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Cycle Smart International 2015 – Cat 4 Women Photos

I got access to my gf’s camera and wanted to share a few photos from the Women’s Cat 4 Women’s race in Northampton last weekend.  Some are of me–others of teammates or other riders from the category.  Enjoy!

Catching a little air!

Catching a little air!








Northampton Cycle-Smart International Weekend-2015

My co-workers Michele & Chelsea cam out to cheer and heckle me, and got this shot of me approaching the run up.  I had to explain to them that heckling was good, and it didn't take them long to take full advantage of that aspect of cyclocross culture.

I count myself lucky to have the CSI Cyclocross Race as my “local” race. Celebrating it’s 25th edition, I started watching this race when it was still at UMASS back in the early 2000’s.  Now at Look Park, the race has grown into a community event everyone looks forward to.

When I started the season, I wanted to make this weekend my “second wind” of the season. Not racing for almost all of October took it’s toll. At Paradise Frenzy in VT last weekend, I went looking for my fitness again. I actually did not place last as expected. But darn close. Work has been extremely intense: a 50 hour work week, and putting in a scant 30 minutes on the trainer mid-week, I didn’t even have time to adjust my expectations about the weekend.

Day 1- Saturday

It was unseasonably warm for a cyclocross race. My start was “meh” and by the time we reached the woods the group was already dismounted and running the first hairpin turn before the run up. In fact, the group was running the large mound before even entering the woods. This really slowed things down, and while this was a more conservative, orderly approach, I would have preferred more of a scrum.

The run up went pretty well and I was forced right, which is the steeper line. The benefit is that if you can climb it, you reach the top that much faster. I picked up at least 4 positions after reaching the top.

Day 1 Run Up-Noho Cx

Day 1 Run Up, Noho Cx (Cat 4/5 Men-but everyone got the pleasure of this signature feature).

In Northampton, I call the top plateau “the land of opportunity” and the bottom fields “the land of opportunists.” This is very specific to my skill set–and lack of skill set. I’m good in the woods and bad on the flat, straight, wide course on the lower fields. The corners help, but if there is enough room for a rider to gather speed, they will easily overtake me.

I got caught behind a few riders on top I would have liked to pass. They moved slowly through the technical areas where I could not pass and then rode away from me on the lower grass areas. In the sand on day 1, I tried to ride it but had to run most of the time. For the whole race, I pushed hard, sprinted when I could, and gave a full effort. I felt fine about my effort but a little disappointed with my result: 37 of 55 racers. My Strava results show that I PR’d, but my race results were 12 positions lower than last year. What does this mean? Are Cat 4 women getting faster?  I wasn’t sure how to interpret my results.

Day 2

I started sneezing about 20 minutes after Saturday’s race, and didn’t stop all day. I was convalescing on a couch by 4PM. Dinner was Zicam and orange juice chased with a shot of NyQuil. I wasn’t sure I’d be in any shape to show up on Day 2. But I felt OK when I woke up, and without a smidgen of expectation, went to the race.

My start was good. The first woods portion was a reverse route from the day before, without the crazy run up. A bit of congestion and then onto the double sandpit, which would become the feature that would eventually decide the outcome of my race. I rode 1/2 way though and ran the rest of the sand on lap 1. Back on the flat course we snaked to the zig-zag run up. This feature wasn’t hard, just disruptive to flow. Several of us approached this at once, another rider took a line I did not expect and forced me in a direction that was all wrong. My bike twisted, and I became entangled with 2 or 3 others. We managed to sort it out and continue up the hill.


Coming off the top levels, I found I was with a few riders I know that typically beat me, although not by much. Uncharacteristically, as soon as I came off the hill, I made a move on two competitors. I played leapfrog with one–a woman I’ve become friendly with who I’ve only beat once in 2015 (out of 5 prior races). Somehow, throughout the flats I stayed on her wheel. As we rode through the finish line on lap 2 and began the last lap, I still wasn’t thinking about anything other than I was keeping up with her. I worked to continue to do that.


My co-workers Michele & Chelsea came out to cheer and heckle me, and got this shot of me approaching the run up. I had to explain to them that heckling was a good thing, and it didn’t take them long to take full advantage of that aspect of cyclocross culture.

She slipped away finally, but not too far. I trailed behind and gained some time in the woods when one rider became dismounted on the hairpin around the tree and I rode higher, clearing the tree, the stalled rider, and 3 other women. But each time I’d advance, she’d reel me back in.

Then we hit the sand. She was in front of me again, but only by a few seconds. She took a line I wanted. There was another rider between us that took the second best line, forcing me into the unknown. Both of their lines exploded, while I leaned back and pedaled through the first sand pit and then the second. I was on the grass again and knowing that I had made some time there, I sprinted. I pushed through the last lap with as much as I had. I knew there were 3 or 4 women close behind and as I rounded the final corner to the grassy straightway to the finish I knew I need to sprint with whatever was left. I got up out of the saddle and went as fast as I could, and lost one position in the last seconds. But I held off 2 other very worthy competitors who typically beat me. I was really pleased with myself, scoring 28 of 55, 9 whole positions better than the day before.

