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Skirt Sports: Show Me The Money!

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I have wrestled and strained; tossed and tussled; agonized and grappled; even done the unthinkableasked others what they thoughtabout how to approach the subject I'm about to cover.

That's right, gentle reader, I'm about to get all feminist and political and antagonistic and argumentative and...well, none of those actually. Okay, not much. I AM pissed, but I've opted for keeping it civil and brief-ish. What has me all riled up this time? It's the damn world of sports and how much inequity there is in when it comes to girls vs boys and women athletes getting paid for being awesome.

Did you know that not one, but two time female world cycling champion, Giorgia Bronzini, was only paid 3’833  euros for her championship title last year? And that the Manx Missile (also voted the BBC's Sports Personality of the Year out of a list that included a total of ZERO women finalists), was paid 7’667 euros, twice as much? [Source: Page thirty-four of the UCI 2011 Competition Guide.] And let's be clear; he's won the title only once. A heinously obvious case of pay inequality in the sport of professional cycling.

Let me go back to the SPOTY issue for a moment. Naturally, there was loud outcry among women who know a thing or two about sports (despite the stereotype that women don't know a football from a tennis racket) at the complete lack of acknowledgment of women's inclusion in the 2011 list of finalists. It's as if the panel of judges for this award are going out of their way to turn a blind eye to women's contributions to sports. Is this because women are less masterful at their chosen sport? Do women just have less “personality” than men?

 
Photo Credit: Adrian Valenzuela
 

Let's play devil's advocate for a moment and take a look at one woman-based sport, say, Roller Derby. I mean, of all the sports women play, doesn't Roller Derby exemplify everything that is bland and boring about women athletes? Doesn't it? Er, right. No one with eyesight and half a brain could claim Roller Derby as a sport and the players who do it lack personality. Pffft. Come on SPOTY judges, you really have no excuse for this kind of discrimination. (Especially in a year that saw the first ever Derby World Cup.)

And then, of course, there was the issue of the International Amateur Boxing Association wanting to require women boxers to don more appropriate attire for the sport.

Like skirts.

Yes. Skirts.

And you thought boxing was about agility, strength, and strategy. Silly boxing fans.

All right, so I'm holding back from a grossly expulsive rant here, but I just hafta ask: WTF is it with the sports world? Are women such a threat to the traditionally male realm of physical athleticism that some loosely organized and nefarious consortium of Male Privilege Saviors are doing everything in their power to just make women go away by perpetuating low pay and sponsorships, outright dismissal, and ridiculous rules about attire? Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't there an entire culture of voyeurism based solely on turning the female body into an object of the male gaze? What could be better than super-fit chicks in spandex?

I don't have the time or stable enough blood pressure to look for similar disparities in other sports, but no doubt they are there. However, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and that light uses the ambitions and talents of women athletes as fuel. Just take a look at Rebecca Rusch and all she has achieved, not least of which is the SRAM Gold Rusch tour. And a hearty cheer of respect to SRAM for sponsoring it.

As sports fans, it's up to us to look at the reasons why we watch our sport of choice, and make a conscious decision to put as much energy into and pay as much attention to women's teams as men's. In a perfect world, an athlete would be appreciated for their athleticism, and sports organizations would pay athletes based on their performance, not their gender. But because, like politics, it's all about money, if there's no one watching women, then there's no attention to and thus no profit for the big companies that sponsor athletes, events, and prizes.

Regardless, women athletes will continue using their bodies as playgrounds for the sports they love. Bullshit pay disparities and active disdain from sports organizations are no match for full-on guts, glory, and pain, and women eat that shit like Clif Bars.

Further reading: http://espn.go.com/espnw/athletes-life/8520645/riding-pros-vicious-cycle-professional-female-cyclists

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All I ever needed to know about human nature, I learned from riding my bike

 The rules of human perception seem to be as follows:

Perception of Cyclists:

While I am riding, if you are slower, a pedestrian, a child, a pet, or a badly maintained road, you are an impediment to the freedom and purity that is cycling and a total waste of space and/or oxygen.

Perception of Vehicle Drivers:

While I am driving, if you are smaller; slower; a cyclist; a deer; squirrel, or raccoon; or any other animate or inanimate object, you are an impediment to the entitlement of all like me who choose to display their detachment from reality by bludgeoning into a salsa-like pulp said impediments in much the same way a rampaging Hun on cocaine with a one-ton-plus steel projectile would.

Perception of Pedestrians:

What? There are other objects in the universe that move at a greater velocity than me as I casually stroll into your path? You must be kidding.At least, this is what I perceive on my bike commute to work.

