Saturday, July 30, 2016

[Race Report] Boulder Orthopedics Criterium

It's funny how things can come full circle.

This race was an A-race for me. I tapered this week. I slept. I got a massage. I didn't over do my training...and I fell in a pothole :(
But swollen ankle and all, I was already signed up and rested. I'd gone out for a spin on Friday and it seemed to not hurt on the bike. I felt anxious and strong - a good combo to fuel the fire on race day.

But warming up, I could feel my nerves kicking in.
I had texted my teammate Erin the night before because I knew she was racing and I wanted to make sure we synced up with a plan. We had one and we were ready to fight.

I worked hard, sitting in when we hit the windy parts - doing a good job at hiding behind other riders (including Erin).
Hiding more
See - that's me, hiding behind Erin
About halfway through, a rider launched a pretty powerful attack through and it definitely picked up the pace of our race. A few laps later, with three laps to go, I decided to make a move. I thought for sure people would come with me but I found myself a quarter mile down the road just having people start to catch me. I knew I wasn't going to TT away with a win on this race all by myself.

Erin swooped in yelling, "GET ON MY WHEEL!" And I did, sitting third wheel behind one other rider who managed to fight her way up there with Erin, but soon enough we were down to 1 lap to go. Erin launched a beautiful attack up the right, pulling me right in behind her. We came through the last turn first and second wheel, with a strong sprinter, just behind us. I knew she had a long sprint and come up to the final 200m I tried to jump off Erin's wheel and on to this woman's to tow me to the line, but I didn't have the power to hold her. Off she and a few other riders went, and I finished in the pack sprint.

head down at the finish


It was a real bummer to not place as well as I wanted, but the team dynamics we executed were really fun and it was definitely good to practice. It was nice to consider racing aggressively (like we did today) or patiently and how that can change things.

I said the full circle comment because this was one of the first crits I ever did three years ago (in fact, it was my second) and I was so glad to hang on to the pack that time. This time I had higher hopes and I definitely think it was a faster group, but it was very fun, nevertheless.

Now my twisted ankle is elevated and icing...and its time to gear up for tomorrow. Here are some more race shots from Eric:

[Race Report] Salida 3-day (not Stage) Race

First off, I should preface by saying, I was totally in this to be a fitness race. I wasn't going for stellar results. I had done a hard race-pace ride on Tuesday and jumped in a crit with the men's 4-5 field on Wednesday so I was going pretty hard for this race. I was hoping to do well in the crit, maybe.

Friday, Day 1: Time Trial
I drove up with my teammate Leslie that morning to start our race around 2 PM. As usual, I was feeling sluggish. I feel sluggish before 90% of our races. On the start line, I couldn't seem to get my balance to the let the holder hold me clipped in. It sucked - but with 15 seconds to go, I told him not to worry about it and I'd push off. I tried to get my head in the game. One thing I did fairly well in this time trial was staying in my aero position, even when it was a little turny. Coming up to the turn around though, was a long hill and that was slightly soul crushing. I was so tired from giving all I had up that hill, I unclipped in the turn around like a total newbie. I was not proud of it but I felt skiddish and unstable.
We turned around and I bombed back down the hill, which made me feel a lot better. My teammate, Erin, who is a talented time trialer, passed me (she started 1 min back) and I knew she was killing it. We ended up a fairly steep, short hill that actually wasn't too bad for me. I finished up in 6th place/12 racers which was solid. My teammates placed 1, 2, and 3 so that was pretty cool and I was proud of them.

Saturday, Day 2: Criterium
I had laid out a plan for this race with my teammates Leslie and Erin. I knew this race meant a lot to Erin and I just wanted to finish well. Unfortunately that whole plan went out the window when some masters racers sprinted off the line at the very beginning. Leslie and I ended up working with a few masters for the rest of the race. It was disappointing to have the whole thing blow up like that but there isn't a lot to be done once it's blown up other than keep working hard and see what happens.
The race was tricky. The corners were all pretty tight and chewed up.
I was disappointed but just reminded myself this was what I expected from this weekend and at least I had a teammate to work with.

