Legacy, Hope, and a Just Peace in the Middle East

July 22, 2015

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The most volatile region of the world in our time is the Middle East where religious, political, economic, and environmental challenges defy our attempts to understand or resolve. This year’s General Assembly of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) provided several opportunities for examining this region, the most impassioned being the international dinner sponsored by the Board of Global Ministries and the Council on Christian Unity.

Five hundred people crowded into a banquet hall and after enjoying a typical hotel dinner listened to an address delivered by Munib Younan, bishop of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Jordan and the Holy Land. He is the third Palestinian to be consecrated to this office, which took place on January 5, 1998, at the Evangelical Lutheran Church of the Redeemer in Jerusalem.

Younan was educated in Palestine and Finland and has been active in several faith organizations throughout his ministry. He was the first to translate the Augsburg Confession, one of the key documents of the Lutheran Church, into Arabic. He is an active participant is several ecumenical and interfaith dialogues in Jerusalem.

Bishop Younan chose not to entertain his audience with a typical after dinner speech. Instead, he proclaimed a long, tightly written exposition of the issues in that region as they are understood by the Arab Christian community.

He emphasized the fact that his people have been Christians for 2,000 years, and have lived peacefully with their Muslim neighbors for 1,400 years. They reject the paternalism that often characterizes the work of Western Christians who want to help. Instead, he told the audience, the Arab Christians of the Middle East have much to teach the rest of us.

With even great fervor, Younan rejected the anti-Islamic language that so often is sounded by some Christian leaders from North American Churches.

A central theme of this comprehensive address was that the religions around the world must be faithful to the central core that is present in all of these traditions. Although expressed in different language, this unifying theme is that our duty in this world is to love God and love our neighbors. The essential corollary is that all people everywhere, and certainly throughout the Middle East, must reject violence.

Boldly, this Arab Christian leader addressed factors the impinge upon American policies with respect to the Middle East and made it clear that resolving disputes revolving around Jerusalem is crucial for reaching a new level of peace in this part of the world.

Younan spoke with a passion that is rare in public lectures, and I eagerly await the release of his address so that it can be widely disseminated and thoroughly discussed by church people everywhere.

Younan was the speaker or seminar leader at other places in the assembly’s program, but this banquet was his major presentation, and the next morning he returned to Jerusalem.

My one regret is that his address had not been scheduled for one of the all-assembly evening programs. A much larger audience would have experienced his passion and received his analysis of the role of American Christian in religious and political issues related to the Middle East. Substantive evening programs is one of the traditions that deserve to be kept in the design of these gatherings.

One of the topics of conversation in this year’s General Assembly is the future of national and international gatherings like this. During the sixty years that I have attended these gatherings, they have changed in several important ways. Of course, they will continue to evolve and I find it difficult to imagine what the future holds.

But whatever that future may be, churches will always need to demonstrate that they exist in various modes of being—in the interpersonal relations of small groups and local congregations, but also as broad-scale communities bound together by faith, well-reasoned theological conviction, vigorous ethical commitments, and limitless courage in the struggles to transform the life of the world.


Lights and music at a church convention

July 20, 2015

Opening Worship

Columbus, Ohio: General Assembly of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). The opening session of this biennial gathering of my small, left-leaning denomination featured a stage full of musicians—a mass choir of singers from churches across the United States and Canada, keyboards galore, other music makers, vocal ensembles, and solo voices. The worship evening included dramatic readers, a full-voiced preacher, and a concluding celebration of Holy Communion at the Welcome Table. All was fast-paced, highly amplified, and bathed in a constantly changing light show.

In quiet time following the benediction, I remembered the first national gathering of my church that I attended. It was in 1953 when the event was called the International Convention of Disciples of Christ. Billie and I had been married for one year and earlier that summer had graduated from our church’s small college in Eugene, Oregon. Since Portland was our hometown, it was easy to attend the Convention.

The evening assemblies, as best I can remember, were held in the Civic Auditorium, which was a standard performance hall with stage in the front and rows of seats filling most of the space. Lighting and sound systems were designed for stage performances, lectures, music events, and high school graduations. Other convention activities were scattered around the central part of Portland, at First Christian Church, other churches nearby, and the Masonic Temple across the shaded arcade that is still a distinctive feature in this part of Portland.

Two experiences from that convention remain as vivid parts of my life’s store of significant memories.