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Run, Slacker, Run

I didn’t come to enjoy running naturally. It was forced on me in my teens by angry store clerks trying to chase down my punk shoplifting thug-butt (eventually, I learned the hard way that this “pursuit” was something I should probably discontinue).Let me back up. I did run a fair bit as a little girl, with that same joyous abandon most kids experience. Until one day, my dad, who was a world class track athlete and coach, challenged me to a race. Naturally, he didn’t let me win, preferring to teach me to get tough through experiencing bitter disappointment (still trying to puzzle out that lesson). But he did pass on some, er, dubious, advice: during a race, run as hard as you can and keep running, even if it hurts. As seven-year-olds are some of the wisest people on the planet, me being no exception, I thought to myself, “Are you smoking crack, dear father of mine? Why would I intentionally do something that hurts?” Okay, granted, I didn’t really know what crack was, but you get the idea. Hence, my dearth of running until my teens when not paying for cigarettes and Doritos was more appealing than, well, paying for them, and I undertook my short-lived grocery store sprinting career.After giving up the shoplifting and the smoking, I kept running when I had to, but I never really got that sense of pleasure from it that hardcore runners tell you about. Still, I had some of the greatest running mixed tape compilations for my Walkman ever made (for anyone reading this who was born after 1990, a Walkman was a small, portable tape player that preceded iPods and Zunes. What’s that? What’s a tape? Uh, nevermind...).So why do I run now? A person with my woefully short attention span can't be limited to just one physical activity, and I need something to supplement roadbiking. I choose running because it is much less dangerous than mountainbiking, a sport that requires both balance and the ability to think while moving at speeds that exceed 30mph, all the while dodging killer rocks and roots, stumps and fence posts, cacti and branches, and...you get the idea. I’m enough of a hazard (see photo) to myself on two legs; add speed and an elevated center of gravity, combined with all of the “gifts” of Mother Nature, and I’m pretty much a rolling corpse on a mountain bike.The other reason, however, is more sublime. I’ve never been fast, but somewhere along the line, I learned to enjoy the consistent rhythm of running. Apparently my endorphin glands finally hit a growth spurt when I quit sky diving and my adrenalin glands withered. Human-powered sports, including roadbiking, backpacking, and rockclimbing, have always felt right to me, and running fosters such an epic sense of freedom and resiliency. Getting somewhere under your own steam and having the time and opportunity to enjoy the sights and sounds as you go is truly one of the best feelings you can't buy in stores. It’s not unlike writing a book or a short story; there is a lot of suffering and self-doubt as you move along the continuum towards the end, but when you get there, you feel like shouting for joy and hugging a complete stranger, even if they smell kinda bad. Endorphins, baby, blame the endorphins.Which all leads to the reason for this post. I hadn’t planned on blogging again until next year, but suddenly this winter, I found myself questioning my toughness (damn you, dear father). You see, it’s frickin’ cold here. COLD, and I’d all but quit running. As an illustration, I ran the Continental Divide Trail Run in Steamboat Springs in August—sixteen miles of suffering through some of themost gorgeous scenery to ever behold—and have run a grand total of twenty or so miles since. Yep. In my defense, I have the most wicked new bike trainer ever, which has been getting some extreme use, so it’s not as if I’ve been a total slacker.But I couldn’t do it; I couldn’t live with being confined to the indoors due to the potential for a little tiny bit of frostbite. I mean c’mon, if Beck Weathers could lose most of both arms and feet, and his nose to the cold, what’s losing feeling in my hands for a few hours? So I convinced a couple of friends—I’ll call them the Cruiser and the Torpedo—to come suffer in the frigid temps with me during the Littleton Winter Distance Series. I’ll post summaries ofthese races as they occur.Plus, I needed some more t-shirts. First race is December 17th, so I better go run.

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USA Pro Cycling Challenge Turns Simple Girl Into Blithering Fan-girl

The Boss

Holy Awesome Cycling Race, what a week it’s been! Since last Sunday, Colorado has turned into one of the finest cycling destinations in the world. The new USA Pro Cycling Challenge (aka the Sandwich Race) has drawn two of the finest things about sports to this little mountain state: some of the greatest athletes in the world and even more of the greatest fans in the world. Sure, some people get a little out of control and tend to piss off the riders, but these guys are not without their defenses. Watch this video carefully as Team Radio Shack rider comes over Swan Mountain during Stage 5.

Us simple Rocky Mountain High-ers were favored by the appearance of such greats as this year’s winner of Le Tour de France, Cadel Evans, whose massive jaw was also invited despite the team having to reserve it it’s own seat on the international flight over; second and third place runners up of the Tour, Andy and Fränk Schleck, aka the Wonder Twins, aka Frandy; Jens Voigt, the hardest man in cycling; and of course, Levi Leipheimer, he of the diminutive stature but massive mountain-, time trial-, and overall road-crushing skills. Team Garmin-Cervelo knocked it out of the park with their fantastic team strategy, and many other amazing riders displayed their grit, endurance, and pure ferocity in the blistering heat and altitude that is a Colorado summer.

Needless to say, I had to extend my own deadline for allowed cycle race watching this year just to catch this inaugural event. The race’s details can all be found at any cycling site you choose, but the real highlight--I think anyone who was there can agree--was seeing part of this race in person.

A few pics to commemorate the occasion (mostly taken by Mr. Universally Talented and Prepared, as not only did three of my camera batteries die, but also my iPhone).

Undie Guy: A Fan

Gobernacion's Alejandro Ramirez

Le Peloton

Levi and Peloton

HTC's Lachlan Norris

HTC's Peter Velits

BMC's Hincapie and Brookwalter and Peloton
Rabobank's Ten Dam

My nerdy signs
And for the icing on the cake, I leave you with the best cycling fan video ever made.

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Road Ride

Had a great road ride yesterday with Mr. Universally Talented. Winds were gusting up to 30mph, but it was in the mid-80s and, WTF, we're on the Front Range. If we can't handle a little wind we may as well go back to Oregon, right? We did about 26 miles with 1700ft elevation gain. That may not sound like much, but 1200ft were in the span of about 4 miles, so it felt like ALOT! I was just grateful not to have another viewing of the breakfast burrito I had eaten earlier in the morning. The great thing about this part of the mountains is that the wind is always blowing from the west, and sometimes also from the south. So, as long as you start your ride heading into the mountains and end it heading towards the flats, you'll have a kickass tailwind. Which we did. We managed a span of about 8 miles doing between 30-35 mph. It was suh-weet!