Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Carpe Diem!!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Natchez Trace Part II
I headed back out tonight for another ride on the Trace. Last night I got back to the hotel right around dark and thought to myself, why am I not still riding? So today I strapped the headlight on the bike with full intentions of going around 40 miles which would take me well after dark. Great decision.
The weather was phenomenal again. 82 when I took off, 77 when I got back to the car. The breeze was slight, the kind that just lets you know it exists, but not hard enough to really count as a head wind as you ride. Flying through the hardwood forests hearing nothing but the whir of wheels, chirp of crickets in late afternoon, and feeling the wind in my face made me feel as alive as I have in a while.
I love living in Arkansas, but the beauty of the forest really made me homesick for my native home, the Magnolia State. Looking down into the forest and seeing dozens of deer grazing on the depressed centuries old Natchez trace was surreal. The forests here are one of a kind. Maybe they just have that familiarity that can only exist when it's tied to countless childhood memories. The glassy reflection of cypress knees on the Ross Barnett, the smell of the pines and wisteria all made the afternoon feel like I needed to pedal in search of a porch swing hung under one of the many Spanish moss draped live oaks.
After dark the reflection of the full moon as I returned past Ross Barnett, the fire flies, the call of the owls, and the countless deer becoming emboldened by the darkness and gazing mesmerized at my headlight was all magic. The slow drawl of the other friendly cyclists I occasionally spoke to reminded me of everyone I grew up with.
The two rides yesterday and today on the Trace reminded me of all I love about this state. I do miss Mississippi and even if I never move back, it'll always be home.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Ain't Pride a Bitch
Friday, August 14, 2009
Gettin' Race Ready...
It's time to start hoisting the sails of training and blow out of the summer doldrums. The fall is coming up, and with that is a busy slate of races. There is a jam-packed schedule of AMBCS xc stuff, but the main event will be the Berryman Epic in Missouri. It's in mid-October and I'm pumped! There's plenty of time to get ready, but not much time to waste. I need to get in gear soon. I need just a little more base work, but I also need speed work and hill work.
I raced the Big Ballin' short track last Saturday and felt really good actually. I was right in there with my man Bob and Zane "boy wonder" Jeffers right before I flatted. I was able to get a wheel change though from Curtis and catch my lap back for a 3rd place finish. Not bad considering I've never been much of a crit racer. Check out the pic of me after the race with my jersey off. Why do I hear banjo's playing in the back ground?? Hmm...
Today I grabbed the skinny tires and headed over to the Spa City to hit a hill routine with Zane. That is what I need to do more of! I can hang with him on most hills, but he's so young he recovers way faster than me. So we're hitting the next hill before I've recovered and he already has. Great workout. I need to capitalize on him as a training partner while I can, because he is making so many gains that pretty soon he won't enjoy riding with me. Tomorrow I'll recover by taking the kids for a spin, then Sunday afternoon I'll do some base work at Camp.
This falls gonna be good...
Friday, July 10, 2009
Why Mountain Bikers Should Stay on Dirt and in the Woods
Well, as it turns out the last crit of the series we had like 6 of the guys from the MTB team show. So...all hyped up with adrenaline, endorphines, testosterone, and whatever other performance and mood enhancing naturally occuring drugs we had running through our veins we decided to try some group tactics. Realistically, Clayton or Wes Pruitt would have good shots at a win, if not several primes. I was pretty pumped just to be able to call myself a cool word -- Domestique...Admit it, it has a cool ring...
So the strategy was basically every lap or two one of us would attack the field. People would have to respond because even though the other of us (non Clayton & Wes's) weren't the favorites, we still were capable of competing. So one of us would attack causing several of the other strong riders to chase. Then as other strong riders would go to the front of the main group, we'd go to the front, control the pace at a slow enough cadence that it would take more attacks to real in the break away. Essentially we wanted to wear down the fastest guys. Clayton and I actually worked this well the week before and he won several primes with me controlling the pack while he broke away for the goods.
