Sunglasses

Broken Serfas Sunglasses

Much to my dismay, but to the delight of anyone that has had to look at me wearing them, my $35 Serfas sunglasses broke today. Loren has been trying to break them himself for months, but I’ve kept my ugly frames under close watch. As you can see in the picture, the arm just sort of broke in two. They self destructed under the negative thoughts of people looking at me. Poor Serfas, you will be missed. I’ve shed a tear for you.

At least it’s winter in Seattle. Maybe before spring somebody can hook me up with some nice sunglasses. Maybe something that doesn’t contribute to my obvious lack of fashion sense.

XTerra World Champs

Tomorrow is the off-road triathlon world championships on Maui. This race is brutal. Athletes going to compete expect flat tires, and few people cross the finish line without blood oozing out of something.

Last year a bunch of my friends did this race, including Rory Seiter, who shaved an X into his head, and in doing so managed to get his mug on the XTerra website. He’s the guy in the banner, #382.

Rory Seiter
Yes, it says “Chicks Dig Endurance“, and yes, Rory is the one who designed it…

Speaking of blood. Today I rode with Pazzo Velo, the cycling team I just joined for next season. Our group rides have been plagued with stops, and we have yet to make it to our first bathroom break without a flat tire. Today we also had a pretty bad crash in the group. A black high-healed shoe was flung up and into the front wheel of one of our riders, and it caused the entire front wheel to come off, sending him over the bars and onto his head. We kept him on his back while the ambulance came, and he seemed coherent, which is good. He was bleeding from a few places on his face, and my guess is his cheek will be a nice shade of purple, but it could have been much worse. Here’s a map of our route from my Garmin Forerunner 305. It ended up being a lot of fun despite a terrible start.


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I forgot to start my watch, then forgot to restart it after the crash, so the first hour is pretty off. The straight line in the south part of the loop wasn’t so straight. You can also check out speed, HR, and elevation on my Motionbased site.

Dude behind the Camera

Jason with the Video Camera

In Lausanne last year I was lucky enough to have a video documentary taken of my experience. The goal was to provide video footage for USAT to use in making a film about a first-timer’s trip to a world championship. It would have turned out really well, except that I crashed, and it’s not exactly inspiring to newcomers to watch a video of how some kid broke his bones at Worlds. Well the guy that followed me around with a camera for almost a week was Jason Mucher, USAT’s “Communications & Media Relations Manager”. Today I solute you, “Dude behind the camera that gets all of us in the press, but never gets any pictures of himself in the press (but does get to travel all over the world without actually having to race once he gets there).”

Jason Mucher at Nationals
It’s a good thing he’s tall or we’d never find him hiding behind his camera.

If you’ve been to any major triathlons, you’ve probably seen Jason. He’s the guy who is about 12 inches taller than the guy next to him (usually Tim Yount). Jason is responsible for a lot of what you see in the quarterly issue of Triathlon Life magazine, and more importantly for getting my face into this weeks issue of Sports Illustrated. J

Jason Mucher w/o a camera
It took some serious cropping to get a photo of Jason without a Camera or tape recorder, so this is what’s left.

So thanks Jason. Here’s some love for Sports Illustrated, the most recent issue of Triathlon life, and for the hope of one day seeing the video footage you took in Lausanne.

Tim Carlson Jason Mucher and Ben Collins talk it up
The guy with the big camera is Tim Carlson. He helped me break a woman’s collar bone earlier this year. (too soon?)
The tall guy is (of course) Jason.

All-Comers Swim Meet

Jillian Petersen, Aaron Scheidies and Ben Collins laughing their way down the final stretch
This pictures has nothing to do with the post. I just think it’s funny to see Jillian laughing as I tell her to hurry up and win us some beer money.

Last night I raced in the University of Washington All-Comers Swim Meet. It was awesome. I did the fly leg of the 200 medley relay, the 100 individual medley, and the 50 fly. My times were not what I remember from college, but the important thing is that I kicked some butt! A bunch of Seattle area swimmers joined up and made a team called the “devastation Station”. The team was winning, and it was fun to see a bunch of people that I swam with in High School. I wasn’t actually on their team. I was swimming for the Husky Triathlon Team, which was lagging by one point going into the 50 breast. That’s when I left, and I’m not sure what the final results were (I know, poor sportsmanship, but it was late, and I need sleep). I went a 25.00 in the 50 fly, a 57.2 in the 100IM and I’m not sure about the relay split. I really hope we pulled through in the second half for the win because they were giving out t-shirts that say “Intramural Champions”. I would wear that the way Superman wears his “S”: Everywhere. Seriously, if we won, you can expect to see the shirt next time you see me.