The first was a brief conversation with Orman L. Shelton, dean of the Butler University School of Religion. I had been accepted as a student and later that summer Billie and I would drive to Indianapolis so that I could begin my studies for the standard degree that would lead to ordination. We knew only one person from that school, Ronald E. Osborn, who had taught at our college during our first year and then had moved to the seminary faculty.

I had chosen the School of Religion because of its reputation and because most of the Disciples’ general offices were also located in Indianapolis. Students also were assured that they would be able to secure employment as pastors of small churches through central Indiana.

Shelton was immaculately attired in a light brown, tropical suit, with white shirt and color-coordinated tie. The most memorable aspect of his personal presence, however, was the mesmerizing way that he looked at me. Never before nor in all of the years since have I been so affected by a person’s gaze.

Years later, one of the seminary’s long-time professors, Alfred Edyvean, told me that he too had been affected in that way when he first met Shelton. For him, however, the purpose of the conversation was for Edyvean to come to the faculty to teach public speaking, preaching, and drama.

My second remembrance is the exhibit hall. I had grown up in a small Independent Christian Church, to use the terminology of that period, on Portland’s southwest exurban border. The International Convention, however, was the showcase of the Cooperative Christian Churches. Although in much of the country these two factions had largely parted company, in Oregon they maintained an uneasy continuity of association.

Although I was well acquainted with the issues in this intra-church dispute and leaned slightly toward the Cooperative side, the Portland convention was my first exposure to the character and scope of mainstream Disciples. The exhibit hall was where I could see it clearly displayed. The various program agencies were well represented: the United Christian Missionary Society, the Pension Fund to which I was already subscribed, and the National Benevolent Society whose work at the Beaverton Christian Home was familiar to me. Church related academic institutions, such as Texas Christian University and the seminary where I would be studying, had their representatives on hand.

For the first time, I realized that my church was far more expansive than the family-based congregation in a sub-standard building on an obscure side street near an abandoned railroad track where my Christian life had been formed.

During the sixty-two years since that Portland convention, I have attended many of these national gatherings. My deepest involvement was the year that my colleague and mentor, Ronald E. Osborn, was president of the convention. He asked me to coordinate worship for the evening sessions. Everything was different then. In those days, music would be provided by organizations like the host city’s symphony orchestra, and the choir would sing anthems from the classical repertoire. Scripture readings, prayers, and sermons were the same kind of activity that would take place on Sundays in churches across the country, except elevated to the grander scale called for by the auditoriums where the conventions took place.

Times have changed, and so have the churches. Of course, the national gatherings have to change, too. But is this year’s General Assembly the way things should go? (To be continued; photo by Russ Smith)


In God’s Time: A Hymn Festival at Sweeney Chapel, Indianapolis

July 15, 2015

Sweeney Chapel

Sweeney Chapel on the campus of Christian Theological Seminary, Indianapolis, is one of the most distinctive churches in the nation. It was designed by architect Edward Larrabee Barnes as the final element in a modern campus that he described as pre-Gothic in style.

When the seminary began using this space in 1987, however, some of the faculty and students responded unfavorably to the facility. Although it was a moderately sized room when compared with some of the larger Indianapolis churches, its classic proportions, austere whiteness, reverberant acoustics, hard surfaces, and lack of adornment conveyed a sense of formality and distance rather than the intimacy that was becoming a mark of contemporary liturgical practice.

Responding to these concerns, the architect proposed a rearrangement of the pews and designed other appointments to be used when a closer sense of community was desired. The architect’s acoustical consultant helped the seminary overcome difficulties that had been experienced when the chapel was first used. Over time, the community and the building came together.

As director of the chapel when it was designed and for the first years it was in use, I reveled in the space and was inspired by a sense of awe that was conveyed by the “sacred emptiness” which architect Barnes, citing theologian Paul Tillich, declared was its primary symbol of the divine.

The immense Latin cross of hammered stainless steel, its liturgical furniture, and the striking baptismal pool declared that the room was designed to be a Christian house of worship.

Although I retired and moved away from Indianapolis twenty years ago, these remembrances were kindled on July 13, 2015, when I was on campus briefly to use the library. A small sign near the chapel entrance announced “Hymn Festival: In God’s Time” 3:45–5:00. I rearranged my schedule in order to participate.

