my weekly race log

Definitely inspiring me, I'm down 2 kg and well on my way from obese mantis to fat mantis status, aiming to at least do the kiddie pool cat 5 at the washington boulevard oval before the summer is out.

(slowly reading through the Nutrition Nazis thread and will be putting a proper plan into effect once I get my house move sorted)

Holy shit, Shasta, that's fantastic!

PODIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCKIN A! SHASTY!!

Did you do a Fat Mantis fistpump when you crossed the finish line solo?

PRO TRIP: you say PODIUM when you AREN'T the winner...

nasty shasty, what will this newfound success do for your wakeboarding career

well done

went out and did boring training ride this morning in the cold, so inspired was i by this tale

worst salute evar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIZzzZzwYzE

you won the race. but you failed at winning. ;)

<3

dude srsly at least a weak fist pump or something christ

ohai let me recap 4 U:

2 day stage race (3 races) in 103-110F weather.

9 lap SOLO breakaway averaging 25.5mph through a tight crit course (six 90 degree turns in <1km).

that last effort to the finish line is 32mph (yeah i know looks slow compared to Cav but my data says 32.3mph/191bpm/338W).

i finished 1 second ahead of the guy behind me in the GC. so u tell me bro: what's cooler, a salute or dropping a position in the GC?

;-P

a salute!

bah, h8 u

Pain and suffering. 64 miles of a moon crater course profile featuring a 3.7 mile, 1800 foot climb at mile 17 but the worst was that miles 11-32 were, how do I put this... honest to god THE WORST ROADS imaginable. I know that there is a current trend in cycling races for "{x}-Roubaix" style races but this was unbelievable garbage. New Deal-era roads that haven't been paved since. Potholes EVERYWHERE.. sometimes potholes in the middle of giant potholes. Washed out pie crust "roads" with long sections of deep sand and loose gravel in the corners. Washboard-style kidney abuse. Basically my back feels like it was jackhammered for 3 hours. I tried to stay loose but too much time in the drops made the last hour intensely painful with lower back cramps (cue Jens: "shut up back!")

The first 11 miles were uneventful and then once we hit the first rough patch of road, there were quite a few surges and attacks, but not without a cascade of bottle ejections littering the road. The climb begins slowly and I didn't have the ambition to stay with the leaders (2 teammates in the mix) so I let the lead group of 15 climbers get away up the road. I was in no man's land until about 5 mins before the climb really starts and was caught by a group of 3 riders, 2 of which wanted to work together and the other one went up the road. I almost went down in a really deep sandy section as my front wheel had a hard time going straight through the slop. With 2 teammates up ahead I had no reason to work particularly hard once I was caught so my pulls were very modest. With about 5 mins left in the climb we were caught by the Masters 35+ 1/2/3, led by a guy I train with on Tuesdays. He looked marvelous and we chatted a bit while he made his move, on his way to solo-ing the entire race for an amazing victory. I crested the hill and began my Fat Mantis style TT attack to break away from the guys who caught me who were themselves on the verge of getting caught by the main pack of our race.

Within minutes I had caught one of my teammates who was having mechanical problems with his chattering headset/front fork which made his descents really sketchy as it had rattled loose and would begin an oscillating wobble at speeds in excess of 35mph. He sent me ahead to try and help our leader, who within minutes I see on the side of the road with a flat and with no wheel vehicle in sight he was helpless. I offered my wheel but he waved me on, although I did envy him in the shade with a beautiful view of the sunflower-laden fields and longhorn steers grazing nearby while I was getting pounded into submission by the unrelenting potholes and washboard road.

Here I found myself in a familiar position: no man's land in pursuit of the lead pack and fearing the chase behind me. I'd see a rider here and there and slowly make my way up behind them to check their race number to see if they were in my race or not and then make my move around them accordingly. I ended up catching 2 guys who were dropped by the leaders and they wanted to work together up the last two short climbs. That's fine with me because I can't climb and I was looking forward to the final 25 miles of the race: roads of fresh smooth tarmac, a long fast non-technical descent and a tailwind all the way in to the finish line.

