "pencil" bag that is very light and has no stand. I also only carried 3-4 golf balls, a few tees and a bottle of water. I would reload with golf balls and drinks when I passed my vehicle.

As I finished my first round, my parents came to shuttle me from 10 to 11. I had played the front nine in under 1 hour and felt great. The only issue was how wet the grass was...it was causing me to have trouble gripping the club as my glove got wet.

My mom and dad brought me a breakfast sandwich and followed me as I played #10 and then shuttled me from 10 to 11.

I saw a person walking when I got to #16 and told her about my plans for the day. She kept walking around the back nine and I played my last 3 holes of the first round thinking that I was easily going to finish 18 holes of golf well before I would normally be arriving at work for the day.

I ended up shooting 81 for the first 18 playing it in 2 hours and 12 minutes. Walking!

Rounds 2 and 3 went very well...I changed my shoes after round 2 and in round 3 I started thinking about how I was going to handle the chaffing issue. The answers ended up involving baby powder, compression shorts and Vaseline...fun stuff!

I shot 84 in round two. I made my first birdie on hole #3 of round 3 with a 2 and shot 84 in round three as well.

My co-workers and dad had lunch with me from Noon to 1 pm in the clubhouse and then I headed back out to the golf course. My dad had played part of the morning rounds with me and he continued to play with for a few more holes.

During round 4, the chaffing was getting pretty bad and it was making me walk a little funny. In round 4, I also noticed that cramping could be an issue at some point as my legs were starting to get a little twitchy.

I played my best round of the day with an 80 in round four including three birdies in the round.

As I finished round four, I simply had to take a break to shower, rehydrate and put on compression shorts.

It was getting really difficult to walk and on #18 I had a minor cramp in my calf muscle.

I went to my parents house to shower and then sat on the couch for a 15-minute rest. My mom was telling me to just play the front nine to finish and my dad finally said, "Josh, let's go to the course before you fall asleep."

It was good that my dad was there to push me along!

Round five was a blur. I would hit the ball without caring, put my bag on my shoulder and saunter to the next shot. The golf was definitely not very fun at this point and I was getting very sore and extremely tired.

A couple friends joined me during parts of round five and the final 10 holes. I shot 88 on the final full round that included a 9 on hole #17 with my swing getting very goofy.

The last ten holes were a struggle but I was so happy that I was almost done! I knew that I was going to make it and incredible my pace had barely slowed down at all throughout the day.

For the final 10 holes, I only carried four clubs along and didn't even use my bag.

All five of my rounds were played in under 2.5 hours even though each round felt successively slower.

As I finished my 100th hole of golf at around 8:30 pm, I "fake collapsed" on the green for the picture above.

I walked back to the clubhouse and entered the dining room to a round of applause and lots of questions about my day.

I sat up at the bar and a couple people were nice enough to buy me a beer and my dinner - buffalo wings and onion rings!

I was grateful to the people who had donated to the American Cancer Society. Grateful for the friends who had played with me during the day. Grateful to my parents for their support and encouragement. And grateful to all my friends on Facebook and Twitter who had shown an interest in what I was doing.

I drove to my parents house to fill them in on the end of my day and ended up falling asleep on their couch.

We establish our own goals in life. We ascribe meaning to events, people and places that few others will ever care about.

But we care about our goals. We place great emphasis on random things. How our lawn looks or how good our golf game is. The kind of clothes we wear or the color of the cars we drive.

I felt a strong sense of fulfillment based on a day of my own making. A day of my own imagination. And that is a truly magical thing...in fact, it is what life is all about.

Enjoy the ride (but not in a golf cart),
Damm

If you would like to donate to my efforts to raise money for the American Cancer Society, click here.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

TOMRV 2011 - A Recap

From left, Luke, me, Charlie, Ann and Mark. Great group for TOMRV 2011! It was awesome that they let me tag along for the ride.


