Underestimated Glory

Disclaimer: Details fade over time and it is likely that some or all of the details of this story are off, out of place, or completely made up. Think of it more as a fictional story that possibly has some facts sprinkled in. 

I have a cousin who, for the purposes of this story, we’ll call Al1. Al is 9 years my junior, the son of my mother’s younger sister, and an only child2. It stands to reason that I did things before Al because I am older and, since we were often together as children, it also stands to reason that I would influence Al in someway.

Such was the case when Al decided to try playing tennis. I’d already been playing for some time and gained enough proficiency3 to be an obvious source for Al to turn to for help getting into the game4. Happy to help5, Al and I took to the court to get him started. We weren’t at it long before I reached the conclusion that Al would never amount to much of a tennis player. He was uncoordinated to the point that I wondered how he even remained on his feet much less how he’d ever consistently connect racket with ball. I didn’t let on that he had no future in the game6, he did seem to enjoy trying, but I knew with complete certainty7 that tennis wasn’t for Al. This would mark the first time I underestimated Al8. It turns out, I was more than just a little off in my assessment of Al’s on-court ability. He got better and he got better rather quickly. Just a couple of summers later, Al and I were standing across a green rubico clay tennis court from each other under a hot Florida sun. Until this point, I’d easily bested Al on every occasion that we played9 and I’d won the first set on this day, but only barely. I stood to serve to start the second set, drenched in sweat, covered in green dust from the court, gassed and dizzy from a hard effort in the heat looking across at Al who was not drenched, dirty, gassed, or dizzy. No, he was the opposite of all that. Dry, peppy, fresh, and doing that thing with the racket where you spin it in your hand, with a wry grin on his face10. The next two sets were just a blur to me12. I won very few points, no games, and it was all over quickly13. I’m not sure I ever played tennis again14. Al certainly went on to play more tennis .. in college .. on a tennis scholarship15.

Some time later during a family trip to the beach, Al asked me about playing guitar. Of course, I encouraged him to give it a try16. We listened to a few tunes, I plunked out some melodies17 to show him how to sort out what was being played, and explained things like how to hold the instrument18, how to tune it, and other practical lessons. During that time at the beach, we spent a fair amount of time fiddling19 around with guitars and songs. Once again, Al was enthusiastic and once again, I was confident he’d never catch on. I remembered myself moving from hardly being able to hold the instrument to playing passable songs in short order20 but after a few days of close instruction21, it was like Ground Hog’s Day22 with this kid – as if he hadn’t heard a thing I’d said the day before. You’ll be shocked to know that I was wrong again23. Al kept playing and, if anything, he’s even a better guitar player than he is a tennis player. I’d be embarrassed to sit in with his band or even sit around the coffee table and play music with him now24.

So, two strikes25 for me and you’re probably figuring out Al is likely the brighter of the two of us. Well not so fast26. Al graduated college27 and went to law school28. By this time, Al and I hadn’t spent much time around each other in years. By the time he was finishing law school, I would only hear sporadic updates about Al from my mom or his mom29. When Al first took the bar exam and didn’t pass it, the worry set in30 among some in the family, but not me. Oh no, I had learned31 my lesson about underestimating Al. I said it right away and I said it to anyone who’d listen32, ‘Al will not only pass the bar, he’ll be a hell of an attorney’33. I’d seen this uncoordinated kid become a really good tennis player and an accomplished musician so I was sure he’d sort out the bar exam34. Of course, he did pass the test35 and has gone on to be a fine attorney36.

So what does all this matter? Al has a good career going, a talented wife, three super smart kids but of course the obvious question is, how does this help me37? Well, a few months ago, Al called me about getting into road cycling38. You see, I’ve been riding for some years and he figured I could help point him in the …. familiar story, right? This time around, I could see the plan forming in my head even as he asked those first questions about cycling everyone asks when they start39. This time, I would employ Al’s ability to learn new things quickly, his natural physical gifts, to my advantage. The plan is to get him going, hope he sticks with it and gets super strong, then bring him to my area for a big ride with the fast folks in my circle, playing it off like ‘he’s my cousin who is just getting started so you guys go easy on him’. Then, I’ll coach40Al through the first few hours, upping the pace, applying the pressure and eventually laying to wood to my ego-driven buddies while I sit on41, readying myself for glory. See, I know Al, and by the time this day comes, he’ll already be stronger than I am on the bike42 but I may still have some tactical advantage left43 and that will allow me the gap I need to win one last set44 from Al while crushing my usual riding group at the same time and that’s lots of winning for me45.

