Amazing People

The CWT RAAM Crew contains a man called Jim.
Yesterday he completed seven marathons in seven days.
The last was a none too shabby 5:30.
The fifth involved a kidney stone.
The riders are a pretty awesome bunch, training hard.
The crew that’ll carry them are shaping up well too.
The main reason I signed up was to meet amazing people.
Anthony
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Staggering

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On Tuesday we added a further member to the CWT RAAM crew.  An amazing man called Jim Grindeland.  He is based in Minneapolis.  We first met there a few weeks ago at a CWT Town Hall in part dedicated to building the crew.

He and I had been discussing the potential for his joining the team on and off since then.

First thing Tuesday I fired up my laptop and dealt with a few over night emails.  I had one from Jim saying he was still able to make the RAAM team, asking and answering a few questions we had been exchanging.  Right at the end he added this:

“…

As I mentioned above [in his original emai], I’m doing 7 days 7 marathons next week. I was wondering if I could dedicate my runs to the ECPAT cause too.

Would it ok if I posted the ECPAT Charity Link on my Facebook page and ask people to donate?

…”

Would it be ok?!

Jim is doing the The Riverboat Series next week.  That is seven marathons in seven days, starting Monday 10th April. That is a staggering undertaking.  It is an honour to have him on the team and humbling he’d dedicate this effort to ECPAT.  If he has the energy to update us on his progress on Facebook I will be sure to share it with the CWTRAAM2017 group.

I keep meeting amazing people on this project. Please join me in cheering Jim on!

Cycling Is Always A Team Sport

In my last post Racing Across America, I described why we are doing RAAM in June this year and how I got involved.

This guest post is from our Rider Captain, Andrew Jordan. This will also appear in the blog section at our website CWT RAAM in the next few days.  It was originally written on Thursday 30th March.

The title speaks for itself.  I remember Andrew doing this event. I hadn’t heard the story until I got the draft of this a couple of days ago.  I suspect that if Chris Underwood hadn’t done what he did that day, we might not now be doing RAAM. Thank you from me and the rest of the team and from ECPAT for the choice you made that day.

“…

It’s late March, and in 79 days, 1 hour and 38 minutes (not that I’m counting) Team Endeavour will roll over the start line in Oceanside on the start of our epic journey across America. A lot has been said and written about my past experience of racing in events like this. The truth is that despite having taken on five Tour de France stages – all in the high mountains of either the Alps or the Pyrenees – nothing will fully prepare any of us, including me, for what we will endure as we race our way West to East.

Team Sport 1

L’Etape du Tour, where amateurs take on a stage of the Tour de France, is probably the toughest single-day amateur cycle race in the world. Competitors come from all over the world to take on the very same roads as the pros. Needless to say, this is just one day and the Tour itself spans three full weeks. But to put this all in perspective, RAAM is 30% longer in distance and 25% higher in vertical metres to climb, than the whole of the Tour de France. In 8 days. But back to L’Etape.

Nobody enters an event like L’Etape without putting in a LOT of training and body conditioning. It’s simply a waste of time and money not to. But when you consider that each year at least a third of the whole field DNF, mostly because they’re too slow or too unfit, it does make you realise just how tough riding in the full Tour is.
The first year I rode in L’Etape was 2011 and I trained very,very hard.
I very nearly DNF’d.

Team Sport 2

I was on turn 6 of 22 on the lower slopes of the famous Alpe D’Huez and I was spent. Nothing left in the tank. It was 38C, there was no wind, the sun was beating down on roads mostly without any shade, the tarmac was melting, and I had completely run out of food and water (rookie error). I had found a spot under a tree, bike discarded by my side, and I was sat on one of the many metal barriers that snake their way up the mountain, by the side of the road. My head was hung low as I stared down at my cycling shoes wondering how on earth I had ended up in this position.

There was an eerie silence on Alpe D’Huez that day, riders slowly moving past in front of me, their legs straining to keep their bikes moving forwards against the steep gradient of the most famous climb in cycling history. Nobody said a word. Nobody was smiling. Just the whirring of their bike chains powering their expensive carbon uphill. This was at the sharp end of the race, the finish line some 1300m and 11km higher up, at the ski station at the top. I saw other riders, predominantly men, walking their bikes slowly past, doing the ‘Walk of Shame’. I swore I’d rather DNF than do that.

I remember thinking over and over again that there was no way I was going to quit and yet, at the same time my body was screaming at me to stop. I had already climbed Col de Telegraph and Col du Galibier, the latter one of the highest mountain passes in the Alps so aside from the heat and dehydration, I was also feeling the tiredness beginning to kick in too.

