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Hi. My name is Leigh and I’m a mountain biking addict.

5/10/2014

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Andrea and Colleen riding up the Pali chair.

This morning I awoke to the curse of  7 inches of fresh snow in the past 24 hours per my phone’s powder alert app. Yesterday’s report was 5 inches. That’s a foot in 2 days for all the math geeks out there. So I was begrudgingly forced to crawl around and bring my skis back upstairs, find some insulated gloves and snowpants, and prepare myself for another day without wheels. It had been a solid week since I had gone on a legit bike ride on dirt. Andrea and Colleen picked me up at 8 am and off I went, to the only ski area that is still open in Summit County, A-Basin. We chatted about our plans for tomorrow and what we’d been up to lately. Andrea asked me from the driver’s seat, “do you think you might be addicted to mountain biking?” I didn’t hesitate for a single heartbeat before answering, “oh yeah.”

We proceeded to make turns in powder and the other girls seemed to be really enjoying themselves. I felt like such a sour grape. I do enjoy skiing. No, really I do. We’ve  had some glorious powder days this year. Today might have been one of them. But for me, all I could think about was riding my bike on some singletrack.

I work as a family nurse practitioner. That means I’m constantly coming up with diagnoses and trying to help my patients live more healthy lives. My medical background and education give me some knowledge about addiction. And, may also lead to a very serious tone in this blogpost. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) is the bible of the American Psychiatric Association. Psychiatrists and other mental health professionals refer to it to diagnose patients with mental health disorders. The latest edition, the DSM V, kind of blows. So I will refer to the DSM IV.

Addiction (termed substance dependence by the American Psychiatric Association) is 
defined as a maladaptive pattern of substance use leading to clinically significant impairment 
or distress, as manifested by three (or more) of the following, occurring any time in the same 
12-month period: 
 
1. Tolerance, as defined by either of the following: 
 (a) A need for markedly increased amounts of the substance to achieve intoxication or 
the desired effect 
 or 
 (b) Markedly diminished effect with continued use of the same amount of the substance. 
2. Withdrawal, as manifested by either of the following: 
 (a) The characteristic withdrawal syndrome for the substance 
 or 
(b) The same (or closely related) substance is taken to relieve or avoid withdrawal 
symptoms. 
3. The substance is often taken in larger amounts or over a longer period than intended. 
4. There is a persistent desire or unsuccessful efforts to cut down or control substance use. 
5. A great deal of time is spent in activities necessary to obtain the substance (such as 
visiting multiple doctors or driving long distances), use the substance (for example, 
chain-smoking), or recover from its effects. 
6. Important social, occupational, or recreational activities are given up or reduced because 
 of substance use. 
7. The substance use is continued despite knowledge of having a persistent physical or 
psychological problem that is likely to have been caused or exacerbated by the 
substance (for example, current cocaine use despite recognition of cocaine-induced 
depression or continued drinking despite recognition that an ulcer was made worse by 
alcohol consumption). 
 
DSM-IV criteria for substance dependence include several specifiers, one of which outlines 
whether substance dependence is with physiologic dependence (evidence of tolerance or 
withdrawal) or without physiologic dependence (no evidence of tolerance or withdrawal). In 
addition, remission categories are classified into four subtypes: (1) full, (2) early partial, (3) 
sustained, and (4) sustained partial; on the basis of whether any of the criteria for abuse or 
dependence have been met and over what time frame. The remission category can also be 
used for patients receiving agonist therapy (such as methadone maintenance) or for those 
living in a controlled, drug-free environment. 
 
Source: American Psychiatric Association. Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental 
Disorders. Fourth Edition. Washington, DC: American Psychiatric Association, 2000. 


So to meet the criteria, I’ll only need to demonstrate 3 (or more) of those characteristics up above. Lets go down the list in an orderly fashion:

1. Tolerance. That’s an easy one. In the cycling world we call this conditioning. And yes, I have acquired some tolerance. I like my rides to last between 2-10 hours.

2. Withdrawal. Do I get irritable when I haven’t had a good ride in too long. You bet. *See above. *See below for my meager attempt at substituting a similar substance to avoid withdrawal.

3. The substance is taken in larger amounts over a longer period of time than intended. I have a special word for this: “epics.” Its a noun. Epics are typically unintended, but remembered fondly, once recovery from said epic has occurred. Yup, I got this one too.

4. Persistent desire to cut down and control use. Not really. But I am genuinely trying to cut back on racing this year. Ask anyone. Its true. So far I’ve only registered for 1 race. And it hasn’t been easy. So I would say I meet this criterion as well. That’s 4:4, but lets keep going.

5. Do I spend a great deal of time trying to get to trailheads, staring at bike porn, in the saddle and recovering from rides. Well, duh.

6. Important activities are given up because of use. This one is fuzzy because mountain biking is my social and recreational activity of choice. (I’m sure junkies have said the same thing about heroin). But it doesn’t pay the bills. I haven’t actually given up or lost a job because of mountain biking. But I have missed work due to races and injuries. Lets say I don’t meet this one because its a little grey.

7. Do I keep riding, despite multiple head injuries, numerous scars and scabs, loss of 1 tooth and a good bit of facial tissue? Yes. Have people told me its not good for me? Yes.

So I meet 6:7 of the diagnostic criteria above. But what about the definition itself? “A maladaptive pattern of ‘substance’ use leading to clinically significant impairment or distress.” Here’s the real tricky part. Is mountain biking maladaptive? Does it cause me significant impairment?