Seems petty you say? Perhaps, but I see it as the small, tangible, mildly entertaining byproduct of learning some valuable lessons from my cousin. Help people when you can. Be encouraging even if you aren’t truly hopeful. Understand you’ll get it wrong sometimes so don’t be afraid to admit it and learn from it. Realize that most of the time you think you’re helping others, you’re the one being helped. And perhaps most of all, enjoy the glory in life; it’s fleeting and in all likelihood, Al is right behind you and he isn’t even breaking a sweat46.

1because that’s his name
2other than being younger than me, none of that is relevant to the story
3to impress people who didn’t really understand what talented tennis players looked like
4I don’t remember how old we were or if that’s really how it happened
5or show off and elevate my young ego by crushing a novice partner
6actually I may have taunted him
7the certainty that only a prepubescent male can muster
8unfortunately, I wasn’t as quick a learner as I am now, and I did it again later
9I’m not sure about that actually, but it sounds better for what about to come
10it’s possible I was hallucinating at this point, Al wasn’t a smart ass11
12I believe we played two more sets, it’s also possible I blacked out
13no idea really what the score was but I’m pretty sure I didn’t win a game
14ok, that’s a bit dramatic although I really don’t remember if I ever played again .. I probably did, and even if I didn’t, it was my choice and not because my ego was crushed
15at least I’m told he got a scholarship – my mother and her sisters have been known to embellish their son’s accomplishments – remind me to tell you about my older cousin Scott.
16this is where I wish I could tell you I remembered the tennis lesson
17he had no idea if I was really even close or not
18I should mention I never had any guitar lessons – I had 4 bass guitar lessons but they’re both stringed instruments so I wasn’t making it all up
19I’ve never played the fiddle
20I was in college when I learned to play, many beers and years before this moment so I was maybe giving myself a little extra credit
21the instructions of a young, self-taught, mediocre hack but still
22the Bill Murray movie, not the actual holiday, where he wakes up to the same day over and over and incidentally, learns to play piano
23it’d be nice if you’d tell me you would’ve thought the same thing and I shouldn’t feel so stupid
24which is odd considering how often I take credit for his talent and skills … also, I’ll actually sit in with anyone, anytime, anywhere … the stage is irresistible
25I hate baseball and I apologize for mixing metaphors among sports, I guess I could have said I double faulted but there isn’t a triple fault and I still need some room to tell the story
26well, he probably is brighter but I’m not a complete moron despite the way this story is unfolding
27whoop-t-do, I did that too
28after some indecision but still, law school, impressive right?
29his mom is a teacher who by this point was teaching my children and doing a much better job than I ever did helping Al with anything – thankfully
30we’ve got a few pessimistic types in the family – shocked aren’t you?
31‘learned my lesson’ sounds too passive – Al taught me and the more I think about it the more I wonder if he was playing me all along?
32there really wasn’t anyone listening except my wife and she doesn’t have to testify against me, does she? Al?
33I’m sure I said that before just now, at least once, or something close to it
34not as sure as I am now, years after he did pass it but sure none the less
35or I’d have written a much less flattering story about how I was right all along
36this is a huge assumption on my part as I have no idea if he’s a fine or even decent attorney …no representation that the quality of legal services to be performed is greater than the quality of legal services to be performed by some other guitar playing ex-jock lawyer
37me as in me, the guy writing the story – not me as in you reading it – why would I write all this about you? I don’t even know you. Well, I might know you since mostly only my family and friends will read this but …
38road bikes – as in racing bicycles ridden on the open road while wearing all manner of silly looking spandex, often as in my case, by middle-aged men
39it’s truly startling how we all ask the same things in the beginning, make the same declarative, ‘I’ll never shave my legs’ type statements … ‘I’ll never ride 100 miles at once. I’d just like to be able to go for an hour or so’ … 6 months later, we’re all signed up for a century ride, hairless and clad in lycra
40coach, manipulate … whatever, it’ll only work once so I’m going to enjoy it
41‘sitting on’ is when a rider drafts off others, shirking any work out in the wind to save energy, often for a well-timed, if not well-regarded attack at the finish line on those who have been doing the work
42I know it’s coming but still, 17 years of riding and he’ll best me after 18 months on the bike, it’s not easy to take
43I am fairly astute on the road if I do say so myself
44sorry about the metaphor mixing again but I’m wrapping it up so it helps to pull the story together
45Al would probably play along anyway to help his aging cousin out a bit – he’s a good guy that way
46The End

Know the Signs … of a good ride

I recently heard a commercial about the warning signs of a stroke. Certainly a serious matter and, having known people who’ve had strokes, I’m happy to have some tips to help me remain vigilant.


