Double Dollars – Double Ride

Summing up last week in a word, "Fantastic"!  Super intense at work with a couple very long days tossed in for good measure, but Wednesday, one of those long days, is a day I will not soon forget.

Wednesday morning, after discussing a few potential projects with my boss, our conversation turned to the Tour du Burundi.  He and I don't speak of it often, but this morning was different, and I raised the issue of employer matching funds raised by employees for charitable events.  Had heard that other divisions do such things but hadn't seen it in our division.

After a brief conversation he approved matching funds but wanted to cap it and asked what I intended to raise.  I told him $15,000.  He then approved matching funds up to $10,000!  I almost starting crying but thought he would fire me for doing so and then there would be no matching funds so I kept the tears to myself.

That two minute conversation instantly doubled what has already been contributed to date, $2,175, and it means that every dollar donated going forward is two dollars donated!  I've reset my goal from $15,000 to $20,000 because of my employer's generosity.  So cool!

Leaving the office that day, again long and intense, as I stepped out the front door, before me was the moon in my absolute favorite phase, a crescent moon with just the smallest bit of moon visible.  This night, however, as I looked west, the moon was positioned as if it looked like a smile.  Instantly I felt like God was smiling down on me, hugging me after a long day, and saying, "You're doing great raising money for my kids in Burundi".  It felt great!!  Mind you, God smiles down on me all the time, whether raising money for His kids or when I choose paths that are not His plan.  It's called unconditional love and I'm so grateful He feels that way about me.  By the way, He has that same love for you too, no matter your past or where you fall on the faith spectrum.  Unconditional is, after all, unconditional.

So with that encouragement I set my sights for the weekend rides.  This is the first weekend of riding outside two consecutive days, something I've never attempted, so I was really curious how this would play out.  Set out Saturday morning for Redwood Road (50 miles) and met up with a group of women training for the Cinderella Ride which is a women's only ride.  I often thought there should be a men’s only Prince Charming ride but can't imagine the cast of characters that would take part in that event so maybe that's not such a good idea.

I started riding with one of the trainers in the group, a man, who seemed fairly intense, when we were passed by another rider who said nothing when approaching from behind.  The safe thing to do is to call out, "On your left” (or right) when passing.  The three of us found ourselves at a stop light.  Me on the left, the unsafe passer in the middle, and the intense trainer dude on the right.  Me?  I'm quiet and just happy to hit a red light to grab some water and catch my breath.  My new found trainer buddy decides to take it upon himself to tell the unsafe passer guy just exactly how unsafe he was.

Needless to say it was not a cordial conversation and me, ever the peacemaker, decided to tap the unsafe passer on the right shoulder and once I got his attention I said, "I still love you".  He didn't take my comment in the caring manner in which it was given.  I think I tried to follow it up with a second inane comment when he cut me off and said he really couldn't hear me because his ear buds were in.  That's unsafe as well but who am I to bring up more of this guy’s poor judgment during a 30 second red-light?  So, I asked, "What are you listening to?".  "Music" came the reply.  Now I'm no sales person but I got the sense this was not the time to ask him if he wanted to donate to the Tour du Burundi.  The light turned green and off he went and I spent the next 15 minutes of the ride pondering the question of why I spoke up in the first place.  Hey, you gotta find something to occupy your time on these longer rides.

With that drama behind me I settled into a great ride.  On rides like Redwood I have my set resting places and one of them is after descending Redwood there is a stop sign where Pinehurst meets Redwood.  Continue on Redwood and in a couple miles you're on Skyline Boulevard which offers great vistas of the Bay.  Take a sharp right on Pinehurst, an uphill climb, and you've made the turn towards home.  Today my path was Pinehurst but regardless of which road I take I always rest where Pinehurst meets Redwood.

I felt so good as I approached Pinehurst this strange thought came into my head, "What if I don't rest.  What if I turn right and climb Pinehurst?". I have to say, this is just weird.  Might it be that I'm getting in better shape?  So turn right I did without the traditional rest and the Pinehurst climb was, well, easy.  You have to understand these are not typical Burundi Dave bicycle ride experiences.

Another oddity now occurring is how I feel on descents.  Not being as top-heavy as I once was I can approach downhill turns with more speed.  Now I'm not like many cyclists who fly downhill like a friggin' dart but I am going faster because I feel so much more in control of my bike.  Clearly my center of gravity is lower and it's yet another blessing as a result of training for the ride.

