ChX Number 5

Lansing, Illinois.
The Verdigris Team has been called 'The Green Train of Death' by the local men crossers of Chicago. Its like a FUN RIDE! GET ON THE TRAIN! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .....



Every time the 40+ men's race takes off a long train of five Green jerseys front the field. This race, the guys were exceptionally clever and used team tactics to send a rider off the front, but not the rider they were expecting to go off the front. While front runners were watching Tim Boundy, no one really paid any attention to Wayne Simon. Wayne takes off and with two team mates holding back the pack, he is soon so far off the field that it would be impossible for anyone to catch him. He has been racing on a mountain bike all these races and now is appearing on his new super speedy death machine. A Carbon Ridley decked out to the teeth with smart carbon wheels and mystery tires.
Lombardo dives into the front and sets a fast but false tempo. No one can get around Tim and Chris. Tim shared chasing any attacks down and soon anyone even thinking of attacking just gives it up. Wayne holds his position and soon is too far for anyone to defeat. Wayne wins the race. Chris gets second and Tim holds his first place OVERALL in the series. Tim said this race was the most he has ever had in a cyclo cross event.
My Hank was driven off course in the first lap and was soon back in it but was now hammering hard to find his way back to the front. He was alone for a lot of the race but joined Jim Nowak and together they picked off a few more guys. The front group was seperating and Hank found his legs and finished strong in the end.
Wayne and Hank were amazingly strong in the sand pit and seemed to float over it they made it look so easy.

Brainy Brian was awesome on this course. He had company this time in the cat 3 field with a somewhat tired Christo Lombardo . One mishap sent Brian off course but he got back on and the adreniline helped him get back up to his podium position. With huge effort he managed to catch the other guys and soon was in first place. He won! One more race in this 2007 series then he moves up to the 1-2's. !!! Congrats Brian!.

Ooooh~ My race. Women's 1,2 3.
I had new tires. :) yuporino. Thanks to Hank's obsession with wheels and tires and thanks to Performance having a huge sale with an additional 20% off Mavic Tubeless rims....(Kysriums) .. Hank said "Merry Christmas' and got some more wheels.

I think there is a Wheel Anonymous Help group that meets on friday evenings at Willow Creek Church. Its called "WAH" I am going to sign him up.

But .... ok he is forgiven, He put on some super-cute white Dugas tubeless tires. They took two people and lots of swear words to get on the rims. But ooooh very Pretty. I practiced on them saturday in the rain and they were nice. They corner better than the slickery but super 'fast-as-blazes' Tufo clincher's I have been training on. I really hesitated on what to use today. Can tires really make that much difference? They seemed a bit sluggish but I was not sure if it was the tires or me. I thought pumping them up would help me but it made it worst. wierd. This is a case where too many choices and not enough experience is not a good thing. (WAH)

Saturday we were riding in the rain and the morning of the race it was spitting at us again. Hank had such bad luck with his carbon wheels the last couple of races so when he saw the rain, he just left the wheels at home. As it was, the carbon wheels would have worked perfectly today!!! (WAH) It never did rain in Lansing Illinois.

Yeah...just when I thought I had this stuff figured out. I am well into my first season of Cross. I think I have seen everything there is to cross. (Except stairs, I have not seen stairs yet).
I was just telling Hank that I was wishing I got into this years ago. But today I remembered why I never did cross races:

ITS F#*-UN'kn COLD OUT!!!!!





My first lap, The start. I really clipped in fast. But then my mind wandered. I dont know where my head was. I thought I was going to ram into Debby so I moved the other way and the viscious but very poised 'brown jersey' girl cut in front of me easily.
I am trying to recall where my head was....I was definitely not in a 'race' place. My brain just scares me sometimes. WHy didn't I stare at the first corner and just HAMMER like everyone else? Its like there are these black holes of 'tralalalala' that wander around in my brain and from time to time just suck away anything resembling a synapsis of thinking.
I think I was pondering why they don't use a gun but blow a whistle.
In America like....90% of the families have guns but yet we use whistles to start races. In Europe they have strict gun laws, no guns, but they use a gun to start their cyclo cross races with. (At least in Belgium on CyclingTV.com) and whistles to stop the crooks!
I thought Cross was good for me because the only thing to think about is the course , and don't fall over, and just GOGOGO! all as fast as you can go, you know, like Forest Gump. Very little other race tactics come into play. However, starting fast is one of those few tactics. uhm. Ok. I was last in the corner of 6 girls. It's not the end of the world. Right?

The course was simple, wide corners, its a long race. I fancy myself good in the corners even on slickery Tufo's. The pretty white Dr's cornered incredible nice and the Mavic Hub was already making those familiar rusty scratchy noises as only Mavic hubs can do. :)
I really think they felt sluggish to me. Or it was just me riding inside on my trainer too much. Or the fact I ridden a total of oh..what...5 hours all week. Can't decide.
Nah. its the tires.

