[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!

[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. 4^th in the pack sprint (as Sue had swung out to let Erin and me sprint) and 3^rd 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.  

[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.

[Race Report] Ridge @ 38 Criterium

Learning to not be afraid of the front! | Photo cred: Brent Murphy

I had a really phenomenal race this weekend. I made huge strides and learned so much.

At the line, while going over logistics, the official said we had three primes (special laps where you can sprint and win something extra, pronounced "preem"). Then they said we actually only had one and we felt a sigh of relief. Primes are very very fast and break up the field and burn out the sprinters. It's basically a simulated finish. I struggle on primes because often the pace picks up so much, this is where I get dropped. One prime lap sounded much more doable than three.
The gun went off though and we had no more time to think about it. First, I struggled to clip in off the line but got my foot in and caught up to the pack quickly. Since the announcer was talking when the official corrected himself, there was some chatter in the field about only having one prime. The race was pretty calm at this point, a strong moderate pace, no one chomping at the bit.
The prime lap was announced with only 12 minutes down (of a 40 min race - we agreed it seemed early). My teammate, Erin, who kind of wanted a prime or a podium spot, attacked up the side. The pace immediately quickened and per my Strava file, this was our fastest lap of the race. I powered up the hill to stay on and held as close as I could. The field strung out, dropping 3 women off the back. After the prime, which unfortunately Erin didn't get, I was a little off the group with another woman, but powered around her and we both caught back on the group! I knew I could do this - I had been dropped before and they were close. The hill was suited to me as it was small and easy to power up. The pace of the group immediately backed off as we crested the hill.
Now a group of nine strong, solid wheels, we had an incredibly fun race. I worked on moving around in the pack - specifically moving up. The group felt safe and smart - teammates worked together. Women made calculated decisions. There were attacks but we communicated to hold them. We had another prime we did not expect and the whole group collectively sighed. We picked the pace up a little, but didn't really go for it. At this point, we just weren't really interested - we were confused if we had one or three and just stuck together. There was a little bit of a sprint for it among a few women right at the line, but we all quickly came back together.
With sprinters tired, I hadn't pushed too hard for it and came to the front of the race! I hemmed and hawed but told myself "you have been sitting towards the front, you can pull." I came through and pulled for most of a lap. This was my first time doing this in a real race. I pulled off the front as we started to come up the hill again. I immediately noticed a change in the race dynamic - particularly with how the other women reacted to me. Suddenly, I didn't have to fight for wheels as much and I had a really easy time maintaining a spot in the top 5 wheels. It's as if spending a few minutes on the front established me as someone who wasn't afraid to do work, someone who was strong enough, someone who was a contender and people immediately made room for me. I couldn't believe it (but it was awesome)! I stayed in this position until the very end, when the bell lap (final lap) pushed the pace and I held on to finish 3-4 seconds off the winner.

Sprinting for it, because why not? | Photo Cred: Damon Brandt

It was a great learning race and probably one of my best finishes. I now know I can work on my 3-minute power to really make that bell lap possible for me. I had tons of fun feeling like I got to play a role in the race and riding with some really solid racers.

One more shot! | Photo Cred - Damon Brandt

[Race Report] Deer Trail Road Race

Deer Trail I signed up for with the intention of just working as hard as I could and helping myself be in race shape. A friend referred to a low priority race as an "F-race" (we usually classify races as A, B, and C - like school grades) and this was so low on my list. I did it because I knew it was good for me.
We came through the first few miles in a small group. Not going very hard, but the hills were definitely difficult for me. I tried my best to hang on but one girl started pushing the pace up a steeper gradient and completely blew the pack apart. Half of us were off the back fewer than 10 miles in. With a group of only 11 to start with, this seemed like a silly decision to me but...whatever. A woman who fell off before me caught up to me after the turn around and we spent a few miles working together and chasing her teammate who was dropped ahead of us. We came into the turn and she powered up a hill and dropped me. I told her she was dropping me. She chose to ride the remaining 26 miles alone. Again, not what I would do but...whatever.
And so began my 26-mile, tired, exhausted, aching time trial. However, nearing the second turn around, I saw the group had gotten blown apart even more. All but a pack of 4 women who pulled off the front had been strung off the back. 7 of us were in TT mode for at least 20 miles of the race. Lame.
After about 30 miles, I popped and was just completed exhausted. We crossed the finish line (which we had to turn around and come back to to actually finish) at 36 miles. My feet were numb because I need to adjust by cleats on my shoes. It was coming up to my calves and into my hamstrings. I thought about pulling out. I knew I was last. I saw another woman on another team had turned around and DNF'd. I considered it more seriously. But I told myself it was stupid to give up with 8 miles left. I did this race intentionally to kick my butt and push my fitness. I had to finish. I'm glad I did because seeing my teammate win the SW3 race and cheer my remaining teammates in was really awesome. I know those 8 miles will be what I call on when the going gets tough.
Crossing that finish line felt really good. It was easily one of the most exhausted moments in my life. I had 5 miles back to the car and the start finish. After a mile of that cool down, I pulled my feet, numb and tingling, out of my shoes and rode on top of them, true to my triathlon roots. (haha)
I know this race was a beast to many of my teammates. I can't say I think I'll ever go back but at least for now I pushed beyond my limits.

