Check it!

Remember all the way back to Syllamo’s Revenge? Well, if you don’t, you can check out my race report in Issue #12 of XXC Magazine. I’d actually volunteered the report ahead of time when Jason Mahokey twittered about needing them. He does a great job of covering anything related to off-road endurance racing, so be sure to check the other stuff on the site, too. Anyways… when we arrived home after Ironbutt, this was in my mailbox:

 

 

I’ve always eyed the t-shirts & other gear on the XXC site, but never pulled the trigger on it. Thanks, Jason!

One Lap of Memphis

With the recent mid-season lull in racing, training has ramped up to 14, 16, and 18 hour weeks of a mix of group rides, intervals, and long endurance rides. The feather in the training cap was yesterday’s One Lap of Memphis, a charity group MTB ride that visits each trail in the Memphis area in one long day in the saddle.

Since Ryan hadn’t ridden a 100 on his MTB, and the course is, as far as 100s go, an “easy” 100, it was the perfect introductory opportunity for him. I took it upon myself to pace with him to make sure he didn’t go out too hard, eat too little, or finish too slow.

Almost 40 riders started out from the ride organizer’s house in Lakeland and headed towards the short, steep Lakeland Trails just a few miles away. We rode near the front and hit the trail in the first 10 or so people. Unfortunately, Ryan had a mis-shift and stalled out on the first hill. We’d decided ahead of time that in case of a mishap, we’d meet back up in the parking lot after the lap, so I continued on at a steady pace. Ryan ended up catching back up to me at the end of the lap when I stopped to tighten my headset, and we hit the road with a group of about 20 people to paceline out to Herb Parson’s Lake.

At Herb’s, we entered the trail a few seconds behind a few hammerheads that were chasing Boomer Leopold. We had a nice group going through the woods when Ryan had a stick jump up into his rear derailleur. Luckily, the derailleur hanger did its job, and, after a quick replacement, we were back on our way.

 

The group thinned out a lot on the next road section, and we entered the Collierville gravel greenline feeling good. The flat gravel was a little monotonous, but would soon get much more interesting when it ended at 4 wheeler trails for the last couple of miles to Houston Levee road. Even though the trails have seen relatively little rain lately, the trail was rutted out with hub-deep water/mudholes. Some were rideable if you could balance on the middle berm between ruts without losing a wheel into a rut, but others were giant holes that forced you to hike-a-bike in the thorn bushes next to the trail.

Eventually, we made it out to Houston Levee road. Our drivetrains were covered in mud and sand, so my first priority was to find a way to clean them off. A mile or so up the road, we found a hose spigot behind Canale’s grocery store and washed the debris from our drivetrains. The next “trail” after a few more miles of road riding was the unfinished greenline paralleling Macon Rd. It’s basically an old railbed with the tracks removed. Further in town, it’s been finished and paved over, but from Shelby Farms east, it’s somewhat loose and very overgrown. We passed a lot of riders who were being broken by the extra few watts required to push through the rock and plants and found the turn-off to the last section of singletrack before the mid-ride aid station.

EDIT FOR CLARIFICATION: At Germantown Parkway, we also passed some guys who were much faster than either of us on a good day, but had stopped at a nearby pizza restaurant since some in the group had run out of water. The restaurant owner was apparently gracious enough to let grimy MTBers in the store (I heard they tipped well). I’m not totally clear on if/when we passed each other again because I saw some of them at the aid stop, some of them left the course around that point since they’d ridden to the start from their homes ~10-15 miles away, and I think that Ryan and I were 4th and 5th to finish.