They all slowed down at the corner going into the triple barricade section so I accelerated. I was firing up the brain now and making passing-plans when SUDDENLY a bike went flying into the air. Debby's bike was crossing the barricades without Debby !!
"GET UP!" I screamed at her and she got herself up. ((This was the start of the "cross is fun'' swearing competition that goes on in girls races.)) Soon she was behind me and I was behind Holly who managed to do a clean barricade and get around Debby smoothly. Devon had taken the opportunity to attack and was way up there. I was trying to get around Holly but also making myself stay calm. I came to the sand and went wide to the right. This was a good chance to break clean and get Devon. Oooh I can't do sand. I can't I can't. I can't. hate hate hate .

Debby was really good in the sand. Hank said that every time she entered the pit she was driving it so fast that the sand would just explode around her. In retrospect, I REALLy really really really wish I ran that first sand pit. Yup. It was a Beach VOLLEY ball court with THICK- as- a-Foot deep sand. Everyone went left. I went right. I felt the momentum drop and unclipped but my foot stuck. I fell over. DANG IT! I should have RUN THE DANG SAND!!!!
GEE~ at least I didn't get in anyone's way!!!!
Devon got away and all the girls passed me. I was back in 4th spot now and remounting on the wrong side. I started to go harder now. Oh man. I caught one gal, passed her and now was on Holly's wheel. All in all, I was pretty hilarious. As the race continued, Debby and Devon were futher away. I'd get my speed up but then mess up again. I landed on my back wheel on a remount, one foot clipped in and the other dangling over my back wheel. All tangled up. I am seriously thinking of doing a 'YOGA FOR CYCLO CROSS'' video for just these moments.
Every time I'd mess up I'd hear these shouts of "go Holly' filling the air around me as she gained on me and passed me. It is so easy to feel deflated after you try to get away and find yourself back where you started. Cross cross cross. So fun.
I have Mystery Bruises!

I saw Debby and Devon dissappearing. But you never know what can happen, just keep riding. Holly was much better at the technical stuff and since I was trying to get back up to Debby and Devon, we started to drag race. I'd pass her in the open sections and carry her with me. She'd pass me back ( very politely) and then I'd fall in the sand pit.
Finally...FINALLY...I cleaned the sand. It was awesome. People cheered. I was elated. I just buried myself and gave it all I had. Ahhhh but they were so far away!
Still , it felt like a victory though just to clean the sand pit. :)
I was on my own now. All I could do was keep riding and hope someone up there flats or collapses. I was doing all I could to close that horrid gap even if I could not make it to the front anymore. I thought this 'easy course' was super difficult and tough to get away on. You literally had to do this perfectly. I have no complaints about the course and it was done really well. You really had to be letter perfect in your technical skills and fast as heck. Kudo's goes to Debby for hanging tough and for Devon for being so talented but SOME DAY... oh yes....she will rue. :)
...and KUDO's to the guys!!!!!!!!!!
and especially to Hank for the super sweet tires and all the mechanical support. I wish I listened to you when you warned me to run the sand ...and lower the pressure!
Thank you!

Great job sunday. Lots of fun! I still love this sicko sport. Thanks to TIM for getting us all into this.

http://www.wheelsanonhelp.com/

gadget gifts?

Ok. Who can resist a gadget ?

I found the 'world's smallest Mp3 player on this site but this Hula Chair is hilarious. The site had so many fun stomach muscle 'core' gadgets.......

http://www.gadgetuniverse.com/product_detail.asp?SKU=TA+453

The HULA chair!!!! " ha! The video is almost obscene to watch. The video speaker says it simulates horse back riding. I suppose it would be nice in the office? Use it while blogging. haha!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XAHmOA1hTM

But I really loved this one. Your OWN mechanical HORSE chair. This would probably be fun with kids. I was just in Costco the other day and saw the kids rocking horses and I asked Hank "why can't they make rocking horses for grown ups?" Well here it is. Can you picture this at the health club?

The Mustang Core Machine YEEEEHAW!!!

http://www.gadgetuniverse.com/product_detail.asp?SKU=TH+473&MENU=HEALTH

Waterbar lessons of Pain. WIndy City Cross #4

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I tried to think of a decent title for this blog report: 'Karma~Killer '. 'Waterbar from Hell' . or how about .... 'I shaved my legs for THIS?' (ok . That was what Hank said about the race)

Actually I was sick all week , my lungs were not cool. I really had no business riding. I went to watch. THen after I rode around the course. I got the bug to race and warmed myself up. Devon was sick too and when I saw her at the start line she was blowing her nose in a kleenex. A KLEENEX. Did you see that? I snot my nose, this other gal spitted . The whole line up of women riders were just snotting and spitting and wiping our noses. Devon used a tissue. The girl has class.

