After a relatively brief battle with cancer, we celebrated the life of our dear friend Sue Nikkel last Saturday. I searched my photos for a record of Sue from rides over the years. This was taken at Park Rapids for the 2011 Headwaters 100. We had a record turnout of 17 riders that year (if my photos are accurate). It was Sue and Rudy that gave inspiration to the founding of MIT in 2003, following a cross Canada ride. At the urging of Sue, Rudy, and Jac Siemens I joined in 2004. In those first few seasons Sue was a regular rider and we were quite well matched in speed and cadence. She was also a great friend and we had many good talks. Rudy & Sue remained good friends of ours both on the bike and off. Noreen and Sue met every Monday, over several years, for exercise and a visit. More recently they shared a wildly engaging bookclub (I had to leave the house when that gang got going…totally raucous!).
Sue was a dedicated fan of Leonard Cohen and it seems fitting to honour her with a line from one of his songs. “So come my friends, be not afraid, we are so lightly here, it is in love that we are made and in love we disappear.” ~ Leonard Cohen
Farewell dear friend. If there’s justice in the afterlife we’ll spend some of it riding together. Much love, RJ
On the path to wellness
Hutterite man finds healing on bike
By Will Braun, Senior Writer
Jun 28, 2016 | Volume 20 Issue 14
God at work in Us
Pete McAdams rests beside the road during a long-distance bike excursion in southern Manitoba. (Photo by Hal Loewen)
Popular wisdom suggests the way to deal with mental health issues is to talk them through. Pete McAdams, an uncomplicated, 43-year-old, Hutterite long-distance cyclist, has discovered a quieter path.
While he prefers to focus on biking rather than himself, his decidedly atypical Hutterite last name begs explanation. Having grown up on the “fringes” of a Bruderhof community in Pennsylvania—a group associated with Hutterites—McAdams’ parents went to Crystal Spring Hutterite Colony near Niverville, Man., to assist with translation work after McAdams had left home. When he visited his parents, he liked what he saw of colony life. His parents ended up staying at Crystal Spring and, in 1995, he joined the colony, too. It is no utopia, nor an attempt at utopia, he says, but it is “the best lifestyle I have seen for living out the commands of Jesus.”
McAdams emphasizes the non-rigid nature of the community. I ask how he would respond to the stereotype that would suggest otherwise? “Look at what I do,” he says with a chuckle, sitting at a picnic table in my yard with his cycling gear on.
What he does is ride bike. About 300 kilometres a week. Maybe half that in winter. In good Hutterite fashion, he makes his own recumbent bikes.
“I’m not an athlete,” he tells me. This is not false humility; it is part of his message. Although he pedals a lot of kilometres, he is not particularly fast. He has never won a race. “I’m not competitive,” he says. And until five years ago, he says he was “significantly overweight.” Nothing he says sounds like an athlete’s words.
The story keeps coming back to the bike as a means of healing. As a teenager, McAdams’ temperament—more specifically, his temper—ruled out team sports. He also struggled with depression. Biking helped.
“I always sort of knew that a good ride cleared my head,” he says. “If I spent time on the bike, [the anger and depression] went away.” He did see counsellors a couple times, and while he does not discount the value of therapists for some people, he says “they weren’t of much help” in his case.
Biking was. And it continues to be. What exactly is it about biking that helps? “It’s not going to heal everything,” he says, “but there’s a power that is healing in riding.”
The bike is also a great way to connect with others. James Friesen was riding the highways of southern Manitoba in 2002 when he saw a “mirage.” A guy was riding a recumbent bike down the highway, Friesen recalls, with a bunch of kids behind him. Dresses fluttered in the wind and the closest thing to spandex were suspenders.
It was McAdams on a charity ride with other Hutterites. The meeting was particularly fortuitous, as Friesen is the head of Eden Health Care Services, a Mennonite-based mental health organization in southern Manitoba. The two men continued to bump into each other at biking events over the years. Now, Crystal Spring Colony is a big part of Eden’s annual “Head for the Hills” cycling fundraiser. Last September, Jonathan Kleinsasser, a colony member in his 70s, was the top fundraiser.
This year, McAdams is taking the connection between biking and mental health a step further. In conjunction with the attempt by Arvid Loewen, an ultra-long distance cyclist, to break the Guinness Record for biking across Canada, McAdams plans a parallel ride—Guinness rules require Loewen to bike alone—from Regina to Winnipeg, 583 kilometres, a distance he hopes to cover in 24 hours. He says Loewen put out the challenge and he accepted it. McAdams hopes to arrive in Winnipeg on the evening of July 6, 2016, for a joint rally with Loewen at the Manitoba legislature. Friesen and others plan to ride into the city with him.
McAdams’ goal is simple: Share the message that biking can bring wellness and to bring attention to the good work of Eden Health Care Services. Both McAdams and Friesen see value in formal, as well as informal, approaches to mental wellness. Friesen says research shows that often it is in the unstructured downtime of our lives—time in the bush, splitting wood, riding a bike—that our brains make the connections essential for well-being.
That is certainly true for McAdams. “I found something on the bike,” he says, “and I want to share it.” For those who can’t bike, he suggests finding a similar activity. His dad, in his late 70s, walks. McAdams’ story is not about athletic heroics or even an ordinary person doing extraordinary things. It is about ordinary people doing ordinary things on the path to wellness.
Follow McAdams’s progress between Regina and Winnipeg on July 5 and 6, or for a recap, see his Facebook page.
It’s been awhile, hope you’re still in the saddle occasionally or doing something else to keep your condition up for the next season. I thought this was a fascinating story about the GPS art that one cyclist is creating on Strava.
Today is one of those perfect June days when you feel like there’s no where else in world you’d rather be. I started my morning off with a walk to the corner of Guelph & Grosvenor to cheer the MB Marathoner’s, soon it’s off to Luke’s place (son) for a Father’s Day brunch. This day does bring to mind memories of many great rides with you folks at MIT. Following is a little news from one alumni desk.
My season is off to a sluggish start to say the least. Motivation is low and the hunt for the right club to ride with continues. Last year I rode with FOG and the Tuesday-Thursday Ride Group. I was mostly out of my league and got tired of being dropped. This year I signed up with the WCC. They are great folks but now I might be at the other end of scale. So far rides have been a bit sedate for me and they seem to prefer a late start on Saturdays. Recently the Tuesday-Thursday Ride Group started a “b” group so I’ve gone out a couple times to see how that is. I will have to get more serious about my training pretty soon. I’ve got a corporate sponsor for two more years ($50,000) for my MCC fundraising ride. So by August 21st I have to be ready to go! On July 4th I plan to do the MCC Clear Lake ride as well, but I can usually suffer through that one without training.
Feeling guilty and lazy for my slow training this year, I took some shadenfreude from Jim’s relatively low KM’s (still about 5x what mine are) so far this season. Then I checked in with him and he quickly pointed out his new passion for hard core MTB rides in the Salmon Arm area. So, no company for my misery there, Jimmy Legs rocks on.
However, Jac has dissappeared from Bike Journal so perhaps he has joined me in the ranks of cruising for coffee and ice cream with the spouse? The bike seat of my new Electra Townie is about as wide as my expanding girth and the long wheelbase/low profile let’s me chat with Noreen as we noodle around. We’re casually exploring the bike paths around Winnipeg. Last weekend it was Dalnavert House in Wolsely, followed by Ralph Connor House in East Gate, finished off with gelato on Corydon. If anyone wants a pleasant and casual (i.e no spandex, riding bike paths @ 15-18kph) Sunday morning ride, give us a call! Sweating optional, drinking coffee is not. We can pick-up several fun routes right from our house.