Other than a little hike-a-bike through a gully, that trail (Shelby Farms North Blue trail) was generally uneventful. We rolled in to the rest stop and took a little break to refill our water, eat some snacks, and lube our chains before heading back out for a steamy lap of the Tour de Wolf trail before moving on to the Blue of the Wolf River Trail. The next real challenge was the yellow trail, which was hit hard by the recent spring flooding a few months ago. The flood washed some trail out, knocked trees down, and covered much of the trail with seemingly bottomless amounts of powdery river sand. The south part of the trail was passable in most places, but the north end after Walnut Grove was in rough shape. With all of the sand hiking and detouring around trees, our average speed was 4mph for those few miles.

Once we reached the next road section to get to Stanky Creek, we knew that the worst was behind us. At Stanky, we refilled again (I had my first Mexican Coke… damn, that’s good) and went out for our last piece of singletrack before the finish. Ryan entered the trail ahead of me. I could tell that he was starting to feel the effect of the long day in the saddle by the amount of speed he was scrubbing down the hills. About halfway through, I took over the pacing to try and encourage him to keep off the brakes so we wouldn’t have to work as hard to get up the subsequent rollers.

Soon enough, we were back on the road and covering the last 6-7 miles before the finish. We traded pulls until we caught up to a couple of riders a couple of miles out. I was indifferent and figured we’d just ride in with them, but when one of them took a stupid turn into traffic on Germantown Parkway and the other jumped around us to catch up once traffic cleared, it was obvious that they wanted to finish ahead of us. Being the competitive-natured individuals that we are, we gave them the roadie treatment. Rather than chasing them wildly, I paced us steadily to their rear wheel, where we rested briefly until we reached the bottom of a hill and attacked around them and held the hard effort until the final turn, where we looked back to see that they were nowhere in sight. Ryan and I pulled into the finish at 9 hours and 45 minutes.

 

We cleaned up, socialized a few minutes, then headed home to relax and eat some Mexican food before laying around and watching the Tour for the remainder of the evening. I’m very proud of Ryan and happy that I could help him get through such a tough day.

Ride, Recover, Repeat…

You gotta love having a coach that occasionally assigns training intensity as “ripping”… as in, “2hr fun ripping SS ride.” Friday morning, I woke up early and went to Stanky Creek, where I was reminded of how much flow Stanky Creek does not have. I still made it around a couple of laps, but I think I’ll take that workout elsewhere next time and cancel my tentative plans to attend the TT/XC race there next month.

Saturday morning, the Memphis Hightailers held their annual Red, White, and Blue ride. Interesting bit of “history” for you- The 2006 RW&B ride was my 2nd or 3rd real bike ride ever, and I gutted through the 64 mile route (at least doubling the mileage of my two previous rides) on 4 gels while riding a Trek Navigator hybrid bike. Thanks to the Warthogs for helping me through that one…

This Saturday, Ryan and I did not attend the RW&B ride. It seemed silly to spend $90 (45 each- not for a charity) to do a ride we’d have to ride/drive a good distance to when we have the Trinity ride nearly out our back door. So, at 7:30, we showed up at the usual meeting spot… where no one else showed up. Well, almost no one- we decided we’d ride the route alone and picked up a couple of stragglers along the way. They drafted us whilst talking obnoxiously about training zones  for the first part of the route, so once we were out of the suburbs, I picked up the pace to “STFU” intensity (with Ryan’s help, of course). We continued to throw in small attacks/hard pulls until they decided they’d turn off at the short cut spot in the route. Ryan and I continued our efforts all the way in to Arlington, where we stopped to refill our bottles then cruised home.

After lunch, we laid around with the dogs to watch the opening stage of the Tour while I laced up my new race wheels- Crest rims, DT Swiss Aerolite spokes, Prolock brass nipples, and Hope Pro II Evo hubs. At 1630g, not the lightest build in the world, but strong enough that I won’t kill them in one season.

P.S. Marley was over for dog-sitting. Indy has a new best friend. Or pillow… haven’t figured that one out yet.

I thoroughly enjoyed getting to ride/spend the day with Ryan. Our work/training/racing schedules have been so different lately that it’s been rare for us to spend an entire day together, so Saturday was a refreshing departure from the usual routine.

