Monthly Archives: January 2017

“Zwiftisms” that mean you might be a jerk in real life.


(This is a satire…no, not a flat tire….what, no I don’t want a Fat Tire….egad here hold my beer)

Ah the virtual world. There is nothing quite like it is there. That warm, ozone smelling land of ones and zeros where we can do or say whatever we want. Unfortunately, for the human species, that usually equates to being utter jerks. Throw in a selection of the human race already known for being particularly snippy, say elitist cyclists, an you get a virtual world that seems torn out of the pages of Dante’s Inferno.

As I have mentioned, I have been exploring the world of Zwift lately. 90% of the time, its been a wonderful experience filled with adventure, competition, sweat, mountains and valleys, incredible aquariums, and crotch pain….kind of like dinner with Donald Trump but in a good way. However, there are still some things that only happen in that virtual world that lead palm to face.

“Jumping the Front on Sub 2”

You know the people. Your setting off on that fun Sunday Sub 2 for a chill ride, and maybe even catch the game simultaneously when suddenly the front people launch off like Godzilla just joined the group. We’ve all done it once I’m sure, but there are some people who are pros at it…or at least it makes them feel like pros leaving the Sunday Church Ride equivalent in their dust.

Take the example to the real word to see the ridic.

“Good to see you guys. I’m looking forward to enjoying this fine California weather and smelling the grapes as we ride through Napa. I hear there is a wine stop just a few miles down that caters to the Lycra crowd. I say we stop there. Oh Chuck, I didn’t know your Grandma was coming too, so nice to meet you ma’am. Ok, last one to the first stop buys the bottle! Ha ha ha, I jest.”

4.0 w/kg and 15 miles later you catch up with polite jester sipping a 2013 Lewis Cabernet Sauvignon “Your g’ma gets social security right?”

The “You didn’t Use search button hard enough” Twat

This really needs no introduction. You’ve seen those posts on the Zwift Riders Facebook page, you know, that SOCIAL media website that’s all the rage these days. Ok, yes, many answers can be found by using the search function, but its not fool proof. But maybe someone is not very computer literate. Maybe its a 79 year old who is just happy to be back on the bike in a supposed welcoming community. Maybe it’s someone being lazy. But just maybe. In any case, why act like total jerk because you are online.  If you are going to act like that online, why not apply the same philosophy to the real world:

“Doctor, what are the side effects of this medication?”

“Apparently laziness because you could have looked that up online.”

Think its different because you are paying the doc? How about this?

“Father, why do I feel I am going to hell?”

“Because you didn’t read the Bible enough. The answer is in there; why bother my Sunday with this?”

If your still on defense on this one, you should probably find a virtual Kentucky Derby program so you can race on your high horse.

“The Power Up Chump”

You’ve been at it. Racing ZTR B for the last hour. Gutting it out, looking at stems, dropping riders like dollar bills in a strip club. You can see that finish line racing towards you. Just you and this guy sucking your wheel for the past 15 minutes. You rear up to sprint and finish this right…..and then there it is. A shiny blue helmet. Your wheel leach rides off into victory.

Sure, we can say when power ups are allowed or not, but man don’t use that crap at the end. If that was real life, the last 2 miles of alp d’Huez would be littered with more syringes than a Staten Island biohazard disposal site.

“Jersey Boy”

Mr./Mrs 11w/kg for fifty minutes, you are not fooling anyone. If Lance cant pull one over us with his seven yellow jerseys, you have no hope with your 30 KOM jerseys. The usual argument is “who cares, let them do what they want.” I’m cool with that, but don’t expect any niceties from the peloton when you are zipping around Watopia on your apparent Suzuki motorcycle.



It’s been over a year since I posted anything to my blog. Why? Well, I think we can all agree that 2016 just sucked as a year, and it was really hard to find mojo and time to train let alone write about lack of training. Not only did 2016 suck nationally, it was a mixed fruit cake of pain personally as well. A quick recap is necessary.

1. Finished residency, again.
2. Moved into my dream home, complete with dream pain “cave.”
3. Work is more invigorating that ever.

1. Death and grief surrounded me multiple times.
2. Politics, WTF.
3. Guns shooting people.
4. People shooting guns.
5. David Bowie
6. Prince
7. Again, David Bowie.

But, here we are, in mid January 2017, and it is time for a serious reboot. Southwestern style. Complete with tons of avocados. 50 pounds ago, my biggest impetus for healthy living success was putting an X on the calendar. So, have belly flopped forward and signed up for Ironman Arizona. Including plane tickets and hotel. That’s right. Ironman Arizona is going to happen with more certainty than 2017 being the most politically controversial year in modern history.

So where is the Ironvan now? Back at the beggining.  If my performance at Boise 2014 was my Star Wars Rogue One, then I’m way back in the land of Jar Jar Binks. And we all know how much that sucked. I’m running about 25 miles a week, including a reoccurring long run of 13 miles weekly. Swimming about 5000y a week with long jaunts of 2500y right now. And cycling a bunch.

Which I got to tangent to. Zwift is pretty much my dream come true. The only thing that could be better in my cycling life is if AC/DC was playing live in my pain cave. I love video games and I love riding indoors, so Zwift makes more sense than Anna Kendrick being the spokeswoman for red solo cups. Plus, the addition of virtual racing is more motivating than a steroid scrotal patch. So I hear. Anyway, here I am with a few 200 fellow online riders. Best thing; none of them will judge me based on my cycling socks.


2017 heralds two big differences than my past Ironmn sacrifices. First, I am focusing on training smart and not just following a generic plan blindly. I have a good idea at this point what it takes to bring my body to optimal, so I am rolling with it. Second, anyone who has ever read this blog in the past know that I am a prolific home brewer and craft beer lover. It seems my liver has a sense or irony because for some reason, I find it hard to drink much beer these days. It’s like my body has developed a sort of allergy to beer. So I ended up cutting back extensively; it will be interesting to see how this affects my performance. And yeah, I’ve seen those posts about beer being a great recovery drink. Sure, maybe, but I can also find studies showing cocaine really improves interval performance. Everything in moderation. Except cocaine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no teatotaler either; I can drink single malt scotch or wine like the Rat Pack…all together.

Well, I guess there is one other big change. I now have a great running partner, with not only two great legs, but four. My family and I adopted a rescue dog from an incredible local shelter and the experience has been incredible. Best yet, she loves to run. As much as I enjoy riding inside, the dog is making me love running outside. I just can’t wait until I can run outside without a snow plow strapped to my waist.


So folks, I’m rebooted. I’m back in the game and ready to perform. Come along for the fun and runs!


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