[Race Report] City Park Criterium

What a weekend!
City Park criterium is hosted by Thump Cycling which means I was up early on Saturday to help put on the race. I walked around the course with friends putting cones in key spots, then doing odds and ends until we were ready for the juniors to start. I spent most of my day drinking water, under a tree, watching the other categories race and telling people not to cross the road. I had a number of non-bike racing friends stop by which was also really cool.
My race was at 2:45 and I definitely was feeling pretty drained by then. While sitting on a trainer warming up, it randomly lost a grip on my bike and I fell over, scratching some paint off my rear triangle. I was quite nervous, hoping that the carbon hadn't been cracked. I unhooked my bike from the trainer and scrambled to get race ready. I had some trusted, experienced cyclists look at my bike and assure me it was just cosmetic which helped me calm down.
Off the start line, I couldn't get my foot clipped which was really frustrating. I got it fast enough and caught up to the pack. My mouth immediately felt dry - I knew it meant dehydration. For such a short race, I'd only brought 2/3 bottle of water but I immediately reached for it to try to combat the feeling and potential exhaustion.
I thought back to an article one of my teammates posted about being a better crit racer "if you're not moving up, you're moving back" so I kept trying to safely and smartly better my position. Inevitably, out of the third turn, the front of the pack would start hammering and really string us out. We'd then turn again and continue laying down the power up the hill to the finishing straight. Every time I pushed myself to hang on, and every time they would slow coming to the first corner. It was excellent practice of the fast/slow/fast/slow jumping.
My mouth continued to dry and I needed to spit but was so dehydrated, I couldn't. I started heaving which was...not very pleasant, but tried my best to ignore it, drink water, clear out my mouth and keep going. While this was a disgusting experience, I learned a lot about how my body reacts to dehydration and what that feels like (and how to push through it).
I remember looking down at 10 min of race time feeling disbelief that we still had 2/3 of the race left, but the pace did being to calm after a few laps. I just kept on keeping on. Trying to move up. Trying to hold on. Finding wheels, staying on them. With four laps to go they announced a prime lap (which means the first person to cross the line on this lap gets a special prize). These laps always blow apart the field. Even if you don't want the prime, you have to sprint to stay on the race. We came through and I wasn't that far off but we had strung out. I spent the next three laps just barely off the group, working with my teammate to get back on. I could see she was tired. She held my wheel and as we came through the last lap, she pulled ahead and said "let's go" but I had nothing left - I could not hold her and the heaving became worse. I knew I wasn't going to win. I didn't feel like stopping and throwing up.
I backed off the pace coming through the second to last turn, and I saw my teammate and two others on the side of the road - there was a crash. I slowed to look but everyone seemed to be getting up. I sprinted to the finish just to practice laying down something more at the very end. Plus, there was no one around so I wasn't going to be dangerously impacting someone else's race. I came around a cool down lap and then looked for the women in the crash. I saw them up and moving, which is always a good sign.
I ended up 8th, but I was proud of how hard I fought in this one and the lessons I learned.

Sticking it out @ City Park

[Race Report] KHMTT #5 - the final day and my birthday

Some of you may know this, but since I turned 20, I have sought to do a race on my birthday or my birthday weekend, every year. Last year, I raced near my birthday, but decided to just do a huge ride instead of an actual event. (Bolder Boulder was the week after and I think Wheels of Thunder was the week before so I was making sure I kept those in mind - I'm sure I did KHMTT around then too.) This year, KHMTT - the final day, was on my birthday.