CTS Chapel 1

When I entered the chapel at 3:30, it was already filled. Two hundred fifty people were occupying all the seating and the stone bench that lines two of the chapel walls. They were rehearsing the anthem that they—serving simultaneously as congregation and choir—would sing as part of the service. The program books that everyone carried indicated that the American Guild of Organists, Great Lakes Region, was holding its 2015 convention in Indianapolis and this event was part of its program.

The festival included the singing of nine hymns, from differing periods of congregational song. Some stanzas were sung in unison, others in parts, some with cantor but most of them with the full congregation doing all of the singing. In addition to the Holtkamp organ, a string quartette, flute, percussion, and grand piano were used to accompany our song.

The officiant for the service was Robert A. Schilling who for forty-one years had served as minister of music and the arts at North United Methodist Church, a short distance away, and for twenty of these years had also been an adjunct faculty member at Butler University whose campus adjoins the seminary. Reader for the service was D. Paul Thomas, actor, director, and playwright with a distinguished record. He too is a resident of Indianapolis.

Holtkamp OrganThey knew how to speak in a room with the reverberant qualities of the chapel and their strong voices intensified the power of the words they spoke: readings from the Bible and poets from earlier years and our own time, and prayers from several sources. For his voluntary at the beginning of the service, Ryan Brunkhurst who attends Indiana University-Jacobs School of Music and studies organ performance with Dr. Janette Fishell, chose Toccata and Fugue in E Major by J. S. Bach and Partita on Nettleton by Joel Martinson. His concluding voluntary was Prelude and Fugue in B Major by Marcel Dupré.

Of course, the congregational song was the most powerful part of the service. The texts were strong and the tunes vibrant and singable. These examples of Christian song combined a sense of the grandeur of God and the beauty of the world in which we live. At the same time, they acknowledged the many-sided character of life in the world.

The themes of death and resurrection as well as the reality of despair and hope resounded throughout the service.

CTS Chapel 3The service was conducted with a degree of formality that is suitable in public events when people are affirming their deepest commitments in life. There was nothing trivial or sentimental about this festival, yet it conveyed a strong emotional impact. The liturgy invoked the mystery of faith and confidence that the God we know through Jesus Christ comes to us in love which is “the key of life and death,” using words from a poem by Christina Rossetti. A poem by Maya Angelou closed the service with lines that affirm that “love costs all we are” yet is the one force “which sets us free.”


Bringing water to the arid Southwest: William Mulholland as exemplar of success and failure

July 2, 2015

StandifordThroughout human history the American Southwest has been a land where the manipulation of water has allowed the deserts to bloom and support highly concentrated urban areas. Pre-discovery societies succeeded in creating concentrated hydrological societies that survived for long periods of time before over-reaching their capabilities, but the American achievements since the latter part of the nineteenth century have been much grander in scale, both in the technical manipulation of water supplies and in the grandeur of the civilization that has emerged.

The list of cities that manifest this American achievement includes Denver, Las Vegas, Phoenix, Tucson, San Francisco, greater Los Angeles, and San Diego. The greatest splendor, of course, is exhibited by Los Angeles and the cluster of cities that revolve around this urban core.

Although many people participated in the development of the modern American Southwest, William Mulholland stands out. In his biography of this heroic figure, Les Standiford recounts the details of Mulholland’s achievement, but also portrays the tragic possibilities that accompany greatness.

Mulholland spent his entire career working for the Los Angeles Water Company, beginning as a laborer in the late 1880s, soon becoming superintendent. With the city’s population reaching 9,000, he recognized the potential for growth and quickly became convinced that this potential could only be realized if the city could find resources for a vastly increased water supply.

The source that quickly came into view was the Owens Valley more than 200 miles distant in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Mulholland concluded that rights to the water could be secured and that an aqueduct could be built that would transport this perpetual stream of water down to the city of Los Angeles, thus assuring its growth far into the future. His clarity of vision, engineering acumen, and political skills enabled him to launch this almost unimaginable project.

On November 5, 1913, following ceremonies at a place called the Cascade, below the Newhall Pass, the wheels were turned that allowed the Sierra water to flow into the city’s water supply system.