Sunday, Day 3: Road Race
Road races are never my bag. Try as I might, I just can't climb very well. I enjoy it but I can't hold. It's probably partially a practice thing and partially just because I'm heavy from year and years of being overweight and some genetics that make me not a small person. It's an uphill battle - all puns intended in every way. But, I know if I don't do it, I'm not going to get any better, so I just keep on keeping on. This was a 5.5-mile loop we were going to do 4 times, each with 500 ft of climbing (for you non-cyclists/runners out there, that's a fairly decent amount of climbing).
I managed to stay with the group basically to the top of the big climb on the first lap, but I was completely toasted doing so. As they turned to start their first descent and then go into another little climb, there was a good attack and I had nothing. Coming through the first lap, I didn't think I had it in me to do the 5.5-mile loop three more times, but I didn't want to get a DNF (did not finish) and I knew I wasn't in last place, so I forced myself through it. Each lap I just kept counting down and made it through.

By the end of these three days - I was done. I'd spent, essentially, 5/7 days that week working at race pace. I didn't want to sit on my bike anymore. It took two days for me to get back on the bike and a third day to do any kind of real riding. I think that's what you call burn out for sure - but it definitely was a challenge!

Sunday, July 10, 2016

[Race Report] Winfield Criterium


I had planned for a while to race the Winfield Criterium during our trip to IL for a friend’s wedding this summer. I hadn’t race in IL since just after college, but it was here I’d seen my first crit and became even remotely interested in maybe participating in this road racing nonsense.

I had planned it out – I knew exactly how far it was from the hotel and pre-registered. I’d texted my friends the location with a pin to the park where the start line was. So prepared.

Then I plugged in the wrong park to the GPS and we drove 20 min in the opposite direction. I realized this, of course, pulling up to the wrong park. Great.

Now we plug in the correct park and it’s 25 min in the opposite direction and the race starts in 70 min and now I’m panicking. So we haul through toll roads (which we wouldn’t have had to pay if I hadn’t been a dummy and plugged in the wrong park in the first place – stupidity toll) and get to the race 35 min before it’s supposed to start. I jump out of the car and run to registration to pick up my number, while Eric unloads my gear.

Because I have the best boyfriend in the world, I come back from registration to a perfectly prepped machine: tires pumped, flat kit removed, everything in place. He was patient and ready to pin on my number then sent me off to warm up laps. I realized he had set up everything to a T whilst pedaling over to the course and just thought “ugh, rock on, Eric!”

He met me after my first warm up lap with his own bike to preview the course. It was technical with 8 corners – the first half of the course uphill, the second half down, including a nice tight chicane. Now of course my Garmin didn’t decide to turn on for the majority of my warm ups so that was annoying and I thought “man, this just isn’t falling into place, huh?”

I finished my warm ups excited to see Brad and Paula from Northwestern Triathlon came to watch me race. It was cool having old friends there cheering me on. I lined up with master’s men, women, and women’s cat 4 and 5. It was my first formal coed start. I looked around and realized by our race number bibs that our field was pretty small and thought “welp, the podium is obtainable.” Then they announced some basic instructions informing us they “didn’t know of any primes but in case one showed up, they’d ring the bell to let us know.” I started laughing thinking “seriously? You’ll just…let us know? Mid-race?”

Our race was quite delayed while they tried to make sure the course was “safe and clear” and I think it was the most time I’d ever spent nervously sitting at the line. A young girl started talking to me nervously saying it was her first criterium. I told her not to worry, stay relaxed, follow the wheel in front of her, and gave her a few basic tips, all while thinking, “please don’t crash me out.” After what seemed like forever but was probably 10-15 min, they sent us off and two masters women were off the line like rockets. A few masters men immediately chased behind and I attempted to go with them.

I was on their group until a less-experienced masters guy pulled around me and couldn’t hold the pace, gapping me from their group. I started to feel alone but realized no other women in my category had managed to catch that group at all. Soon, a small group caught up to me, with one woman in my category, one masters guy, and two masters women. We worked together for the rest of the race, trading off pulls. However, one of the masters women was super strong but a terrible bike handler. She was all over the road and had no idea how to corner. I tried to calmly tell her how to take the corners, but after a few laps, I was not so calm. Coming through the downhill portion I aimed to have the masters guy, the other woman in my cat, or myself pull through to take the corners because she was seriously unsafe in the fast, downhill turns. I thanked the other cat 4 woman for lining up her corners correctly and she just sort of laughed.

We continued to have a dynamic until with two to go, we were lapped by the main group.  That was a disaster – and I caught myself yelling “move out of their way” to the woman who was cornering terribly. Then I heard brakes screeching. Terrifying. The front group came through and were told “one to go” but they said “and this group has two to go referring to us.” We came through that lap, unsure if it was our final lap or not and I sort of half sprinted, but we kept racing. 

At this point it was three of us and we all looked at each other like “are we done?” but decided since we didn’t know, we’d keep going as they had said we had an additional lap and never given us a bell or a “one to go” or anything.

