Monday, July 23, 2012

Race Report: Mapletown July 22, 2012

Sunday was the 5th road race of the Abra series in Mapletown, PA.  The course was 39 miles of mostly rollers, 2 larger climbs with a total of 2,000 feet of elevation.  Riding this should be no problem, unless I spent the race trying to keep in line with a group slightly faster than me.


Kamden said she'd work with me (Yeah!!), and I put new handlebars that weren't an enormous man size on my bike just in time.  We rode up with Jon and Kyle, who just got a sweet new road bike and was competing in his first bike race!  The three of us (Kam, me and Kyle) went off together, as Cat 4 women and Cat 5 men were starting together.  We started the ride, and at the first hill most of the cat 5 men took off.  The two girls from Dynamic Physical Therapy that Kam and I wanted to beat stayed back at a slower tempo, and we stayed with their tempo.  As Kamden articulated, "In a bike race, it's not about your finishing time but your finishing place".  Halfway up the hill I heard a chain drop, and later up Kamden said to me, "I think Kyle dropped his chain!".  We lost him that way.

My new handlebars felt great!  Cornering was amazing, and the tempo that the Dynamic girls were setting was definitely rideable.  We were all working together, and made the first hill.  We were on a roller at about mile 20 between the two larger hills when I just started to feel awful.  I wondered if I was dehydrated (it was a very hot and brilliantly sunny day) or needed nutrition, so I slowed down, ate my reserve gel and drank almost an entire water bottle.  Then I was dropped from the girls a little bit, but not at an unbridgeable distance, and started trying to make the bridge.  My knees and feet started screaming.  I just felt awful.  I heard Greg's voice in my head telling me, "Relax".  So I relaxed, but my legs felt so awful.  I started moving around on my bike seat, and the bike just felt bad.  The urge to rip my feet off my pedals and get off my bike overwhelmed me, and I made myself stay on it with a promise of "18 more miles!", a doable distance, just finish it.

I made it up the steep climb alone, watching the gap grow in front of me, and once I started descending all I could do was stand up and stretch my legs.  Once the climb flatted out, I was just sort of riding, sort of stretching, and absolutely feeling uncomfortable.  At this point Kyle caught up to me.  It turned out his bike was stuck in the big ring!  He informed me that making those climbs in the big ring was really a difficult experience.  We were at about mile 26 when we met up, and we rode together for the next 10 miles.  Part of the time I drafted him on the downhills, stretching my legs out, and tried giving him help in front on the uphills, but probably half the time we were also chatting.  It made a lot of sense that he caught up because I know Kyle to be a really strong rider, and the big ring explained why it took him so long which had been confusing me.

At some point I was in front on a climb and my legs were so miserable and my bike felt so awful that I started crying.  Kyle asked me if I was okay from the back and I just shook my head in an "I'll get through this and finish" way.  At around mile 36 we were climbing and another rider was off his bike stretching his legs.  I'd spent the last 16 miles resisting the enormous temptation to rip myself off my bike, and seeing this was worse than someone talking about rivers and waterfalls when you really have to relieve yourself, and I succumbed.  I got off my bike, mid hill, and started stretching next to the guy.  Kyle just kept going, which was good because I felt at this point I was slowing him down, and also because you can't stop mid hill in your big ring.

I got back on my bike, and I did feel a little better, and it made the rest of the race easier to cruise in.  Stacy rolled up to me in the car and asked if I was okay, and I explained that I was fine (I was hydrated, I had nutrition, and I had fitness and energy), my bike just felt awful and I wanted to finish at this easy pace.  Every time I rode by marshals or spectators and they started cheering and saying crap like, "You're almost there!", I got so unhappy because that wasn't the issue.  The analogy I made in the car was that it was like getting a blister in your running shoes 15 miles into the marathon and finishing anyways, but not wanting to make it worse.

Anyways, apparently there was another girl in the race who Kyle later said we dropped really early on who caught up to me at this end stretch.  She never actually passed me (I don't think I would have let her if she tried), and at the finish line she said to me, "You need to work out some strategy with your team!".  (WTF?!).  When I crossed the finish line, I barely saw the camera but mustered up a grin:


But, I finished.  And, as this is my first season of bike racing, my race goal is always to learn something big, and I definitely learned something.  I'm going to get the ball rolling to get my bike fit, and I'm going to slowly work on breaking it in.

