Train Yourself to Suffer

“I had made the lift a million times in my head. I felt confident and let my body go to work.”

Cecily Basques-Champion Weightlifter

Even with the best support, equipment and teammates in the world, you still have to suffer to accomplish anything. I raced Wente Vineyards Road Race Sunday and got to suffer with the best ladies in the NorCal peloton. That is, I suffered with them until I gave up.

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This isn’t Wente, but getting dropped always looks the same.

Our course was four laps on a 14 mile loop that took us over Altamont pass, up steep pitches and into grueling headwinds. This was my second road race of the year, and I was looking to improve on my last outing at Copperopolis. Which went something like this: Holding Katerina Nash’s wheel over the cobbled pavement to the bottom of the climb on the first lap and them blowing up and proceeding to ride 60 miles solo to finish the race. So I figured that if I could at least hang on for the first lap at Wente I would be showing some progress.

The first time up the Wente climb was pretty mellow. It hurt, but more like a soft hurt. There is a sweet descent on this course, but I was in poor position the entire time. This lead to wasted energy spent catching back on. I would definitely need that energy later. When we got to the climb the second time it really hurt. Like being turned inside out. My body burned, I wanted to throw up, I could barely see.  But I managed to stick on over the top. However, this is racing and relief is always short lived. I was still gasping and at the back of the group, when some attacks were launched and the whole group sped up. My treacherous brain said, “I want to give up” and just like that I did. No second chances and no make-ups. My body quit and wouldn’t work for anything.

I know how important it is to train and have well-maintained equipment. But knowing how to suffer, knowing how to turn off that traitorous brain is essential. The best equipment and focused training are no help if you won’t suffer. And this goes for any challenge in life. The brain will always quit before the body does, it’s evolutionary. All those pain signals from the body make the brain think I’m dying and have to quit. But I’m not. This kind of aerobic pain doesn’t mean injury or danger or death, just muscles working hard, doing what they do best.

Post-race exhaustion. If I wasn’t so dead, I would have taken off those silly arm-warmers.

The race continued. The rest of that lap I was able to work with a girl who caught up to me. We took turns in the wind and the third time up the climb, we were in sight of other girls who had fallen off. Making good progress. Then up a steep section I lost concentration and dropped my chain. It immediately wedged itself in there and I had to get off my bike to free it. There went my chance at getting back in the race. The girl I was working with would go on to catch several other women. I completed the last lap solo, in the wind and up the hills. Painful and slow, but I finished what I started.

I  chose the quote at the top because it reminds me to visualize success and believe in myself. Suffering and sacrificing over and over means my body knows better than my brain what needs to be done. And knowing the exact moment my brain gave up helps me prevent it in the future. Next time my brain wants to quit, I’ll turn it off and let my body go to work.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

People and things that remind me why I suffer:

My Team: Mike’s Bikes. I couldn’t ask for better support from the shops and camaraderie from my teammates. Classy ladies who know how to work together and encourage others.

Equipment: Atom Composites Inc. Stunningly fast wheels that look great and perform better. The highest quality builds and parts. And great people standing behind their work.

Family and Friends: Surrounding myself with people who respect sacrifice and suffer for their own goals. Always setting the bar high for success and following through.

 

Deliberate Practice

Last weekend’s team camp put me way out of my comfort zone. Camp began with meeting my twelve new teammates. Though everyone was very welcoming, I already felt out of my element. Some people shine at meeting new people and thrive in that environment. However, I feel shy and withdrawn in when asked to put myself out there. Just being around all those new people got my palms sweaty and my heart racing. This was nothing compared to what was to come on the bike in the next 36 hours.

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doorway of Kyoto hostel

 

We headed over to a local corporate park to practice drills and skills. As a ‘cross racer, I went into this with the expectation that the exercises would be easy, because my handling skills are reasonable and I am used to feeling the bike slide around. I was so wrong. While I can’t divulge our team secrets, it is enough to say that I was challenged. Almost immediately after we started, I began to feel nervous and slightly sick to my stomach. My thumb is still swollen and sore from cross and I thought that was the problem. I didn’t realize until later that I was feeling ill because I was being pushed mentally. There were women riding who were completing the drills with ease and excelling where I had failed. There was the chance that I could fall, which even at a slow speed was very scary after hitting the ground so hard last weekend. The worst part was that skills I thought I was good at I had to accept that I needed to improve. At one point, we were practicing bunny-hopping over rubber chickens, which is hilarious because they squeak when you land on them, and I couldn’t even do that. I was falling apart!

Then we started a drill where three of us were loosely joined together and had to negotiate a course with several turns. I was paired with my long-time bestie and another skilled, experienced cyclist. The first time we went through the course, I took one turn too wide and lost the connection. My teammates encouraged me and gave me some helpful advice and we tried again. This time, my turn was smooth and I stayed next to them the entire time. Success!! At this point I started to realize that I was benefiting and improving from being pushed. I remembered the concept of deliberate practice put forth by Geoff Colvin in his book Talent is Overrated. (read my take on it at the link on the bottom)

I had been engaging in deliberate practice! It wasn’t fun and it was very taxing. I was mentally exhausted for the rest of the day, and we had another ride scheduled in the afternoon. Loosing the connection to my teammates was the immediate feedback so important to improving. Have the ladies gently correct and assist me were the teachers passing on knowledge and observing me in ways I can’t see myself. It hurt, but it was good for me.

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The rest of the weekend continued to push me out of my zone. Which is another way of saying that I was learning. For the entire weekend, I was in my cycling zone of proximal development. Vygotsky, a familiar name in the education field, proposes that learning occurs in this zone, when attempting tasks that can only be accompanied with the help of an experienced teacher. This weekend showed me that I have plenty of room to grow and the support to get there. Thanks everyone.