Wholistic Fitness

Beginning today? It’s all about (off) the bike.
Nutrition is everything on my mind.
Began my nutrition early in the morning with a 2 hour Pranayama/Meditation/Yoga Asana solo session; visualizing the Race Energetics as i breathed into particular power producing areas such as engaging Mula Bandha and steering Ujjayi into the interosseus sacroiliac ligament knowing that space created here allows a huge Hip To Pedal Power Transmission. I want to limit the kinks in my Pranic Power. Other forms of nutrition today is a relaxed work schedule, easy cardio commute, get my haircut so i look goooooood on top of that freakin’ podium, baby…think like a winner, be a winner. Secret Herbs of SUNRIDER: Two Ilg Supremes, Dandelion Root, Wu Chia Pi, MetaBooster, MetaBalance 44, eat twice the number of calories, and take my special pills which, unless you are an Online Student of WF, i can’t tell you what they are.

Each of my actions today, from getting my bike and clothing ready, to registering early and eating on a time table is all about Nutrition.

That’s right.. i gear up, once again, to spend another birthday in the Bardo Realm of Bike Racing.

For years, as a Durango, Colorado native, i would spend my birthdays (i was born on May 27, 1962) racing up and over the seductive, snowy San Juan Mountain summit passes that are now legendary in American bike racing; Coal Bank Hill and Molas Pass. The race was America’s oldest Bicycle Race; The Iron Horse Classic. It begins in Durango and ends 50 miles later in Silverton after climbing over two monster 10,800+ passes. Getting OVER the passes is one thing, descending them, is another. Once, i was fortunate enough to be in the leading pack of racers as we passed through the Coal Bank Hill summit in a growing blizzard. Race Organizers shut down the entire road right behind our group. Hey, he who hesitates is lost, right? Lucky me…as one of the fast guys, my reward was immediate hypothermia the moment we passed over the first of the two leg and lung withering passes. As snow bulleted into me like the pandemonium of my cold-numbed mind, i lost the ability to work my fingers on my bike brake levers. I began convulsing on the bike. The narrow road, already caked with ice, featured a urination inspiring 2,300′ abyss on my right which i knew was there, yet could not see. Instead of using one of my Highly Evolved Spiritual Mantras given to me by my Tibetan Teachers back at Naropa, my mantra became; “Get to the Hand Warmer in the gas station bathroom of Texaco in Silverton.”

Hey, dat’s bike racing, baby. I think i finished my best ever in that blizzard race; 6th in Cat III. That was a go(o)d birthday…but then there was that birthday i spent 14 pitches up on Washingtons Column in Yosemite when i rapelled off the end of the ropes…

but
i digress…

Today is the day before the start of the Summit Center 3 Day, 4 Event Stage Race right here in Flag. go here:

http://www.summitcenterclassic.com/

and you can check out the lovely race courses and imagine the burning hell bent suffering that i will be enjoying while Mainstream America suckles down beers in cozy folding chairs in local recreational parks and forgets what Memorial Day is all about anyway.

I will tell you what Memorial Day is all about Bucko.
it’s about Duhka; Suffering.
it’s about getting out there and sweating your freakin’ brains and butt so hard and for so long that there is nothing left in you to be a smart ass about and then finally remember that you owe all your bank accounts, cute little tattoos, burning desire for money, sex, spiritual growth or whatever to one thing and one thing only:

Warriors.

I am not speaking of Warriors in the way i described them in TOTAL BODY TRANSFORMATION right now.

i ain’t talking Fitness Warriors,
i am talking Real Life Blood For Thy Country’s Freedom Warriors.

American Warriors like Ananda’s dad who have spent long years dodging bombs and sometimes taking them; either physically or emotionally.

American Warriors like my Uncle George who drove Patton’s Jeep and came back to an America that cursed him instead of giving him what he needed most; Compassion and Love.

American Warriors like my bro, Dr. Lahbriuhmn MacIan…a Marine Medic with a Genius IQ that went to Viet Nam, Served, and came back so shell shocked that he gave up Medicine, took up writing, and now struggles as a Resident Manager of some apartments as his amazing literary skills and Message gets chronically rejected.

As i race my bike over the next three days, i don’t give a shit where i place or who i beat.

All i know is that i am ready to Surrender into some High Quality Suffering and Pain and turn it over to those Hero’s who have spilled blood and limb so that you and i can wake up each day and read DL and have the utter, miraculous thing that thousands of Americans have died for…and continue to this day:

Freedom
Freedom to Be Who We Are
Freedom to Do What We Most Dearly What To Do…

So pardner, if you want to follow my wheel over the next few days as i launch myself into another Birthday Spent In Purgatory …come,
purify thy Souls through Sweat and spiritual Surrender to those who’ve died and suffer in countless Ways.

or,
go have a beer and throw a frisbee.
what the hell.

Oh, and for my team’s competitors…i bestow the following Gift…

an image of one of my main Deities; Chenrizeg…the Tibetan Buddha of Unconditional Compassion…
why?
cuz
brother..
you
are
gonna
have
the
God
Awlmighty
HURT
put on your ass!

hope you’ve done your yoga,
your pranayama,
your high altitude miles,
your Secret Herbs…
cuz
you’re gonna need it
if you gonna follow
this ol’ Mountain Yogi’s wheel for the next three days…

Bring It On, baby…
Bring
It
ON!!!

Om Mani Padme Hung,

off to a two-wheeled war in purification of Self and…
in honor of those genuine Warriors to whom i bow on this Amazingly Blessed and Beautiful and FREE evening
beneath the Sacred Peak,

come along for the ride…

i dare ya…

from the Coach that still does…
coach ilg