Just Life | Steve Tilford

I’ve never thought much about being from Kansas. When I first started racing, no one I raced with had ever been or even considered going to Kansas. I convinced a bunch of other juniors that here in Kansas we only had 2 paved roads and one stop light where they intersected. I also convinced them that the showed the Wizard of Oz every Friday night and most of the people watched it.

A couple years later, I got good enough to ride the Red Zinger/Coor’s Classic. It was thought of as a mountainous stage race by most everyone including the fans. Usually the prologue was a short climbing time trial. When they would call me up to the line and announce my name and hometown, the crowd would instantly get loud, mainly laughing. I guess it was amusing to them, thinking that I was from a place, where they presumed, was the flattest place on the planet.

Flash forward am a bit, I started racing the full time MTB circuit. If I thought the response I received at the Coor’s race from the spectators was loud, it was nothing compared to being announced as the first Mountain Bike National Champion from Kansas. After many races, strangers would come up to me, saying the weirdest things. Like, “We only stopped by to see what was going on, but when they announced you were from Kansas, we stayed to the finish to see if you could finish.”

I’ve heard it all. Driving back through the border control from Canada, the woman asked me where I was from and I said Topeka, Kansas. She said, “Oh, I’m sorry.” That was about the worst I’ve heard.

I once asked some friends, I had known for a long time, if they thought it was strange I lived in Kansas. There was a hesitation, like they were thinking about whether it would hurt my feeling, but then they all said yes. It surprised me. I thought it would have come up in conversation sometime previously. I sort of understood, though. I don’t know many people from Alabama or Dakota and haven’t really spent much time in either place, so if I hung out with someone from either of those states, I’d have some questions.

Kansas isn’t all that flat. At least Eastern Kansas isn’t. Western Kansas that morphs into Eastern Colorado is long and flat. Eastern Kansas has glacial deposits, so it is pretty hilly. All big ring climbs, but lots of hills. Just check out Strava for some of my rides. We usually get about 500-800 feet of climbing every 10 miles. That isn’t flat.

And Kansas doesn’t have the winters of Minnesota. The coldest day of the year is January 10th and the average daily high is 37. Don’t get me wrong, it could be -10 that day also, but our winters are fairly mild compared to many states North of us. There are normally only a handful of days in the winter that I can’t ride my road bike. And for that matter, the summers aren’t like Texas. It is hot here, but nothing like Texas that can easily get over 100 days of 100 degree temperatures.

I got thinking about all this because of my trip to Seattle. I travel a lot. And get to go to really great places all over the country and world. And I look at these places as a visitor. I only see the great aspects of the area and ignore the downsides. Off course I recognize obvious “problems” like huge amounts of traffic, etc. But, in general, I tend to overlook the bad sides of an area and soak up the differences that seem extraordinary.

But when I went up to Seattle and Catherine was staying there, I looked at the area much differently. Of course I saw the beauty and appreciated the diversity of restaruants, etc. But, I paid way more attention to the downside of being there permanently, exactly the opposite of how I observe an area when I’m just travelling through. I’d never really done this before. It makes me wonder if I’ve been unfair to other places I’ve been, judging them by the short term beauty and fun and not by the livability of the area.

Livability is what is important for a permanent residence. And that is up to each one of us to decide what is important to help make that decision.

The riding around Eastern Kansas is great. Lots of roads, no traffic to speak of. The weather is great too. The prices of houses and most everything is dirt cheap compared to the rest of the country. Locally, in Topeka, we are lacking choices of good food. Our grocery stores are run of the mill compared to those from Seattle or California. Our restaurants suck on a major sucking scale. But, it is very livable. At least for me.

I heard a few years ago some guy say, “Kansas is a great place to live, but I wouldn’t want to visit.” I couldn’t have said it better.

You don’t always need water or mountains for beauty.

We have some of the best sunsets in the world.

I took this yesterday on the ride.

This is the only flat area around Topeka, the river bottom .

I spent most of the day yesterday on my knees. I woke up feeling a kind of under the weather, didn’t feel like just laying around all day, so I decided to go over to the Walberg’s to help Keith and Catherine get their house ready to show to sell. Next thing I know, I’m tearing the layers of flooring out of the two bathrooms upstairs.

The realtor suggested they put tile in the bathrooms. That made sense, but when you think about it, why wouldn’t all realtors want you to fix up all the houses that they are planning on listing. They make more commission, or at the least, they sell the home, making their commissions, quicker. They aren’t the ones spending the money to upgrade the home. I have a friend, Joe Irwin, who says any house he sells is as is, where it is. That makes a lot of sense to me.

Anyway, there were a couple layers of vinyl down which was nearly impossible to tear up. Upon closer inspection, they put a 1/4″ layer of plywood down, so prying that off the floor exposed pretty pristine wood. I think construction is nearly the best cross training a cyclist can do. You do so many different motions that you would never do normally. I’ve been trying to get my shoulder working better, pretty much the whole year. I did do 30 push ups yesterday morning, which was mildly motivating, but working for 10 hours on this bathroom after was 1000X better/harder. I am so sore today I can hardly move.

I probably walked up and down their two flights of stairs 100 times yesterday. I know that doesn’t seem like much, but I live in a ranch house, so I’m not doing stairs much. Carrying cement board, mixing and moving thinset, etc. just adds to the workout. My hamstrings are usually worse than they seem to be today. Maybe that will be a slow process and they will get more sore as the day goes on. It is always humbling when I consider how well I can tune my body to do one specific thing athletically and then when I attempt to do other things that fall out of that range, I am so horrible at them.

I’m doing a cyclocross clinic down in Dallas this weekend. I’m not sure that sitting a car for 10 hours is the best way to loosen up, but that is what I’m doing. I needed to start doing some different motions, so it’s all good.