Save Syracuse Swimming

More bad news in the swimming community. After Rutgers cut their swimming and diving program this year, Syracuse decided to follow suit. They said the decision was made in order to provide funding for women’s ice hockey, which could be more competitive nationally. Hang on, there are only 30 Ice Hockey teams in the NCAA, of course it’s going to be easier to compete nationally. If sport was about finding an easy win then there would be thousands of Olympic sports with only three people in each. Click on the Syracuse logo above, sign the petition, and let the Orange Athletic Administration know how important it is that we keep the “core” sports (e.g. swimming, track & field, rowing, table tennis…J).

Quitters Wanted

I swim on frequent occasion with the Husky Masters. This is the best masters group I’ve found in the Seattle area, because the coaches are attentive, work on stroke technique, and the regular members work hard and have talent. Every masters team, however, has a certain amount of apathy toward the really hard training that it takes to break into the high level of fitness where your body starts looking like a swimmer’s, and where you finish a workout with an indescribable hunger (for food), and the pride that comes from having just kicked everyone’s butt for 90 excruciatingly painful minutes.

A few weeks ago something happened that took away that apathy from the Husky Masters. I’ve noticed that the old regulars are starting look younger. Their abs are becoming more defined, they’re using pull buoys less, and their skin is red after workout, even before the hot showers. The intensity of the workouts has increased, and everyone is getting way faster. Even more surprising: nobody is complaining. Not about the increased intensity of the workouts, anyway.

What initiated this change was the addition of six new athletes to our workouts. These athletes are technically on the varsity team, though have been barred from team swim practices, barred from team weight lifting, and ostracized by their own coaches. Their loss has been our gain on Husky Masters. They work hard, they make tough sets, and their positive attitude and work ethic is contagious. The rest of us do our best to follow their lead, and it’s making us better swimmers.

Unfortunately I’m not selfish enough to ignore the fact that these six swimmers, three men and three women, are college students, at University of Washington on athletic scholarships, governed by NCAA (National Collegiate Athletic Association) rules, and they have been kicked off their team by a coach that could find absolutely no legit grounds for expulsion. He has said that he doesn’t want more than three people in a lane, so these swimmers would have to practice at a different time. Why then are they kicked out of the weight room? Why are they forced to only swim six hours a week, while their 36 teammates swim 20? How does the coach expect these swimmers to keep up when they aren’t given the same opportunity?

Whitney Hite

The obvious answer is that Head Coach Whitney Hite, who in his second year at Washington is already over budget, wants the scholarship money back from six athletes that he did not recruit himself. In fact, all six of these athletes were recruited by the previous coach, Mickey Wender. Unfortunately for Whitney, the NCAA doesn’t allow a coach to cut anyone without grounds, and if he does cut someone with scholarship then they keep the money. Now, if an athlete quits or violates NCAA rules, then Whitney can get their scholarship money back. Is my post title becoming clear? Whitney Hite is stretching NCAA rules to their limit, and some might say even say he’s breaking them. He’s punishing 20 year old athletes who’s only offense is that they aren’t the new coaches favorites. I can tell you from being on an division 1 swim team for four years, these swimmers are not bad apples. They have been pushed away from their team, made to feel as though they are worthless, and yet their attitudes are still great. They push the pace, they never complain about sets. If the 40 men on the Columbia swim team all had such good attitudes, we would have been Ivy Champs.

I don’t often use my site for political statement, but this really hits me the wrong way. Whitney Hite is clearly trying to force a higher attrition rate on his team. I stood back hoping that the team would be able to find a solution on their own, but that has not happened. It’s time for the community to become involved.