All & all, a great weekend of racing. I had said that everything after this race was gravy, but I’m still having fun and don’t want it to stop. So what’s next?  Stay tuned….


Racing for Last

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This Saturday I’m racing after a 4 week break. My training has been nil but when I have found the time to ride I have felt pretty good. Despite a Cat 4 / Citizen race being available, I signed up for the Open category (1/2/3/4). According to Crossresults I’m predicted to place last among the current competition, which includes Elite women. Am I bothered? No.

So why did I chose the slaughter? Lot of reasons. Let’s review:

1.)  I’m not going to win at this sport. Ever. There is only one winner. If I entered the Cat 4 race, I wouldn’t win that one either. I’m ok with where I end up among the faster women.

2.) Night Weasels taught me, chasing pros makes me perform better. OK–it’s usually when they’ve just lapped me, but it does provoke a response from me, and that makes my entire race faster. I also like watching the lines they take. Teachable moments.

3.) I’d rather race for 45 minutes instead of 30, especially when I’m driving 2 hours to get there. I mean, these 30 minute races leave me a bit wanting. It’s not enough. If I have an opportunity to go for longer, I will.

4.) Points. Even in last, my points for this race will be low, which will help me getting placed for a better starting position at a future race.

5.) I’m not a beginner. Hey I know I’m not fast, and not fast enough to have upgraded to Cat 3 without me writing to USA Cycling and requesting it, but I know what I’m doing. I am comfortable dismounting and remounting and shouldering and will yield to a faster rider. I know I won’t get in anyone’s way and would never forgive myself if I did.

So–a little humility is necessary. I have never placed last in a cyclocross race, but this weekend, It’s extremely probable that I will. But it’s important to remember, even when you accept that you’re not as fast as the rest, that anything can happen in a cross race.  Anything. It’s a sport rife with unpredictables. So never count your chickens, because a hell of a lot of things can hatch in 45 minutes on a cyclocross course.


My 2015 Cyclocross Season, Chapter 2


Hitting the pause button is hard for me, especially when it’s not really me pressing it.  I haven’t raced since the end of Holy Week, since the KMC Cyclocross Festival in Providence.  I’m not riding as much and I’m feeling like I’m that kid with her face pressed against the glass of her computer screen, looking at the thousands of rad images of local cx races, just an hour or two drive away. (Disclaimer:  None of the images in this post are of me.  Sad face here.)


I knew this would happen and planned for it, but it’s still hard.  Next weekend I reboot, starting with Paradise Cx Frenzy at the Harpoon Brewery in Windsor, VT.  Then the following weekend, I race the whole weekend at Northampton, my adopted “hometown” race.  Then I’m not sure where I’m racing mid November, but it will be somewhere.  The goal will be to race a minimum of 4 more events, max of 8.  I doubt it will be 8, but never say never.  Here’s the lineup I’m considering:

Paradise CX Frenzy, Windsor, VT  October 31

Cycle-Smart International Cyclocross-Northampton, MA  November 7-8

Cheshire CX, Cheshire, CT November 14 Tentative

NECXBAR, Fitchburg, MA November 29

The Ice Weasels Cometh, Cumberland, RI  December 12

I got out once this weekend (only once! I’m going out of my mind), but I made it count.  I had a great ride–some road, some grass, some woods, some gravel, some skills work.  I felt sharp and that felt good.  Maybe I haven’t slipped too far over the last 3 weeks.


Watching the days grow shorter, and my schedule fill with obligations fills me with dread. It occurred to me that maximum security prisoners get more exercise time a day than I do.  Not trying to be a drama queen, but life can feel so out of balance, it challenges my sense of fair play. I’m thinking more of next year, and what kind of adventures I want to have. More to come on that, but first, I have some ‘cross racing to do.


When you can’t ride or race, blog about riding and racing


I’m 3 weeks into October and as expected, my ability to get out and ride my bike has gone into serious decline. This happens every year, but I never am able to let myself off the hook for it. Work and my son’s school schedule + extra-circulars ramp up, daylight ramps down, and not a lot of time is left for me. The timing sucks if you love cyclocross. Adulting is a lot of work.

Last week I intended on racing. I decided not to. Partly because I was seriously jet lagged from my business trip to Portland, and partly because I couldn’t work out an arrangement for a little extra time on Sunday before my son returned home. Since I hadn’t been out on the bike much and everything felt like work, I just decided to play.

Saturday I picked a spot near the Quabbin Reservoir that I’ve not been to, and decided to go exploring with the ‘cross bike. It’s peak foliage season, and I was out for almost 3 hours, 2 of them actually riding, taking pictures of stone walls and the gorgeous scenery, riding rocky fire roads, climbing through farmlands and enjoying the full throttle colors of autumn.

Sunday I had less time, and it was even colder.  It was in the high 30’s and I headed out to do some mountain biking. Mountain biking demands so much more attention, which helped me not think about work and some of the less fun aspects of adulting.  I got a little lost, which stressed me out a bit, and came across a Canadian couple hiking. They tried to direct me, and adorably, ended up bickering with one another as to whether or not I could ride over Hitchcock Mountain.