The project was never without controversy, which continued after its completion. People in and around Los Angeles, some in high places, opposed the project from the very beginning. Others lived in the towns and cities of the Owens Valley that had been radically changed by all of the real estate, financial, political, and environmental factors that had been involved. This continuing distress, of course, dimmed the sense of achievement that Mulholland and his colleagues could enjoy.

None of this could have prepared them, however, for the disaster that happened during the night of March 12, 1928. Two years earlier the 195-foot high St. Francis Dam had been completed as part of an auxiliary storage system for the water coming from the Owens Valley to Los Angeles. The selection of the site for this dam and many of its engineering specifications had been provided by Mulholland himself. After the dam’s completion, he concluded that it was safe despite certain disquieting factors that the operations staff called to his attention.

The dam collapsed, sending a torrent of 12.5 billion gallons of water cascading through San Francisquito Canyon. Some 450 people lost their lives, “a disaster outdone in California history only by the 1906 San Francisco earthquake” (7). This dam’s collapse “is considered to be among the world civil engineering disasters in US history” (245).

In public hearings following the disaster, “Civil Engineer Mulholland was a pitiable figure,” according to some reports. “Questioning had hardly begun when he broke in with the remark, ‘On an occasion like this, I envy the dead’” (247–8).

The jury agreed that there had been serious mistakes by the Los Angeles Water Board and Mulholland himself, but found no evidence of criminal intent and no criminal prosecution took place. He continued working for the water bureau, but retired early in 1929. His remaining years were marked by diminished capabilities and he died on July 22, 1935.

Standiford notes that Mulholland could easily be described as a workaholic, and remembrances of his family seem to confirm that judgment. He then tempers that judgment by saying that “it was not a simple issue in Mulholland’s case. In his eyes, he had been blessed with the opportunity to do work that he loved. If some men dreamed of being free of their work, he looked forward to doing his” (210).

Although the manipulation of water in the desert Southwest has continued for nearly a century since the disaster that concluded Mulholland’s career, signs are pointing to a crisis that threatens the entire system and the civilization that it has supported. Like Mulholland, we have enjoyed this era of great achievements. Could it be that we now need to learn how to face disaster?

Water to the Angels: William Mulholland, His Monumental Aqueduct, and the Rise of Los Angeles, by Les Standiford (New York: Collins, 2015). Standiford has written twenty books and novels and is director of the creative writing program at Florida International University in Miami.


The crooked-timber tradition of how to live and what to live for

June 18, 2015

Road to Character coverOn the first page of the Introduction, David Brooks establishes the framework for this book by distinguishing between résumé virtues and eulogy virtues. The one kind you list on applications for work and the other kind is recited at your funeral. Eulogy virtues, Brooks writes, are generally a better sign of your character than those given in résumés. He then cites Joseph Soloveitchik’s 1965 book Lonely Man of Faith in which the writer refers to the two accounts of creation in Genesis and argues that they “represent the two opposing sides of our nature, which he calls Adam I and Adam II” (xi).

We could say, Brooks continues, “that Adam I is the career-oriented, ambitious side of our nature” who wants to build, create, produce, and discover things.” In contrast, Adam II is the internal Adam” who “wants to embody certain moral qualities. Adam II wants to have a serene inner character, a quiet but solid sense of right and wrong—not only to do good, but to be good” (xii).

We live in a culture, Brooks continues, that nurtures Adam I and neglects Adam II. In order to combat this tendency, we need to focus strongly on the inner values and resist the tendency toward shallowness. “A humiliating gap opens up between your actual self and your desired self.” At this point, some readers may be inclined to dismiss Brooks’ newest book as another example of over-generalization on the basis of a modest body of factual data. How can any writer speak as though there is one culture in a nation as large and complex as the United States? Even segments of the American people—such as a generation, or those living in a particular region, or an ethnic or sociologically defined group—are too complicated to be summarized in a few paragraphs or pages.

Despite this reservation, two reasons can be given for continuing with the book. The first is that Brooks’ main purpose is not to analyze American culture but to recommend a pattern of character development that he believes to have been widely inculcated in past generations but since World War II has waned significantly.

He advocates that people today reacquaint themselves with a previously prominent road to character by examining “an older moral ecology” and hearing the stories of people who have walked the road that strengthened their eulogy virtues. Reviewing movies, TV performances, and other evidences of popular culture after World War II, Brooks discerns “a strain of humility” that was deeply ingrained in people and marked the way that they thought of themselves. There was a strong sense of self-effacement. He uses the phrase “the little me” to describe this character trait that stretches back centuries. In more recent times, however, the social code emphasizes “the big me,” There has been an “apparent rise in self-esteem [and] a tremendous increase in the desire for fame” (7).