Anyway...About 15 minutes into our race, it was my turn to attack. I started to make my way to the front of the group. Right after we made a lap at the finish line there's a fairly sharp right hand turn. I don't know what happened. I just know my front wheel went airborn and then I was sliding across the pavement. It hurt sooo bad. Jeeze. It happened so fast. I don't know if I hit a rock, road paint, just slid out my front wheel, what. I just know my ass was sliding at 25+ mph on asphalt before I even knew what was going on. I lost a lot of hide on one spot on the back of my arm and on my hip. Several weeks of healing required.
Moral of the story: even when I "think" I know what I'm doing on a road bike, I don't. Stick to mountain bikes. The crashes are much lower speed, and typically are avoidable, unlike this beauty.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Chief Got His Again...
Friday, April 10, 2009
Ouachita Challenge Update
I rolled into Oden Saturday afternoon in time to see many of the Tour finishers coming through. It really was cool to see the look of joy, relief, satisfaction, and of course pain, on the faces of the finishers. I suspect that for many of them, this was their first time finishing the Big Ride. I have to give a shout out to our teammate Brad Curtis. Nobody on the team has worked so hard as him. And this year he finished the 60. Finishing that thing is such an accomplishment. Those that don't ride, or just ride road or groomed trail really don't have an appreciation of how difficult it is to do 63 miles in this part of the country. It's physically & mentally draining. There are several stretches in the Ouachita Trail segments where you can never get into a rhythm because of the jagged Martian surface rocks you're riding on. It seems like there's no way to keep momentum. It's cool to see those folks accomplish this. Two years ago I finished it for the first time. Since then I've been on a never ending quest to improve my performance each subsequent marathon event I do. For the most part I've been successful. But I digress...
Anyway...back to Oden...Got there in time to see Brad roll across. High 5's, pats on the back, gave him a little knuckle, then it was time to join in the spaghetti chow fest in the cafeteria. Ahh...cafeteria food. That brings back memories as well. After dinner I had planned on just sleeping on an air mattress in the back of the Suburban in the school parking lot that night. I was talking to Richard & Lee Bell--the best team owner/sponsor/captains ever--and they would have none of it. They had an extra bed in the cabin they rented and insisted I use it. Sa-weet! The good night sleep I would have in the cabin would pay dividends the next day fo sho.
I woke up the next morning feeling pretty fresh. I had a few butterflies in my stomach, but they were the good kind. They were there because I was itchin' to ride! I ate my breakfast of a banana, yogurt, LaraBar, and handful of Fig Newtons and was rolling back to Oden. I've gotten where my pre-race routine is less and less regimented for these marathon races. I barely even stretch now, much less do a real warm-up or time my nutritional intakes. I don't know if it's good or bad. But I think it is psychologically good because I stay more relaxed. And for a race like the OC with such a long road lead-out, it has a built in warm-up I guess.
My biggest concern was actually the weather. I got to Oden and it was drizzling rain and in the 50's. This is a tough temperature for me to dress for. Not quite cold enough for a jacket, but a little chillier than I like with just arm warmers or long sleeve jersey. I finally settled on my short sleeve jersey, arm warmers, and windproof vest. Lot's of options in that wardrobe for adding & removing layers.
Now it's race time! In years' past I've been real good about lining up in the front quarter or so of the mass pack for the start. Didn't happen this year. I got stuck a little more than halfway in the rear of the 375 or so combined riders. This was partially because they started us in a different spot, partially because I had my head up my ass not paying attention. Luckily, this was probably the biggest mistake I'd make all day. (A little foreshadowing there.)
Let me refer to previous posts on this blog and statements I've made to numerous people about my strategy. In years past, even a month ago at the 6 hr race, I let adrenaline get the better of me and I start too fast. Remember, this is not an XC race. This is an all day affair. Conservation and distance or the words to remember. Well...I did it again. I give up. Once that gun goes off I have horrid nightmares of being stuck behind a gajillion slow pokes in the single track. That was compounded by my poor starting position in the back of the pack. So once we were underway, I found myself rapidly trying to work my way up through to the front of the pack. To make matters worse, within a mile or two, the group broke into 2 pelotons. The front one, appeared to be about 75 riders strong. I was too deep in the second peloton to jump in with the A-group until they had a sizable gap. I badly wanted in that group. I figured that would buy my 5 easy minutes by just squeezing in the middle of that big mass of riders and riding the draft. So I kept pushing until finally I was at the head of the "B peloton". Then I decided I needed to bridge that gap, which by then was about 200 yds. What was I thinking? Wasn't going to happen. I worked my ass off for about 2 miles out in no-mans-land and finally reallized I could not ride solo across that gap. So now, instead of sitting in the B-group conserving energy, I was in no-mans-land working alone. Sheesh...