http://www.hillcrest.com/dont_bug_me/gross_facts.php

The course had tight, slick corners and a very disturbingly dangerous waterbar in the downhill section. I only got to preride one lap so I managed to ride over the waterbar by lifting up my bike gently. But I had to come to a complete stop when I did that. After a glance around I noticed a path to the right. I went up and rode it again and the path worked. I had to kinda duck a bit and there was a stick pointed at you but it was nothing to worry about as long as I didn't slide into it. The guys had done a pretty good job of rutting up the path. After years of service in trail maintenance, I was a bit ticked about widening the trail. But there was clearly no other way around the waterbar. I could bunnyhop the first one but bunnyhopping lined me up to ram into the second waterbar, it just wasn't going to work for me. The surface of the trail was rather slick.

A cross bike has surprisingly delicate wheels and tires. The lower pressure we run makes a pinch flat with tubes super easy to do. And if you run tubeless you still have to be careful to not ram anything too hard or you can damage the tire and the wheel itself. Anyone on a mountain bike today had a clear advantage on this course. You never really got your speed up with the way the obstacles were placed. The corners and the waterbars and the off camber part of the course made a mountain bike with its wider knobbies an excellent choice of weaponry.

Hank's race was just before mine.

The 40+ men's race was exciting from the start. The guys took off and were STYLING at the front again. Tim was in third spot and Hank and Wayne were in 4th and 5th. I screamed at Hank to GO!!! NO sooner had I shouted ~then his wheel slid out from under him in the chicane and he just crashed ! (( Its OK Wayne..I won't tell anyone that you RODE OVER MY BOYFRIEND with your mountain bike tires. )) They both got up and the entire pack was thundering in behind them... GET UP!!!! Hank got back into the race but he was in 9th spot. I could see him passing people in the distance trying to get back up to where he was. By lap three he was hanging somewhere in 6th or 7th. It didn't last long before he started to slow just a bit. Later, after the race, he said that he was just sliding like crazy on his tires and crashed , and dabbed in the U turn and again in the corner. His skin suit bore the scars as proof of the difficulty he had. I was warming up and rode up to the hardest corner. It was a fast corner that had a hard left.

I wanted to see what line the guys were taking it. The front guy was putting his foot down every time he came to that corner and took it clean and fast. Tim didn't have to put a foot down to corner fast and took a great line everytime.

They made it look really easy. But Lombardo was just insane with speed in the corners and never slid or went too wide. Hank was also fast in the corner and made it seem effortless.

....But he was swearing up a storm!

Chris Lombard had dissappeared early in the race but made it to the wheel pit. He reappeared just going faster than anyone else on the course trying to get past all the other guys. He was flying.

Tim was off with the front three guys till he crashed and Rob ran over him. Rob got up first and Tim set out after him in third. When we saw him come around you just knew something had happened. Wayne, it seemed had the best tire set up for this course. He was on his mountain bike and could do the off camber and corners like NO one's business. He had his head down and soon was with Tim. He got in front of Tim and just buried it for him, getting him up the course in the windy section and pulling him up. Before you knew it Tim was off the front again and gaining on the two guys in front of him. He passed the second guy but never caught up to Rob again and took second for the day. Wayne picked up 5th/4th, Hank got 9th and Chris did really well too and placed 5th? Anyway. They all got a top ten. But the course proved to be slippery for most and there were multiple crashes along the course thru-out the race. I thought the tire eating water bar was causing quite a few flats during the race since I saw several guys running to the pits.

Brian's race was fast! He might have experienced the same slickeryness of tires but he seemed to be flying every time we saw him. He was in 3rd or 4th but as the race progressed he picked off people till he was in solid second place. His wife was also in the area and came just in time to see Brian race. She mentioned she had her horses with her. Unfortunately there was no showdown of horse versus cyclist today on the steeple chase course.

Ladies race:

At the start of my race Hank came up and changed my wheels right there at the start finish line. I felt comfortable breaking a general rule of superstition and getting brand new equipment before a race. One thing about Hank is that he is hands down the best mechanic. If he runs up and tells me to "ride this' , you bet I will ride it.

Since he had just raced he felt these new tires were a better choice for me. Hank has been reading up a LOT of books and information, news sources, reviews, forums. He calls manufacturers, he talks to dealers. He reads pro blogs. ANYthing he can find to learn more about cross and what equipment and tires and wheels we need. He has a three ring circus of tires and wheels down in his laboratory of evil crossness. His parents are from the Czech Republic, home of cyclocrossing phenoms and TUFO tires! When they went to visit last month, they stopped at the Tufo plant right there in the heart of Czech and visited it for Hank. They talked to the owners! Got us some brochures and information. They are so nice. They even brought us back some presents of Tufo Cross tires. sweeet. :)

But Hank did say one thing that I kinda think was not karma~ conscious. He said really quiet to me, "Whatever you do don't pinch flat, these tires can win you the race'". I didn't hear anything else.. I didnt hear about tires winning a race........all I heard was......'pinch flat'....

pinch flat

pinch flat

pinch flat

pinch flat.....
Its like an echo. I heard it. I heard it said. I just nodded my head in agreement but then this little voice in my mind was like, "noooOO!!!".

