I’m not a big fan of conventional or organized sports, for the most part.
Unicycling
As you can probably tell by the domain name of this site, this is something I have done a lot of.
I have a mountain uni, with a 26″ downhill nokian gazzaloddi tire that’s 3″ wide. Also handles on the front/back of the seat, which also has an air suspension bladder in it. It does okay. But I can only go about 8 mph on average. Got to try some uphill / downhill / cross country courses during a Unicon Nationals, when it was held in Toronto (summer 2001), and met Kris Holm, one of the stars of mUni.
I used to play unicycle basketball with a bunch of people over in Livonia, when I was in college. We’d meet in a church gym once a week and play for about two hours, then go to Sem and Teresa’s house and eat pizza and play video games until all hours.
Besides a mountain uni and a basketball uni, I also have a third uni (24″), which has spikey bear-trap pedals and a quick-release to adjust the height. I guess that’s my ‘street’ uni.
At one point about a year ago, I went to help Sem try and set the world’s record for tallest unicycle for the third time. He had already done this with heights of 42′ and 77′, but a guy in Vegas cheated (rode one held up by a crane!) and ‘broke’ the record at 100′. So Sem made one that was 115′ high, and rode it at the Pontiac Silverdome. They spent a ridiculous amount of money doing it, but whatever, they’re allowed.
These days, I don’t have a lot of people to uni with. And it takes me too long to get to/from work. I’ve actually commuted *to* work one day, and home the next (got rides for the other directions) when my bike was in the shop. But that was like 2 hours each way.
Snowboarding
My first experience with this sport was at age 13. My mom got me a lesson at Mt. Brighton (Brighton, MI — a former trash dump) and I promptly broke my wrist near the end of the lesson. Didn’t inhale enough of the gas when they took me to the hospital to set the bone, and screamed like a girl. I got out a few times after that, but not very often.
In college, while with the Michigan Snowboard Club, I got to go on a lot of spring break trips, including: Jackson Hole, Wyoming; Big Sky, Montana; Killington, Vermont (officers trips); and of course, Blue Mtn., in Collingwood, Ontario. This was a fairly close place, and we’d go up over MLK weekend and stay at the Auberge, a top-quality youth hostel. The proprietor’s son and his girlfriend lived in a tiny shack in back of the place and sold ‘puffs’ to our club members. Fun times.
My last year in the club, I was the president. My trip was to four resorts, Snowbird / Solitude / Brighton / Alta (for the skiers among us) in Salt Lake City, Utah. Outside of that I’ve been to Mt. Hood, Oregon when I went out there to visit my relatives.
But now, I live in Chicago. Even flatter than Michigan, where I’m from. On occasion, I get to go to remote places and pay exorbitant amounts to slide down other people’s hills. Most recently, Alisun and I went up to Whistler / Blackcomb with my friend Chris and some people he knew from college.
Hang Gliding
When I moved to Chicago in November 2001, there were no jobs anywhere, as 9/11 had just happened. I had some money saved from my unemployment, since the startup I’d worked for had just ‘gone virtual.’ The girl I was dating at the time gave me a pretty cool Christmas present, a gift certificate good for my first three lessons at a nearby field. That’s where I met my instructor, Arlen Birkett, and got the bug. After those first three lessons, I went whole hog and got the full package.
After about twelve lessons, I was ready to solo. I had a beautiful, and easy, flight. After trying to wrestle the bulky tandem glider, it was a real pleasure to fly this thing. I enjoyed the sunset from 2,000 feet, then coasted in for a nice rolling landing (on my belly, of course) and logged my first solo flight in my logbook.
Since then I think I’ve flown about 10-12 solo flights. I’ve also picked up my own pod style harness, variometer with wind speed sensor, etc. And I have started making mods to my car, to prepare it to be able to transport a glider… slowly but surely. I didn’t get to fly last summer at all, which was kind of a bummer. I hope to get out there again this spring and summer, though.
Rock Climbing
I first got into this in college, in maybe 1997. Started by driving an hour to Pontiac, with some friends, to the Planet Rock gym. In lieu of taking the intro course (expensive), I already had practiced by rapelling from the attic of my house. Taught what I knew to a friend, then we went and passed the test at the gym. We flailed around on some walls that were way too hard for us, but watched other people and picked up advice from them.
A few months of this, and I heard that the owner was looking to build another gym in the Ann Arbor area. This was excellent news. I offered to help, and in exchange, got a free one-year membership. That made things a bit easier. I also participated in an outdoor climbing thing where we met up at the North Campus Rec Building (NCRB) and then drove over to Grand Ledge, which is by MSU and has a bunch of sandstone cliffs, the highest of which is probably 40′. It was fun, but I didn’t like the guy running it, and they insisted that we use the BUS method of belaying. Say what you want, but once you do something one way for a few years, you definitely will feel less secure about it when forced to do it another way, especially when it’s your climbing partner who is at risk.
Once I moved, I had a hard time finding a good gym. After Planet Rock Ann Arbor, I was a bit spoiled… eventually I learned about a place called Vertical Endeavors, which operates out of Lifetime Fitness in Warrenville, IL. It’s at least an hour outside of the city, and on toll roads, but definitely a good place to go climbing. I ran into an old college buddy from the snowboard club, and we used to go on weekends.
One of Alisun’s friends, Jim, and some of his friends invited us to go up to Devil’s Lake, Wisconsin. That was a pretty fun trip, a good time. Unfortunately, the pictures are gone. Oh well, just have to go again.
Sports which didn’t quite make the cut
Running
I tried coming home after work, changing into running clothes, and going about 3 miles round trip. At which point, I was totally sweaty and having trouble breathing. Lots of snot issues, I wonder if I have some kind of mild runner’s asthma. And I always felt like I was going way slow. This lasted maybe a few weeks, but I wasn’t a big fan.
I used to run while in high school, on the cross country team. Never got out of JV during the two seasons I ran, but I did manage to learn something about myself: I have flat feet, which require orthotics. At least that got some recruiters off my case during high school.
Ultimate Frisbee
I only tried this one out for one short summer season; a girl I was dating signed us up for the league and we gave it a go. There was a LOT of sprinting involved. It tired me out. I had a really awesome time, and I learned a lot of new ways to throw frisbees. I also made us a pretty cool shirt for our team. But I don’t think I could play this sport at a competitive level, it’s pretty grueling. I have a lot of respect for people who can, though.