We hauled through the course a final time and here I started my sprint from the final corner and narrowly edged out the other woman in my category (whose name I later learned was Kelsey). However, if the other lap was our final lap, she definitely was in front of me and had it. I talked with her, unsure of our placement. But she agreed we kept racing through the last lap and she thought I had taken the win.

After about a 15 minute period of sitting around and watching a guy sit there scribbling our numbers on a piece of paper and highlighting things I realized this wasn’t exactly the most…well-organized race, which surprised me since it was supposed to be the local organization’s national championship.

I talked to the scribbling man and the announcer, and they told me that the second to last lap was in fact our finish. I was frustrated. I hadn’t sprinted. They hadn’t given us a bell or a one to go. I figured since it was a bunch of categories scored separately they might say SOMETHING. The announcer told me they didn’t have to give us any notification of last lap…but in fact they had kept telling us that we had one more lap than the first group! The announcer and the scribbling man said “well you two can decide what your final lap was.”

I had spent a couple minutes after the race chatting with Kelsey and her teammate Crystal. I found out Kelsey was planning to visit Colorado soon and we were talking about riding together and I suggested she try to come race and we had had a generally good conversation, so I walked over to her and said “So, they want us to decide what our final lap was.” It sucked. But we both knew we raced through to the second lap and they hadn’t given us a final lap notification and they kept telling us we had one more lap we had to do on the front group. We came to a consensus that that was the end of our race and she basically conceded the race to me.

It was a bittersweet moment. I was excited to take the top step and mentally, given how everything played out, it seemed fair. Had I sprinted the lap before, I think I could have taken it too, but none of us thought that previous lap was our finish.  It was an honorable move on her part but she totally could have made the argument for the previous lap since the front group had that as their last lap.  It was all very disorganized, poorly communicated and aggravating.  Ultimately, I don’t think the race organization cared much about our race since we were both racing on day licenses for their organization so neither of us could claim their grass-roots “National Championship” jersey so they just let us call our race what we wanted. The prize purse was pretty sweet though! If we had prize purses like that in Colorado, I think our races would be pretty insane.

This podium felt pretty anti-climactic given the whole situation and the size of the field, but it felt good to race well back in IL. Mostly, I hope I did make a friend from racing out there and I totally owe her some good rides and a brewery trip when she visits. 

The race was a good experience but the small group made for a lot more work for me. My heart rate was through the roof the whole time and there was little recovery no matter how hard I tried. I will say that the general mayhem of not knowing if there were primes, starting 10 min late, no bell lap/notification of final lap, being told we had to do our extra lap and then told we didn’t, etc. made me really appreciate the organization we have for our bike races. There is no confusion over when we are at 1 lap to go, especially if you are leading your race, even if there is a mixed category field. Everything is communicated and timely. The courses are well-marked and the fields are way more fun to race with. Definitely put Colorado racing into perspective for how awesome it truly is (even if it is extremely hard and kicks my butt). 

Out of the saddle and up we go


Podium pic smiles

[Race Report] Wheels of Thunder criterium


Life has been a whirlwind lately, and I owe a number of race reports. First, the Wheels of Thunder criterium at Flatrock training center:

Wheels of Thunder was my first criterium ever three years ago. It was on a completely different course, long (for a crit) and hilly but not with super hard corners. It eventually was changed to a circuit race due to the length of the route, which, if I remember correctly, was about 1.6 miles.

This year, I guess some issues came about with the course and they changed to a police training center track. We often train on a police training course in Golden on top of a mountain and my experience with such is that the roads are smooth, the corners are not much to speak of, and the race is consequently very very fast. 

As we set out to the course that morning, it was sprinkling rain and about 60 degrees. I threw on my long sleeve jersey thinking I was very surprised I needed it, but glad I had it. We arrived and started setting up trainers under Sue’s tent, which was nice to keep us dry while warming up! Eventually, the rain subsided which was nice but the roads were still wet, so we let about 20 psi out of our tires to increase our grip on the road.

Soon enough, we were taking warm up laps of the course after the juniors’ race was over. One side was a smooth and sweeping corner and the other was two surprisingly sharp left hand turns up a punchy bit of a hill. I thought to myself  “ooph, this is not going to be a great race for me if I have to keep dragging myself up this hill.”

We were in a group of varying levels – some seasoned riders and some first timers.  I think people we a little worried about the wet roads. In general, people struggled to hold on to the wheels in front of them (they were very easy to snag) and a little squirrely at times. We spent two laps going very slowly until people got bored and the speed drastically picked up.