Image credit: stroke.org

I have to admit though that the first thing I thought was how similar the warning signs of a stroke are to the signs of a really good bike ride. Take the Kreme Delite Krusher as an example. As the ‘Krusher’ part of the name suggests, this is a hard ride. Done correctly, it’s common to experience some of the same symptoms of an impending stroke.

Face: Hard bike rides are so much fun you can’t help but smile but if you’re doing it well, you likely lack the motor control to manage an full, normal smile even if you believe you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your smile is drooping and there is probably some slobber and/or snot involved.

Arms: You don’t have to ask us to raise our arms. Hell, we live for posting up at any city limit sign, fence post, or hill top. Does one arm drift? Probably. There is also any number of bizarre combinations of imaginary pistols and peace signs.

Speech:  Sometimes, I don’t even understand the things that come out of my own mouth when the ride is in full cry. ‘Car back, HOLE!, pull my off the right back, bottle dropped!’. If a doctor was listening, they’d surely dispatch an ambulance.

Time: If you observe these signs, you’re having an awesome bike ride. Unlike a stroke, you should not immediately call 9-1-1. Instead, you should meditate on Rule #5 and pedal harder because this ride will get even more awesome if you push even harder …. and why would you want to go slower?

Additional signs of an awesomely hard bike ride include, numbness or tingling in your extremities, a burning sensation in your quads, calves, glutes, lungs, and crotch, blurred vision, nausea, and a desire to have more of the same.

Of course, if you’re experiencing these symptoms but you don’t ride bikes, you should call 9-1-1 …. and then get a bike and start riding.

Kreme Delite Krusher Ride Tips

About the KDK: for those who don’t ride road bikes, this won’t make much sense. For those who ride but know not of the KDK, listen up. The KDK is the best ride ever ATMO but the tips apply to any group setting that often turns into a race … and don’t they all?

About this time each year, we end up talking about ride etiquette, pace lines, or other things that will be of consequence this coming Tuesday. A few helpful articles have been posted in the past but usually, we don’t really drill down on it or force the issue. Luckily, we have a pretty good group and transgressions are minimal … but as the KDK grows, sketchy behavior has more grave consequences. So rather than find some blog or website with group ride tips (anyone interested in being better has already searched and studied and those who are unconscience to their own squirreliness or confident in their own god-like group skills won’t bother) I thought I’d just point out a few things that I think we can do better as a group to make the ride safer for us and less obtrusive to motorists. These comments represent my opinions and are simply offered for the betterment of the group. I will not be offended by those who disagree and encourage others offer constructive input and not be offended. Also, in many cases I’ll be talking about the stupid things I do so please don’t think I hold myself to some lofty status.

There is no prize money
Nobody makes a living from the KDK so please think about that before doing something that may seem quite glorious in your mind but in reality is just stupid or egotistical or, more commonly, way out of your skill range. That city limit sign seems like a chance at immortality sometimes but it’s just a stick in the dirt that isn’t nearly as important as the 3200 pound car drifting into our lane, heading towards us at 50 mph as you ease just over the yellow line to lunge for the line to get 4th place IN A FREAKING GROUP RIDE! Please don’t make me tell that story to your family.

The Lane
When we ride two abreast, the rider on the left should not be on or even near the yellow line. We should use about half the lane with the exception of when the front riders come off after a turn. The left rider moves slightly left, the right rider slightly right and the next pair comes through the middle. I understand the ‘taking the lane’ deal but a group of 20 isn’t likely to be missed and having a bit of cushion between us and the line allows for some margin of error for inattentive drivers and offers some extra room for drivers overtaking us to feel more confident in doing so safely. There will be times where we ride in oddly shaped bunches, 2, 3, or even 4 wide even if we all know that isn’t a good idea. I’m not sure if that’s such a bad thing since it could be easier to pass a shorter, wider group than a line of single file riders but I do feel strongly that drivers only see a narrow corridor in which to pass us so, when we can, we should leave as much room as practicable*.