I really wanted to break 27 min on the course, and I was feeling pretty hungry to do so. I talked to some of the best women in my category before the race (one of whom is a coach with Inspired Training) and they were talking about gaining the most time in the first leg out to the first turn around.

I hammered. Really really hard. Every time I felt my focus slip, I immediately threw myself back into it. It was probably the most aggressively I took every turn around and corner in the entire series (looking at Strava - it would indicate that that statement is true). In my head, I wanted to be in the 26 min range for my 26th birthday. Some of my mile splits were slow. Some were fast. As I came up the first hill, I wasn't too far off pace, with 6.98 miles in 20 min. I descended the large hill as tucked as I could, not letting myself coast and just letting my cadence pick up (PR'ed that too).

Coming up on the finish, I thought my lungs might fall out of my mouth and my legs might break off. I pushed very very hard. I can't believe my heart rate average for the whole race was 177 bpm. That's about on par with an all-out 10 min climb effort for me. Unfortunately, I didn't break 27 min or get a new personal record. It was however, my second best time, and I bet if I had power, it would have been some pretty impressive numbers. It was a windy day and I really left it all out there.

I'm glad I did it. I wish there were more KHMTTs but, until next year! Here is a great picture of me, Justin, and Travis (two category 2 racers from our development team Denver Fit Loft) from two weeks ago. It has been really fun (and painful).

[Race Report] KHMTT #3 and #4 and Best on Hess ITT and TTT

Apparently it's time trial season folks and I have a few to catch up on.

KHMTT #3 went really well. I knew that the prior week had been good but not all out. This week I went fairly hard and PR'd again by another 40 secs and walked away with 5th place.

KHMTT #4 was less good. I was home late and we were going to meet a new dog (which we ended up adopting) - so the whole day was sort of hectic. I started and immediately felt tired and could tell my splits weren't as fast as the week prior. It's mentally hard to see your splits not going as well, to keep pushing yourself through it when you know you've basically already lost your chance of a good race. There is a young boy who starts in front of me who I usually catch pretty early and it took me about half the race to catch him, at which point, we were starting uphill and he passed me back. I passed him again on the straight then to leave him on the descent but I knew I wasn't doing too well to have him almost pass me. I finished in the same time I finished two weeks ago - which wasn't terrible, but I wasn't ecstatic. I biked back to meet Eric at the car only for him to point out that my rear skewer (the thing that secures the wheel to the bike) was open. Dumb. That might have had something to do with it. haha Hopefully birthday luck will bring me a better race next Wednesday!

On Saturday, I had the unique opportunity to try out a team time trial! This course was kind of hard because it included a pretty sizable climb. I decided to do the individual as well as the team competition. We (Erin, Amy, and I) met up to practice drafting in aero position (which for non-riders means we didn't have immediate access to our brakes, so we had to be careful) and communicating as best we could. One of the other women on our team who is experienced, talented, and a coach met us to help us learn more. It was so helpful to talk and ride with her before the race.

For the individual time trial on Best on Hess, I only slightly knew what to expect. I had driven, but never ridden the course. I knew it had some sizable climbs and wasn't going to be the best course for me. Upon starting, I don't think I really had my head in the game. I knew what time Eric had gotten, but I knew he was a significantly better climber. I hoped to come at least within spitting distance of his time. I screamed through the first half of the course, save a few little uphill sections. As I turned around and approached the big climb, I braced myself but knew getting down on myself for not being much of a climber wouldn't help. I thought back to a women's group session we did on positive self talk. I think with every inhale as I huffed up the climb I'll alternated saying in my head "I am strong, I can climb." Having only a 25-tooth cog on my cassette, I definitely needed one more gear to really be in a good gear and not mash, but I had to (obviously) work with what I had. The minute the gradient seemed to ease up, I shifted into a harder gear. At the same time, I knew I had another race ahead of me and I didn't want to let down my teammates by being totally toasted for that one. I knew I would be the weakest climber in the group so I wanted to stack the deck in my (and their) favor. I hoped to crash 30 min on this one and came in at 30:08 by the race clock. Bummer really, but not surprised. I finished 9th and only .2 seconds off 8th which, given the hill, didn't really disappoint me at all.

