Tony's beaten me to writing about it, but we're in New York at the moment. Judging by today's news, it seems we timed our departure (we flew yesterday) pretty well, although our journey here wasn't entirely without incident. It started well (we blagged an upgrade and waltzed through the 'Fast Track' with a cheeky grin) but when it was time to land at JFK, it seems our pilot was a little surprised to see a plane trundling along our landing runway and only saved the day by gunning the throttle and climbing steeply, split-seconds before we touched down. Blimey.
We've had a string of exciting meetings with a string of wonderful people in a string of amazing venues (the roof of Soho House yesterday, the uber-cool Core Club today). The irony of discussing the way expeditions strip away the layers of pretence and artifice – the 'aftershave and hot air', as John Ridgway used to put it – while sitting by a rooftop pool surrounded by New York's strutting and preening Beautiful People did not escape me.
Off to the Outdoor Retailer show in Salt Lake City tomorrow night. More soon…
— Filed under Rumination, SOUTH
'No matter what your mountain day has been like, sunset is a special time. If you are facing an enforced bivouac then the going down of the sun marks the beginning of a period of endurance; the interminable hours of darkness before warmth and light returns to your side of the Earth. For mountaineers preparing for a summit attempt, sunset is a time for contemplation before the rigours of the notorious ‘alpine start’. In suburbia, with its many distractions, high rise buildings, and pressing deadlines, sunsets often go unnoticed. But on high mountains, the majesty of this daily event is all-consuming.' Everest mountaineer, author, speaker and buddy of mine Paul Deegan has started a blog.
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Ace photographer Joolze Dymond managed to snap a picture of me looking particularly smooth and stylish at the recent Bontrager TwentyFour12 24-hour mountain bike race.
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My brother and I went out for a quick blast around Richmond Park on our road bikes this morning. Our first two laps were clockwise, our last anti-clockwise, but no matter which way we rode, it was always into the wind. I pulled alongside Steven on one slow stretch and he turned to me, smiling as his legs churned a heavy gear. "Bloody hell", he shouted across, "it's the Richmond Park Vortex".
Elsewhere, my book proposal is finished, and will go out to publishers soon. All very exciting. SOUTH is rumbling on – lots of excitement, a fair bit of banging-my-head-against-a-wall frustration, and a large shopping list. Typically, I still can't talk about a lot of the really funky stuff yet, but stay tuned…
Last up, it seems Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak is talking about driving to the South Pole in a hydrogen-powered Hummer, co-piloted by Buzz Aldrin (well spotted, Tony). Part of me thinks it sounds like a fun thing to do (after all, Vivian Fuchs and Edmund Hillary crossed Antarctica using tractors in 1957, and as much as I abhor oversized American SUVs, fuel cells are undeniably exciting technology). Part of me, however, wonders if it smacks a little of this.
— Filed under Cycling, Training
'On this day Karen skied 37km unassisted. I couldn't manage 100 metres using only my arms.' Hardcore indeed.
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Today, Floyd Landis pulled off one of the most gutsy solo rides in Tour de France history. The secret to his superhuman comeback fight? Beer.
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More on Floyd Landis – a great interview on 'the anti-Lance' in Outside Magazine. "There's only one rule: The guy who trains the hardest, the most, wins. Period. Because you won't die. Even though you feel like you'll die, you don't actually die. Like when you're training, you can always do one more. Always. As tired as you might think you are, you can always, always do one more." I'm really warming to this guy.
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Tons happening right now. Our departure for Antarctica (Tony and I will leave the UK in mid-October) is looming large, but I'm going to keep you in suspense for a few days longer. I'm feeling a bit disillusioned with the whole blogging thing at the moment, partly because I can't tell you about the really exciting stuff until hands have been shaken, ink has dried and cheques have been cashed. But exciting is definitely the word. Stay tuned.
Anyway, on to Floyd Landis. He's a pro cyclist, and he's one of the favourites to win this year's Tour de France. Cycling is my favourite sport, but I'd never really taken to Floyd; he's never quite mastered the slick, poster boy charm of a white-toothed Armstrong, or the testosterone-fuelled charisma of a Cipollini or McEwen. He has ginger hair, he was sporting a dodgy moustache for part of last season, and he's prone to wearing goofy shades and a wrong-way-round baseball cap.
But as of today, Floyd Landis has very nearly out-heroed Lance Armstrong himself. He's well placed to win the toughest endurance event on the planet, yet it turns out that he's long overdue a hip replacement and has been riding through excrutiating pain for months, without even telling his team.
…Perhaps the funniest part is that Landis has been successful at keeping his hip condition a secret from teammates, rivals and the media for 20 months, confiding it only to a small handful of doctors and close friends. This maneuver has involved what Landis, who was raised as a Mennonite in Lancaster County, Pa., calls ‘‘a few adaptations.’’
‘‘I always have to get on my bike putting my right leg over first,’’ Landis told me. ‘‘If I tried to get on the other way’’ — tilting his pelvis against his damaged hip — ‘‘I’d be lying on the pavement. Then people would be standing around wondering what the hell’s wrong with that guy?’’
Landis’s right hip is afflicted with osteonecrosis, or bone death, a degenerative condition caused by lack of blood supply. Essentially, the ball has withered and collapsed, resulting in bone that his doctors liken to a chunk of rotten wood, a sunbaked desert and a half-melted scoop of ice cream. All of which transforms Landis into the embodiment of an intriguing question: Is it possible for someone with a ruined hip to win the Tour de France?
‘‘Well, I’m doing it, so it must be possible,’’ he said, his face flashing into the sharp, faintly incredulous expression he often gets when he talks about his hip. ‘‘All the doctors have ever been able to tell me is that I should get a replacement when the pain gets to be too much. O.K., that sounds fine, but how much is too much? Can anybody tell me that? How much is too much?’’
There's a wonderful interview on the New York Times website (you'll have to register to view it, but it's worth it) and there's a quote for the day from the latest Outside Magazine:
Everbody wants to say, ‘I couldn’t win because of this or that’ To my way of thinking , it doesn’t matter if your head fell off or your legs exploded. If you didn’t make it you didn’t make it. One excuse is as good as another.
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