Here’s a letter I sent to Whitney today, with a CC to the Washington Athletic Director

Dear Whitney,

I am writing because I am concerned over the situation on your team regarding six varsity swimmers. It appears that you have segregated these team members, and forced them to train at separate times from their teammates. It further appears that these swimmers are not being given equal facilities, time, or coaching to their teammates. As a former Division 1 swimmer, I am appalled. What these swimmers are going through is the incarnation of my worst nightmare. I swam for Columbia University with a men’s team of 40 swimmers. We often had six or more swimmers in the lane, and it made us stronger. As much as I enjoy swimming in vacant lanes, I would never have wished this type of punishment upon any of my teammates. Furthermore, if it is lane space that is the issue, then why are these swimmers kept from team weight lifting?

I sincerely hope that this treatment is not an attempt to force the athletes to quit. I realize your budget is tight, but destroying a persons collegiate athletic career in order to gain back scholarship money is immoral. For those of us lucky enough to swim for our Alma Mater, the experience is unforgettable, and something we will be proud of for years to come. Please don’t ruin this experience for six good people. If there is a problem, then find a way to address it that is fair to the entire team. If using the master’s practice for varsity swimmers is the solution, then may I suggest a daily rotation, so no athlete has to swim with the masters more than once a week. It would be easy to coordinate this with a rest day, and you would end up with a stronger team. There are probably a dozen more solutions that don’t ostracize team members, and I urge you to choose one.

Concerned,

-Ben Collins

Below are the email addresses for Whitney and Todd Turner, the AD. I encourage you to add your voice.

Coach Whitney Hite:
wlhite @ u.washington.edu

Todd Turner (Athletic Director)
huskyad @ u.washington.edu

Here is a shorter letter that you can use, just to let Whitney know you care.

Dear Whitney,

Recently I heard of a situation with the Washington Swim Team. It appears that a small portion of the team is now required to train separately from the team. This does not seem fair to anyone involved, and as a friend and member of the athletic community I urge you to find another solution. These athletes were recruited to swim for the University of Washington, and they should be allowed to swim with the University of Washington. Please reconsider your solution.

Concerned,

XXXX

Let’s give these kids a chance. In a few weeks it will be too late for them to catch up.

Blind Reincarnate

I had a plan for a post of my own for today. Actually, I was hoping Brian could share how exactly he managed to break his wrist and end up owing me $85, but he can’t type (or ride a bike over railroad tracks, apparently). Last night, while my wrist ached with empathy pains, I baked cookies for Brian and Marijana (who read a book to relieve her apathy pains). He owes me money and I’m baking him cookies. See how good a friend I am?

This morning at the track I had yet another encounters with Klepto the Crow (a battle that I have yet to win), but all that is not nearly as interesting as the E-novel Aaron Scheidies finally finished writing.

The big new of the morning, however, is that Aaron posted his epic account of an the seven days surrounding our race in Dallas. It’s a long read, but rather humorous. I’ll stop here so you have more time to read his blog.

Aaron and Ben

As much as I love guest writers, tomorrow I’m going back to writing my own stuff for a bit. I want to write about how awesome my swim workouts have been lately, and why that has me furious.

Peggy McDowell-Cramer: You are an Ironman!

[This is the third and final of a series of posts by Peggy McDowell-Cramer (Be sure to check out #1 and #2). She’s a masters triathlete from Santa Monica, and a pretty cool person to hang out with. While I was off trying to kill a blind kid, Peggy was taking on her seventh Ironman World Championship. If you take the athlete’s time and divide it by age, Peggy kicked Macca’s butt. Read on to hear about the power of Red-Bull, and how hairy legs can get the job done. -Ben]

The last of the days before IMH are a mix of activity and enforced non-activity, but both lead to one wanting to just get on with it. And this year was the same. Thursday’s the busiest, so it’s a no training day. I went to the masters women’s breakfast and from there it was to the expo to see friend Hillary Biscay as the featured pro at a booth, and to connect with her parents. We’d met years ago when she and our Hillary were in a swim meet together and we discovered some mutual friends, etc. We not only reconnected again, but the aunt/sister was connected into other Atherton friends of mine. Small world.
After doing race preparation things I went to the IM worship service, held at the Kona church I go to, and this year it was a packed house. From there it was a short walk over to the King Kam hotel for the pasta party. This latter involves entertainment: Hawaiian in the beginning, then IM stuff. After it was over and new this year, was the competitors’ briefing. I guess separate meetings didn’t draw enough people, so they thought they’d capitalize on a captive audience.
Friday: Swim and the espresso boat was in much closer. After the swim I ran into old swimming friend Karen sing, who works with wetsuit companies. She suddenly asked me if I wanted to try her trisuit (aka skin suit), a prototype she had with her, and she was there to oversee such suits on a number of pro racers Zoot (the company) sponsors. I really had to think. The cardinal rule is: nothing new for the race. But I’d been thinking about them, since they were all over. They’re sleeveless, non-floating slick material, legs to above the knees, zip up the back, and worn over whatever you’re going to have on for the race. I decided to try it out and accepted the offer of a loan. I amazed myself. Continue reading “Peggy McDowell-Cramer: You are an Ironman!”