So with riding day 1 in the books, I saddle up for a 40 miler on Sunday, the Windmill ride (see an earlier post which explains the Windmill ride).  My biggest concern, quite frankly, how's it going to feel sitting on a bike seat after Redwood the previous day?  I won't go into details but let's just say there were no issues.  Two great things about this ride:  the hills are a bright green as you can see in these pictures, and; the Windmill ride being relatively flat, I decided to push my pace to find out what I had left in the tank. Turns out I averaged 17 mph, a 1 mph improvement from the same ride 6 weeks ago.  Suh-weet!!

The Tour du Burundi is now just two months away and everything is progressing nicely!  Oh and quickly, I have lost another 8+ pounds over the past few weeks bringing my cumulative total lost to 85 pounds, just 15 from my goal.

So like I said, a fantastic week!  Haven’t decided where I am riding this weekend but the weather forecast…spectacular, so I have many options!!

Thanks for being a part of all this. 

Burundi BHAG

BHAG – Pronounced BEE-hag

Attended a company retreat this week focusing on this question, “What is our company’s BHAG?”  BHAG, a Big Hairy Audacious Goal, is defined as a strategic business statement which is created to focus an organization on a single medium-long term organization-wide goal which is audacious, likely to be externally questionable, but not internally regarded as impossible.  The primary example given was John F. Kennedy’s statement in 1962 that the U.S. would put a man on the moon and bring him back again by the end of the decade.

Great discussion regarding our company’s BHAG but it got me thinking, if I’m a young kid in Burundi what’s my BHAG?  My wife and I recently received letters from two boys we have supported since 2007 that may give you some insight.  But first, some history.

My first mission trip brought my son, 16 at the time, and me to Burundi where we met Simon, the mastermind behind the Tour du Burundi, and Freddy Tuyizere, Burundi’s National Director of Youth for Christ, the organization that built the Gitega International Academy, the school for which we are riding.

Standing, in 2007, with Simon and Freddy on a site with just a few buildings built of a future orphanage - Gitega Homes of Hope, and a future school - Future Hope School, they told me they needed a huge sum of money to complete the two projects. I don’t remember the exact amount needed, however, my thought was, honestly, no way will that kind of money flow into Burundi.  But that was me limiting God and men of faith like Simon and Freddy.

Now, not only has Gitega Homes of Hope Orphanage and Future Hope School been completed and operating for years, under Freddy’s direction and with Simon’s support the Gitega International Academy was completed in 2012.  Seeing how these men get things done and honor the resources given to them is one of the reasons I support them and have signed on for the Tour du Burundi.  It’s why I feel comfortable asking for support to help the new Gitega International Academy.

So getting back to my question, if I’m a young kid in Burundi what’s my BHAG?  The letters from Thacien and Elise`, expressing their hope for the future, are really no different than what we wanted as kids, the difference being they were born in Burundi, and most of you reading this were born in a “first-world” country.  If you asked them, I’m not sure if they would tell you their hopes expressed in these letters are their BHAG, but I can tell you they need to attend a well-funded secondary school to keep their hopes alive.  Please read these letters then consider clicking here to donate.

Praise the Lord,

This is Thacien, I am glad to have this opportunity to tell you how grateful I am for everything that you have done for me. Thank you very much for being my friend and keeping close to your heart all this time.

I am 12 years old and will be making 13 on the 11^th of July. I am in grade six which is the final year of primary school. I am so excited to get through this year and join secondary school. I hope to join Gitega International Academy next year and there is too much study going on, so I and all my brothers and sisters in grade six are working as hard as we can. Being the oldest, I have a big responsibility to produce the best since all my younger brothers and sisters are looking up to me and I also would not like to let down everyone’s expectation. Actually no one is telling me this but I just have the feeling, I mean if you understand what I am trying to say.

I enjoy all the games we play at the orphanage with the kids, but my best are football and hula hooping. Sometimes we watch a movie in the evening which is so refreshing from all the studies and the chores.

When I grow up I hope to become a pastor and a very good football player.

I hope to write to you again and I will always pray that the Lord will continue blessing you. I hope you are doing okay. Send my greetings to all your family and friends.

Oh and just the last thing, if you ever get to feel scared and worked up, or overwhelmed by a certain fear, always tell your heart out loud that “it is well” as many times as you can be able to believe it. I always use it and it works. I love you so much.

Your friend always Thacien,

Gitega Homes of Hope.

Praise God,

I am called Elise`, and I am over joyed to be writing to you. Thank you very much for all the help you send me and for keeping me close to you heart all the time. You are a good friend.