The gun started us off and I felt the bite of the new tires. OUCH! nice! VERY NICE!!! WOW. SUPER nice. gimme these tires! I want them! I love them!

I was gliding in the off- camber and had to crunch it up in the U turn to slow down to avoid running into the back of Holly and Devon. Devon was nearby and I wanted to get around Holly to get on Devon's wheel. Holly was not giving up Devon' s wheel! We all were steady in the barricades and I stayed on Holly's wheel. WHen we reached the long flat stretches, she opened it up. But then she complained about her tummy hurtn'. Ok ~My lungs are being asthmatic, Devon's got a cold. We are all evenly sick. EVEN ! Such a motley bunch we are. Somehow, I managed to eeeek past Holly just before that left hand sharp corner that led into the trees. I went a bit too wide on the mud and slid a tad, had to over- correct. I kept my speed up high but... Uh oh..... I totally forgot about the evil Waterbars!!!!!

In politics these days they talk about a Waterboard Torture as a cruel and inappropriate torture device. I think they could talk about how on a trail a Water Bar can become a deadly instrument of destruction. It is a form of cruel torture to cyclocross tires. WHO put that dangerous waterbar out there? You can be hiking out here and just trip and split your head wide open on that thing! 3 such waterbars turned an otherwise swoopy decent into : THe WATERBARs FROM HELL.

Usually waterbars are rubber or a rounded log or an old broken up railroad tie. I mean. SOMETHING decent. These were 4x4 crisp cornered planks of wood set into the earth with 2 inches above the ground of "WHERE DO I GO TO GET AROUND THIS?" ?!!!!!!

( the pic above is not from our race course but that is what they looked like)

I suddenly saw Devon veer left but I took it straight on. My mind went blank, I felt Holly breathing down my neck so I took the middle and aimed to hop. Aimed....ready.

THen I CHICKENED OUT!!!

Instead, I immediately lifted my front wheel but at the speed I was going, I aimed RIGHT at the corner of the water bar. Its like I never rode a bike before. With only 40 pounds of pressure in my tube. I lifted my wheel. It was not high enough. I rode over the bar . Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ugh.

SO my bike took me and the flat tire down the hill and I jumped the last barricade to the wheel pit and couldnt get the axle loose because Hank is a monster about tightening up the skewer.

freak out.

Time, Infinity and jelly donuts are what you find in a wheel pit. Everything slows down. Which ones are my wheels? I never get a flat. This is ridiculous. Everything seems too slow. I couldnt loosen the cable of the brake. I lost all track of time. The wheel pit. How much time is gone now? 30 seconds? 60 seconds? How long was I in the pit? Time ~you want more of it but you really don't want it at all.

So Tim told Hank 'Hey your girl is in the pits'.... Hank comes running up and grabs my bike and does my wheel change. (my hero!) 2 minutes down. or so. I don't know. It doesnt matter. I lost the race. I tell myself to just get back on the bike. LETS JUST RIDE OK?? I got back in with my tail tucked and started riding. It went from a great race day to 'just get a workout in'. Devon's guy friend was up on the hill cheering me on. The gals were all long gone.

I smiled and never said one swear word the entire race. (I am so proud of myself). I started to tempo. Two laps in and I am passing a gal in my field, then another. I felt a good pace in my legs and kept it up.

Somewhere about half way through the race I was passed by a junior racer wearing a Pony Shop jersey. He wasn't someone to draft off of but someone to use as a sling shot. He was someone to motivate me to go faster. I soon caught up to him and flew past him. But he would reenergize and pass me again! It was great. He inspired me to pick up the speed in my legs. He would slow down in sections I could pick up speed and I"d zoom past him. I thought he was gone but then the next thing I knew he'd pass me again where he could go faster. We never took a draft off each other but we sure used each other's momentum. This went on for a couple laps and I think it was what kept me from falling asleep. Thanks to his energy and the rubber band effect of cat and mouse, I kept a faster pace. His race ended and I now had 2 laps to go.

I came up the hill and ..wait a minute! THERE is Holly! and there is Devon! seriously. Devon was in sight! Coming the other way on the course, but not that far off my front now! wow. If I only had one more hour...just one more hour...maybe....haha.