It turns out Kamden beat those girls and came in 2nd overall HOLLA!! (the girl who won stayed with the cat 5 man pack) so I was thrilled.   I cooled down, and stretched, estatic to finally be off my bike.  We waited for the podium, and they made the announcement that they were going to start with Cat 4 women.  Kamden quickly started working at getting her race number off, and I was helping her, and we had just got it off when they called my name over the loudspeaker.  Shit!  I was standing there in my sports bra, with my bib shorts around my waist, holding Kamden's race number in my hand.  How did this happen?  Well, it ended up there were only 6 girls in the field.  So I got this glamorous picture of victory:

Jackie Libby - THIS is inappropriate.
At home Sunday night, my legs were so sore.  And Monday morning I woke up with sore shoulders and aching all over.  I have never, in my entire life, been this sore from a bike ride.  It just confirms that the change on my bike is one I need to both do something about (i.e. get a fitting), and also work up to getting used to.  My old bike set up I had worked up riding in, so my body was accustomed to it.   At this distance, at that elevation, and at the pace I rode at I should not be sore and aching.

So, in the words of Greg Flood, "Never make any major changes on your bike before a race".




Saturday, July 21, 2012

Tour de Handlebar

It is a great Saturday in July when you wake up, turn on the Tour de France live coverage, and your friend Becca comes over for brunch, mimosas, and some handlebar taping action:

Brilliant!  We had a potato, pepper and tomato frittata and watched Bradley Wiggins clinch his Tour de France win with a gnarly fast time trial performance.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Awwww, yeah!

This is what bike racing is all about:

Winning pastries.

But, seriously, tonight at the track I won this, and what was remarkable to me about this win was that halfway around the lap I was at the back of the pack and a couple of kids were sprinting for it.  I guess the true beauty of an attack is when they don't know you're coming until you're accelerating and coming up near the line, and they're slowing down.

Extra bonus: I was going so fast over the hill I caught up with a breakaway that was riding strong and not slowing down at the hill every lap.

Brief progress report from the Bud Harris Track, before next week when my attendance will become splotchy thanks to summer math conferences.  Coach Suzanne really had me focus on my pedaling, and either the focus on better pedaling and form, or my new tires,  but I was going a little faster in places.  Such as on the flat, when I would typically be going 23 MPH I noticed I'd be going 24.  Or over the little hill, when I'd typically slow to 19 MPH, I'd be going 21.

Plus, I feel great from a couple days off!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Race Report: Tour of the Valley Criterium

This "Race Report" is actually false, because I opted to bail on the race and suck up my entry fee.  I woke up early from a full night's rest dreadful of going out all day, racing, and ending my weekend exhausted with an enormous week of work in front of me.  Lesson learned here: about my limits balancing cycling and research.

Instead, I opted to chill on the coach, eat Oreos, and watch the Tour de France live with Sita the cat:

Win.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

The "RGB" bike

Here is the San Mateo, Thursday night at the top of the West End overlook:

Before shot!!
The tires are wearing thin and coming very easily off the rims now, and the handlebars are too wide.  I'm going to document the week long process of this bike's transformation.

Step 1: New tires.  I love internet shopping.  I spent a lot of time reading reviews, shopping online, and decided to go with Vittoria Rubino Pro III.  However, it was $4 cheaper per tire to get colors instead of black.  So the RGB bike begins:



Okay, well, this may look a little wild, but they ride great.  I really needed new tires.  
I bought matching handlebar tape to the blue, which will go on with the next step: new bars.
What's also noteworthy is that these tires are 700 x 23, and should be inflated from 100 - 145 psi.  The old ones were 700 x 25 with a range of 87 - 116 psi.  I inflated these up here to 115, and I could definitely feel the difference when I took a test ride to the oval.  Also noteworthy is that changing tires out is super easy; I'm a little scared about operation handlebar.


Step 2:  The 40 cm handlebars that I ordered on the internet came, with a diameter of 38.1 mm.  I checked out the San Mateo, and noticed that they were 26.0 mm.  Whoops.  By this time, I had already exuberantly ripped the tape off:

I started ripping tape off as soon as my new
bars came.

I looked online, and it doesn't seem that 40 cm ergo drop bars with 26.0 mm diameter is an especially popular size, and there were none that I could find for a reasonable price with fast shipping.  Fast shipping because I had a race on Sunday!  Thursday at work, I started calling bike shops to see what they had, with a bunch of dead ends.  "We have 42's".  When I got in touch with Carl at Pro Bikes, he suggested that while they also didn't have anything in that size, perhaps I could get a new stem.