When you’re done on the front
After your pull is complete in a single pace line, an elbow flick to the side you are moving off to (like a turn signal in a car) is the appropriate notice to give the riders behind you that your turn is complete and the order of action is: elbow flick, move off the front in a predictable fashion, slow down to move to the back of the line. Key here is not slowing down (don’t stop pedaling) before you’re off the front. That just stacks the riders behind up as they grab brakes to keep from plowing into the back of you. I feel it’s important to keep both hands on the bars too. I do not understand the ‘ass tap’** as a signal and disagree with its use, ever. It is always accompanied by a swerve or wobble and a decrease in speed while the ass tapping** rider is still in front of the group resulting in an panicked accordion effect in the line behind. I’ve never seen any positive mention of that habit anywhere and I hope we never see it again at the KDK. Before you explain that you don’t rub your butt until after you’re off the front; a) then you gave no signal before pulling off, b) why are you rubbing your butt then? as we all know your aren’t on the front at that point, and c) I’ve never seen that happen.

Good Citizen (aka, the Greg Persell rule)
The majority of the KDK route is out in rural countryside where slipping through a 4-way stop without really stopping is just not a big deal. However, as we roll out of town and back into town, it is important for us to pay attention to the law. We should be stopping at all stop signs and signals and obeying all motor vehicle laws. Greg has been consistent on this and he’s right. A few extra seconds leaving and returning to town really helps our image with the citizens of a town who’ve been pretty accommodating to us as cyclists. It’s not only the least we can do but it is better/safer for us as well. Our established neutral zone is from the parking lot start until we cross north of Hwy 99 (roughly 1.5 miles) and when we again cross Hwy 99 on the way back in. In those zones, let’s try to stay together.

A final note on stop signs: the one at Sandlin Rd (the Elkmont exit) on the final run into town, where some people who shall remain nameless mostly because I don’t want to out myself, have run the sign to gain an advantage on the group, has become a dangerous point in the ride. There’s a hill to the left over which cars traveling quite fast appear quickly. There are cars coming off the interstate, a bit speed blind, and turning right, towards us often without looking. In other words, this is a dangerous intersection so we should, without fail, stop at this sign. Remember, there may be plenty of time for the first person to make it through but I’m 10 riders back, completely gassed from barely hanging on, and I might be, unwisely, trusting that it’s clear simply because you didn’t stop. And if we’re not going to run it, why not give everyone a chance to get across and get clipped in before accelerating to ludicrous speed again. Really, if you’re that strong, you can afford to be magnanimous enough to let the little folks onto the back of the train before it leaves the station.

As I’ve gotten fatter, I’ve been able to spend more time off the back of the main group after I’m dropped. I always wonder why we roll along alone or in twos and threes when there’s 10 or 12 of us trailed off the back? It seems safer and way more fun to me if we’d look around and get together with others to form a group – like the sprinters do in the Tour on mountain days, a groupetto – to work together, rider harder and faster than we would alone. Mostly, it seems safer and more fun that way. I think one of the more dangerous scenarios is riders spaced out by a few hundred feet. As a motorist focuses on passing a straggler, they fail to see the next straggler or group just up ahead.

Surging or Attacking
This one is tough because of the nature of the KDK. Generally, a pace line is meant to maintain a particular pace. See, that why it’s called a PACE line and not a ‘show us what a stud you are by surging for 3 seconds before you get blown off the back’ line but with the KDK, maybe you’re just attacking when you surge when it’s your turn to pull so who am I to point out that it isn’t working? Not so cut and dried when we’re out to suffer I guess. Mostly, I think of the KDK as a fast group ride where it is completely acceptable to try to blow up the group with an attack at any point outside of our neutral zones. But as a cyclist who desperately wants to be able to attack, I think a half ass surge that only serves to dislodge the poor sap who just gave his/her all to maintain the pace for a few seconds is just poor form. Attack or don’t, but surging for a few seconds every stinking time you get to the front and then pulling off is just a Fred move in my book. Please note, what I describe here is different than giving the person who just pulled off a few seconds to get on, then lifting the pace for a legitimate pull. That is a proper infliction of pain and makes us stronger. A similar move to the surge is the down hill attack where you assume the super tuck, passing us every time the road points down only to block the road as soon as the next rise in the road appears. It’s possible you don’t realize what you’re doing … so read this section again.