The final short ascents were not too bad and we had a neutral water feedzone at the crest of the final one. I had brought 4 bottles with me (2 in my jersey) and I had gone through 3 of them thus far. I took 2 neutral waters on board which made a lot of the pain go away. I started pullng towards 2 more riders from our race at the summit and then I turned on the Fat Mantis TT afterburners hitting 50mph on the descent and then 27-32mph on the false flat descent with tailwind. There was a group of riders ahead but they were pacelining and I could not seem to make any ground up on them. I could ~feel~ the presence of a chase group on my heels but couldn't see them so I just did my best to just maintain high speed, stay aero, and look for stragglers up road I could pick off. There were a few including one whippet/mantis from my race who I surprised with a 31mph blast-by just to make sure he didn't come along for the ride.

Ended up 8th of 28 with quite a few DNFs due to the course conditions. A couple bad falls and some crabon casualties spotted along the way as well. Kinda satisfied with my result as this is really not a Fat Mantis friendly course but wish I could have had a teammate or two at the end to keep the pace high.

That course sounds mental. Perhaps they should liven it up a bit more by spreading tacks on the road and throwing half-bricks at passing riders.

I offered my wheel but he waved me on, although I did envy him in the shade with a beautiful view of the sunflower-laden fields and longhorn steers grazing nearby while I was getting pounded into submission by the unrelenting potholes and washboard road.

^^ haha :)

pretty zen imo

shasty u r makin me want to go racing

BIKE RACING!!!!

unamerican

My second time at the Dunton circuit:
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3883667

In my first race there (6 weeks ago) I made the mistake of being near the back of the bunch when the bell rang for the last lap (2.7km/1.7miles). I fought hard to work my way through the pack, but the gaps weren't really there and I ended up 26th out of 46 (about 40 of whom were in the bunch sprint).

This time round I told myself to make sure I was well-positioned towards the end. Last time round there was a strong wind from east-to-west which meant you could attack on the 'hill' (more of a lump, to be honest) and then speed away down a slight descent with a tailwind on the backstraight. This time round was completely the opposite: a strong wind from west-to-east, which meant there was a tailwind for the home straight, but a hideous headwind after the climb.

The headwind was so strong that no breaks stood a chance. It didn't stop people going, but no group ever got more than about 100 metres advantage and it inevitably came back together time after time on the backstraight. I just bided my time, no attacks this time round, and if I noticed I was getting too far back in the bunch I would work my way up towards the front on the tailwind section.

When I guessed there were about ten minutes to go I decided it was time to get in place. I jumped up on the outside, even though it was into the headwind, and slotted in behind a couple of riders who were slightly clear at the front. I was still sitting there in third place as we passed the finish line and they rang the bell – excellent – I was exactly where I wanted to be.

We had to pass a lapped rider on the climb and I moved up into second place. I stayed on the first guy's wheel in the headwind section and kept looking round to see if anyone was going to come past us: nobody did. As we reached the loop at the top and started to turn into a crosswind I came past into first place and started to wind up the pace. There was just over a kilometre to go.

With about 800m to go two riders came flying past me – I got out of the saddle and gave it what I could to go after them. I slowly started to reel in the second of them, but with 500m to go a pack of riders came roaring past on my left. I couldn’t respond immediately as the rider I’d been chasing seemed to have blown and was going too slow, but I couldn’t come out to get past him. With 400m to go we were on the home straight, but the whole pack (of ten or fifteen riders) had come past me. By the time I’d accelerated up to top speed I was about ten bike lengths behind and couldn’t close the gap at all. Gah! I beat some people who were some distance back, but in terms of the bunch sprint I went from first to last in the space of about 30 seconds.