I ate and recovered before a quick spin leading up to the team time trial. Erin, Amy, and I were tired, but very excited.  We were the last race of the day. We called ourselves the "finale." The course started with a quick descent and we knew they would drop me up the hill but not quite how badly. I started in front to pull the other two down the first descent. This worked well and as soon as the gradient kicked up, I jumped off to hit the back. Unfortunately they started to drop me a bit here, but I worked really hard to not let the gap form too badly. I had one more pull along the straight and we hit the big descent with Erin in front. I jumped around here to pull through this as my job was to take the descents as fast and hard as I could. Surprisingly, Amy actually ended up descending even faster down this (I was out of gears and tucked as best I could) and came around me. I ended up passing her at the end but with how steep this descent was, especially on time trial bikes, we had to just work with however the chips fell. As we came into the climb before the turn around, we had regrouped and I pulled off the front so someone else could lead. I held on for a bit but quickly could not keep the pace. A gap was forming but the big climb was coming. I urged Amy and Erin to go because I knew waiting for me was only going to slow them down. They were maybe 50 yards in front of me at the turn around, but that gap quickly widened as we began climbing again. I felt good about my decision to let them go. I'd done what I could to help them, but the amount of time they were going to dig into me up the climb would be significant enough that it probably wasn't worth them waiting for me. Again, I powered up the hill with my little mantra. This time the mile split up the hill was 24 seconds slower - I was beat. I crested the hill just trying to hold my own and power through it as best I could - it was almost over. I ended up coming through on the high end of 30 min (maybe 30:45) but still under 31. Erin and Amy waited and cheered me to the finish, and I got to be the true finale to Best on Hess! ;) It was incredibly fun working with these ladies. I did get a personal record on every descent in this course with them behind me/relying on me. I enjoyed working for them and the motivation it provided for me to get my butt into gear for a second go at this course. Though we didn't win, we DID each get a 6-pack of free beer and we learned so much and had so much fun in the process! I'd love to try it again - hopefully on a slightly flatter course where I could be way more useful.

Now - a few more TTs but also back to some crit racing as the season takes off!

[Race Report] KHMTT #2 - a pretty successful TT

I left home yesterday feeling a little cold, trying to remember how to ride a TT bike (after not having been on it since March 12), and kind of nervous that I was going to have a pretty crappy day.

I got to the race early and hung out with Drew and Sue of Inspired Training Center (which is awesome if you are a Colorado cyclist and haven't been - great coaching and facility). As usual, they were awesome and gave me some chain lube and let me warm up a little more on their trainers. I talked to Drew about racing and numerous other subjects, but I think it got me in a good mindset to go.

I started feeling pretty good, the initial road after the start felt slow and I was nervous - back to thinking about my lack of time on the TT bike, but I turned and immediately started screaming down the hill. As I was going through the long, flat, straights, I realized I was averaging 21.5 mph which is way faster than I had done on the course. After the first few miles, I realized a new personal record was within my grasp but I could slow down on the hilly second half of the course, so I wasn't positive.

I came up the first sizeable hill a full minute or so under what I remembered was my time goal for hitting the top of that hill last year. Coming through the straight and down the next hill, I thought about some records on Strava for that leg thinking "people here stand up and lay down power to gain speed" so I did just that. Geared out, I came down the back side to the lollipop loop. I had handled the lollipop loop well last week because I was on my road bike where I feel more confident on handling. The TT bike in turns kind of feels like driving a truck, so I was definitely more tentative.

I came up the last hill doubting how far I was from my old personal record, but towards the top of the hill, I saw the finish line close and knew I would make it - but by how much? I shifted again to lay down more power and pulled through almost 2 min faster than my previous record.

I still only finished 5th (out of 11 and one DNF) but TTs can be hard with that because sometimes very good triathletes come in to the bottom category. I was happy to beat my old time by such a great margin. It was nice and reassuring to see such a large gain this early in the season, especially after some rough races this year.

[Race Report] Denver Federal Center Classic

This was one of my favorite races last year. I ended up off the back but in a group of women whom I felt well-matched in terms of fitness and ability, who had decent handling skills and made this race enjoyable. I was pretty excited to revisit this race.

Today my goal was to stick with the pack. Maybe a little lofty after my (almost) 2 weeks off the bike and my Friday spent playing volleyball (accidentally making my hips sorer than I intended...oops. BUT I decided that is my goal for pretty much every race until I decide it is too easy of a goal and then I'll try for something else. Additionally, this was my first race in which I raced entirely on heart rate and heart rate zones, which became really interesting data to look at throughout the race.