I am in grade five and I am 10 years old. I will be making 11 this April on the 12^th. Back at the orphanage everyone is fine and I am doing alright. At school we are studying harder than ever because we are semi candidates. But when am not studying, I play football with my brothers at the orphanage and some girls and sometimes I make toy cars or play halu hooping which is a new game Hayley taught us.

My best meals at home are when we have meat, and I also enjoy the days for watching movies.

When I grow up I want to become a pastor and also play great footballer.

Thank you again, I love you so much. Send my greetings to all your friends and family

Your friend Elise`,

Gitega Home of Hope.

In a word, humbling.  I read these letters and am so thankful that my wife and I get to support Thacien and Elise`.  One of the major takeaways from the 2007 Burundi trip was simply that there is life happening on the other side of the planet.  May seem silly but suddenly Burundi was no longer a spot on a map.  Burundi is people, Simon, Freddy, Thacien, Elise`, and all the other people we encountered, living life just like we do. Children dream just like ours.  I love looking at the moon and thinking about my friends over there and when I’m in Africa I look at the moon and think of my friends over here.  It’s just a way for me to connect with the people I care about.

I’m not expecting any of you to sign up for monthly support for a couple of African kids but I am asking you to donate to the Gitega International Academy which will give generations of children a chance to accomplish their BHAG.  Give and then start looking at the moon knowing you too have a connection with people, literally, on the other side of the world.  Go on, give it a shot.  It’s a great feeling!

Wind and Weight

Altamont Windmills

Was fortunate to have my riding buddy join me as we headed east on Altamont Pass Road to the Mountain House Bar (no drinking, just resting) last Tuesday for what turned out to be a 66 mile ride.  About 15 miles into the ride my rear tire went flat.  No biggie but while changing the inner tube my buddy kept saying, "Remember, you GET to do this".  Mocking me based on my previous post.

Typically, the Altamont Pass ride includes a tailwind out and a headwind back.  Wind flows constantly through this area, so much so, that many windmills, not Don Quixote windmills but green energy windmills, are installed like those pictured.  That's the California Aqueduct in the foreground.  This day's wind was almost the reverse and it wasn't too bad biking back and seemed like we caught a break.

North Livermore Road

My buddy took a nasty fall earlier in the ride, in fact he later learned he broke his collarbone, so 40 miles into the ride we parted ways approaching North Livermore Road.  His path was north toward home, mine south.  After a few miles of riding south I too turned north to make my way back home.   Whatever pleasure I gained from an easy day on Altamont Pass Road was blown away, literally, by an in-your-face wind the final 20 miles of the day's ride.

I'll share in a later post my thoughts on how wind on a bicycle ride in many ways parallels life's challenges.

Made it home, much more tired and sore than expected, but after burning 4,900 calories on the ride I was anticipating the results of my Wednesday weigh-in day just 18 hours away.

I guess I will take a wind-in-your-face ride any day if it helps produce results like 5 pounds lost since last week!!  Sometimes challenges we face produce unexpected positive results and this was certainly one of them.  That makes 75 pounds total and now 3/4 of the way to the ultimate goal.

Whoo hoo!!!!

Lone Cherry Tree on Altamont

Just thinking about the weight loss makes me want to include this picture taken on Altamont Pass Road because I feel like Spring. You know, like a re-birth.  Enjoy!

Low Energy - High Hopes

Personal energy level has been great of late, so much so, that it was reasonable to reduce my calorie intake, specifically protein, so I eliminated one ounce of turkey and one ounce of ground beef from my daily diet.  Seemingly nothing significant and initially a sound decision.  Then Saturday arrived.

Running errands, suddenly everything sounded good to eat.  Driving past a pizza parlor, In-and-Out, a donut shop, a build your own salad place, ok I’m kidding about the salad place, but EVERYTHING else sounded delicious plus my energy was dropping as the day grew longer.  It was clear the eliminated protein had to make a return which it did for dinner that evening but the damage was done.

Sunday morning arrived but my energy did not.  The usual breakfast did not help.  Nothing was helping and I had a return trip to Redwood Road on the calendar, 48 miles, 3000 feet of climbing, and 3900 calories of energy I didn’t have to give.  I would have canceled but already committed to ride with a friend (not my usual riding buddy, although he would have gone with me had I asked, he’s that kind of friend) at 11 am after church and dreading it.

