Too much to post about! I raced both days, lackluster performances both days. More on that later. I’ll start with some photos. (I dare say I’m a better photographer than I am a bike racer!).
A write up will come….sometime this week. I’m spent. This was a fun weekend, on a great course. I went in sick and my results were my results. It is what it is. It was a beautiful weekend in New England for bike racing.
The title sums up how my last 3 rides have been. Pretty flat. After months of intense training and racing cyclocross, I decided I was for all purposes done for the season. I started riding “for fun.” And that was–I thought–a good plan.
It should have been a good plan. I started mountain biking. Lower mileage, because mileage no longer matters. I passed my goal of 2000 miles a couple of weeks ago so I really laid off the gas and transitioned into riding for pleasure. The problem is, it hasn’t been.
Of course that isn’t ALL true. But there is something missing.
I wonder if it’s just the natural low following the high of my freshman ‘cross season. Although I admit, I needed the break. My muscles felt frayed and tight. Overtraining was mentioned as a possible problem. The weather hasn’t been ideal either. I’m riding in temps that flirt with freezing, and the days are so very short.
I’ve even tried changing up locations. Today I went to Hatfield to ride. A picturesque farming community. I liked the stately homes in the middle of the small town. The road followed the Connecticut river. A fine mist was falling and it was about 40 degrees. 12.2 miles, a short ride, and my only elevation gain was 36 feet. Dreadfully flat…..just like my mood after these rides.
I’m not sure what to do about this. Should I take a real break? Stop riding altogether for a couple of months? Enter the one last cyclocross race offered in New England on the weekend of the 15-16th of December? I already feel my fitness slipping. And lets face it, snow is almost certainly on the way. The idea of isolating my workouts to the trainer is a bit soul-crushing.
Suggestions? I’m all ears.
So I learned what 2 consecutive days of cyclocross racing feels like.
An ass kicking.
A demonstration of discipline and tolerance to pain.
Thank goodness for day light saving time, because in theory, it gave me an extra hour of sleep. Unfortunately, a text message at 4:44am from someone in an airport that I did want to hear from changed any plans I had for extra rest. I had napped after Saturday’s race so I was rested enough, and I actually arrived at Look Park earlier than necessary. As a result, I was able to preride the course and see the changes they had made after day 1. Yes, they change things up in these 2 day events–it keeps racers on their toes. Because ‘cross is already hard, but let’s keep ’em guessing too. That’s just how the sport rolls.
Major changes included the run up and the descent. The run up was a short uphill (rideable) and hairpin turn, then another hairpin, dismount, run-up to the upper deck. The decent was a very sharp downhill followed by an immediate right turn which claimed a few riders (crashes).
I was very sore from my efforts on Saturday and I didn’t feel like a had a lot to offer, so I kept me expectations reasonable. The field was a bit larger at 75 racers. We lined up the start and I tried the concentrate on just having a good race, despite my beaten body. The whistle blew. I had a terrible start. The rider in front of me staggered, so it forced me to as well. Then I couldn’t clip in immediately. Another rider in front of me choked on the first corner and I was caught behind her, so I choked with her. I needed to stay out of trouble, and it was everywhere. On the first hairpin turn before the big run up, the barrier tape had collapsed and created havoc–we were all forced to dismount and shoulder the bike while lifting the tape out-of-the-way so we could pass one at a time. Major time suck! This is why starts are so important. When things fall apart in the back, you don’t get dragged down with it.
This isn’t an accusation either–this just happens. It’s like one small thing causes a chain reaction and then the rest of the field is affected. This is just how it is. Being fast gets you a better starting position. Being fast allows you to be faster. Good starts are everything, and this was a great example of why.
After that most of the trouble had cleared. I felt a bit empty but pushed it anyway. I battled a couple of women but lost often. I just tried to have as good a day on the bike. My muscles were torn up and didn’t have the push they did on Saturday. I did the best I could.