Ok~ only two laps left to go. I know Holly saw me because she started to go faster . Patience taught me not to go too hard, don't freak out and blow up. Even so I dug deep and tried to force myself up the hill a bit faster. Ooh my legs were toast. I wasn't reeling her in anymore. I got close but she would take off. It was the last lap and I just wanted to make it clean and no more mistakes. I did my fastest remount, then I just got out of my saddle and hammered it with whatever was left in my legs. I was closing in on her in the back section. I was now ' king of the sand mass' just diving into the sandy pit on the backside, pedalling thru it. I took the corner solid, The back tire bit in the corners and I never slid out, not once. Holly was getting closer and closer.

I was in charge of the waterbar section now and FLEW thru that. I came down the hill swooping around the corner just as she got to the last barricade. Maybe just a few seconds behind her. Holly fumbled on the barricade and didn't jump back on her bike. She didnt' mess with the remount and took off running as fast as she could to the finish line. I ran the barricade, lept on my bike but took third just behind her.

Hey ~I put up a good fight. I am happy with third. It was fun and a good lesson for me today. I do wonder if I did not flat if things would have been different for me today. Oh well. Its all part of racing! I should just take it as a learning experience. When Hank says DON'T pinch flat...it means DON"T pinch flat. JUST BUNNY HOP THE DANG WATERBAR!!!!

Doctor Eeeewww

My doc said that when you got a cold, you can lose 1000cc (1 quart) of fluid from sinus draining in ONE nite.

eeeeeeew.

Bartlett CCX

waiting for some pictures......


We got up at 5 am on this briskly cool autumn day. The ground was still covered in a white layer of frost which was making my feet wet and cold as we trudged up to the registration tent . Hank and me got a map and began to help out with putting the orange flags in the ground. The course was really twisty. The map reminded me of a crime scene investigation where the body was outlined as it had fallen after being brutally murdered. Only there were two bodies lying side by side with crooked arms and smashed in heads and intestines squishing out the sides.
((Eeewwwww okok...its just that its Halloween this week and I am trying to make it sound more spooky.))

There was one short steep hill that reminded me of an exagerrated pitchers mound that was tough to bike up but barrelled down to a wide swoooshy U-turn and the finish line. The barricades were both on the upward side of an incline so you never took them at speed. I thought they seemed higher than usual and others confirmed that they were not regulation height (40cm) but they could have also just seemed taller because they were set on the incline.
I don't know, I was having a tough time hefting my bike over them and during the race I even had step over instead of a full running jump a couple times. But it didn't matter too much since it was a universal problem for everyone. Even the very tall and graceful Devon had some trouble on the barricade sections. (She has got to be over 6 feet tall!) Everyone says that taller people have an advantage. Perhaps the very tall people should carry a 5 pound water bottle to make it more fair.... But since Devon's bike weighs 10 pounds more than mine we can call it even. :P

The rest of the course was wide open and LET IT ALL OUT IF YOU DARE fast. I knew the long sections of grassy inclines would be in my favor today if I could just get thru the barricades safely. I especially loved the sweeping corners and once the frost melted, the traction was pretty good. I was excited to race this course! The sun was out and we shed the arm warmers and knee warmers. GORGEOUS fall day.

I am still coughing a little bit and my voice is hoarse but I dont think its interfering too much with these shorter races. I am tired of coughing. ugh. It is mostly disrupting my sleep. These shorter races make me breath like a locomotor and I am sure its not helping. ha!
I hate using it as an excuse. ugh.

I was actually racing ok till I messed up a technical section. It only takes a slight mistake to give the other person an attack. My race started with 8 women in the 1,2,3 Elite field with special prizes for the cat 3's that were announced. Holly from Killjoy was there and so was Devon who has won the first two races of the series. I honestly thought this was 'my' course or at least a course I had half a chance on doing well. I aimed my bike to be first into the corners. The race started on a false flat in the grass that led up to 4 intestinal corners in a row to a downhill and then hairpin up to a barricade run up. I knew I just had to power it up to get to them first. I clipped in fast but still was third into the corner behind a super fit and skinny Kelly Stark and Devon. Devon took the corners wide and Kelly cut into me when I tried to grab the inside line. We were going terribly slow and I wanted to break free. I became more aggressive and saw Devon go wide again, I aimed at the inside and tried to power past Kelly again, she cut me off again. blocking me . I feel pretty comfortable on my bike so it didn't phase me to get cut off like that. We came up the little hill and I saw she was already losing Devon's wheel so I had to get around her NOW. We cornered left and I took the outside line with barely any room. She moved her line even further out and I was running out of room. Thoughts of hooking my handlbars on the yellow tape entered my mind as I squeezed in between her and the fencing. I pushed past her after the corner and got in front of her. I sharply turned up the hill around the "U' turn corner to the barricade. The first barricade : ran up hard, lept over clean, ran for a bit up the hill and jumped on my bike...fast clip.....then I was ON Devon's wheel. It was just me and Devon shooting down the first straight away. We buried it almost side by side and swooped down onto some asphalt, I passed her after the hairpin corner and pushed it hard to try to gap her but only led her back up the grassy lumpy energy sapping hill about 700 yards to a chicane and barricade.