Picked up the new step, and operation handlebar was on!  To remove the handlebars, first you remove the tape.  Then, you remove the brakes and shifters with a 5 mm allen wrench:

Removing the shifters requires a tool.
Once we slid these off, we removed the stem.  Now was where we got into trouble again.  When we put the new stem on, it ended up there was more space and we needed a spacer.  
New stem on right: note the spacer above the stem.
At this point, Becca and I got frustrated and just put everything on, leaving loose screws.  Bike and I ran back to Pro Bikes to get a spacer, because there was nothing we could do without that piece.   Carl totally had my back when I came in.  He tightened everything, checked our work, and adjusted the brakes/shifters evenly.  It was hard for me to tell what felt right, because it felt so good in every position!  Amazing what a comfortable size bars can feel like!  I left Pro Bikes with a bike ready for taping:

Thanks Carl!

Becca really likes taping handlebars, and since she bought them for me for my birthday, it was very fitting. 

Taping the new bars.

There is special piece to put over the shifter/break thing
Once the first handlebar was taped, we took a picture:


Can you see how much more lady sized the bottom bars are!  (Use the tire for size perspective).  
Then we were done, and I have a beautiful bike, ready for racing:



I love my bike!!  I took it on an easy ride with Justin to get a feel for it, and it was amazing.  We went up a few moderate hills, and I concentrated on doing everything Greg and Suzanne always tell me to focus on: even cadence, smooth pedal strokes (scrape mud!), relaxing my arms and shoulders, and NO knuckling the bars!  The thing was, I could finally comfortably do all this, and I got better a couple hills in.  The first hill, up to Brighten Heights, I felt myself wobbling a little at the top and noticed I was knuckling.  By the time I was riding up Greenfield Ave, I focused on relaxing my hands and felt smooth the whole way up.

Ready to race!!  

Monday, July 9, 2012

Race Report: Tri in the Buff, July 7, 2012

I love Team Pitt Masters Swim!!!!
A few weeks ago, at Masters swim, I casually asked Tony when his next race was.  He replied that him, and Kamden, and Laura were all going up to Buffalo to go camping for the weekend after the 4th of July and competing in a Saturday morning triathlon.  While competing in a triathlon doesn't interest me much right now, the notion of going camping with people that I really really like for a weekend, drinking beer and competing in a Saturday morning race does.  Immediately, I wanted to go too.  When I expressed this, Tony was like, "Hell, yeah, we have campground space".  And when I got home from the pool, he had already sent me the info and told me the race always sold out so don't dawdle with registration.  (This is a paraphrase: Tony didn't actually use the word "dawdle").

This gave me two weeks to prepare for a triathlon, which just meant I had to go running.  (Ew).   I decided my race goal would be to work up an appetite for an afternoon of sitting around the camp eating and drinking.

On Friday afternoon, I met up with Tony, loaded bikes and camping stuff into his truck, and after an essential stop at the Save-Mor, we were on the road north.

Tony's truck: Bikes and beer, key ingredients for any
good weekend

We got to the campground, which was right on Lake Erie, just a little after Kamden and Jon who had started setting up camp.  For dinner, we went to a pizza and pasta place down the road, because it was "tradition", and had a chill campfire.  I played my ukulele for a little bit, and then turned in early.  It was cold at night in Buffalo!  I was on the fence about bringing my sleeping bag because it was so hot in Pittsburgh, but it turned out I needed it.

The next morning was race morning.  Kam did a wake up call at 5:40 AM, and we had bagels and drove the 2 minutes to packet picket in our PJ's.  We came back to get our stuff ready and to walk our bikes to the transition area.

Hanging out in transition area before the race.

The race started in waves on the beach.  Kamden, Laura and I were in the 10 minutes after the start ladies wave, and we clumped with all the other women in a pen.  From previous triathlon experience, I learned it's a good idea to start near the front because when you talk to triathletes, they all hate it when people swim over them and will complain about it.  In triathlons, I usually always swim over people, so I figure if I start near the front then less people to swim over. (I only swam over one person this race!)  However, the funny part of this is, everyone also wants to start near the front.  So I made an effort as I worked my way up to ask women about their swimming abilities before I got in front of them.  It actually worked out well, because I started talking to a girl who had been a swimmer her whole life, but this was her first open water.  Chatting a little more, it made her realize that she was in the wrong group (she was doing the sprint distance which started at a later wave).   We got in the water and started when the thing went off.  Three women in wet suits went flying out, and I watched them and decided against pushing myself.  I figured my swim time will be good enough without exerting much energy, and to keep to my plan which was to use the swim as a warm up for the rest of the race.  I was disappointed then to notice that none of the other women left were swimming as fast as was comfortable for me, so I thought I had just lost my draft, which strategically I also didn't like.  I ultimately decided, "whatever", and started swimming at my own pace and enjoying how amazing the water was.
Kamden and me, before the swim, gazing at Canadia