On the start line, I looked down to see my heart rate was already at an aerobic rate just sitting there in anticipation. I took some deep breaths to try to calm myself down. It was interesting just seeing the exhaustion of anticipation from just sitting there. We went off and I missed my clip, but was able to at least pedal to stay with the group before finding it again. Immediately through the first corners you could tell a lot of the women were tentative and not choosing good lines. It made me a little nervous.

Coming through the first lap of this course (which is roughly 4 miles), I felt good, even sitting towards the front of the group sometimes. However, I quickly would find my way towards the back and the effort of trying to make my way back up to the front seemed too risky so instead I tried to push my way up in the group from the inside. Sometimes I had more success at this than others. There were some corners where I felt scared and nervous and like my lines were bad. I felt the group around me was sketchy and then I felt I was getting sketchy as a result. I wanted to move up but I was just tentative.

I came through the second lap with positive self-talk saying "you made it this far, you can stay here!"
I stayed through the third lap, coming through a few of the corners I hated that really freaked me out. I psyched myself out saying "after this you only have to do it one more time"!! (In my head, of course.) But sure enough, towards the last few turns that really got to me, the pace surged and I was no longer able to reel them in after my tentative moves in the corners. I was 50 ft back, then 75...and the gap widened. I worked to catch some of the other stragglers who had suffered from the surge in the pace. I caught two and we worked together until we broke up at the end. I tried to finish strong, but it definitely was disappointing.

I know I should be fairly happy to have spent so much time sitting in the pack, having achieved 3/4 of my goal, and really only ending up finishing a minute behind where I would have liked to be. However, I can't help but be somewhat disappointed. I learned in this race that I need to work on not being as scared of some corners or riding through holes in the road. I also need to continue to work on moving up in the group and staying there.

Additionally, my blog name has changed - since lots of my posts anymore have lost their multisport focus, I want to stay true to the content. Still under construction, but PSA.

Last lap - lots of hurt: photo credit to Brent Murphy Photography

[Race Report] KHMTT #1

Anyone following along in your guidebooks last year, may remember that I did a race series on Wednesdays called the KHMTT. It's a short time trial (meaning solo race for time) not too far from my house that kind of helps with maintaining that race-pace fitness level.

This year I couldn't commit to all the races so I signed up to do four and still benefit from it when I could. Last week, I had already missed two races because I had been on vacation for a while. Then, flooding caused them to shorten the course to mostly hills, so I had no idea what goals to go for. I went out to the reservoir on Wednesday just hoping to keep a decent pace and get the opportunity to get my heart rate high for fitness. I even took my road bike because I figured it might help for the hills.

Once I got going I realized a decent goal was to crack 20 min. Unfortunately, I think that realization was a bit too late to make enough of a dent in my pace to do so. I was happy later to see that I placed 6/12 which gave me a boost in my confidence about my fitness relative to the field, even though I'd taken 13 days off the bike. Looking forward to another KHMTT next week, hopefully with no more flooding!

[Race Report] Louisville Criterium

I have a lot of catching up to do, so here comes a deluge of race reports!

I went on vacation pretty much immediately after Louisville so please forgive my lapse in memory (and delay) as I try to recall what this day was like.

First off, Louisville was nerve-wracking. I started the day without my di2 (electronic shifting) battery which means no shifting. None. Nada. Zilch. And I was in the biggest, hardest gear; 30 minutes away from home, with 75 minutes until my race start. Cool.

Eric (who if we ever doubted how cool he is, proved himself in this story), got in the car, rushed home, got my battery, and retrieved it in enough time for me to do two warm up laps. He was amazing. Prior to this, I tried to just keep a level head - worst case, I just wouldn't race. It wasn't the end of the world and freaking out would get me no where.

I started on the line with my teammate who said "we are going to start out fast and break up the pack." Welp, given that my teammate was a masters category 2 (aka, higher category/skill/strength that me), I knew that was not going to go well for me. I just told myself to try.

I was surprised when the gun went off and everyone took off hard, as planned, I didn't end up that dropped. I swept up some teammates, announcing my presence, and we began to work together. Soon enough we established into three packs: a lead group (my teammates who took off at the beginning), the middle pack/biggest pack/peloton (where I was), and some stragglers. I can imagine that being a very difficult experience early in the race season.