We were already now about 15 seconds up on the competition and hauling it hard to the next barricade. She passed me on the barricade and led me thru the next set of corners and thru the trees to the back section. We were cutting the corners fast in the back and soon were done and heading back out of the trees . Speed, faster, pushing each other. She was in front now and on the second asphalt leg, surprising me with her sudden burst of speed. She was flying! I stayed hot on her tail and as we came up to the 'pitchers' mound hill , I passed her and buried it down the sweeping corner to the S/F line. I kept the pace high up the false flat and tried to hold a high speed in the corners. I got a little up on her but she closed the gap fast. We jumped the next barricade together. This time she took over the lead and I waited a bit behind her. She held a fast pace. After the uphill chicane, we made the barricade together but she messed up her remount and missed clipping in . I heard the guys go "ATTACK NOW!!". So I attacked, up the rest of the hill and into the corners. I put a hard pace on and kept the tiniest gap. But I did not have it in me today to attack full force. Back into the trees.... Devon had recovered fast and by the time I hit the back section, she was closing up the gap.

We started into our third lap. Or was it fourth now? 16 minutes in. I tried to hold the lead but she was soon back on my wheel again. I slowed up a bit and she came around me and then I was resting on her wheel. It was not so easy to just 'sit on'. She was not letting up her pace and not holding a steady rate of speed. I had to keep paying attention. Her speed would fluctuate, and instead of a strong steady tempo, she would occassionally accelerate spontaneously and put a gap on me. Cute trick!!! Painful too!

THEN it happened. Next set of barricades, just for a flash of a second, I lost my focus. She had gotten a bit ahead of me, I was just off her draft. I got to the barricade in a bit of a fluster. I looked up and saw she messed up her remount a tad, I knew I had to do it faster so I could catch her. I pushed my bike too hard, too fast up the hill and missed my saddle. My leg landed on my wheel, I was tangled up in my bike and had to relift my leg and run the rest of the way. NO!!!! ugh~ that was going to be a nice bruise! I could see her going down the hill already and into the 'bury it' section. I got on my bike and put the HAMMER on it. It was a sizeable gap now. I had to close it up. I held it steady and tried to close the gap but she was buried. She knew this was IT.
The guys told me to hold it steady but I yelled " I dont want to hold it steady!!!" grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I wanted to CATCH HER!! She held her gap for the rest of the lap. I had to go hard where I knew she was going hard and I had to go harder still where I knew she would let up. By the next lap I was closing it in the corners and really took the corners faster than I ever had before. She was RIGHT THERE in front of me and I was close to being back in her draft just in time for the 'bury it ' windy section. I just had to make it down that hill....SLIP!.... I went a bit too fast and angled it too much in the corner and felt my wheel slide. I had to put my foot down, nothing big but it cost me more seconds. Now the gap widened and I needed to get my pace up again. KEEP the head on straight and ride smart. .

I used my arms and everything I had to push the pedals just a bit harder. But she would see me coming and kick it wide open giving me some solid punches to counter. We were fighting, she was desperate to hold her spot and I was pulling everything out to close the gap. The only rest I could take was right before the corners but even then I'd come out of the corner barely in control and get out of my saddle to regain the lost speed. I could see no weakness in her.
I kept hearing that song in my head. "He's going the distance, He's going for speed" ...((which is better than last week when I had 'what- would- you do -for- a- Klondike bar?" in my head the whole friggin' race)). ugh. ok.. tangent..sorry..
With two laps to go I felt a bit of the mental demon telling me to give up. I was spent, exhausted, coughing (for sympathy) , feeling a bit dissappointed. I let up a bit to rest. But after the barricade I saw her only just within reach, so I felt it rekindle and I dug deep and tried one more time to at least close the gap down a bit. You can't give up, you never know what can happen. She might spill or hit her head on a branch or catch a mussette with her handle bars or roll a tire..... But no. She did a perfect race. Devon won yet again.
It was a good fight. We never let up and that made for a good race and a great competition.

Its amazing to me that the simplest thing can mess up your focus. Hank calls it 'factor X'. He says no one knows much about it but its not anything you can buy, sell or find in a bottle. It comes from inside you. It can destroy your focus when you get flustered or desperate or it can give you the 'Eye of the Tiger' , the winning edge. (Lombardo has it!!)
You can even win races you are not 'supposed' to win if you have ...the X factor. Grrrr.

Themen's races were TOTALLY exciting. Team Verdigris .