Lake Erie at this Buffalo state park on Saturday July 7, 2012 at 8:12 in the morning was the most amazing body of water I had swum in in a long time.  The temperature was absolutely perfect (refreshing after some hot water I've been swimming in in Pittsburgh), the water was so clean I could see the bottom, and there was almost no current or choppiness.  Soon enough, I started passing dudes from the wave before us, and was just enjoying swimming.  On the second loop around, I stopped for a minute to look around me.  I saw a girl behind me, swimming strong but a little slower.  I decided to save my energy, slow down and draft behind her for most of the second lap.  This gave me lots of time to think, as I was in a race and doing absolutely no work; I was totally floating in wonderful water.  When I got near the end of the last loop, I started swimming faster, blew past her and several more dudes, and ran out of the water.  This draft and then sprint at the end strategy is one I learned bike racing at the track, and I'd really been wanting to experiment with cycling strategies in open water.  Anyways, I was feeling great and warmed up when I got on my bicycle.  (Swim time: 29:57, for 1500 m).


I love bike riding.
I mounted, and hit reset on my bike computer.  I started riding at a comfortable gear, because my ride goals were to (a) keep a constant cadence the entire ride (that's Greg Flood talking to me in one ear), and (b) to work harder on the uphills and rest on the downhills (that's "Coach Jon" in the other ear).  I actually really liked both of these strategies, and felt smug every time I passed a lot of people on the ups, and shrugged my shoulders whenever I got passed on the downs.  The course was pretty much all straight and flat with just a little hill, so it was big ring the whole way.  I was doing pretty well, holding my bike around 20 mph, and channeling my inner "Tour de France breakaway".  This helped me to really appreciate aero bars: every time I leaned forward like a breakaway rider, I started going really fast and wished I was in a gear higher.  I never lasted long, because I wasn't comfortable, but it was a neat experience.
When I started the second lap, my computer said roughly about 12.5 miles, and I was warmed up.  I ate a caffeinated gel and started going faster and feeling better.  I was actually doing great until I found out I messed up the course.  Which was when I eventually ran into some race marshals who told me I messed up the course.  I stopped and un-clipped to talk to them, when we decided the best course of action was for me to turn around and go back.  Before I could get upset about it, I quickly told myself, "It's just a race, and you're not racing.  So what if you're biking more - you love to bike!!!!!".  I also told myself, "If anyone in our group was going to mess up, good thing it's me!"  These are two true statements, and I think the truth in them was what kept me from getting upset.  I did pedal a little more slowly on the way back, and when I got back on the course, I still had a little gray cloud over my head and stopped thanking volunteers.   I also realized that I missed that beautiful moment I had been looking forward to when Kamden would whiz by me on Zena, her gorgeous triathlon (or TT) bike, and looking like a total badass on wheels.


I finished the bike at 29 miles, (should have been 25), with a time of 1:27:12.  For 40 km, that's an average of 17.1 mph.  For my actual distance, that's 19.95 mph.  I had wanted to hold at least 20 on that flat course, but I did stop for a couple of minutes to talk to the race marshal, and I had slowed down when riding back.  I think I'm more embarrassed than anything for people looking at my name and seeing such a slow bike time.  Well, at 19.95 pace for 4 miles, that's 12.03 minutes so I can think of my true bike time as under 1:19, which was what I wanted (Roughly my Pittsburgh triathlon bike time from last summer).


Anyways, right before the unmount I un-velcroed my shoes, so when I unmounted I left my shoes on my clips and just took my feet out.  This was amazing!  I rolled into transition, set up to whiz through really quickly.  Put my bike on the rack, put on my running shoes and grabbed my race belt which had my watch and visor on it.  I had put a gel in my back pocket during the ride.  But, whatever, the race was over for me, and I started talking to the women next to me, and then I saw Laura (who I really like), so I went over and waited for her to put on her shoes and socks, and grab her gel, and jogged out with her and jogged next to her for a little bit chatting.  (T2: 2:53).


I have this $10 wristwatch that I've been using for probably about 5 years now for jogging, which I put on at the beginning on the run and set to zero.  (I totally forgot to pre-set all my stuff to zero before the race).  At 4 minutes, I told Laura to go on ahead, I was scheduled for my first walk.  The strategy I had decided on for this run, because I only ended up going on 5 training runs before the race, was a 4 minute run/ 1 minute walk.  I picked this because I found some table on the internet that said this ratio corresponded to about a 9 minute mile, which was about what I needed for a sub-1 hour 10K. I started off really slow.  I know with run/walk, you're supposed to actually run and then power walk, but I was jogging and rest walking. 