Pull through or sit on
If you are able, you should really pull through. Trying to sit on the entire ride hoping to win a sprint or attack on the last hill is poor form especially when, as I’ve mentioned, there is no prize money on the line. Do you really want to win a fake race that way? That said, if you’re suffering, there is no shame in sitting on*** for a while or taking a very short pull. If you can pull through and maintain the pace for 3 seconds, that’s better than nothing and it helps the group by maintaining the momentum. If you’re on the rivet, skipping turns or just sitting on is fine in my book. I think it helps us get stronger when we stay as close to the front as we can. However, I urge you to consider your contribution when it comes to a sprint or an attack. If you’ve been a passenger the whole ride, attacking those who’ve worked for 2 hours is poor form for sure … so be sure you can make it stick if you decide to take that route. I’m kidding. Don’t do that.

Lighten up Francis
The Krusher evokes emotion so it’s understandable when we get a bit wound up sometimes. We can write stuff like this all day long but really, we will only make substantive improvements by correcting things as they happen and that means one person asking another person to change. Remember, it’s an effort to improve not an effort to embarrass or harass anyone so do your best to take constructive criticism as such and get better. For instance, once Tom politely told me I was making way too many watts. Now I could have told him to mind his own business but I knew he was trying to help so thanked him and told him I’d pedal one legged for a while so he didn’t feel so inferior. See how that works?

Have fun
It’s supposed to be fun. As the wise Mitch Danner put it, this ride is awesome because of the ‘vibe of the tribe’. Yes, the route is great, the traffic is light, and there is ice cream at the finish but what has allowed this ride to thrive is the welcoming, positive attitude of all of you. So, let’s make sure we keep that going.



*Practicable is a word we should know since it appears in the state laws concerning bicycles on the open road. It means ‘able to be done or put into practice successfully’.

**Yes, I’m giggling like mad every time I type ‘ass tap’ but in all fairness, I do that every time I see someone tap their own ass in a group ride. Who in the world came up with that and decided it made any sense at all. All I can think is why is that person tapping their butt? Should I look at their butt? Does it mean they intend to move left or right or are they just letting me know that they slowed down on purpose in front of me so I could test my brakes in the middle of a pack of riders?

***The art of properly sitting on, especially in a double echelon (rotating) pace line without disrupting those working in front of you or those hanging on behind you is something worth learning.


Sunday, March 6th

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on decisions I’ve made and thinking about how to move forward. Today in particular was full of reflection.

A new job late last year and a long stretch of 14+ hour days, 6 or 7 days a week certainly didn’t help my hopes of getting fit. That job is no longer an issue and while I’m still in retail, I sell bikes and have time to ride but haven’t. As I woke this morning, I was really wondering if this was just it for me and cycling. The mounting back issues from late last year got much worse over the winter and, while I’ve made progress and improved, I’m not sure I can get back to riding hundreds of miles a week like I need to let alone start running to help prepare for that half ironman I signed up for in September. Since I first started riding, I’ve never gone this long with so little activity, I’ve gained weight (again) and fitness seems far away. So, is this it? It feels easy to just let it go.

Fortunately, my wife Melissa knows how much cycling means to me and how much it helps my state of mind and physical being so she’s great about encouraging me to get back to it. “Who are you riding with Sunday?” she’ll ask. We only have one day a week with each other since I work Saturday so I appreciate her willingness to give a few hours away for me to ride. The answer to the “who” question today, as it has been so often, is Tom Holt. Tom is responsible for me ever turning a pedal on a road bike in the first place and he’s still there to push me to get back out … and kick me once we’re riding. As I clumsily assembled my gear to meet Tom at his house, feeling like it’d been a life time since I kitted up for a ride, I took my time to ensure I remembered everything: helmet, shoes, ziplock for my phone and some money, bottles, Garmin charged – I’ve got it all. But then, more reflection on the way over to Tom’s house. This time it was the reflection in my rear view mirror; there should be a bike in that reflection, sitting on the rack on the back of the car but there isn’t a bike in that reflection because I forgot it.