Sunday morning, I left out early for 5.5 road hours on the MTB. I’ve put Small Block 8 cyclocross tires on it, so I can roll a lot faster than I was with the wider/heavier MTB tires. It was warm out, but I’ve got a great mid-ride water stop at the Shady Grove church in Fayette County. They have an ice-cold well water spigot that is incredibly refreshing at nearly 3 hours into a long ride.

 

Bonus points to anyone who can tell me what’s missing from my bike in the above picture…

After the ride, we had some all-you-can-eat sushi and followed it up with more laying around/napping/Tour watching. Today, we polish off the long weekend with some Tour, a recovery ride, and an afternoon 4th of July party at the house of one of Ryan’s teammates. Perfect weekend? Pretty damned close.

Not all bad news

Sorry to bum everyone out with my last post. In more and more ways, I’m finding that life experience and bike experience can occasionally parallel each other. Finding out about the death of my friend was a lot like face planting into a tree at ~12mph. What has happened since then is like the remainder of my story that day.

(you should click the link above and read it right now so that the remainder of this post makes sense… go ahead. I’ll wait)

I found out last night that my uncle is in the hospital for kidney and lung problems. Finding out about this, I felt the same way that I did on the stalled out boat that day… at that point, nothing short of the boat catching on fire and sinking was going to be any worse than going face first into mother nature’s baseball bat. In a way, I feel the same now.

I’m sad. It sucks. It sucks really, really bad. But, eventually, the boat will crank, I’ll get to shore, ice down my lip, and the wounds will slowly heal  to leave a barely perceivable scar.

 

In much happier news, RDO parts are starting to arrive. I’ve got rims, spokes, seatpost, a KMC gold chain and some other random parts waiting for me at the shop right now. I’m hoping that the order from Hope (brakes and hubs) gets here soon so I can build the wheels. I’ll post a few teaser pics once that happens.

Two things are certain in life

No eccentric bottom bracket will ever be 100% quiet.

Also, death. I very recently found out that a good friend of mine whom I’d lost touch with died last month by committing suicide. She was always the type that you wouldn’t hear from for a while, but that would eventually come around and want to meet up for lunch. She was also the type that, when I didn’t hear from her for a long time, I had a very, very bad feeling gnawing at the pit of my stomach until I finally heard the news.

I feel like somewhere, something has pulled a plug out of my body and part of me has drained out. We’re all going to die at some point, and I think, on some level, everyone is afraid of dying. We can hope, though, that at that moment, however brief and fleeting, the certainty of death brings a sense of peace and relief.

I miss you.

Slice of Life

Since Ryan has been away racing ToAD in Wisconsin, I’ve taken to trying to keep myself busy. I generally have just been riding and tinkering around with the bikes- especially the Jet9. After mentioning in my last post that I wanted to sell it and get an RDO, I was immediately contacted by Scott, the incredibly nice guy who gave me a tube back at Cohutta. The Jet now has new home as a pimpin’ new ride for his wife.

Also, I’ve placed the order for the RDO and generally planned out how it’ll get built up…

 

It’s not all about bikes, though. I’ve also been moonlighting as a hairstylist…

 

This weekend didn’t go as originally planned. The Hamilton Creek 50 was rescheduled due to heavy rain on the trails during the past week. Big kudos for the promoter for stepping up and doing the right thing to preserve the hard work that is put in to creating and maintaining a trail system. So, instead, I stuck around for an ass-kicking weekend of training.

Saturday, I figured out that “Brickhouse” is starting to mean more than the fact that I’m stouter than your average lady on a bike. This whole training/patience thing is starting to have tangible results in both racing and at the Saturday morning world championships (A.K.A, the Trinity ride). It was a hot hammerfest, but I managed to stay with the lead group. The most noticeable thing? My top end is not incredibly high. What I noticed after that? What top end power I do have just doesn’t quit. If there’s a surge or an attack, I can’t immediately match it. I can, however, fight right back in to the group as everyone is fading/settling. It happened repeatedly today. Unlike my training in the past, I finally feel like I’m on a fvcking solid foundation.