I'm serious, here!!
 Before I signed up for the race, Suzanne had told me that one advantage that I had was the fact I am extremely comfortable on a bike, so the transition into running wouldn't be as difficult for me.  This was absolutely true, and I found myself actually thinking about how my legs didn't feel wacko and crazy.  Anyways, near the end of the first 5K, I started really recovering and having a lot more energy.  Then, when I finished the first loop, my watch said 29 minutes and I looked at the race clock and it said (2:43).  We started 10 minutes after the first wave, meaning the clock was 2:33.  Meaning if I could run a 5K in 27 minutes, I could still beat 3 hours.  And as I was recovered by this point, I was in a really good position to do it.  I immediately set my watch back to zero, hoping to race against the 27 minute mark, and put more oomph into both my running and my walking.  I was definitely going much faster than the first loop, and feeling great.  Run/walk is great for the person who hates running because 4 minutes flies by, and then you get to walk!  It was in this second loop that I started passing people.  I would jog with someone, then start walking, and then pass them on my next run.   Anyways, when I got near the end I caught up to a girl jogging and was like "We're at the end, let's go! go! go!") and she took off.  I ran in, at 3:00:20.  Twenty goddamn seconds.  The first place I could have lost time was in T2, and so I am never dicking around in transition ever again.  I hope every newbie triathlete reading this learns the lesson through me: NO DICKING OFF IN TRANSITION!!!


Worse, was after the race. It ended up that woman in front of me was 3rd in our age group and beat me by 8 seconds with a time of 3:00:12.   If I hadn't dicked off in T2, I probably would have gone on the podium even with those 4 extra miles of riding.  However, I still feel like a champion because my 10K time was 59:02.  (Holla!!!)  I feel like this showcases the magic of the walk/run.  Apparently walk/run is the brainchild of this guy Jeff Galloway (Kamden is a fitness expert), so here is his website which I have not read.

Everyone in our group did really great!  Kamden walked up to the podium with a time of 3:41 and some change, and Laura and Toni both beat their times from last year by factors of a lot.  Now was time to pig out, hydrate, sodium-ize, and then start drinking beer.  The real reason anyone races is for the after race:

The gym folk camping.
Saturday afternoon at some point when we were hanging out at the campground feeling good about ourselves, I went to the bathroom and overheard the campground office worker talking to her friends, "We just had the triathlon this morning, so all the gym people are staying here".  Hahahahaha, that's us!!


Comment: I took most of these pictures from Jon, one from Tony, and you can guess where I got the one of me running.  You might see doubles in Kamden's or Tony's race reports!! We'll find out!!!






Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Happy 4th of July: Tour de Unicorn


USA! USA! USA!
As all good Americans know, the Fourth of July is a holiday to celebrate our independence, and the best to do this it not just by watching the Coney Island hot dog eating contest on ESPN, but also by shooting off fireworks. 
So, since I am proud to be an American, when I was invited to go on a 50 mile bike ride to a fireworks store and back, I was in.  Okay, I'll confess: I was in at "50 mile bike ride". I met up with the guys on Saturday afternoon, and it was a hot (temperatures were in the 90's) afternoon.  I had 3 water bottles of frozen Gatorade, all of which I had consumed by mile 25.  The guys had panniers and a bike trailor, ready for business.  We started out by going through Pittsburgh's North Side, where it seemed the entire city was well along on the process of getting shitty before Kenny Chesney at Heinz field.  [That link is actually pretty misleading, as it's a well known fact that Kenny Chesney is a Saints fan].

The day prior to the bike ride, in a 4th of July themed blog post by the Bike Snob, we saw this fantastic and inspiring You Tube video of these boys showing off the "Unicorn bike":


Gotta get a picture of the cross bike at the
fireworks store
I love the space of "Really really good ideas as seen on a You Tube Video", and I believe that the Unicorn bike falls into this class.  Early on in the ride it was established that I wasn't alone in thinking that this was a great idea.  At the fireworks store, I personally had only one real interest and that was making the unicorn bike happen.  Otherwise, I'm actually pretty content with several boxes of sparklers left over from the Phish Superball last year where I only ended up lighting about 5 of them.



Bike loaded up for the Fourth.


When we returned to Pittsburgh, the unicorn bike was still a good idea. However, some lessons were learned from watching the boys on the You Tube video.  Firstly, we did it at night.  Secondly, I had someone else light it.  And lastly, we pointed the thing away from my face, looking less unicorn but feeling hella safer.  That's how the adults do shit.  Anyways, here it is:



Happy Independence Day, America!!!