After a delay to return home to get my bike, we eventually head off to ride. Just like we used to roll, no real route, no preloaded GPS data, just a general direction and a neat old country store with a friendly owner were we hoped to take a mid-ride break. As we rolled along talking about the usual wide range of topics, I was reminded of what drew me into the sport in the first place. This sort of camaraderie, being outside, feeling the effort, it all seems so much closer, so much more obvious that I will get back to it and find my legs again. If I needed any extra motivation, more reflection was there to show me the truth I need to see. We all have this ability to see ourselves differently than how we really are. I’m quite adept at convincing myself that I’m not that heavy and frankly, I’m not for non-cycling folk but for even a recreational cyclist, I’ve grown portly. As Tom and I rolled along side by side, the reflection in his sunglasses was as honest as it gets and I’m quite round … ouch. I mentioned what I saw and Tom was quick with the polite comment “well, the lenses are curved so it isn’t an accurate reflection” which made me chuckle. What a nice friend but there has been enough denial … and pizza …. already.

I’ve got some ground to make up to be fit like I want and need to be but I’ve got people who will help me get there, the looming reckoning of a half ironman event in just six months, and a love of riding a bike. I’ll make it and hopefully, soon, the reflections will be much kinder.

Once more from the top

Once again, I’ve gained enough weight to make all of my cycling jerseys aerodynamically efficient (really tight) and as the warm weather arrives I face the truth of dragging that extra tonnage up hills that now seem steeper and longer than just a few months earlier. To be sure, I’m not the only person facing this issue and there are certainly bigger problems in the world but I’d hoped to be better this year. Last winter, I successfully lost about 25 pounds putting me within 15 pounds of what I’d consider an optimum weight for a middle-aged, local class cyclist so my hope was justified but not fulfilled. On the positive side of things, while I gained back 15 of the 25 I lost last year, I’m still not “normal people” fat, I’m just fat for folks who fancy endurance activities.  Also, I continued to ride the road and my rollers until early January so it’s only really been about 8 weeks of very low activity so I didn’t lose too much riding fitness.  So, there is some negative and some positive and I think I’ll let go of the negative and get to it, again.  I say “again” because this has been a hallmark of my life.  I’m good at the fight but not so good at maintaining achievement. I do well at the extremes but don’t have a moderation mode. Off or on. In or out. Once I arrive I need to figure out a new destination or I struggle. If starting over was a professional sport, I’d be an internationally acclaimed super genius but just as my proclivity to procrastinate evolved into extremely effective patience I believe I can harness this phenomenon into a ladder of sorts to bring me to a place of constant improvement.

Actually, I wrote what you just read ten months ago but I never published it. The good news is I did get going and within 60 days was riding fairly well and continued on well into the fall. I never really lost much weight, maybe 7 or 8 pounds, but I sure had fun riding my bike in 2013. As I sit now, I’m just shy of five weeks out from hernia surgery so I’ve been off the bike for a while. I also had to travel just two weeks after surgery for nine days which didn’t help the recovery process. I’ll be behind when I start riding again in a few weeks but so far at least I haven’t gained much weight so perhaps it won’t be too hard to get back into the swing of riding. I’m going to assume I’ll be fresh and the break will have caused a physiological reset of sorts so that when I begin anew, my metabolism will burn fast and hot putting me on the path to lean fitness that I may not have achieved without the break.

Whatever, I’m used to starting over so over I shall start.


It’s a cycling reference and a Monty Python reference (although I chose to spell it slightly differently) all in one phrase – Bigus Gearus. Big gears go faster and faster has a feeling that is more than the actual speed at which we are traveling at the moment. One of the many beauties of cycling is that the absolute and the relative co-exist quite nicely. I ride my bike hard, suffering just as a pro cyclist suffers.  I experience the agony of pushing beyond what I thought my limits were and the joy of the finish line sprint as much as anyone including those who are paid huge sums to ride a bike for a living. The absolute speeds and distances are, of course, drastically different but that is of little consequence to me because I enjoy the feeling and I don’t take myself too seriously. Life should be that way. We should realize we can relate to others, relate to moments in our own way and not take everything so seriously.  Even serious matters needn’t be so completely serious. Seek moments to put it in the big ring of life everyday and go fast because it feels good and allows you to appreciate the effort.