My phone went. It was Chris, my cycling buddy, asking where I was. He was at turn 10 so a little further up the mountain. I said I was done, no way I was going to continue. I couldn’t. I physically had no strength, and there was no way I’d attempt it with no water in that heat. A few moments later, Chris unexpectedly turned up. He’d ridden back down the mountain to find me. I looked up slowly and there he was, handing me an almost full bottle of water – his last bottle. I took it without saying a word and drained a good half of it. My body reacted almost instantly and despite the pain and exhaustion, I got back on my bike and we slowly set off up the mountain together, pushing each other on, keeping each other from stopping. Very much a case of mind over body in that instant. Chris had sacrificed his time, his water, and made himself climb the same section of mountain twice, because he wasn’t going let me give up.

About an hour later we crossed the finish line, tears rolling down my face. I was exhausted but I had made it. And I had made it because, at that moment, I realised a valuable lesson. People think cycling is an individual pursuit which to many it is. But riding in endurance events, whether it is L’Etape, or RAAM, is every bit a team sport.

…”

We’d welcome your support which can range from cheering us on to supporting our charity, ECPAT.   In any event, we plan to enjoy it, I hope you can too.

Cheers,

Anthony

Racing Across America

Desert

 

Late in  2016 my friend and boss Andrew Jordan got back from a business trip to Australia and announced that he’d formed a team to compete in the Race Across America.  Known as RAAM, it is a ~3000 mile cycle race from Oceanside, California to Annapolis, Maryland.  That is 24/7 for 9 days in June this year, over deserts, the Rockies and The Appalachians.  Four riders, with a support crew of 8 and our mobile media guy.

I hid under the desk.  I knew he meant it.  I knew what was coming.

One of the more amusing snippets at the time was a clip I saw of one of the riders who, when asked why he’d signed up, replied, “I assumed it wouldn’t happen”. He knows AJ as well as I do. He should have known better. He is also a twice winner of the University Boat Race (Cambridge) and hewn from granite, so he’ll be fine.

The first few weeks of this year were mad.  I went to Vegas, Miami, Paris, Aviemore (the best bit), Seattle, Dallas and Minneapolis.  I had the worst cold I have ever had.  It might actually have been flu, but I am derisive of people with sniffles who say they have influenza.  I shall doubtless one day die of rabies having complained of irritability and an excess of phlegm.

Somewhere in the middle of that it appears I dropped my guard, crawled out from under my desk and agreed to be crew chief for the team. Having come to, I’m delighted I did.

The idea is to raise $100,000 for ECPAT, a charity intent on eradicating the sexual exploitation of children around the world.  Every £, € or $ we raise will be matched the Carlson Institute which is run by the Carlson family who in turn own Carlson Wagonlit Travel where I work.

That’s the why.

Of course it is an amazing opportunity and a huge amount of work on top of everything else.  Setting aside the pretense that I agreed while delirious, the reality is it ticks a few important boxes for me.

It matters, I get to work with some sensational people, see amazing places and make some new friends on the way.

Those of you who know me well will know that that is what makes me tick.  Those that don’t, do now.

I don’t usually do this, but I am going to, for once.  I’m going to ask you to put your hand in your pocket and donate to our charity, here.

I am conscious I am pretty well off.  I put my hand pretty deep into my pocket.  I will do so again before we go.  However, each £ or $ counts.

You can watch us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/CWTRAAM2017/ or at the website https://www.cwtraam2017.com/

I will scribble here from time to time as we prepare.  For now, I’d be grateful if you support our bold and worthwhile charity.

The Adult Manifesto VI

Some days are just brilliant.

Today was one.

It is worth stopping to notice.

Or being stopped by someone who MAKES you notice.

Someone who just said thank you.

Someone who said you’d given them hope.

Then it’s worth going for that sunny run in the frost.

When the hard yards have come together and you stop having to push.

When all those little things come together.

And it runs away.

And you can’t keep up.

But you don’t need to.

It’s just time to watch and cheer.

We can be kids today.

Tomorrow there will be more hard yards.

Plenty of time for being grown up then.

The Adult Manifesto V (An interlude by Heidi Marchetti)

A guest post from my good friend Heidi Marchetti. She lives in Santiago in Chile. We used to work together. Now we discuss books, life and electoral dysfunction.

Why frown when you can smile
And dust the room with a smudge of happy
Along the way

Why turn away when you can lend a hand
And help a friend or colleague or stranger
Learn more, be stronger

Why close your mind
To ideas that are not your own
When perspective can only make you grow

Why close your ears when you can listen quietly
And remember there is music in small things
And unexpected places