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.

 

Indecision 100

Six days out from the Mohican 100, and I’m already feeling the pre-race crazies. At least 3 of the usual NUE badasses are at the TSE race, which runs from today until June 4th (same day as Mohican). This means that I’ll have the opportunity to scoop up some good NUE points if I can place well (I’m currently sitting 5th overall). Not that I’m totally discounting the current entries into Mohican or anything- BrendaLee Simril will be there, and she’s finished ahead of me in both NUE races so far. Also, I’m sure Laureen, just a couple of points behind me, will be looking for the opportunity to strike as well.

All of this, in addition to not knowing the course very well, leads to a little bit of singlespeeder apprehension. Last year, the course was a blur of mud and thunderstorm. I broke my rear brake lever off, then proceeded to bend and break my chain (two separate occurrences in two different spots on the chain). At the 3rd aid station, I said f*ckit and DNFd the race. Once I was home, I realized that I’d also cracked my Air9 in the process. In the meantime, I wasn’t paying attention to the course or giving singlespeeding it any thought.

This year, the forecast is looking good for fast course conditions (though, now that I’ve said that “out loud,” the city of Loudonville is doomed to a tornado on Saturday). I’m still not totally sure about gear or suspension choice, and somewhere, in the back of my mind, there’s a tiny voice saying “take the geared bike!” since what I do remember about the course is a lot of short, steep hills that will undoubtedly put me on my feet if I choose a singlespeed gear that will get me through the flat parts of the course without major spinout.

…fear not though. I’m feeding that voice a tiny glass of STFU with a side of GTFO.

In other news, the rule in the house on Friday was “no one under 30 can wear a shirt”…

 

Crisis Averted

After Sunday’s failed attempt at training, I was prettymuch freaked out. Nothing I can think of had changed in my post-race/pre-ride routine- sleeping, eating, stress levels, activity levels… you name it. Normally, under those circumstances I’m ready for training a few days after the race. So, when massive fatigue struck when I tried to get back into it, I was totally caught off guard.

In the two days following that, I felt pretty awful- both physically and mentally. I couldn’t think straight, and I just wanted to lay in bed and hide with the covers over my head. Instead, I worked, ate, and recovery rode on the commuter. Nothing like a trip to Yogurt Mountain when you’re feeling drained…

 

Yesterday (Wednesday) was D-day. After breakfast, I suited up and attempted another workout. First hour- feeling good… though, with the headwind, I was occasionally riding 14mph @ 255 watts. No spacing out, no feeling tired. All systems go. The two intervals that followed were absolutely painful in the best possible way. Success! I rode the tailwind home and threw in a couple of hill attacks for good measure.

Phone Photodump

…and more random thoughts that I can’t write an entire post about.

– In the comments (and in post-race conversation), I’m getting a lot of “if you had gears and suspension, you’d be fast” type comments. Ok, I’ll give you suspension. The rigid fork was perfect for Cohutta. It slowed me down on the fast parts of the Syllamo trail. But gears?

Last I checked, Gerry Pflug has finished ahead of Amanda Carey at both Cohutta and Syllamo.

Yes, I realize that I’m not Gerry Pflug, but give it a rest. I’m not totally sticking to one or the other, I’m just having a lot of fun on a singlespeed right now. My point is that gears aren’t a necessarily a prerequisite for success.I still stand by my statement that at places like Syllamo, gears are a liability.

– On a totally different note, I think that the “age group” placings for triathlons are silly. It’s like “participation awards” for the kids that couldn’t win anything at field day in elementary school. If you win your age group, but 4 other people of your gender finished ahead of you, then guess what… you did not win. The exception- masters racing. There is a point at which you start to slow down (men moreso than women), so it makes sense to offer a “masters” category (as in road racing). But 5 year age groups? That’s just silly. Try to beat everyone.

-Speaking of age, I turned 30 the day after Syllamo’s Revenge. My parents took me to dinner at an authentic Chinese place, where we had a giant fried fish that was awesome (photos below).

-Other things included in the gallery: pre-race photos from Thursday’s ride & post-ride soak in the creek near the cabin, stuff inside the cabin like Iron Chef, my alone-at-the-cabin security system, Matt covered in terriers, and porch views. Next, some birthday shots of Matt’s present to me, a card from my parents, and the aforementioned giant fish. Also,  though I didn’t race the final Tiger Lane crit, I did ride up and watch. Included are some shots that involve beer. Finally, a couple of random weekend shots- including one of me drinking a Smirnoff Ice. For all of you who have wanted to see a mohawk photo… here’s your chance.

 

Addendum: for those of you that don’t read the comments, I though I’d bring the following to your attention for further clarity on the triathlon matter.

From Mike:

Triathalon is MUCH more popular than mountain bike or road racing nationwide. That’s fact. What bike race has amatuer registration in the hundreds, sometimes over a thousand? Many tris do. Even the biggest mtb race I’ve done (the Shenandoah 100) doesn’t come close to the registration numbers of scores of tris on the east coast alone.
Part of the reason for this is age group placement. It gives more people a chance to compete in an evener field.