This race ended up being quite fun and a good redemption from my poor showing at DU. Our team was a large presence here and really good at talking to one another. I stuck with the pack until the last lap blew us all apart, but finished with people to work with. Another cool part of this race was that Paula Findlay, who has been training in Boulder for a year, showed up and raced our race and the threes race - dominating both. She is an Olympic triathlete I followed for years in college and I was seriously geeking out to realize she was there and in my race (lapping us, albeit).

My finish originally was something like 14/24 but I guess they revisited the standings and bumped me to 18. I'm not sure what is right/wrong and that low down in the rankings, I'm not going to worry about it. It's a bummer to not finish as well as you thought but my race experience and being in the field mattered to me the most. I learned in this race to get better at staying on other people's wheels to really benefit from the draft.

[Race Report] DU crit aka learning from bad decisions

Welp, today we raced. And this will probably be the only race I'll do all March but what a day!

First I want to say that I was pretty proud of my teammates. My teammate Emily, who sweeped our stage race at the end of last season, came and impressively almost lapped the whole field. We aren't really surprised because she has been so strong and impressive. But I couldn't be happier - she totally deserves it.

My race, however, was not as impressive. This race I really wanted to hang in and impact the field, but I got caught behind a teammate who couldn't get her foot clipped in at the start and felt immediately hesitant on what to do. I know now the answer is just go and I should not have hesitated. I got on the group but coming through the first major corner, at the back of the group, a bunch of the woman hesitated and grabbed a ton of brakes. Just pretty dangerous. This let a gap form and I got stuck on the crappy end of the gap.

I spent 2-3 laps chasing down the field by myself because none of the other women who got gapped came with me. I finally caught them but had completely trashed myself in doing so. They were going a lot slower than I even expected - probably even slower than I was. Still, as we came around that corner into a downhill they picked it up again, and it was a prime lap, and I just didn't have it. Once again, I spent a crit sitting off the back. At least they didn't lap me - I maintained a half lap distance off the back for the rest of the race.

It's definitely not what I wanted after a hard winter of training. I still feel like if I could solo effort to catch a pack of 10 or so women, I can hang on to that pack. Right off the bat I need to not hesitate and get stuck in the back trying to swing around women who can't hold the group or corner efficiently.

At least I got some pretty cool photos from it:

Determined to catch the group

At least I have someone to work with

big sweeping corners - hammering as hard as I can

Tour DaVita Day 2 and 3

Delay in posting because my time was so limited on these days.

Day 2 was a 102-mile ride and I thought "102 miles, 4100 ft of gain. That's not too bad."
Nope. I felt pretty rough all day. We started around 7:40 and I started feeling it after the first rest stop. At least it only rained a little bit this day.
I was doing this ride with Scott and Jeremy - two great riders who I knew would be pushing me. However, given my performance while doing a century in Boulder two weeks ago, I thought for sure we could get this done in under 6 hours of ride time. But we didn't - we took our time and it was truly painful at parts. I was so done with climbing, realizing I'd probably pushed the hills they day before a little too hard.
I was a little bummed to find that my Garmin file from Sunday did indeed manage to delete itself. Especially after 85 miles with some really good climbing on my part, I think I may have lost some sweet Strava trophies which I'll never have the chance to snag again. Oh well - it's just Strava.
At mile 69 of the century, I needed the rest stop badly. I laid on the ground and stretched my hips and back. Yikes. At mile 86 it started pouring rain and we hid under the tent at the rest stop thinking "well, only 16 left and we have to get it done." The rain passed and we made it happen - still coming back to camp soaking wet.

Day 3 I had about nothing left to ride. I lost all my ride buddies and spent the first 11 miles just looking for someone to ride with. This gave me the opportunity to ride through almost the entire group and chat with some people. I talked to one of my Falcon teammates and another woman who just came off chemo. I am consistently impressed with people on this ride - so many people ride every mile with hardly any training or conquering huge hurdles, like illness. I definitely cannot complain about any pain I feel on these days.
At about mile 30 I found my feet were starting to fall asleep and it was cutting circulation off to my calves. I pulled over and yanked off my socks and felt much better. I'm thinking my cycling shoes are just too small, especially given that I'm fairly sure my feet were swollen at this point in the week. After lunch we pushed through to the end as best we could. in true fashion, I found myself energized towards the very end and put in a solid 3-mile pull after our 58-mile stop.
Prior to the start of this year's tour, I thought for sure that I would be turning around and ushering people in at the end of this day - but I had nothing left. I just wanted to get off my bike. But, as I did every other day, I did spend as much time as possible standing at the finish line cheering people in. I cannot imagine the number of hours they put in on the bike. In fact, I was talking to one of my ride buddies, Jeremy, about how long most riders spend in the saddle and for us, it would be equivalent to spending 3 days riding about 400 miles! I cannot even imagine.