Tracee, Dan, baby Clare and I rode up the 4th St. Elevator in Dubuque for an amazing view of the river and downtown Dubuque.


The Wall on TOMRV 2011. One of the steepest climbs on the route with about 11% grade at one point.

Crap, am I really in this bad of shape? I asked myself as I fell behind the group after only hanging on for a few miles and only providing one effort at the front.


It was Wednesday and I riding with the North Iowa Spin group on a ride from Clear Lake to Joice. The Saturday before I had run the Dam to Dam 20K. I rested on Sunday and did some short workouts on Monday and Tuesday but on Wednesday I felt like I was back to having fresh legs and ready to ride hard with the A+ group.


It only took 6 or 7 miles to realize that I still had tired legs, that I was still out of shape from a lazy winter and spring, and that my countless bad nutritional decisions were not doing me any favors.


What did you expect, Josh? That you were going to ride like you did in 2010 without any training?


I drove home that evening frustrated with myself but also with a renewed sense of commitment.


The following things do NOT get one's legs into cycling shape:



  • Drinking beer



  • Watching cycling on Versus



  • Blogging about getting back into shape



  • Reading "Triathlete" magazine



  • Talking about my "goals" to do "epic" races and efforts


Realizing this, I stopped being angry with myself and decided to get my ass in gear.
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After work on Friday night, I took off for Preston, Iowa, to ride the shorter version of TOMRV (Tour of Mississippi River Valley). I got into Preston around 10 pm and met the nice family I'd be staying with.


Two weeks prior, my friend Abbey had said that her dad, Mark, was riding TOMRV and that I should join their group for the 2-day ride. So I did.


In Preston, we stayed at the house of Mark's sister and I was able to meet the group I'd be riding with - Charlie & Ann, Liz, Luke and of course, Mark.


On Saturday we got up at 6, had a great breakfast, and were registered and on the road by about 7:30.


It was slightly chilly that morning and unfortunately there was a 10 mph headwind most of the day but we avoided rain and had relatively nice weather (at least it wasn't 90 degrees!).


The first third of the ride was fairly flat and Mark and I pushed the pace for a while, and we zipped through the first section of the day. Overall, we would end up going about 70 miles on Saturday.


The rest of the day was all about the hills. Climbs like I've never been on before, having lived in north central Iowa all of my life and never having ventured to any mountain ranges with my bike.


We climbed The Blowtorch, The Wall and many other hills on the day. The Wall was the most difficult effort with the grade maxing out around 11 or 12%. After The Wall, my legs were shot. We had about 15 miles left to ride but I was starting to bonk and the legs were filling up with lactic acid.


I'm just over 185 lbs. right now and I could definitely tell that the added winter weight was making these tough climbs even tougher.


Mark was the gold star climber of the group while the rest of us struggled our way up those hills. The easiest gears on our bikes weren't easy enough!


We finished out the day with our bodies still intact but our legs aching.


I rode (uphill of course) to my friends house in Dubuque for a much needed rest. It was great to meet Dan & Tracee's 2.5 week-old daughter, Clare, and I held her for about an hour without her crying at all - #babiesloveme. It sure is cool to hold a newborn baby and look at the funny faces they make as they coo and smile and sleep.


I had a few beers after showering at their house and then we went on a short tour of Dubuque which included a ride up the 4th St. Elevator cable car for a great view of Dubuque and the Mississippi River.


After grilling out, Dan and I ventured out to a couple bars for a couple beers and by 10 pm we were back to their house and I was fast asleep.
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I woke up Sunday with sore legs and did not enjoy getting back on the bike saddle - #soreass.


But once we got going again, I felt decent enough.


Mark and I started the second day's ride at 6:20 am and rode through the fog and the Mines of Spain State Park just outside of Dubuque. If you haven't been there before, it is definitely worth the trip.