Which ended up being not as bad as I feared. I finished 55th of 75 riders–still solid and in keeping with my results on Saturday.
My next goal is to crack the 40’s on a race of similar size (any in the NEPCX Series). I don’t think it will happen this season but something to work towards next season.
If you’d like to see what the course looked like, please look at this extremely excellent video by CyclingDirt of the pro men racing on Day 2. Note: this is same course used as the rest of the racers in amateur classes. The video really captures the course layout–very good stuff.
And here are some shots of the Cat 4 Men on Day 2 hitting the barriers.
I don’t want this to be the end of my season. I would like to do at least 1 more race, a smaller one that I’m healthy for. I am head over heels for ‘cross (figuratively, fortunately–although the literal version is completely possible when doing the sport). It’s fun and hard and amazing and hurts but in a way that makes you feel so alive–it’s hard to explain to people. I’m clearly addicted. I don’t care if I suck. That’s not what it’s about. I’m not sure I can put into words what this is about, but I’ll keep doing it until I figure it out. Then I write about it here. Then I’ll do it some more.
This photo has been making the rounds on Facebook, and I thought I’d share it here.
The woman who posted to it FB thought it might have originated in Sweden, which just goes to show you that not only do they have The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, but also The Girl with the Stilettos & Cross Bike–a woman who may prove to be even more mysterious than Lisbeth Salander.
At any rate, I fell in love with the photo and thought it did a few wonderful things, like:
- Empowered women to ride
- Empowered riders to still be feminine
- Laughed really hard at itself
- Enjoyed life just a little more than everyone else
- Set the example for having some FUN.
But it got me wondering…..is it harder to ride with those things on, just like it is harder to walk? Are those heels any good in the sand? Could this new piece of equipment give rise to a new category of cyclocross racing?
A little more than a week I’m racing! Well, I’ll be participating in a race. I’ll have a number and I’ll gather at the start line with the pack of amateur athletes. But truth be told, I’m not sure I really know how to race.
I know how to not stop. But that’s hardly racing. I have made peace with the fact that I will never be first. I can endure a good deal, string out my resources and survive a course. But I’m not gonna be first across the line. Ever. That’s OK.
This year has been one of great transition for me. I’ve changed careers–a scary proposition in this economy. Let’s pile on some single motherhood, a mortgage and that ugly number 40 too. But the gamble (fingers crossed) is paying off and I am experiencing sustained happiness of which I haven’t experienced in about 8 years time. Because of the career change, I am able to work out consistently, which also contributes to my overall happiness. As for cycling–I’ve returned to my mountain biking roots for the pleasure of it. I have only been on the road bike a handful of times and have a beautiful new cyclocross bike I’ve ridden 4 times. I’m playing in the woods on my starter Trek, 11 years old and still a great ride. And I’m really happy just playing, riding, fooling around, exploring new trails.
So next weekend, I will not come in first. But I’ll be smiling when I cross the line :)
My vacation to Seattle & Portland was 3 weeks ago. I spent a week out west–4 days in Seattle, 1 at Mt Hood, and 2 in Portland. None of it was enough. I’ve been told by scads of people about the enormous bike culture in the Pacific Northwest–particularly in Portland. They were all right.
Maybe it was because I spent more time in Seattle, but I almost got the sense bike culture was stronger in Seattle than Portland. In fact–I was altogether, quite taken with Seattle. I love being both on the ocean close to epic mountains. But back to the bikes–fixies rocketing through city streets, bikes chained to every lamppost….the fleet of bike commuters unloading off the morning ferry from Bainbridge Island, commuter bikes….e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. It was embraced, fully, by the city. As I walked the streets of downtown there were all kinds of people, tall, elegant, european looking men with pinned pants and leather satchels, polished women, native american citizens, outdoorsy types with high-tech clothing on their way to the office, a fair number of homeless and clearly heroin addicted souls, and the next generation of whatever comes after the grunge era. Maybe it was because it wasn’t raining all week, and it had, by local accounts, been cold and dreary until the week we arrived. But Seattle had a very positive vibe for me and I liked it–a LOT.