Try considering the bigger impact on the health of the sport rather than who’s really “winning.”

Disclosure: I am not a triathlete at all (terrible swimmer) but my wife is relatively successful…as a previous age group champion for the southeast.

My thoughts:
You’re exactly right. Triathlons are wildly popular vs. road or MTB racing. However, I don’t think that the main reason is because of age groups.
First, just to clarify, until you get to the “masters” realm, an age group- ESPECIALLY for women- does not denote an “evener” group of competitors. Physiologically speaking, it just doesn’t. You can’t argue with science. From an ability standpoint, it makes just as much sense as taking all the people from ages 18 to 35, putting their names into a hat, and drawing them out into random groups to tell them who they are competing against. I still stand by my statement that if you “win” your 20-24 age group while coming in 4th overall, you just didn’t win. You got 4th. Hate me for it all you want, but it won’t change human physiology. My original comment is addressed towards that 4th place person, not the person that just wants to be healthier.
The real reasons why triathlons are so popular is because, to the crowd that just wants to improve health, challenge themselves a little, and isn’t overly concerned with winning, a triathlon is a great thing to do- because of the variety of skills involved, the training is more interesting than the “specialist” athlete, and, above all, a triathlon is much less intimidating than a road or mountain bike race.
With road racing, you have pack dynamics, strategy, confrontation, etc. It can be an intimidating environment. Put me in a road race with a triathlete that’s stronger than me on the bike. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I’ll tell you now that her chances of beating me are slim. Road racing is like a strenuous game of chess. It’s often the smartest (as opposed to the strongest) who wins. Someone who doesn’t want to tackle that learning curve isn’t going to have a good time road racing.
Same with MTBing- it requires a great deal of skill AND fitness to be a great mountain biker. Once again, for the person just looking to be more fit and have a good time, the amount of skill required can be discouraging.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that a triathlon isn’t “hard,” I’m just saying that from the perspective of someone wanting to be more fit and try some sort of competition, that (save those who swim like a 1-legged horse) it’s the easiest and least intimidating from a skill standpoint.

 

When to Hold & When to Fold

After a week of relaxing and riding, I was ready to get back to my usual training schedule.  Yesterday morning, I decided to ride the geared bike first thing and try the Powertap wheel and new cable routing.The workout was somewhat short and meant to serve as a wake-up call to the vacationing legs. I hit the prescribed numbers, but felt a little sluggish. No big deal- I figured it was just the “waking up” process.

Oh yeah… and the shifting is awesome now. Hopefully I’ve solved that one for good. The powertap, on the other hand, is getting a warranty replacement on the freehub because the two bearings inside seized up sometime during/after Ryan rode it in the Syllamo’s Revenge 50.

Anyway… I thought I’d be good today. I awoke to thunderstorms this morning, but since it’s (finally) warm out, I headed out for my long ride after the worst passed and the rain was steady and thunderless. I felt fine, but should have known better when I passed through a space/time gap early in the ride (you know- where you space out for a minute then are somewhat disoriented when you snap back). I did my best to ignore my brief lapse of awareness and continued on my way.

An hour and a half later, I started to feel exhausted. I sent a text to my coach and asked for advice, and in the meantime, attempted one of the prescribed intervals. It wasn’t good. I checked my phone and saw the advice that I probably should have figured out on my own: “Go Home.”

So, I did. It rained more. When I got back, I laid down in the shower and almost fell asleep. It wasn’t a total wash of a day- I still had 3 solid hours of steady riding. The rain was fun, too.
Now, I’m laid back on the bed eating a Kashi pizza and watching Carl Sagan’s Cosmos on Hulu with a snoring dog and farting kitten. I finally figured out how to get my computer and my phone to talk to one another, so I’ll get some photos of all sorts of things posted tomorrow morning.

 

 

Post-Race Stuff

After the race this weekend, I was giving mud-covered post race congrats/hugs to Brenda and Sonya when Ryan O’Dell (the “NUE Guy”) asked Brenda and I if we could do a short interview. Here’s the Cyclingnews race report that includes a little bit of that: Syllamo 125 on Cyclingnews. The highlight of the article is most definitely the “Mohawk and piercings” part. The last paragraph of the interview was actually a quote from me, but is labeled as “Simril.” The article also includes a quick mention from local hero Boomer Leopold, who placed 3rd in the Singlespeed category behind The Pflug and a guy from Motor Mile

In other post-race news, I found the cause of my shoulder pain/arm numbness following my red trail wreck. I was at the chiropractor Monday morning, and, after he did his usual adjustments, he told me he’d like to check my shoulder. After a little poking, he put a hand on either side of it and pushed… a move resulting in a really loud POP that resonated through my entire torso. The doctor informed me, “your collarbone was dislocated.”

Awesome. At least it feels better now.