A second reason for staying with Brooks is that the main part of the book is interesting and fruitful even if readers are skeptical about his primary thesis. It consists of character studies of eight people each of whom “exemplifies one of the activities that lead to character.” The character traits listed in the chapter headings and the persons portrayed in these chapters indicate the breadth of Brooks’ exposition: The Summoned Self—Frances Perkins; Self-Conquest—Dwight D. Eisenhower; Struggle—Dorothy Day; Self-Mastery—George Catlett Marshall; Dignity—A. Phillip Randolph; Love—George Eliot; Ordered Love—Augustine; Self-Examination—Samuel Johnson.

The chapters vary in their detail, but all of them focus on the character-forming challenges the persons experienced rather than on the broad details of their lives and careers. Brooks also provides extended discussions from other literature that explore the character trait that a chapter exemplifies. Although each chapter focuses primarily upon one person, several of them also include interpretations of others who were part of the story. Two examples are Augustine’s mother, Monica, and essayist Montaigne whose way of life contrasted sharply with Samuel Johnson’s. Read moreThe Crooked-Timber Tradition


Tom Danielson’s Core Advantage: Core Strength for Cycling’s Winning Edge

June 15, 2015

Sore Legs Saga, Part Two

Core AdvantageProfessional cyclist Tom Danielson was in “a horrible bike crash during the Vuelta a Espana” and suffered injuries to his shoulder and back. He consulted trainer Allison Westfahl who used her extensive knowledge of physiology to “diagnose muscular weaknesses and imbalances” that were at the root of Danielson’s injuries and cycling problems that had developed over his many years as aggressive, competitive cyclist.
She led him through a series of exercises that made him pain free in a period of four weeks. As time went on and he continued working with Allison, Tom found this strength and prowess as professional cyclist increasing. Later they collaborated in writing a book in which Allison describes the complex interaction of the muscular systems involved in cycling and Tom offers his “take” on these matters.
The second half of the book consists of 5 dynamic stretching exercises and 45 core exercises divided into 3 levels of difficulty. Each level of difficulty has several workout patterns selected from the exercises in that portion of the book. For each exercise the authors explain the muscles and movements targeted, describe how it is done, and illustrate someone doing it. I’m still struggling with the dynamic stretches and level 1 workouts.
I came across their book in February as I as leaving for my week of cycling on PAC Tour’s Winter Training Camp in Arizona. For the first time, I understood why my legs hurt. More important, their book provided a regimen of muscle building stretches and exercises that I could do in my own living room rather than at the fitness center. I was relieved to read that Tom had had the same experience as I—that working with a traditional trainer with machinery had seemed to increase his distress rather than cause it to go away.
The gradual reduction of pain in my legs and my slow recovery of cycling capabilities began when I started reading Core Advantage. The fact that I’m still not recovered can be explained by two facts: my failure to develop an adequate workout pattern and my need of a coach from time to time who can help me develop better form and increased intensity during my workouts.
Allison explains that the core muscular system includes the four “abdominals plus all the other muscles that attach to the spine and pelvis” muscles that are anchored to the spine or pelvis. Usually this anchoring covers a large area whereas the attaching of the other end of the muscle—at the knees, for example—covers a small area. The purpose of these muscles is “to keep the middle part of the body stable,” generate power to the arms and legs, protect the spine and pelvis from injury, and help maintain good posture (4,5).
Allison tells cyclists to stop doing crunches, which often are recommended as the way to build core strength. They are harmful to cyclists because they stress muscles that are already overworked because of the crunch position that cyclists adopt while on the bike. Furthermore, many of them are done while people are lying on the floor, “thereby training your abdominal muscles to fire when the rest of your body is being stabilized by the floor” (11).
The exercises and workouts in this book focus on three functions that are crucial for cyclists: (1) deceleration, “which puts the brakes on whatever action is being performed”; (2) stabilization or isometric muscular contraction during which a muscle is held at a fixed length instead of actively lengthening or shortening”; and (3) acceleration, when muscles are used to make cyclists go faster (14–18). The exercises are designed to develop core strength in “all planes of motion” rather than concentrating on one set of muscles while all of the rest are largely inactive. They require the body “to provide its own stabilization (no benches or machines)” (20).
Recently, I renewed my resolve to adopt the system that Allison and Tom describe in this practical book. This morning I started with three stretches that I learned during my first year of high school cross country more than 60 years ago. Then I did two of the dynamic stretches and 4 of the 15 level 1 muscle building exercises. I am gradually increasing my weekly mileage and hope soon to do a long-postponed two-day ride to enjoy a section of the historic Columbia River Highway that was reopened east of Multnomah Falls more than a year ago.
Nothing—not even this fine book—can make an old person young again, but with the help of Allison and Tom sore legs can be made to feel good again so that this aging cyclist can return to the open road.
Note: Core Advantage was published by VeloPress Books (Boulder, CO) in 2013.

