Didn't exactly turn out the way I'd hoped, but it started well. Tracy Tolson, who had just won the National Championship for her age group right before my race started, came over and told us all of the places to watch out for. It poured rain during the first race(s) of the day cutting them short by 1 & 2 laps respectively. It continued to rain during her race and there were some place that had moss and once wet were slick as ice.
Anyway, I stayed with the pack all the way to Cochran hill. Not an easy hill to climb. As we got to the last part of the ascent I started being gapped and the harder I pedaled the slower I went. My rear wheel felt like I was going over stress cracks n the pavement. I approached Lexington Road and my rear wheel fishtailed which made me a little nervous but as I was going down towards Ledge Rd I looked down and back at my rear tire, it was flat. I walked my bike up Dog Hill to the feed zone. One Wheel truck passed me and I tried waving it down but it kept on going. Once to my team mates I was ready to give in, but they encouraged and cajoled me to continue and try for the next wheel truck. I reached the top of the hill and waved and waved but he just kept going though he did acknowledge me and pointed forward down the race course. Brian had walked up with me and was just as perplexed as me, but he kept a cool head and found Curtis. Curtis lent me his rear wheel so I could finish my race. These two men deserve a special home made desert! I got on my bike and Curtis' wheel and finished the race. I was a full lap down and came in last, but what an experience to be out there. No sour grapes. My team mates were great, cheering me and supporting me through the 5 laps. My friend Whitney was at the top of Barret Hill, the one place in the course I find has no energy at all and she cheered and said some of the nicest things as I passed by.
It's not always about the outcome. Most of the time it's about the journey.
I have one more race, the criterium tomorrow. I'll post up about it after and then more on the journey once all of these races are behind me.
Here's a photo that is on the USACYCLING.ORG web site taken By: Keri Kahn
and someone has to be DFL, right?
It's all good except that I was slower this year than last year. Makes me want to find a reason, an excuse. But no excuses count. It was a good experience, the course is tough, but I'd hoped my training would improve my time. One thing I can say is that I was able to use a cassette with a 27 cog and stayed in my big ring the entire course. Didn't do that last year.
So, I've been rehydrating to try to get back to a normal hydration level. Think I'm finally there. Tomorrow I am providing support in the feed zone for team mate and all around great friend Brian. I hate that he doesn't get a day between races like I do. His race time is like 3:00. Considering the temperatures we have been having I hope everyone is taking care of themselves. Especially those from cooler climates.
So, tomorrow I will spectate and do my workout as planned before my road race on Thursday. We'll see how that one goes...
Tomorrow begins Master's National Road Race Championships. This is what I've trained toward since late February. I'm anxious, nervous, excited and believe I'm ready. Ready as I'll ever be. I'm also looking forward to having some time off to just ride my bike for pleasure for a couple of weeks before starting CX training and then that racing season. I might even go kayaking soon.
Put a deposit on a mountain bike, but I can't bring it home til this week's races are done. Mostly because I'd be out riding it and don't need to do anything dumb and mess up these races. :-)
I'm on staycation and will try to post up after each race.
Can you believe it's already August?
Mini vaca complete - really wanted to discuss the 3 days and training plan with my friend that's been coaching me. Never seemed to happen.
I trained hard all week doing hill efforts and cruise intervals and pre-riding the Tour de Olmsted course before Saturday's race. They all felt great, did my easy tune-up on Friday evening with openers, got to bed at a decent time, hydrated, and finally slept very well until 7:30. Got some work done early, loaded the car and got to the event with plenty of time to prep. The temps were in the 90s and humidity was high, there were not many places to be cool. Didn't want to spend too much time on the trainer because of the temps, so finally took a ride out Southern Pkwy and back to keep my legs loose. The cat 4 women lined up behind the at 1/2/3s. Our race started 5 minutes behind them. We all took off, made it up the first hill together and on the second hill they dropped me and 2 others. The race did not feel anything like the pre-ride. It was very hard going up those hills, I tried to maintain my lines and work through the discomfort and made up time on the downhills. On the backside of the 2nd lap the other two with me passed me. I kept them in sight and would pull close and lose ground. At the bottom of the last hill on the last lap one of them had dropped a chain. I'm working up that hill and she passes me! oh what an ego buster. I pushed and pushed and caught her at the top. As I crested the hill I clicked all the way down to my smallest clog and drilled the pedals as hard and fast as they would go. By the finish line I was really hurting. And I was exhausted. Another great experience for sure. I have to thank one of my girl friends for bringing sandwiches, water, cold towels for the back of the neck and chocolate peanut butter brownies. She was a life-saver!
Sunday saw an early morning, regular routine of breakfast, pack the car and drove to Richmond. Not knowing exactly what to expect I wanted to have plenty of time to setup and warmup. The heat index was predicted to be over 100F and there was very little shade except for next to a building which is where I setup my trainer. This was my very first criterium. I had no idea what to expect. One of my fellow racers gave me some advice on Saturday, recalling the course from last year and insisting that I pre-ride it to get a feel for the corners. This was a 2 block by 1 block course that was .6 of a mile. The start was downhill with a 90degree left turn over cobblestone and onto broken patched pavement and potholes to dodge. Then there is an immediate 90 degree left turn uphill into a head wind. Not complaining, because the two laps without the headwind were the hottest climbs I've ever ridden. Coming out of that turn to the uphill climb I clocked myself @ 25 most laps. Two blocks of that hill, a false flat and short downhill with another left-hand turn into a short yet steep hill. This is where Colleen and Tracy and Joan dropped me. I worked to get back on once back on the downhill stretch, but they gradually pulled away. 45 minutes of grueling heat and effort to do @ least 20 laps, most likely more. Tracy and Colleen wound up lapping me a total of 4 times. Something I'm not proud of to say the least, but I gave it my all out there. The outcome was the order I list above, I was 4 of 4 women. Sad thing is there was a guaranteed payout for the first 5 finishers. I got paid! I am happy I went and did this race. I was so scared I almost got back in my car and drove home. But that would be a dumb thing to do so I raced. Definitely have much work to do. But I am having fun and learning lots about racing and myself.