Getting Home

I wanted to let Aaron’s accomplishments stand at the top of my recent posts for the time it deserves, but our trip home together has been a journey that I have to write about.

bunch of pros

Sunday afternoon, after celebrating with pros, Brian Fleischmann, Brandon Rakita, Chris Foster, John Dahlz, and Jillian Petersen (Above) Aaron and I hopped in a taxi feeling quite relaxed. Actually relaxed isn’t a strong enough term. We were ready to pass out. On the way to the airport Aaron received a phone call from ABC asking if he would do an interview with Good Morning America, and the excitement gave us enough energy to check in for our flight and shuffle out to the gate. Once at the gate we promptly boarded the plane and fell asleep before the cabin door had been shut. I was so tired that when I woke up and we were on the ground I thought for sure we had already arrived in Seattle. Wrong. A mechanical problem with the plane had required us to sit on the runway for nearly an hour, at which point the pilot decided to have us taken back to the jet way to deplane.

Back in the terminal Aaron was desperately trying to figure out the logistics of being interviewed by Good Morning America in the middle of the night, when we decided it would be better just to switch to the morning flight and have the interview filmed in Dallas. Alaska seemed thankful, and gave us a room at the Ramada Inn. We were thankful for the hotel, but the room was about as comfortable as sleeping on a park bench, only without the view.

Aaron’s interview went well, and should be aired Tuesday morning, but our journey home is still in progress. On the way to our hotel Sunday night a storm hit Dallas, and all planes were redirected or kept on the ground until further notice. Our original flight was eventually cancelled, and when we returned to hop on the 7am flight we found there was a tentative 45 minute delay.

That delay was stretched to an hour, then two, then at 11am we were told it would be, “at least four more hours.” Aaron and I used our vibrant smiles and personality to turn the two $6 food vouchers from Alaska into 15 $6 food vouchers. In between napping in a cot we found in the back of Starbucks, writing blogs, and chatting with some of the hundreds of other stranded travelers we ate to our hearts content at TGI Fridays, and the Lone Star Lounge. I must say that the people we met in Dallas were some of the most calm, level headed people I’ve met in an airport. While everyone was disappointed that we were stuck, very few people complained, and most people understood that Alaska had nothing to do with the weather. Alaska Air also did their part by offering food, and keeping the gate occupied by airline personnel for most of the day. Nobody really seemed all that angry. Disappointed, but there was an unusual lack of hot-heads.

We eventually left 24 hours late, but at no point did I feel neglected, or upset. Sharing my time with Aaron definitely helped, but I’m happy enough with the way Alaska Airlines handled the situation that I will not hesitate to fly them again.

Aaron Scheidies’ Dream-Come-True (part 2)

Aaron and Ben cross the finishlineWith my last post I introduced Aaron Scheidies and my experiences with him leading up to the World Record attempt at the Toyota US Open Triathlon in Dallas put on by Life Time Fitness (a real mouthful of a name). This post is my race report. Aaron’s race from the perspective of the one person that was there with Aaron for the entire race. It was remarkable. Here’s my story.

If I have not made it clear already, Aaron befriends everyone he meets. He is also willing go out of his way to help out his friends. Friday night we were joined by Jillian Petersen, a first year pro that Aaron met in Switzerland last year, and by Saturday night before the race our small hotel room was home to four people and a chorus of snoring sang tribute to the coming day.

When race day finally arrived, Aaron and I had met so many people my warm-up consisted mainly of thanking all the people who approached us to wish Aaron luck. Aaron shared stories of past competitions were his fellow racers had accused him of cheating for riding a tandem, but this time there was no confusion.

After being introduced to the crowd we started the race with the elite amateur wave, just minutes behind some of the world’s top professional athletes. Continue reading “Aaron Scheidies’ Dream-Come-True (part 2)”