Brick by mother-effin-brick, I’m getting faster.

Today I hit the road on my A9C for 5 hours/82 hot, awesome miles. I decided to put some Small Block 8 CX tires on it so it wouldn’t be quite as slow-rolling. Matt went with me, kept me company, and was nice enough to pump my tire up a couple of times when the tube sprang a slow leak. It was painful, but my MTB legs are coming around quickly…

 

 

Brakes, Rings, and a future addition to the stable…

Just after Mohican, I ordered a shiny new Rotor Q-Ring for my singlespeed. Disclosure- like SRAM, Rotor is definitely NOT a sponsor. They gave me the “don’t call us, we’ll call you” business when I made a request last year. This was an EP (employee purchase) privilege from my place of employment (Outdoors, Inc.) who actually does sponsor me. Like I’ve said in the past- shop there, thank a sales associate for the company’s support of me. Your appreciation will be heard more than once, I promise.

I digress…
The Q-Ring sat around for a while because I was having brake issues with the R1s on the singlespeed. I still have a love/hate relationship with these brakes. The feel wonderful, but they’re terribly finicky. My rear one had a piston that would not retract all the way. It made noise during the entire race in Ohio, and I spent a good bit of time troubleshooting it when I had the chance back home. It ended up being something sticky in the master cylinder that was causing the issue. Three bleeds, some drilling, and lots of cursing later, I have a cotter pin as a pad bolt, and my brake is back to working fabulously.

With that fixed, I was finally motivated to install the Q-Ring. It’s a 34 tooth, but the diameter changes throughout the pedalstroke in order to minimize the time you spend in the “dead spot” of your stroke. No, it’s not like Biopace. Shimano Biopace was the opposite, and quite a bit more extreme. Also, no, it doesn’t require the use of a chain tensioner. There’s a definite “tight spot” in the chain, but I’ve seen normal round rings with more slack/tight than the Q-Ring.

 

I hooked it up with an 18t and rode it yesterday morning for the first time. Since I roll out to the trails on the road, the first thing I noticed is that it smooths out your “almost spun out” pedal stroke. If you’ve ridden SS on less than desirable SS courses, you know that you can spend a lot of time at that cadence. Other than a bit of added smoothness, I couldn’t tell a huge difference as far as heart rate or ease of climbing. Granted, it was an easy, flat ride. The real test will be racing this weekend with a little climbing & tech stuff to get through. Updates to follow.

In other news worth mentioning, Niner has released the Jet9 RDO (race-day optimized) carbon fiber full suspension hotness. I’m getting one. So, the Jet is officially back up for sale, though this time, it’s got Avid brakes with fancy gold hoses, as well as my nice, light set of Crest/Hope race wheels. I haven’t figured out a price yet, but it’ll be a “get it out of my garage” sort of thing for sure. I might even throw in some new 9-speed drivetrain parts to sweeten the deal. That’ll be its own post, though.

Now you know…

This weekend, while Ryan was racing the Smith and Nephew Omnium in town, I took to the road for some solo training time. Honestly, after hearing Saturday race reports from my former M&B teammates, I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to be NOT road racing. I am, however, happy to be heading to Nashville next weekend for the 50 Miles of Hamilton Creek. Being a smaller, local race, I’m more just rolling it into my normal training schedule in lieu of the usual interval/endurance rides.

This weekend, though I didn’t race, was actually quite the learning experience. Well, Saturday was just a reminder…  I went out for 2×20 intervals. At the beginning of the 1st one, I was feeling amazing, and had to keep reminding myself to back off so I could maintain the same pace for the entire 20 minutes. As most good 20 minute intervals go, the pace went from feeling easy(ish) to being pretty damn hard for the last few minutes. Ok, maybe a little too hard.