I learned that any new office building that is built must have bike racks and showers for employees to encourage bike commuting. Anyone who has been stuck on Interstate 5 will understand what a good thing this is, green economy notwithstanding. I started to just enjoy looking at everyone’s ride–the amount of style and personalization each commuter bike had. Some were beaters but other were truly beautiful, unique, funky, classic, original machines. And they were everywhere–every corner, every railing.
The cycling was just one part of it though–with the flagship REI Store located in Seattle, as well as Northface, Columbia, and Nike stores–the temperate climate, the epic rugged scenery, and the natural beauty of the area, blended with the high-tech, nearly cosmopolitan downtown Seattle, and yes, a coffee shop on every. single. block. This was a place I could get used to.
Of course, if it rains as much as the says it does, I’m sure I’d grow depressed and hate it. I need my Vitamin D. But when the sun shines in Seattle–it’s a pretty great place.
Mt Rainer: We visited Rainer for a day. Visiting a place referred to as Paradise–for the fields of colorful wildflowers that only bloom in August–we were surprised when we arrived to 10-15 feet of snowpack high in the park. Where the ground was bare, flowers erupted, but the rest of it was dirty, deep, glacial snow. Paths were blocked by it, and the streams still rushed violently. Rainer stayed blocked by clouds, but it’s 14,411 feet peeked out and it’s hard to describe the massive beauty of this stratovolcano. I was most impressed by cyclists in the park climbing, climbing, climbing.
The intent during this trip was to rent mountain bikes at a place called the Ski Bowl at Mt Hood. I had been looking forward to mt. biking out here and adding it to the list of great places I’ve mountain biked in North America. Going to Mt Hood was kind of like entering the Twilight Zone. We drove through a town called Government Camp and could not locate anyone over the age of 20 in the whole town. It was–strange. There were discarded beer and Red Bull cans in the streets, weeds popping from the sidewalks, all amidst a backdrop of beautiful rugged architecture that looked like a resort in Aspen. It was as if the developer ran out of money, didn’t finish building the resort town, and left. Feeling out of our element–we killed our plans to rent bikes and drove up to the Timberline Lodge where the snowboarders and ski bums were still playing in the snow. They were pretty impressive.
As we checked into our hotel on the riverfront, we heard the concierge giving another guest directions to the infamous Voodoo Doughnuts. This was a definite on the list and it did not disappoint. We waited in line, a quick 10 minutes, for what was hands down the most pleasurable donut experience of my entire life (sorry Kane’s, my hometown shop was named better than Voodoo by Bon Appetit magazine but I disagree…Voodoo wins).
But back to bike culture–on our last night purely by chance they had an independent documentary film festival for bikes & beer called “Clips of Faith,” on the lawn next to our hotel on the riverfront. We didn’t even plan this and here’s yet another example of how pervasive bikes are in the fabric of Portland’s community.
I’ll be back~
I’m Heather, Karen’s alleged co-blogger, and let’s not forget top 5 friend. It’s confession time, I have been riding a fair amount. I have even thought of blogging about said riding, but, well, it just never happened. Shocking, I know.
What kind of riding have I been up to? Well, Karen posted about our trip to Earl’s yesterday, so there’s been some mountain biking. I have already mentioned commuting to work in a rare post from earlier this year. I have been doing some longer rides with a friend from the LBS, and even got the old group from work to hit the Turners Falls bike path. In fact, that went so well my friend Tammy asked me to accompany her to the LBS so she could buy her very own bike! She bought a Scott Sportster 50 that she loves. The other day I walked into work and the first thing she tells me is she put 11 more miles on it the day before. She mentioned she had to take another loop around the block because she was a hair under 11 miles. Oh yeah, welcome to the club.