So after I had my fill of skiing the fresh powder this morning, (I lasted a whole whopping hour), I sat in Andrea’s car and waited for one of the other girls to wander down and be ready to go ride bikes. Colleen wasn’t feeling well, so she and I bailed while Andrea kept skiing (all day long I presume- she might have an addiction of her own). At home, I frantically made some tunes to my new rigid singlespeed and checked the weather reports everywhere within an hour drive, trying to predict the driest place to ride. I gambled on Eagle, CO and off I went. I drove through soaking rain to get there, hoping against all hope that somehow it would be dry enough to ride when I arrived. About 5 minutes from the trailhead, 2 tears ran down my face as I resigned myself to my fate. I could either ride the wet trails and cause unethical trail damage, or I could turn around and drive home, my craving left unsatisfied. 
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Making lemonade when the sky rains lemons.

I compromised and went for a trail run instead. This wasn’t terrible. I used to love running. Well, at least I loved the part when it was over. The whole time I was thinking how the trail wasn’t that wet, and I could probably ride it without making too much of a mess. Soon I was back at the car and faced with a decision. There was a skinny, spandex-clad fellow changing into dry clothes at the trailhead and I sized up his carbon hardtail and the extra pounds of clay that were coating it. We chatted a bit about the weather and our mutual dilemma. I could tell he didn’t get enough of a ride in. He drove off and I sulked for a little bit longer while the rain picked up. I drove home, thinking about how if I moved to the Pacific Northwest, I could ride year round, rain, shine or snow. 

Yes I have a problem. But its part of who I am. I may demonstrate some maladaptive behaviors and I do exhibit distress related to my problem. But at least I can admit that I have a problem. What about you?

PS- I am about to cry again as I just got a winter storm warning in my inbox. 

Summit County trail conditions: Facebook page- Like it!

Recent article I read about mountain biking addiction. I think it has a bit too strong of a Jeff Foxworthy element for my tastes, but it also makes some valid points: 20 signs your addicted to mountain biking
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Spring Tune-Up

5/1/2014

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Mud Season. It was a new one for me when I first moved to the high country of Summit County, Colorado. Now its a painful slogan for the periods of time in between winter and summer, when everything turns to soup. Trails are un-ridable and the snowpack is dismal. The locals tend to migrate to high mountaintops or low desert areas, depending on their preferred sport. As amateur, yet competitive mountain bikers, or ‘Chics who shred,’ as we fondly refer to ourselves, we prefer the desert. So when Kelly suggested a 2-day, private skills clinic in Moab, with one of our favorite coaches, Wendy Palmer, we jumped at the opportunity. The 4 of us ladies hail from Steamboat Springs, Boulder, Frisco, and Grand Junction, Colorado. We’ve all been riding singletrack for years and we all enjoy racing, be it Endurance, XC, CX, DH or our latest favorite and the discipline that brought us together, Enduro.

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Day one:

We rolled into Moab later than planned and camped and crashed with locals, excited for what morning would bring. When 9am came around we arrived at the Moab bike park, not quite bright-eyed or bushy-tailed, but ready to roll. Conditions were a bit blustery. Wendy gave us a brief pep talk and put us on the pump track for a few laps to get an idea where we were all at, skills-wise. 

We all rode on flat pedals, which for some of us is not our prefered choice of bike-propulsion-platform. I had personally been on platforms for about a month, after having read an article about how everyone ought to ride platforms at some point, because if you can do it on platforms, chances are, you are using proper technique. Wendy seemed to be of a similar mindset. So, as instructed, all four of us practiced our manuals, bunny hops and pumps, on flat pedals, as a progression towards hitting the jumps and practice drop-boxes. Alas, the winds picked up and we did not get a whole lot of airtime. 
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For our afternoon session, we elected to ride Hymasa/Amasa and work on corners and small techy-sections. One of the major benefits of booking our own private clinic, was that in addition to choosing the coach of our dreams, we got to choose where to ride and what to work on. Sadly, we couldn’t reserve Amasa Back all to ourselves, and the afternoon break in the nasty weather saw dozens of Jeepers and other mountain bike-enthusiasts out on the trail. We tried our best to play nice and share the trail. At the end of the coaching portion, we bid adieu to Wendy and decided to practice putting it all together. We had a lovely evening ride on Ahab (a minor mishap leading to a nearly epic finale with two girls cuddling beneath SuperVan in a thunderstorm), and then rolled back into town to celebrate with friends. 
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Day two:

We opted to arrange our own shuttle for Porcupine Rim, one of my all-time favorite trails in the world.  We made a last minute decision to push back our meeting time an hour later in the morning. Partly so that we could give the fresh snow an extra 60 minutes of thaw-time, and partly so that we had extra time to recover from the late night revelling that took place in honor of a successful fundraiser for Pedal for Chi on Saturday night. So we all loaded into SuperVan and enjoyed the scenery on our ride up Sand Flats Road. It really is jaw-dropping to see the red slickrock covered in a layer of wet frosting in the early spring. And the real treat comes when your wheels bite into a slice of the hero dirt that is created by the little bit of extra moisture. 

Highlights from day 2 included: 

*Our trademark victory “meows.” 

*Meredith getting hit on by a posse of spandex-wearing, middle-aged men, none of whom wanted to try riding the Snotch. 
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*All of us polishing the all important “pump and snap.”

*Sienna’s scream of joy when she landed the extra credit drop in front of a another posse of spandex-wearing, middle-aged men. 




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**And most of all, hanging with a sweet group of BAMF- chics who shred. 

In hindsight, I wish I would've done this sooner. Booking a private skills clinic in Moab was ideal for us. Having the freedom to choose where we rode, which skills we worked on and the power to rearrange our schedule based on the weather conditions and the severity of our hangovers was key to making it a successful weekend. The skills and confidence we gained this early in the season are difficult to quantify. I can’t wait to get out there and crush this year.
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    Leigh Bowe

    Rides bikes, a lot. Heals people. Fond of thinking and knitting. 

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