Average speed: 23mph, Time: just under 1 hour.

damn! what a riveting report. i like your style!

the only thing (in my very limited experience) i would change (and again this totally depends on your style of riding) is to hold off attacking in pure head/tailwinds. Ideally, attack on a pure cross wind and stay on the extreme leeward side so nobody can get a solid draft off of you. YMMV on this. I defer to Cutty/Hunt3r obviously.

(which you did so wtf am i on about?)

Well I love *both* your race reports. Group hug!

Yay - group hug!

I don't even know if I have much of a sprint because in most races I've been dropped before it gets to that stage. Theoretically, I think I'm better suited to an uphill finish. Anyway, I think I'm slowly learning: first time round I left it too late and couldn't fight my way through, this time round I went too early and didn't have enough left when they came past me. Next time round....?

lol group hug

My third race in five days this morning. Tuesday evening was the final 10-mile time trial on the Hog Hill circuit - equalled my PB for the course. Thursday evening was the road race on the Dunton circuit (upthread). This morning was supposed to be a two-up time trial on the lumpy 10.2 mile course.

A frantic start to the day: up at half past six for a bath because our shower broke yesterday, quick breakfast and then just about to set off for the 30-mile drive to the race HQ when I remember I've forgotten to put my clip-on tri-bars back on (removed for Thursday's road race). Some desperate allen key action and then a high speed drive only to arrive at the race HQ and find out that my partner had pulled out due to illness.

They said I could ride it individually, but technically my result wouldn't count as part of the individual event. I was in two minds as to whether to bother - the temperature was horribly low for July, the sky was filling with black clouds, and there was a swirling wind all around. I was running late and had a five-mile ride to get to the start, so I just decided I might as well do it seeing as I'd come that far.

There were a pair of women off two minutes in front of me, a pair of men off two minutes behind me, and a fast pair off two minutes behind them. I was expecting both pairs after me to catch me, so I decided I would try to match their pace once they did that, even if it hurt a lot. Obviously I wouldn't be allowed to ride in their slipstream, but I thought I would try to hold them at 20 yards.

I went out hard and fast, thinking there was a tailwind for the first section and wanting to take advantage of it (and hoping adrenalin would take care of the return leg). I reached the turn at just under 24mph and could see that I'd narrowed the gap on the pair in front of me to about a minute, while the pair behind me didn't seem to have made any impression.

The road twists and turns and goes up and down, so I kept losing sight of the pair in front, but bit-by-bit I was reeling them in on a five-mile pursuit. I was burying myself now and if they hadn't been there as a carrot I don't think I could have motivated myself to keep up that pace. I finally came past them just as we crested the final hill about 300 yards from the finish line - nice!

When I left there was only one result missing on the results board (for the fast pair four minutes after me), but I'd beaten all the other pairs on my own. Not bad.

lol nice work

My 2nd crit, very early this morning. Simply: I didn't race smart. Spent wayyyy too much time out front. Two unsuccessful breakaway attacks @ 20min (solo) & 22min (two-man counter on the catch). The course was not technical at all but had a couple easy rollers. I was not paying attention to the lap countdown and by the time I realized it was bell lap I was in a very poor position and had to spend most of my remaining energy chasing down the field sprint leadout trains to no avail. Estimated place: top 1/3rd but out of the top 10.

stats:
13.1 miles
25.1 mph
avg 254W
avg hr 164bpm

holy cow NB+S, solo TT machine.

To be fair, there weren't that many pairs in the two-up.

Criterium weekend part 2:

Today's course was much more fast despite being technical and more rolling. This one ringer broke away in lap 2 (after almost crashing after digging a pedal on turn 1) and stayed away for the remainder, impressive*. 26mph average over tight, technical rollers for 40 mins soloing is pretty crazy. I put in some attempts at bridging and attacking across but was unsuccessful and nobody wanted to work or were already redlining and just content to hang on.