Was excited to get this picture snapped this weekend. I never fail to make ridiculous faces.

Tour DaVita - Day 1

I'm bummed to say I think my Garmin didn't save today's ride which is a real bummer, but I'm trying to figure it out.

This year has been really challenging for me and my bike. I've gone through a lot of incredibly hard rides and getting pretty toasted on rides with really good riders. In racing, I saw myself progress and get stronger but I felt increasingly discouraged.

Today I remembered, however, that Tour DaVita is not about that. I started at the back of the group - letting almost everyone go ahead of me. Today, though I had planned on this day being about others accidentally ended up being a day that helped me.

Though I rode through almost all the riders, reminding them to move over right and use their shifting up the hills - something else happened - all the hard hours I'd spent trashing myself, in over my head, made me an even stronger rider. I kept up with people on hills who used to drop me. In fact, I was half way decent at climbing. A friend of mine whom I'd ridden with a lot last year (not just at Tour, but also in Denver) said to me "when did you learn how to climb?!" It was great to hear and reminder that all my work this year didn't leave me empty handed.

So while I had planned to spend this day riding and helping others - I ended up having a day of Tour DaVita that ended up helping me look at my difficult training year with a lot of perspective.

That said, I also got to teach people how to do a rotating paceline and push people up hills. Then I turned around once during the ride and once after I finished my ride to sweep people in - so it wasn't entirely selfish.

Day 1
80 miles + ~5.5
5h 15 min + change

[race report] Steamboat Springs Stage Race: Stage 3 criterium

Coming to stage 3, I felt a little optimistic about the criterium because that is what I'd been racing all year and definitely where I felt pretty strong. Plus, having taken the RR a little easier than some of the others, I felt like I might have a little more left in my legs.

Waking up on Monday morning, however,  I was not feeling great. I felt groggy and tired. It was storming outside. The storm died down but riding down to the race start was cold and wet. My legs felt dead as hell and as we rode the course and then some warm-up hills, I felt confident that I was getting dropped pretty quick. 

Denise and I lined up on the line after our warm-up laps and since the start was uphill I paid attention to be in a good gearing. I ushered Emily to start on the line and Denise and I scooted over to get her in between us. 

As the gun went off - I jumped and, much to my own shock, was on the race! We took the power climb hill the first time and it strung us out but I wasn't dropped! Our initial laps weren't all that fast - around 20-21 mph because we were all tired. Laps came and went and I shocked myself that, not only was I still on the race, I was one of three thumpers the most forward in the pack - with Sue and Emily being the only two in sight. Amy and Denise had been dropped. 

I told myself to not give up. I kept repeating in my head "don't you dare give up, you are in this race." I hung in until the mid-race prime lap, when the sprint split us apart and I started falling off the back. I kept pushing myself to hold on to whatever wheel I could until about 25 min in, I felt the wall hit. The hill that previously had been a fun challenge, was now a damn disaster. I was so tired. 

Amy came around me on the descent and I said "oh Amy, thank God!" and jumped on her wheel. I held on as long as I could but she was able to bridge up to the pack and I had nothing left. I pedaled around, giving as much as I could but there were a number of other girls already popped off the back and I wasn't going to win - and I was totally spent. Denise caught up to me and we acknowledged each other but were at 1 lap to go so on the descent we pushed through to the line to find out that Emily had won the crit too! Insane, man. Insane. I'm incredibly proud of and impressed by her and it was awesome to have a teammate take two races and the GC. 

I had my best standing of the weekend in the crit - not that it made a big difference. I felt happy because, compared to the beginning of the year, I performed pretty well in this one. Especially given that a number of these women have enough points or will have enough points to start racing a category up next season. Moreover I surprised myself. I'm looking forward to training hard and coming back ready for some better standings next season. 