Coming in to the first sharp left up the hill, I immediately understood that these two corners were not going to be fun. With varying strengths and technical abilities, some people surged through these. Some people fell back. Some people had terrible lines. Some had good ones. Brakes were over used, but we made it threw it every time.

We had two primes in this race (intermediate sprint laps)which was a lot for our fields. Sue took the first one with a fast, impressive attack around the first of the sharp lefts. I lined up to try to take the second one from a similar place, but another rider attacked with a half lap to the line. It was a seriously impressive effort. I jumped as she came up on our left, I chased her down with another teammate, but there was no hope of catching her as I was reacting to a strong attack she had already executed very well.

With 4 laps to go, and no more primes, our team began to drive the pace.  We tried to send flyers off for my friend Erin who is really gunning for podiums for the rest of the season. With two laps to go, I caught Erin’s eye – holding about the same position 1 wheel back from either side of the pack and we came around the group at a fast pace, opening up a small gap – just a few bike lengths. We couldn’t hold it, but definitely it amped up the energy of the race.

We came through the line with one lap to go with good positioning. We swung through the final turn to the back half of the course and Sue took off dragging a train up to the first left hand turn, leading out Erin for her goal. Seeing them coming, I immediately hit the gas hard to grab on. I figured I’d either hop on and be able to sprint, or lose it but create a gap for everyone else making it harder for them to catch Erin because they’d have to put in an additional sprint to close the gap. Plus, I’d come out of no where, with the train sliding up the field on the left, and me coming from the right, gapping and cutting out in front of the group. Heading up to the turn I looked ahead – two category 4s (my category), two master’s women. I snuck a peak behind me through my left arm, hanging on to the wheel in front of me – and there was a gap! I was in a 5-woman train, with only two people in my category. I was on the podium.

As we swung into the first left, I knew the only way I would gain any advantage here was having a clear line in front of me with no braking. The group was starting to catch but I powered through. As we came through the last left I shifted, and was up and out of the saddle, powering through the end of the hill, preparing for the downhill sprint. My breathing was labored, as I was gasping for air and determined to hold the very small gap I had managed to maintain.

I’d held it! I held the gap and secured my spot on the podium. It was a surreal moment and I couldn’t believe it. 4th in the pack sprint (as Sue had swung out to let Erin and me sprint) and 3rd in my field!

I’ve thought long and hard about what was different – and while I know I’ve gotten stronger and been working hard, I think I also have allowed myself to be a more aggressive rider, less afraid of “what is going to happen” and just letting it happen.  



Saturday, July 2, 2016

[Race Report(s)] Parker Mainstreet Criterium & CSP training series

Parker mainstreet criterium -  June 19
This race was slated to be a hot hot day and even though my start was 8:25, we were starting to feel it.
The course was fast and fun. Some fun zippy corners with a moderate hill.
It started out challenging - finding myself behind some people getting gapped in corners and despite repercussions, I knew I had to get around them. By the third lap, I was safely around and sitting in our small pack, playing to the race.
I took a few pulls at the front, making sure to stay smart. I tried to get my teammates to run some flyers with me, but it was challenging to get positioning for them. Race mode is interesting for me because I'm so yes/no; black/white. Either things happen or they don't. For instance, Sue, a more experience racer and coach on my team who I respect intensely said "Andrea, go" and I just went for my pull. No questions. Hard as hell effort, picking up the pace.
In the end, my teammate Erin came through with Sue on a hard hard pull. I couldn't hold and got gapped on the last lap. I came in last, out of 7, which is not terrible since I hung in the whole race. I learned a lot this race about stealing wheels from people and team dynamics.

CSP training series race 2 - June 23
I did these last year, but there is a race training series in Golden called P2P or CSP (peak to peak is a training company, CSP stands for Colorado State Police because it is there training track). It's a fun atmosphere in which you are simultaneously learning and racing. Very fun.
I did this week with my friend/teammate Trisha who has been with me through so many race through thick and thin. I've pushed her up mountains. She has pulled me through corners. It's a give and take.
This race was interesting because it involved the category just above us. It started with a bang, immediate sprint off the line which we ended up chasing down by a category three woman (the category above us). We ebbed and flowed, but generally the race was fast and high intensity. Two "sprint laps" left us all feeling pretty toasted by the finish.
I came through in 6th which wasn't too shabby. I tried fighting for the finish sprint but didn't have it. Maybe another day.