As we left the Mines of Spain, we started ascending a 3 mile, gradual climb that kept going and going and going. I have a much greater appreciation for the professonial cyclists who climb the mountains in the Tour de France -- the hills of the Mississippi River Valley kicked my ass and they don't even come close to the difficulty of the Alps or the Pyrennes. Not close by a long shot!


For me, though, these were the two toughest days of climbing that I've ever done. And as we climbed up Upchuck Hill and completed the final three hills leading into Preston, I realized that I need to start doing some hill repeats at Pilot Knob again. And by "some" I mean like 20 in a row.


After finishing the short, hilly, 42-mile second day, I realized the last two days were exactly what I needed.


I didn't write about riding or watch cycling on TV. I rode. I climbed. I pushed myself.


TOMRV was a two-day slap in the face. It was humbling to ride up the many hills and have my legs hurt like hell.


In high school I gave one of two graduation speeches to my classmates, and I referenced Teddy Roosevelt's "Man in the Arena" speech:




"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how
the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them
better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face in marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes up short again and again, because there is no effort
without error and shortcoming; but who
does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows
great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends
himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least
fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."


I didn't power up the hills...but I pushed myself. I put my ego back where it belongs. I lived life. I felt alive. I rode up the steep hills of the Mississippi River Valley so I could triumphantly ride down them.

I'm not going to end this blog with any predictions about what I'll do next.


I'll just say that it feels good to be back in the arena.


Enjoy the ride (and the climbs),
Damm

Monday, June 6, 2011

Wrigley to Dam to Dam

I ran into the Newcom family following the Dam to Dam 20K race in Des Moines.


The Cloud Gate in Millennium Park in Chicago.


Hanging out with Clint and Abbey at the Wrigley Rooftops over Memorial Day Weekend.

It must be summertime because every weekend is now booked with trips, races and adventures.

The last month has been full of busy weekends starting with a rained-out Twins game in late April, winning the Rice Lake 2-man with Mark van Gorkom in Lake Mills, riding the High Trestle trail with Quail and Fitz, playing in the Holes of Hope golf tournament, tying for 1st in the Bear Creek 1-man, opening The Vault in Forest City in style, going to a Cubs game at Wrigley Field and most recently running the Dam to Dam 20K in Des Moines.

Phew...and that's just the beginning of what will hopefully be a great summer!

The weekends in Chicago and Des Moines certainly taught me something about what I enjoy and what I just put up with to "fit in."

I truly enjoy running long distance races and riding my bike for 50-60 miles, and a few beers certainly taste good after doing those things. Especially when The Snacks are playing awesome cover music at Mickey's outdoor patio in Des Moines!

But a full day of drinking (yes, even at a Cubs game) is starting to get boring. Where's the adventure? Where's the fulfillment?

It's just drinking for the sake of drinking and I'm frankly tired of it.

I'm ready to spend a little more time discovering quality instead of quantity. A little more time finding adventure in races and long runs, bikes and swims. A little more time engaging my mind and not my liver. A little more time listening to new music and not the crap on the radio.

Broadening horizons. Finding fulfillment rather than just filling up with beer. Continuing to get in shape. Meeting new people. Seeing new places.

Letting summer spring me into action.

On Saturday, I ran the Dam to Dam 20K in Des Moines and it was awesome! I had only run 9 miles in training but covered the 12.4 miles in 2 hours - which isn't bad considering I did the first mile at a very slow pace due to the large amount of runners.

The heat almost knocked me on my ass during the last two miles but I survived. It was awesome running with a few friends for part of the race and talking with them. Having other people on the same adventure is an instant bonding experience.

It's fulfilling to wake up at 4 am and run 12.4 miles from 7 to 9 am.

So this weekend, in fact in a few hours, I'm heading to the Dubuque area to ride my bike through the hills of the Mississippi River Valley.

And when I raise my glass of beer on Saturday night, it's going to taste really good after 70 miles of hilly biking.

Time to work hard, play hard and....

Enjoy the ride,
Damm