Product Design, Leadership, Mountains

Chris Rivard

Month: August 2014

Human

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There are only a handful of activities that present our human nature in stark relief and a run through the forest is near the top of the list.  In an increasingly frenetic world, it’s one of only things that makes me feel human after staring at a computer most of the day.

I left late in the day as a result of a busy schedule and planned to do an easy /short loop to Washington Park.

It ultimately turned into a tempo run as I bounded down the trail shirtless scaring tourists taking pictures in the Japanese Garden thinking, “what the fuck could you possibly be taking pictures of and will you ever look at them again ?? — probably not. Ever.” There is a massive industry in the storage of bits that we will never look at again.

If you record every experience you have –  are you fully experiencing it, or partially experiencing it so that you can partially relive it through pictures in the future?

GoPro culture. I think the backlash will be an aspiration to anonymity. Famously (un)famous. We’ve become a culture of neurotic digital pack rats.

Except my little bro. He’s a bad ass.

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Kailua 25kts surf run from Robert Rivard on Vimeo.

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I lie awake visualizing the route and for a brief moment was terrified of the possibilities, the ‘what-if’s’;  but then a gentle calm came over me and I knew it would be like going home …and I fell soundly asleep.

pre-go

  • eos 1p
  • cat’s meow
  • jetboil
  • pillow
  • puffy
  • oatmeal/coffee
  • sunblock

go

  • UD pack
  • 70oz bladder
  • 1 bottle
  • tailwind
  • poles
  • map
  • gps
  • phone
  • SPOT
  • headlamp
  • golite shell
  • gloves
  • sunhat
  • sunglasses
  • buff
  • gels/blocks/real food
  • arm warmers
  • fa mini-kit
  • shuffle
  • lighter
  • space bag

post-go

  • 4 gallons water
  • change of clothes
  • towel
  • cooler w/real food/fruit

Done done

…I think.

  • Moved the entrance to the left side
  • Ladder is attached/base is leveled
  • Cross braces attached

It’s very solid now – no twisting.

And what’s the second thing they do when they run up the ladder?
Start climbing up the walls on the inside!! Ahhhhhh!!!!! Nonononono!!!!

(the first thing was to have a dance party)

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Everyone was knackered.

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(Except these two)

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Eat & Run

Finished reading Scott Jurek’s book and there are a some good quotes. This is the one that I liked right at the end:

We all lose sometimes. We fail to get what we want. Friends and loved ones leave. We make a decision we regret. We try our hardest and come up short. It’s not the losing that defines us. It’s how we lose. It’s what we do afterward.

There are a few good recipes included as well.

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Running up Balch Creek today I was surprised how low the water was – really just a trickle and some stagnant pools across the wide expanse of rocks. I can’t remember when it rained last. As I gained elevation on the trail I saw a group of kids playing on the rocks, their parents sitting alongside the trail.

In an instant the littlest one slipped on a wet rock and at full velocity from 3 feet up, his head connected with a rock on the creek bed. I slowed my run and stared at the parents…they didn’t move. The woman looked up at me and then back at the kids and I ran past listening to the little boy wail. After about 5 wtf’s  (silently to myself), I realized that if he’s screaming that loudly, he probably wasn’t knocked unconscious.

I thought of the little boy who sits with his mom while she panhandles the stopped cars sitting idle on their way over the Hawthorne Bridge. He plays with an empty Gatorade bottle and some cardboard, sometimes he’s drawing. He’ll probably grow up to be a baron of industry, water trading or nanobots, and he’ll tell his story at college commencement speeches. How he sat drawing on a piece of cardboard by the side of the road while his mom begged for money so they could eat.

I haven’t had an off day in quite a while; today my number was up. Not sure if it was the heat, dinner last night or just being tired from yesterday’s speedwork. The high intensity work zaps me.  It was the kind of run where you think about finding a nice spot of shade in the woods and curling up in the fetal position to take a nap. My stomach was wrecked, my legs were dead and a bug flew in my eye — that kind of run. When I got back to the office I chugged some coconut water from the kitchen (is there anything more pretentious?), inhaled a banana and ate pretzels and drank water at my desk for the rest of the day before riding home.

Tweaked.

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Huevos in cast iron.

Bullet Train

When I worked in D.C. I had client work in New York and used to take Amtrak from Union Station to Penn Station. The Acela was a little bit more expensive than the standard Amtrak… and newer… and had nice desks for working… but it only got there about 15 minutes faster than the cheaper (older) train. It turns out the train could go faster, but the tracks weren’t built for the trains to move at any higher speeds.

I was caught by the train again today on my run. I think I’ve just stumbled onto the schedule. The train rolls across the Steel Bridge at noon every Wednesday. Reminds me of Taleb’s Turkey Problem.

This time it was actually moving…and then stopped. Same thing happened. It’s such a fascinating study in behavior and group dynamics. Guy next to me says, “you could go under…”. I briefly calculated the acceleration of a stopped freight train… reasoned that it probably wouldn’t move backwards… and could be crossed under the train close to the wheels in the direction the train was rolling and then concluded: absolutely not.

I walked down the cars again, found a ladder between two tankers, climbed up and over, jumped down the other side and started my watch. I never saw the guy next to me again.