[race report] Steamboat Spring Stage Race: Stage 2 road race

I was incredibly nervous about this day because the course was pretty hilly and I truly did not expect any great results, but I did NOT want to do this race alone.

The night before I'd talked to some friends and teammates just making plans to try to hang out together if all else failed.

As we started, the whole group was scared and not taking anything very hard.  We knew a lot was ahead and we really didn't want to trash ourselves. Then came the first real climb. I held the pack for a little but soon was kicked off the back. My teammate Denise was up about 100 meters ahead but my friend Trisha was just next to me and having a hard time so I backed off a little and told her to just breathe as easy as she could. I had committed to Trisha and I knew I should wait with her.

As we descended  and climbed again, I caught up with another Primal girl named Dawn. Trisha was a little back so I fell back to grab her and bridged her up to work with us. We hung out for about 10 more miles. Dawn was really hell bent on catching Denise and another woman from the masters group. We started organizing a paceline to speed up to grab them. 

Coming in to rollers, I made a pretty big effort to jump up and catch them. We climbed all together to the turn around and Dawn took off. Personally, not what I would have done. I'd much rather go a little slower and have people to work with than time trial for 24 miles, but ok. Denise and I descended from the turn around next and probably could have caught up with Dawn but Trisha had a mechanical issue and the other woman was still back a bit. We both agreed it was better to wait for a friend who we knew would work with us and was having a rough time, than push to catch Dawn, whom we didn't know and had run away without us. Plus, we weren't going to win and really didn't want to leave Trisha by herself.

Once we all got together we worked on a rotating paceline. It was nice because I got a lot of time to recover. I also had a lot of fun riding with my friends - which made me feel good about working with them. As we came up the climb everyone calls the corkscrew, I was feeling beat. I'd  felt pretty good up until this point but I kept letting myself hold back because I knew I had some climbs coming to kill me. Glad I did that. After the corkscrew we had another (and our final) sizable climb. I was spent and the others were totally dropping me. But, in our understanding, they chilled out at the top and waited and we worked together on rollers and descents for the rest of the ride. 

Towards the end it definitely began to feel unending. As we came in the last stretch we talked about whether we would sprint for it or cross together. Ultimately, Denise decided she wanted to practice sprinting tired and I just used her wheel as a lead out and held on until the line. Trisha and the other masters woman came in right behind us. 

We all agreed the RR felt a little more like a hard group ride than a race but we had each other and had fun and did something challenging - and that was exactly what we all wanted to accomplish. 

I was excited as we finished to find out my new teammate Emily had won the RR! She is a bad ass and a very strong rider (and climber) so it was awesome to see her do well. This also made her second overall in the GC by 1 second! 

We went home that night to talk strategy about how we could potentially get that second back and have her place well in the crit the next day to take the overall win. Definitely an exciting day ahead.

[race report] Steamboat Springs Stage Race: Stage 1 TT

I had been feeling nervous all week about the Steamboat Springs Stage Race. I'd heard it was brutal and I didn't know what I was in for.

TTs are my game (obviously) and I was feeling a little nervous about this one because I'd heard it was climby.

After we arrived on Friday, Eric and I slowly spun through the course and at an easy pace, averaged 17.5 mph so I was feeling pretty confident and excited, which was a good feeling given all the anxiety I'd had over the week. 

When I started on Saturday, I was feeling a little tight in my hips and quads - which really impacts a TT position. We started with about 5 miles into the wind and my friend Erin, who started 30 sec behind me, caught me in 2 miles which made me feel pretty shitty - 30 seconds over two miles is a LOT. Shortly after that, my friend Laura passed me but I know she is an amazing time trialer so I didn't feel terrible on that one as I assumed she would win (and she did) and I didn't think I'd have a hope of contesting her. 

My teammate Denise told me the day before that she and some teammates had done the TT course in 39 minutes so I assumed I could get it done in about 35. And prior to actually racing, I thought the course was only 13 miles. So as I came up on 13 at 37 I was pretty excited ....until I saw the 1k to go sign. Oops. I finished in just under 39 minutes at 21mph which I was actually pretty proud of until I saw the results and saw how fast everyone else went. 😕

I had to ultimately just tell myself that I was proud of how I performed and remember that I could not have performed this way last year. But I was pretty bummed that I got slaughtered at my own game and began to feel pretty nervous about how destroyed I would get at the road race, which certainly was not my game.