In the garage preparing for the ride and focusing on my low energy I recalled something our pastor said earlier that morning.  Talking about how we are gifted with unique talents he said, “As Christians we don’t have to serve others, we get to serve others.”  It’s about attitude and thinking of the pending ride in that context I came to this conclusion: I don’t have to ride, I get to ride.  My gosh, I have a nice road bike, I’m healthy, the weather was beautiful (again), a friend is willing to ride with me, and most importantly I have a wife that supports my training and trip to Burundi.

I get to ride in support of a great school in Burundi that will educate generations of young men and women. I felt a sense of hope that I could tackle the ride.  Well off we went and I’m happy to report, a) I made it home, b) we did not stop at a donut shop along the way, and c) I increased my average speed by 0.5 miles per hour from the same ride two weeks ago.  What a gift!  The speed increase tells me I’m in better shape than two weeks ago and is such an encouragement.  Had I canceled I wouldn’t have seen the increased speed and I would have been mad at myself for “quitting” the Redwood ride.  Talk about two outcomes that could not be more different.

So carrying on that theme, if you’re contemplating supporting the school, think of it as, “I get to support the school, not I have to support the school.”  Please give because that little voice inside you is prompting you to do so not because you will feel guilty the next time you see Burundi Dave.   Only cheerful givers please.

Switching gears for a moment I want to make this promise to you.  As noted above, I am a Christian, most of you know that but some don’t.  Now you all do.  I promise never to preach at you about the Christian faith.  I’ve never known anyone who thinks Christianity is something worth exploring while being beaten over the head with a bible.  I just won’t do it and I respect people’s point of view that is different than mine.  That said, my faith in Christ is the cornerstone on which I build my life and there will be times, like today, when my faith will weave its way into a post.  If you ever feel like I go off the preachy deep end let me know.  One person’s non-preachy post may be another’s crazy rant so it would be good to hear your perspective.

Thanks for checking out my blog!!

Man Down!

Wednesday’s are weigh-in days and after dropping ten pounds Week 1 and one pound Week 2 I really had no idea what to expect.  Mind you, this IS an event!  A couple minute chat with the nutritionist about how my week went that generally goes something like this:  Were you hungry?   Only when I was awake.  How was your energy level? Seemed to pick up when preparing meals for myself.  How are you feeling today?  I don’t care. May I please step on the scale now?

After getting the green light there is the ceremonial removal of any unnecessary weight.  Wallet.  Check.  Keys.  Check.  Phone.  Check.  Shoes.  Check.  Wedding ring.  Check.  Gold teeth.  Checkth.

So the moment of truth….Man down 4 pounds!!  A total of 15 since I reworked my eating routine three weeks ago, 70 pounds total since I began this effort a year and a half ago, and now 30 pounds away from the ultimate prize of 100 pounds shed from this frame.  Very good Burundi Dave, very good!

With 30 pounds to go, the century mark target date has been fine-tuned as a trainer at the gym suggested a website that calculates the amount of calories burned daily, the amount of calories consumed daily, then projects the date 30 additional pounds should be gone.   Current average daily burn rate is 4,100 calories and consuming 1,700.  With those figures the target date is now April 10^th…..2013.  I think I’ll celebrate that day by adding a slice of turkey to my breakfast!!

April 10^th would be tremendous because it leaves a month before boarding a plane to burn/consume equal calories which should translate into faster recovery which must happen if I am to ride outside on back-to back-to-back days which is indeed scheduled to begin mid-April.

Just a great day and the future is looking bright!  Hey if you’re looking to brighten someone’s future why not take a moment and click on this donate button and make a contribution to the Gitega International Academy?  It's tax deductible and takes less than five minutes.  Go on!  Give it a go!

I’m training no matter what but it sure does provide a burst of energy when I see a contribution come through. Thanks to those who have already given.  $1,100 donated so far, which is fantastic, but $15,000 is the ultimate prize.  Maybe that number will be achieved April 10^th.  If that’s the case I’m adding two slices of turkey to my breakfast. 

Knackered on Diablo - Training Day 3

knack-ered [nak-erd]

adjective British Slang. exhausted; very tired: He is really knackered after riding Diablo today.

Can’t be certain of this but when the name Mount Diablo, originally Monte del Diablo - Thicket of the Devil, was bestowed upon the subject of today’s training ride I doubt it was considered that someday people would voluntarily subject themselves to climbing to the 3,849 foot summit on bicycles but it happens daily as this is one of the more popular rides in Northern California.