Tonight I attended the clinic at the 5 spot Criterium put on for local racers. This is a great way to learn some skills on a closed course with opportunity to do a mock race. Following all of the racers in town ride over and are divided into A and B groups and race. I attended the clinics last year, but too chicken to do the B race. Tonight I did the B race until I got a stitch in my side. I was feeling great and hung in the middle of the pack until 4 laps to go. Wish I could do the next one, but I'll be in Warsaw. There are at least 4 more planned. I hope to do as many as possible.
This weekend coming up should be interesting. I'm sure there'll be another entry at the end of it.
peace
Many events have happened over the last bit o time since last I wrote anything. Mostly, I've worked and trained and raced with very little else happening during my days and nights.
New bike! I finally got my Cervelo S2. I've shopped and shopped and test rode and thought and pondered and worried over getting a new road bike. She is sweet-hot and fast, damn shame she doesn't have a new engine to push her down the road. The day I got the call she was ready I immediately was pumped and flush with excitement. Arrived at the shop, got my fit, test rode a couple of saddles. Checked that it would fit in my car (not putting her on the trunk rack, NO WAY!) and then just after check-out something happens that deflates the moment. Welcome back to reality, sista.
I then trained and rode the S2 and worked to get ready for the Tour of the Red River Gorge. Big 3-day stage race. My first. Some arrangements fell through, not exactly what was planned for several months, welcome back to reality, sista. The time trial was tough. It was 90F when I left Louisville, but showers in Lexington brought the temps down to 75F. As we all started warm-ups we could feel the humidity bearing down. The time trial brought me to the realization of how much harder I need to work. Three people passed me, very humbling experience. But I ended up getting a bronze medal for my category and my avg mph was higher than I expected for a course of rollers.
Next day was the 51-mile Kentucky State road race championship. I'd never had a race with a feed zone before, or the use of a wheel truck. Note to self, wheel truck is moot if you are slow and it passes you to stay with the pack. LOL I was nervous, but by race start was fairly calm. I hung with the rest through mile 12 at which point they danced up a nice hill and I just couldn't hang on. I rode the next 38 or so miles solo. I knew there were others behind me, but I didn't dare look back. Those guys on VS. get a lead and when they look back they always get caught. The silver medalist almost caught me on the last hill. I walked more than I care to admit, but knew I could walk faster than she or I could ride it. At the top I mounted the bike and flew down the other side @ 40mph. The wind was pushing my front wheel and it took everything I had to keep the bike straight and not touch the brakes. At the bottom there was the 10K sign. That was the longest 6 miles I've ever ridden. I cussed, cried, cajoled, bribed and anything else I could thing of to get myself to the end. I had a hot spot on my right foot and my saddle was wearing uncomfortable to the max. Even though 4 other Cat 4 riders finished in front of me, they were all from out of state. So, crazy as it sounds, I won the gold medal and the state championship. The silver medalist and I got a podium shot and I headed to the motel. I'm so glad I got the motel with a pool, even though I cramped up at one point.
Third day my team mate advised me not to use my EC90s, but brought me a 27/12 cassette since there was a nice big hill and he didn't want me to walk it. :-/ I had stomach issues first thing, but those settled up by the time I began to warm up. The weather forecast was ominous. I started having a really bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen. I started the race, but pulled myself about mile 1. Not proud of that. But it is reality now. That was a long weekend. One that I called my mini vacation. I took Monday off, thinking I was going to race on Sunday and would need it. Glad I did, got to have my massage and enjoyed the day.
to be continued...
much, it all sounds whiny and poor me. Maybe it'll change soon. I hope so. Just need to find some comfort in my own skin. Enjoy my own company. Stop wanting someone that doesn't want me. yuk
I have been on my own for 13 months now. In that time I have gotten divorced, grieved over my girls trying to make sense of it, grieved over the loss of my very close relationship with my sister, grieved over losing a best friend.
I have trained, I have raced, I have broken bones, I have healed, I have cheered. I have loved, I have lost, I have worked to regain what was lost. I have fallen more than I want to admit, both physically and emotionally. I have picked myself up.
I've watched many friends lose their jobs, others leave their jobs. I've made new friends. I've lost old friends.
It's been fun, sad, exciting, and terribly painful. What I want is elusive. I should stop wanting.
I'm not satisfied with my physical ability. I am trying to be realistic, but don't want to settle. I know I won't be first or second or third while racing against women 20+ years my junior. I don't want to be the butt of people's jokes either. Honestly, I just want to do better than the last time and stop falling down. :)
Today was a shitty day. My hip ached, my heart ached. My fall a week and a half ago makes it difficult to stay on the saddle. I skipped my workout today and feel terrible about it.
I can do this in solitude. But I thrive on nurturing, mostly giving but sometimes like today I need to receive some. I will survive without it, but I won't thrive without it. A gentle touch, a hand on my hand, an arm around me - they are all simple things, but beyond my grasp. Someday, it'd be nice to have someone reach out to me when I hadn't prodded first.