On the way back I realized that I can continue running straight up Naito Pkwy and stay on the sidewalk that goes through a tunnel *under* the tracks.

No more train jumping for me.

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Lactate threshold training again today – I like doing it on the flats as it’s much more of a controlled environment; straight and flat. I might start going to the track, but I can’t stand the thought of running in circles. This area is an industrial zone, just warehouses and machine shops, not much traffic…kind of dirty and gritty. I like it.

 

 

Next

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Really nice run today. I took the weekend off and spoiled Whimsy & Delight all day on Saturday (and made sure to let them know they were being spoiled). Today I felt like getting after it. This run used to be such a big mental leap. It’s not that far, but it covers a lot of ground – it’s probably 85% singletrack trail through the fortress of solitude (FP). I’m not exactly sure when I decided to do the loop vs. a shorter out/back. I’ve done this one so many times that I have the entire mental map, every turn and climb and descent committed to memory.

During periods of intense focus on my runs I’ve noticed that I squeeze the thumb and middle finger of my right hand tightly, like I’ve caught some invisible thread and need to hold on to it with all my will.  When I realize what I’m doing, I open my hand,  roll my shoulders and try to relax my upper body. And then I catch myself doing it again. That invisible thread that pulls me along up and down mountains and through the forest. I’ve never seen it but I know it’s there.

There are books written about the mental side of running, the lessons derived from being in this active/meditative state. The one that I’ve been thinking about lately relates mostly to running ultras … but life as well (is there a difference?). If you’re feeling great, enjoy it and keep going, it won’t last forever. If you’re feeling bad, enjoy it and keep going, it won’t last forever.

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I’ve been thinking about what’s next after my last race. I had a great run, finished strong – needed very little recovery (I took one day off) and took no Vitamin I afterwards. The only injury I sustained was a severe chafe/burn where my vest and bottle was rubbing my chest for 50 miles. That’s all healed up now.

I picked up a SPOT personal locator beacon last weekend and a pair of carbon fiber running poles. Plans are underway. Both items are really just safety devices. The beacon will allow me to send an email via satellite ping that I’m okay, or an email that I need assistance, or it can send an SOS that will initiate SAR if something goes terribly wrong. The poles will allow me to use my upper body to power hike steep climbs. And hobble out if something goes terribly wrong.

Feels good to be planning and training with a specific goal in mind.

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Slow going today.

I ended up taking the roof off the treehouse and making a few changes. Thinking about the design a little bit more I wasn’t happy with the way the panels were attached. 2 clear polycarbonate panels (like skylights) and 2 brown polycarbonate panels to blend into the trees behind the structure — I really like the material and colors: super-light, easy to work with (mostly), aesthetics are good.

The mistake I made was that I attached the roof framing (very light 1×4 cedar) and then screwed the panels down with pole barn screws from above. The screws have a rubber washer to seal the screw hole in the plastic. The first panel, top-outside screw as very tricky to get in being the farthest away – I had an 8ft ladder on top of the treehouse deck. Too big a reach and not really safe. I couldn’t see through the solid brown panels, so without a chalk line – a little bit tough to get the screw line straight (I could have snapped a chalk line but didn’t). I managed to attach all the panels, the last panel from the outside of the treehouse – way way up on the ladder.

Good design shouldn’t be so difficult. It should be simple and elegant.

I was thinking it through one night and realized that I should have fabricated the entire roof assembly and then lifted it up to attach it (the panels are very light. I also noticed that some of the pole barn screws were coming through the underside of the 1×4 – so the material was too thin. Oftentimes the reaction to problems like this is to build around it – and I could have. I could have added another strip of 1x material on the inside to cover any screws that were poking through; but this is the road to bad design. This happens all the time in software. It’s the same problem.

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In climbing there is the concept of SRENE. I think the acronym may have changed slightly in the last 10 years, it stands for Solid, Redundant, Equalized, No Extension. It’s the correct way to build belay anchors.  Catastrophic accidents are rare in the mountains and most can be chalked up to objective hazards – rockfall, avalanche, etc. Most risk can be mitigated though. Travel before sun hit, dig an avy pit, etc.  Most accidents that happen are a result of cumulative mistakes – it’s never the first mistake, but it’s a chain of mistakes that lead to a catastrophic failure.  Mostly it’s the reasoning that, “it’s good enough”. The first few probably are and you won’t get nailed… not until the third, fourth or fifth. Best to never make the first mistake. So I took down the roof and built it correctly.

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I also built the ladder to get into the treehouse. The slope should be gentle enough to walk facing down. Always tricky getting the correct angle and then the proper angle of the treads.

Once I scribed one 2×12, I just transferred the angle and  spacing to the other side. The rise is about 7 inches for an 11 1/2″ tread, 20 wide. Comfortable slope and wide enough for little humans (and probably dogs). Tricky to get the first couple of treads attached working solo; big cabinet clamps helped but it was awkward.  The base still needs to be graded, then I’ll use a leftover piece of flagstone for the ladder base.

Maybe it will be a deserted island or a castle or a spaceship or a private boat …

Let the wild rumpus start!

 

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