So popular in fact that it was just announced this week that the 7^th stage of the Tour of California will end at the summit.  Very cool!  Those riders are concerned about beating their competitors and their overall time.  When I ride Diablo I’m only concerned about getting home in time for dinner.

It’s a fantastic ride and climbing 3,500 feet in 11 miles presents its challenges but today was made easier because I was joined by my riding buddy who encouraged me a year and a half ago to start riding.  He is pictured here to the right of the Junction Ranger Station. The Junction is where the road from the South, our route, and the road from the North meet to form one road to the summit.  It was great riding with him (as usual) although this time, as we struggled up the mountain, he would shout out encouraging? words like, “There’s still time to cancel your flight to Burundi!”.  My laughter made me forget about my burning thighs.

We made it past the Junction, about 7 miles into the 11, and continued to the top.  About a mile from the summit is a hairpin turn called Devil’s Elbow.  More like the Devil’s elbow jabbed into my thighs.  It marks the end of 3 miles of pretty intense climbing where it is best to keep one’s eyes focused on the pavement about two feet out in front and not look up to the road ahead.

If that weren’t enough, the last 300 feet, not elevation, but distance, is a 17% grade that I have never been able to ride up.  It’s a humbling walk to the top but that’s the key phrase, isn’t it?  To the Top!!  This sign is a welcome sight and it’s literally all downhill from there as we rested a few minutes and enjoyed 11 miles of coasting to the valley floor!

Here’s the elevation profile to give you some perspective of the climb.

It was a great day!!

If you’re new to the blog please make sure to click on the "introduction" button at the top of this page. There you can learn about what this blog is really all about.  Also check out the links under the "Donate Here & Other Info" banner to get all sorts of cool information about the school for which we are riding and the person organizing the Tour du Burundi. 

Motivation

There are many reasons why I’m doing the Tour du Burundi, the main one of course, is to raise awareness and donations for the Academy, but there are many sub-reasons, for lack of a better term, as well.

Today, I’ll focus on weight loss.

A bit of history first.  About 18 months ago, a couple good friends started encouraging me to do something about my overweight condition.  To motivate myself I signed up for a century (100 mile) ride in San Luis Obispo - The Lighthouse Ride, about two months out from when I committed.  Seeing I was doing little to train one of my two friends showed up at my front door one Sunday, bike in hand, and said it’s now or never.

It wasn’t pretty.  Large man on a road bike in spandex, and let me tell you I put the “span” in spandex, cycling up and down San Ramon Valley.  30 miles, flat, I was exhausted.  That was August 7, 2011.

My friend and I spent the next 8 weeks, 6 days a week, riding together.  Many mornings of greeting each other with “I wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for you” and the reply, “Right back at you”. During the rides we covered a wide variety of topics, one of which, the food I was eating.  I made significant changes.

Well we completed The Lighthouse and I was down about 20 pounds and with that encouragement I joined a new gym, kept refining my eating habits, and lost 55 pounds over the next year or so.

It’s been great but I was stuck at that weight and nothing seemed to reduce it further.  Then the idea of the Tour du Burundi came up and I knew if I committed to it I would be motivated to rework my eating/workout program.

And rework it I have.  In addition to outdoor riding chronicled in this blog, two weeks ago I started working with someone who changed what, when, and how I eat, and educated me on what to avoid, no more oatmeal was a surprise,  One week ago was my first weigh-in and I lost 10 pounds.  Stepping off the scale I start doing the happy dance thinking, “I lost ten pounds, I lost te….”.  That’s when the nutritionist said, “You know it’s mostly water”.

Talk about bursting my (water) balloon!  Later that day I’m sharing this story with my wife while contemplating how many King Size Snickers I was going to eat that day to help with my depressed state and she said, “Who cares what you call it?  10 pounds is 10 pounds”.  Sage woman.  She is right and I don’t care if it’s water, fat, hair gel, whatever, it’s 10 less pounds I have to drag up Mount Diablo at that’s a very good thing.

So today was weigh-in day 2.  One week since the “water” comment.  I had high hopes but the scale said down only one pound.  Really?!  I’m trying to stay positive but my wife is hiding the King Size Snickers in case I don’t.

So that’s 66 cumulative pounds lost since August 7, 2011.  Pretty cool!  My goal by the time I board the Burundi—bound plane is 100 pounds.  34 pounds in 13 weeks.  Totally doable!!  I’ll keep you posted.

By the way, it’s great to have friends like my Lighthouse riding buddy.