Jason came out to watch , he is feeling better. The weird virus he had gotten checked out is now leaving him as mysteriously as it had happened. He said it had caused him to lose feeling in the muscles of his hands. I hope it was just a pinched nerve in his back or something like that. We were happy to see him and hope he is better and out racing again on the bike soon.

FORTY PLUS MEN"S
Chris Lombardo, Tim Boundy , Wayne Simon and Hank as well as some other men we train and have done some Bandit races with were lined up to do the 40+. Tim's family was there watching and I stood next to his wife, Kim, (who is probably one of the few women out there with all her fingernails intact) and who is super fit after having two little girls . The little Boundy girls were there screaming 'GO daddy!!' and raising up a ruckus . Lombardo's own 11 year old son would be racing with the juniors soon after the 40+ were done. FUN! All kids love to watch cross races. :)

As the 40+ race began. 30 guys took off to hit the snakey corners. ALmost immediately the race split off with ALL FOUR of team Verdigris in the front. YAY!! We were so excited! A green train had formed almost immediately. A Turin rider and a 'white jersey guy' ( I will get names) were in the split. They stayed in a break for a few laps but Lombardo and Boundy attacked till Boundy got off the front and got away. Then it was just Lombardo and 'white jersey guy'. Hank was holding it steady and Wayne was hammering hard on his mountain bike. No one was near enough at that point for them to worry. They were so far off the front at that time he had no fear of getting caught from behind and only had to hold a steady pace. Hank was alone in the middle and holding. I had to go warm up so I left for a while then came back. The race field was spread out all over the place, all alone or in small groups. When I came back to watch, Tim was off the front and setting the lap times. He seemed to be going faster every lap. Chris Lombardo was not letting the other guy catch up and held him where he was. He was having way too much fun. What a difference to see Tim's face all gritty teeth and determination and then comes along Lombardo smiling like he was just out riding a recovery ride on a sunny summer day! The kids were going crazy with cowbell!

Hank was hovering in fourth but Turin caught up to him and passed him up before the last lap. Hank dug deep to try to pass him back. Many of the other racers got stuck in the main peleton of racers. I think they were behind someone early in the first lap that was gapping or perhaps fumbled in the corner. This was what had caused the original split. It did not take long before ABD's Jim Nowak in the chase group saw what was going on and he got up front of that group and tried to go after the break. While I was watching, He seemed to be the only one hell bent on closing the gap. Soon he seperated off that group and he was alone. He is a power house and this was one course he could do some damage. I know from last week that just that fraction of 'wait' time being caught behind someone is enough for the front guy to get away. I am sure there were others that got caught in that huge peleton in the first part of the race and they had some difficulty getting away from the pack.
Tim won!
Chris Lombardo got Second and Hank got fifth, Wayne got sixth on his mountain bike!

Brian Doughtery raced cat 3's. (( He is the one who's wife trains show jumping horses.)) I picture them training together. Hmmm. That is a crazy image. I wonder if they raced, who'd be faster on these courses. Her and her horse, or him and his bike. I think he'd win. She'd have a tough time jumping the barricades while lifting up her horse up. :P

Brian won , again.
He is fast and SMOOOTH on the barricades. It is super fun to watch him race. They started the 1, 2's off before the 3's and they had a 2 minute head start. Brian seemed to make a plan to try to catch the leaders of the cat 1,2's. He shed off the other 3's and was off the front by a good lead. By the end of his race he had already caught onto the 4th and 5th place leaders of the 1,2's . He could not catch the front 3 guys, though, of that field. But he did try.

ANOTHER wonderful day. We had to scare out of there. One of the cat 4 men was wearing a wrestlers mask ...spoooky and about to race in full blown costume. Sorry we had to miss that! Hank's dad had a birthday so we were running late. Late for cake.
speaking of Cake......here is the lyrics of that cool song stuck in my head.

CAKE lyrics.
He's going the distance song::
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.
They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.
As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone,
all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.Yeah!
No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade
.She's hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse
!He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...

Die Hard Training

I saw this picture of a lone cyclist braving the roads of the fire-ridden country side of California. You can see the smoke around the sun.

You can follow the fires on this site: http://www.nifc.gov/fire_info/nfn.htm

I hope your friends and families are safe if you know anyone there.

Carpentersville Cross

There are some race days you just want to hold onto and remember for a long time. I hope this day is one of them. The venue was so fun, the course had a little of everything and the folks that put this race together really had it down. There was music blasting thru the entire park and cowbells at every corner. Just fun. FUN!!! Everyone seemed to be in high spirits and the temperature....was a balmy 80 degrees!

Hank and me debated going to the race at all because I was just getting over yet another upper respiratory infection. Hank was sick too and had some mild symptoms of coughing and sinus gooey. We were so glad we went. It was such a gorgeous day and there are not many of these left.