Training-wise, I’m doing my best to relax and recover now. I don’t feel quite right yet, and my tailbone is still killing me. Tailbone, you ask? Yeah, I didn’t want to mention it before the race, but on Thursday when we were pre-riding, somewhere on the blue trail, the nose of my saddle smacked my tailbone. It hurt really bad at first, then went away with some riding, and didn’t hurt for the rest of the day. Friday morning when I woke up, it hurt like hell. Riding a little made it feel slightly better, but a tailbone is like bruised ribs- short of wrecking and hitting the same spot again, riding & racing isn’t going to make it better or injure it further, it’s just going to hurt like hell. It generally hurt worse throughout the day on Saturday and is still making a lot of movement uncomfortable today.

I don’t have anything substantive on my training schedule until the weekend, so I’m going to ride easy, work on my bikes, and drink a few beers until then. I’ve got plenty to occupy my mind, as the suggestion was made to me (by none other than Ms. Carey herself) that I should consider taking on training/racing full time if it’s somehow possible. If you’ve been reading my last few posts, you know that I entertained the idea not too long ago. It’s still an entertaining idea, but not one that’s happening soon. I’ve got lots of walking to do before I reach the herd of cows at the bottom of my hill.

Since last week…

I know, I know… I’ve been scarce lately. In lieu of several fun and entertaining posts to catch you up, I figure I’ll just do it in some nice, boring bullet points.

-Last Saturday, the Trinity ride was pretty insane. I hit a season best 20 min power average while off the front of the group with one of the Memphis Velo guys. We were eventually caught, and I dropped through the group like a hot coal through a paper towel.

-Sunday, Ryan and I went to the Outdoors Inc water demo day. We tried out the stand-up paddleboards (BTW- those are a sweet cross-training  balance to pedaling singlespeed) first, then I hopped into the Epic skate-ski V10- which is essentially a narrow, round bottom racing kayak.  After a few near-tips, I started to get the hang of it and was motoring around Patriot Lake. I followed it up with 4 hours on the road bike.

-Monday and tuesday were pretty laid back. I rode the SS powertap Tuesday morning. It was pretty boss, though the cadence is kinda squirrely when I’m JRA.

Yesterday, I headed to Mountain View, where I took to forest roads for a little leg-wake-up. This morning, I met up with Amanda & Nate Carey and Eddie & Namrita O’Dea. We rode a bit of the blue and orange trails. Amanda rode the A9C  for a few minutes and she totally hated it. She nearly knocked me down to get back on her awesome Felt.

Also, today is opposite day.

Afterward, I dropped my bike off at the cabin, picked up Turbo, and went to the creek near the cabin for an ice bath.

I have a bunch of cool photos on my fancy new “ruggedized” smart phone (Casio “Commando”), but I haven’t figured out how to get them out of there yet…

Powertap

After a few years of training on the road with a powermeter, I finally ponied up and bought a powertap mountain bike hub. I wanted to go as light as practical, so I built it up with a Stan’s Crest rim and DT Aerolite Spokes (still went with brass nipples, though). At first, I put a cassette on it and put it on my geared bike. However, after a little thought, I realized that I won’t really be riding the geared bike much in the upcoming week or two. So, I pulled the cassette, slapped a 21t cog (for Syllamo next week), and put it on my singlespeed.

Boom. Winning.

Lull

In the lead-up to Cohutta, nothing is happening. Well, other than repeated storms that seem to be trying to blow/flood various parts of the Mid-south off of the map. The tornado sirens have been going off so much in the past week that I’m afraid people are not going to take them seriously when it actually matters. Luckily, I was able to get out on the road bike yesterday between storms (with the exception of a 5 minute downpour) for my tune-up ride. Everything is good. Now, all I do is wait and not drink beer for a few days and I’ll be ready to race.

So, in lieu of anything interesting that has to do with riding a bike, here are some photos from early 2007 from when I was into some trail running…

F(*^ing Awesome Grill

I like my outdoor cooking appliances like I like my men.

Oh, wait, nevermind… that doesn’t make sense.

Yes, my new grill is so awesome that it deserves its own blog post. We’ve been occasionally using a little Weber kettle and dealt with it up until recently when I was forced to cook food in “shifts” since the kettle was so small. Soon after, we went shopping for something larger and found the Master Forge Jet Light… aka, the “666 grill” because of its 666 square inch grilling area. Features include “Jet Light” (a propane-powered lighting system that eliminates the need for lighter fluid or a chimney), cast iron grates, upper warming rack, and “counter” space on both sides… pure awesomeness…

 

In training news, Saturday’s “Cycle for Safety” ride was a trip to the pain cave and back. Sunday, I went for an easy spin on the Jet, and my legs felt leaden. Today, the trip to the chiropractor was painful because of a handful of trigger points in my upper back and shoulders, and finally, when I got to work, the first thing I managed to do was clamp my right pinky into the mechanism of the workstand. It’s likely going to result in a permanent change to my fingerprint on that finger. I also ordered a Crest rim, some DT Swiss Aerolite spokes, and a MTB Powertap hub.

Looking forward to next Saturday… Cohutta. Singlespeed.