Finally we jumped onto this notorious dirtroad climb they said would separate the mass group before we hit single track. They were right. Suddenly I was instantly thrust back into the rear side of the A-group as they strung out for what seemed like miles on this rock, unstable, loose climb. This was a brilliant idea by the promoters. I hope they do it again. It adds more climbing to the course, but served the purpose well! My legs were feeling light and springy. Zane and Curtis jumped back on with me. We were keeping each other "sensible" by not pushing too hard up the climb. But I know we were all feeling good because it felt like we passed 50 people on that climb.
Once we finally ducked into the Womble, I was having a blast. The weather was improving with the sun coming out, my legs felt good, I was riding smooth, the trail was great. What a fun day! The first 5 miles or so of the Womble we were flying! Finally I had to holler up to Zane to slow the pace some. He said he was feeling it today. I reminded him that the race really doesn't even start until the first 25 miles and the Womble are behind us. He agreed and we dialed it down a half notch.
Coming down the East side of Mauldin Mountain, on the benchcut stuff with the big drop to the left, we come on this dude that was like 200 feet down the ravine with his bike. I stopped briefly and yelled to see if he was ok. He said he was cool so we kept rolling. Jeeze...if he went down with his bike, he was like another 20 feet from the cliff side...
We rolled into aid station #1 in good time. I debated not stopping, then opted to swing in and top off the camelback and my bottle. I opened them both and had barely touched either. It dawned on me I better start drinking!
I hit the road again and immediately hooked up with 3-4 guys and we decided to work together to cut the 20 mph winds. Then we picked Zane back up and also grabbed Robert Newcome. We kept this group together until the start of the Ouachita Trail at the Chalybeate Mtn base, and most of us hit the mountain together. Zane and I were riding the perfect pace for each other so far in the race. It's nice to have someone else that is riding your speed. I topped Chalybeate pretty smoothly cleaning everything and riding through stuff other guys were crashing on. However, I now could feel in my legs that they had worked. I decided to take some Endurolyte tabs to fend off the cramps.
Once we got to the next aid station, I took some fluids, ate some oranges, and then headed up Blowout Mountain. My nemesis. I was determined it wouldn't beat me this time. Whether it won or I did is up for debate still. I cleaned stuff I never cleaned on it before. I pretty much road everything that was not boulder covered. Even the long sustained climb to the peak I stayed on the bike. This made me feel good. The downside--I was anaerobic by the time it was finished.
On the way down Blowout I lost Zane. I think he was cramping up. I recovered some on the short flat roll-in to the last aid station. There, I cut up to Chuck Emmons. Now I was really pumped! Chuck is way faster than me usually. He's a bachelor and rides a lot! It was at this point that I first let the thought enter my head that I was having a good day and that a 6 hr time was actually within reach! Chuck and I rolled out and decided we'd try to pace each other the last 15 miles or so over Big Brushy Mtn and down the last road stretch to the finish. I hung with him for 2/3 of the way up Brushy. Then I was cooked. My legs were cramping, everything started to hurt. That was ok though. I just kept telling myself, drag yourself over this mountain, get on the road, and time trial it out to the finish. Unfortunately, I found my pain cave and couldn't get out. I lost a lot of time on Brushy. By the time I rolled off of it, Chuck probably had gapped me by 2 minutes. No worries though. I'm home free!
After time trialling with every last ounce of energy in my body I rolled in just over 6 hours. I think my official time was 6:08. My computer said 6:04. But who cares, either way I didn't break 6 hrs. But I'm not disappointed, that still was a fabulous time for me. Harder course this year, more climbing, and no recovering on the roads with the wind. I got 35th overall. I'm where I need to be in preparation for Syllamo's revenge. I think (hope) 5:30 is possible at Syllamo.