(*This guy has won every race he's competed in but doesn't seem to be in any hurry to upgrade (spaces his races out 6-8 weeks). In fact, in the Hill Climb TT I raced in upthread, his time (despite being in a high category) would have placed in the top 5 pro 1/2 race including one ex-world champion and one current top US domestique.)

So when it looked like it was a race for 2nd I stayed in top 6 all race and attacked a couple times to try to thin out the selection in the final laps. I took 2nd in the field sprint (3rd overall). 40+ starters, only 17 finished (course marshalls pulled riders when they were dropped). We almost caught the lead guy (8 seconds) but he may have sat up when he felt comfortable with the winning advantage.

I felt MUCH better than yesterday. I actually got some sleep compared to the night previous and was way more relaxed and loose about things pre-race. I am realizing that the more pressure I put on myself the shittier my results are and when the winning move is made, I have trouble responding or keeping my wits about positioning and patience (too little or too much). Today was much faster, a far stronger field, way more challenging course and I had a podium finish. Something to be learned there imo.

Good stuff

This was pretty telling:
Distance 15.8 mi
Elapsed Time 00:39:33
Average Speed 24.8 mph
Max Speed 39.2 mph
Average Watts 256
Average Heart Rate172 bpm = 90% of max!

256!

http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TK68x0VtXks/TEOKA8IpFBI/AAAAAAAAKtE/EOb_UPUPGKQ/s912/IMG_4353.JPG

what is in your bottle?!

why is that man's face in yr butt

they're obviously cresting up the arse corner

hey cuttles, q for you: did you by any chance hear about (or even see??) a bad crash in a recent prospect park masters' race? an acquaintance of mine was swapping paint with some other dude and i guess the guy got pissed and ~unclipped~ and ~kicked~ B----, causing a huge pileup which left B with a bunch of broken rips, a punctured lung, and i think a broken collarbone?

anyway, he is unhappy about it

Did the craziest race tonight. My club's annual road race (i.e. only members of the club can take part) was supposed to be held on the Hog Hill circuit, but apparently the booking got mucked up, so we ended up using the most bizarre circuit instead. It was in the grounds of a school and was presumably built for kids to practice riding a bike safely. It was only 0.3 miles long and had 8 bends in it: most of them literally straight-edged right-angles rather than actual curves. This included a chicane section which had two right-angled bends right after each other. The reason it was so weird is because it was squeezed around the perimeter of a small playing field and tennis courts. It was also very narrow, just about wide enough for a car (but it wouldn't be able to get round the right-angled bends). In theory you could ride three abreast at maximum, but you would have to be going extremely slowly: in reality it was single file 95% of the time.

There were about 15 to 20 riders taking part with a wide range of levels. Seeing as the lap times were less than a minute, and it was impossible to ride alongside someone (apart from two very brief sections), this meant it disintegrated into random chaos in a very short space of time. People were being lapped in next to no time, then double-lapped, then triple-lapped, then god knows what. I did approximately 60 laps, there must be people who did at least ten less than that. It was very difficult to tell who you were competing with because you couldn't work out if someone was on the same lap as you or not.

The circuit was extremely technical and I found it difficult from the off. The leaders started to open a gap which I found impossible to close down because there were so few sections where you could actually pedal for any length of time, and even then if you built up too much speed you would inevitably crash on the corner. For a while I was in a 'bunch' (make that 'single file line') of four, possibly contesting fourth place, but who really knew? It was very difficult to work my way to the front of this group, not least because there were so many lapped riders to deal with which made it very sketchy. I gradually got braver (i.e. avoided touching the brakes except on the chicane) despite the fact it was raining for the second half of the race.

Me and another guy were battling for (fourth? fifth?) with a few laps to go. There were a couple of stragglers up ahead of us who we were catching right on the finishing straight: this was one of the few sections where you had a few seconds to try to get past someone before hitting a tight right followed immediately by a tight left. I started to sprint past them on the right - almost simultaneously the guy with me shouted to them 'on your left' as he tried to come past on the other side. Bad move - there simply wasn't space for that. I reached the bend first and heard a crash behind me. I glanced around half a lap later and there was nobody there: all three of them had been taken out.