I spun for 10 minutes before my 2nd interval, hit the lap button on the Garmin, and ramped the wattage back up. Err… at least for a minute or two. Within the first five minutes, I realized I’d torched my legs, and ended up with a 20 minute average power that was less “zone 4” and more “exuberant zone 3.” Oops. Guess I need a little more practice on that one…

Sunday’s ride was equally as eye-opening. I’ve started using my geared MTB for my steady endurance rides, so I headed out for 3.5 hours of steady riding on the road. I realized over the course of that 3.5 hours that I’m horribly inefficient when it comes to riding my MTB in that manner. My pedal stroke is not very smooth, and my power output is surprisingly lower. I’m guessing this is a big part of why I’ve been experiencing cramps and unusually high levels of fatigue when racing geared.

And yes, peanut gallery- the fit of this bike is nearly identical to my road bike. I’ve taken many measurements and done lots of tweaking in order to duplicate it.

While my training experiences over the weekend have left me tired and sore, it’s always encouraging to discover specific weaknesses like I did in the last two days. I learned this from Saturday morning GI Joe cartoons…

Back to Business

The week off after Mohican was a fun one. I bathed my soul in alcohol and didn’t ride much- which is essentially a great time… until it’s not. Monday night, we polished off the week of not giving a f*** by hanging out with coworkers at Flying Saucer, where I wing-womaned for Kenny (successfully, I might add), and Ryan broke his iPhone

(more on that in a second)

The next morning, it was back to being serious. Intervals. Thousands of them. Ok, maybe just 3 really hard ones. I felt like breaking the cranks off of my bike, which is a great thing on your first day back to training, because it indicates that you rested as hard as possible. Wednesday, I decided that since I have a fancy powertap wheel and the rigid fork on my geared A9C, that I was going to start doing some of my long, steady rides on it rather than the road bike. I figure at some point, I’ll be racing it long distances, so I might as well train on it more often as well.

Oh yeah- remember the broken iPhone? We fixed it last night. I say “we” because Ryan ordered a screen, took the old one off, and installed the new one.

 

All the while, I was sitting at my computer providing life-coaching services to Matt via Facebook. Apparently, everything came apart OK, but when it came time to  re-install the 500 thousand teeny electronics screws, Ryan started to get really frustrated. Like any respectable man, he throws things when he’s frustrated, so when I heard the sound of something hitting the wall from the other end of the house, I figured it was time to step in and offer up my dexterity and patience…

It eventually all came together, and, sometime around midnight, we got to sleep.

Looking ahead? Well, the Smith and Nephew Gran Prix Omnium is this weekend, and it includes the State Championship crit. I was initially planning on poaching the crit, but then realized that I didn’t feel like ditching a week of training focused on my endurance endeavors just so I could gun for another white TN Champ jersey to add to my overflowing  collection (smirk). So, instead, it’ll be more intervals and more long rides on the MTB…

 

 

Night Train to Memphis

Today was my first day back to (something like) training following the build up to Mohican. It’s been a nice, chill week. I rode a couple of times, but I’ve generally kicked back and relaxed from the serious saddle time that I’ve been putting in lately. This week, it’s intervals on Tuesday & a long (ish) ride on Wednesday. Woooooohooooo!!!

Sorry, the week off has left me antsy.

I had some company on today’s ride. Last week I gave Matt the training ride assignment to ride all day and find Arkansas. I’ve always wanted to know what’s over there, so I figured it’d be good to have a scouting mission first. So, today, we made our way across the bridge to the gravel between the river and West Memphis. At one point, we found some gumbo that clogged up Matt’s urethra tires, and we decided to turn around and go back. The Memphis skyline looks pretty boss from the farmland in Arkansas…

PS- you’ve gotta actually look at the gallery photos to understand the title of the post.