The course was mostly on grass with some sharp corners and U turns, probably about 12 tricky corners total . A sand pit that was rideable but many of us ran it. A hill run up and more barricades and some Long swoopy tempo parts . My favorite part was this Mud Rut. A nasty clay-mud deep set RUT that you had to aim your bike into JUST right...9 inches deep and about 4 inches wide ...set into a sharp narrow ditch that normally would have been grass but now was dark clay. It was rather intimidating looking the first time you saw it. You dipped down, aiming your bike at the rut that brought you back up sharply. If you aim it right it was just an easy swoosh then you could power away to the sandpit, aim it wrong and it was an easy endo! There were a few crashes on that.

This was the first race that our team Verdigris had all their kits on and we ROCKED! Brian soared out and got 1st in the cat 3's.

The 40+ race had a large field of 40 men. Tim Boundy got 1st in the 40+, (that is him in the start up line looking fearlessly forward next to MetLifeGuy). Chris Lombardo was holding with the chase group . (that is him floating over the barricade in the other picture). He showed us a lesson on good team work as he never tried to bust away from the chase group at the risk of dragging the other guys up to Tim. The finish line came up and He got WHAMMED into hard by another cyclist, nearly got knocked over but he held it up like McEwen and came out for 3rd place. YAY! Wayne (on the mountain bike in the sand picture) got 6th and Hank was up with the other guys but then crashed in a corner. He got back in the race to get 8th. Hank was very happy he raced!!! We all had fun in the gorgeous weather.

Oh and I got 2nd.
My race: women's 1, 2, 3 . series number 2 race. Devon leading series. We had 6 in the field. My race started out poorly for me, I didn't clip in well at the start! GRRRR. I was in dead last (here we go again!) in the first corner and there were only 6 of us total in the race. I wasn't panicked at all BUT..I probably should have been. I would have been better off sprinting around and getting up there but I took a 'tempo' approach instead to avoid getting my heart rate up. Mistake! At least there were enough open stretches in the grass that I could finally pass but the front two gals had gotten away. I was chasing the entire race. I really don't know how I managed to pull off a 2nd place and am very happy at my luck. Debby Dust was in front of me and at first was with Devon. They were already a good 20 yards ahead. I think Debby was nursing a hangover because she had mentioned she had waaay too much fun the nite before at a wedding. Hmmm.. ha! HA!!! Wedding? Its been years since I have been to a wedding.....
Serves her right! That's what you get for having fun. Nnyaaaah!!

okokok...Deb is a classy racer with a sparring attitude. I am just sparring back. It was fun back when being her team mate because she can SPRINT and make a win happen. Consistantly. Anyway, I was hovering around her trying to pass her and she was holding a strong pace. I do not compare so well on my barricade performance and D would pass me and get ahead again every time.

I was going to just give up. I was tired. Cyclo cross is hard. ~whine! `. Every time I'd get ahead I'd lose it again in the techie stuffs. futile.

But then, I misunderstood the lap counter because I looked up and it said '1' on it. I thought it was the last lap so I just Gunned it past her in a mighty DIG. There! I passed her!

My Ex- team mate screamed at me in a hangover-ish voice to ''GO GET DEVON!!''. Devon was already ahead by 30 seconds or so. You could see her coming back at us on the switchy back parts of the course. ......and she'd ride by and sip on her water and twiddle a wave at us. Smiling.

Mockingly.

When I came around the supposedly last lap, The counter said..... '3'. I was like ????????? OH man!!! that '1' that I had read was not the last lap...it was for MINUTES TO GO to the last three laps!!!!! DOH DOH DOH DOH DOH. Suddenly everything was tunnel vision darkness and evil heart rate pounding distressful NO!!!!!!!!!!!! I had to rally up something from deep inside. My mind screamed at me. ''HOLD THIS SPOT!! DON"t STOP PEDALLING!! ..Maybe you can GET HER.....Push a little deeper.....NO I"m too tired!'' ..... force myself to hold this ...... I wanted to drop out NOW..... But the team was there. The guys were watching, cowbells were clanging. My face was red and about to explode from the hot temperatures. Debby was closing the gap that I had wrung myself inside out to get..I could not go any faster! I wanted Water and there was none to have.

I mean....Someone who makes up ideas about cyclo crossing made up the idea of not carrying water during cyclo cross races. So June no Carry Water.

I need......... water!!!!
I went from 'last lap' to 'three more to go'. I was almost to blowing up point but took a break when I could and regained a little momentum. I ran the sand pit so slow in that lap that I think I could have tipped over and just lay there till Hank could come collect me.

Yup. this is the beach section. If you looked to the right, you'd have seen the.....

Fallen Riders.

Well. The race was really light hearted. It was a fun sparring event but the next one will be even more fun.

Nice race you guys! Great day!