Not really my kind of circuit.

I'm doing one more road race on Thursday (my third attempt at Dunton: this time I won't be at the back or at the front when the sprint starts winding up, I'll try to be bang in the middle), then taking a month off racing and just enjoying August and doing a few longer rides if I get the time.

holy shite was there someone counting laps? that seems like one of those races that just finishing in one piece is considered a success.

They had spotters shouting out the numbers as we went over the finish line for each lap and presumably somebody was writing it all down, but how they made sense of it I have no idea. They only told us the top three positions, so I don't know if they could work out the rest.

It wasn't really *that* tough physically, it was just very demanding from a bike handling point of view (and bike handling is where I'm not a viking).

my handling still needs mucho improvement. i'm hoping to take a clinic this winter to get it together.

just saw this:

what is in your bottle?!

― alberto cat6ador (cozen), Tuesday, July 20, 2010 2:26 PM (1 week ago)

http://www.hammernutrition.com/products/perpetuem.pp.html
caffe latte, looks kinda like chocomilk

My final road race of the season (probably - will do a few time trials in September, though) tonight and it couldn't have been more different from Tuesday's madness.

I was back on the Dunton test circuit. My previous two races there were both at 23mph, in the first I came 26th out of 46 (with 41 of us in the sprint) having been poorly positioned on the final lap, in the second I was much better positioned, but went far too soon and had the whole bunch come past me while I finished 20th out of 21.

Tonight was a bigger field (maybe 35? 40?). The pace was higher right from the start (we ended up averaging 24mph and did 26 miles) and quite a few riders were shelled out the back and repeatedly lapped. I spent most of the race doing an invisible man impersonation: largely sitting bang in the middle of the bunch, ignoring any attacks on the assumption they would get swept up, ignoring any primes, just doing as much as I could to avoid riding doing any more work than I had to. Every now and then I would sprint up to the front of the bunch if I felt I'd slipped to far back, but that was about it. It was kind of hypnotic just endlessly staring at back wheels and jockeying for position.

I made sure I came towards the front after about 50 minutes, but this time I didn't allow myself to get stuck right at the front and I tried to sit in about 8th place. The pace surged after the bell and I was gasping a bit and my legs were getting tired (two races and 110 miles in the last 48 hours), but I was determined not to let the elastic snap. For the whole of the last lap I kept on the left because that's where I wanted to be, left and high up on the banking, as we came out of the final bend. It worked and I was able to open up my sprint from there without getting boxed in (although I ended up on the extreme right hand side of the road as I fought to find gaps).

I won't know the official result until they e-mail me in a few days' time, but I would guess somewhere between 10th and 15th. Anyway, I'm pleased with it.

44 miles of flatness (~1200 feet of "climbing"). I thought this was a race I could get in a break and win so what did I do: 8 attacks off the front. Longest time spent away was about 30 seconds. I realized it was gonna come down to a bunch sprint at the end so I sat in for the last 10 miles and finished 11th out 47 in the field sprint. Frustrating that you can lose 10 places in <1 second, not that I'm much of a sprinter anyway.

Mixed feelings: In retrospect, I should have just sat in and just conserved until the final 700m and put in a 25-30 second effort and finished top 3. But I wonder if one of my attacks could have got away and I could have avoided the sprint altogether in the break... you can't win if you don't try.

Meh.

In retrospect, I should have just sat in and just conserved until the final 700m and put in a 25-30 second effort and finished top 3.

WAKEBOARDING

THINK ABOUT IT

state criterium championships, going for glory:
http://erikakali.smugmug.com/Sports/Vacaville-Gran-Prix-82910/IMG5153/988330522_tEDnj-L-1.jpg

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