A cyclist’s sore legs saga

June 4, 2015
When your legs hurt, it's a long way to the top

When your legs hurt, it’s a long way to the top

This story began about five years ago when I was in my late 70s and a veteran of more than 40 years of aggressive cycling. When walking around, I sometimes felt pain in the muscles of my left thigh.

Because it didn’t register while I was on the bike, I resisted the possibility that cycling was the cause. After all, I kept telling myself, cycling is supposed to be easy on the knees, which is why many older cyclists take up this sport after running, tennis, and racket ball have ruined their knees.

The first time I asked my doctor about the pain, he flopped down on the floor to demonstrate an exercise that would ease the problem. He also recommended using a foam roller to do a self-massage on my living room floor. A year later, he gave me a name—IT band syndrome. By this time, I finally had admitted that it was brought on by cycling.

The next step was to schedule a professional fitting at a bike shop. The fitter videotaped me as I rode on my bike positioned on a trainer. She confirmed saddle height and reach to the bars. The only adjustments she made were to tilt the hoods up about three eights of an inch and move my cleats back about the same distance.

During a winter visit with my cycling son in Florida, there was no cycling but much more walking than I usually do, a sauntering visit to a civil war fort, and fifteen minutes of easy lobbing at their ping pong table. The result was pain in my right knee so intense that it was difficult to do the stairs up to my bedroom.

Internet searches provided a general explanation for the pain in both legs: insufficient muscle strength in my upper body was causing leg muscles to work in ways they are not designed to work, and therefore the pain.

My doctor suggested that he could prescribe steroid shots and a friend proposed acupuncture. I resisted both therapies because I wanted to overcome the cause of the pain rather than treat the symptoms.

A 24-hour fitness center across the street from my home seemed like the solution. My health insurance program provided free access to the center and use of its equipment. I signed up with a personal trainer to learn how to use the machinery in order to reestablish the muscular balance my body lacked. He also showed me some new stretching exercises and techniques for using a roller. With his advice I bought a real foam roller and an exercise stretch band to improve my activities at home and eased up on cycling, but the pain didn’t go away. Instead, it seemed to be getting worse.

Even so, I signed up for my annual week with PAC Tour in Arizona during the last week of February. I cycled five of the six days of the week, with lots of climbing, for distances ranging from 50 to 70 miles per day. Although I felt pain, especially in my right hamstrings and knee, I was stronger and the pain was easier at the end of the week than when I began.

At home again, I walked a block up the street to a studio offering “muscular therapy.” The therapist with whom I talked indicated that she specialized in the syndromes that I was describing. In my first session, she found hot spots all over both legs and into my hips, some of them I had not even been aware of until her hands led to spasms of sensitivity and pain.

During four hour-long sessions, we talked extensively about how the muscular systems are inter-connected. Although she didn’t offer suggestions for cycling, she confirmed the value of foam rolling and self massage when I was sitting or lying down, either in bed or on the floor.

On the first Saturday of May I rode 60 miles on the annual Ride Around Clark County event sponsored by the Vancouver Bicycle Club. Although plenty sore for a couple of days, I was encouraged by the fact that some of the pain was similar to the day-after distress I have always felt after long, hard rides.

The resolution to my distress, however, began with a book that I came across a couple of days prior to my Arizona trip: Tom Danielson’s Core Advantage: Core Strength for Cycling’s Winning Edge, by Tom Danielson and Allison Westfahl.

More about what I learned and what’s happening to my legs next time.


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