The woman: “That trail is not one you can take a bike on,” she cautioned.

The man: “Look at those tires,” he said pointing to my front wheel, “of course she can go up that trail!”

I headed back from where I came, went in a circle, and finally found a trail I recognized. I love to explore, I don’t like feeling lost. Light snow started to fall and it rustled the leaves with a chorus of tiny taps and rattles on the freshly fallen leaves. I labored up the side of the Holyoke Range, climbing almost 1200 ft in just 7.5 miles.

I’m remembering these weekend rides to sustain me through another intense work week. I have not been on the bike and don’t see it happening again until Saturday at least. I need to start back on doing sprints in my workouts, and getting my heart rate back into gear, and I won’t be racing again this weekend due to childcare again. This October break will be longer than I planned, but I’m planning a November surge….

I signed up for Paradise Frenzy Cyclocross in Vermont next weekend for Halloween. I heard from Heather it’s a great course–one that I’d love.  After that will be Northampton–2 days of racing and a “local” race which means I don’t have to drive a bunch that weekend (win). Then I’ll likely do Cheshire CX again, especially if I can talk Laura into driving up from NY for it.  Then–we will see.  Ice Weasels is scheduled, and it’s on a weekend I’m free, so I’d like to so that race as well. Anything after Northampton is just the icing on the cake anyway.

So there is my mid-season ramble about the woes of not riding.  Hopefully I can get a break and purge some of this extra energy I have with a  good long ride.


The KMC Cyclocross Festival-Providence, RI


It’s fair to question yourself when it’s 6:00AM on a Saturday morning, and you find yourself driving alone in a cold rain 90 minutes in the dark to a muddy park in Rhode Island.

By the time I arrived at Roger Williams Park, the rain had stopped, but the cold was much harder to shake. I got my gear on and got onto the course for a pre-ride. There were a lot of changes from the 2 previous years. The course used different areas of the park and just about everything was super slick. After one lap, instead of feeling more confident, as is often the case, I felt pretty freaked out.


We lined up and waited for what felt like a long time. It was 50 degrees F, windy, overcast, and the cold easily penetrated my long sleeved skin-suit and my leg warmers. Then we went. I got an OK start, moved past some traffic and stayed within the group for a good while. The run ups were super slick and I used the hand rail each time–which was slower, but wiping out on the ramp was a time killer. Eventually the group thinned, but there were enough women racing (100 pre-reg’d) that I had contact with at least one rider for the whole race.


The course had an impressive run up and a scary decent that had 2 lines. I hear one of them was easier, but I never took it (insert mountain bike cred here). This afforded me several places by taking this riskier descent. Despite being nervous about the course prior to the start, my feelings changed for the better during the race. Every single muddy inch of this course was an absolute delight. Slick flyovers, slippery turns, greasy climbs and gnarly descents…I loved ALL of it.

I raced well (for me), and made the cutoff and did 4 laps instead of 3. I beat a couple of women who I haven’t beat this year, and one I haven’t beat ever….so that felt good.  I guess 4 races in 7 days is good for me. It makes me sad for the 2 week break I need to take (because work) before my next race.  I hope I don’t lose all I’ve gained in the last couple of weeks.


(More pics of the Master Men race and some causal shots of the course and people at the festival–sorry–no shots of the women–I was busy racing!)






The Night Weasels Cometh

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Night Weasels was a crazy blast.  I’ve been trying to get to this race for years. This time, I finally made it work between the job and childcare. The race takes place on the side of a ski mountain. When I arrived, I glanced up and shuddered, and readjusted my performance expectations.  After an exceptionally dry spell, we received a couple inches of rain eariler in the day, which surprisingly, did not result in a lot of mud.  It was a bit damp and slippery in spots but no mud bog. The Cat 4 women started just after the pros, and when I say pros, I mean World Cup winning pros.  Among the women, Katerina Nash, Maghalie Rochette, and Gabby Durrin were on the course, and each of them lapped me (but just once!).

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I think the thing about Night Weasels that makes it so fun, was this:  riding at night feels a bit outlaw.  It reminded me when I was too young to drive, but old enough to be out past dark with my friends, riding around on dirt roads in the summertime, getting into trouble.

The race was slow uphill, fast on the straights, and bumpy and greasy in the corners. I tweaked my hip at the peak of the longest twisting climb.  I felt pretty crappy on lap one, but lap 2 and three things started to change and on 4 and 5 I felt pretty great.  My “race within a race” victory was when I was passed by a rider on lap 3 and caught her on the last lap in a snaking decent.  She went wide on an off-camber turn, miscalculated and I immediately capitalized on her error, turning tightly where she had gone wide. Then in my excitement, I punched it. I’m not very fast but my bike handling skills paid off here. I stayed away for the rest of the lap and won the position I had lost earlier. That felt like racing to me.

I’ll definitely do this again next year.



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