So, last night sucked. I got about 30″ of rest at a stretch due to the pain in my wrist. The splint they put on in the ER kept things stable but it still hurt like hell. Due to that and the pain killers I decided to take the day off.
On the plus side the road rash doesn’t look nearly as bad today and only hurts when it gets scrubbed clean. It is kind of cool to see exactly how I rolled and the path is pretty much what you’d want to see from an energy dissipating roll.
I went through and checked my data on he ride from last night. I compared it with the two other times this happened and all my other recent rides. I did find a pattern. It started happening after the last tune up and every time my speed exceeded 36-37mph. Interesting…
After I got dressed and had a little food, we dropped my bike off at the shop. They are going to look over it again and assess any damage I did as a result of the crash. I hope they find something to point to. Otherwise, I’m going to need to think about a new bike. Without a reasonable assurance it won’t happen again I won’t be comfortable riding it.
From there it was to the orthopedist. They removed the splint, looked at the X-ray and determined its a hell of a sprain. No tears. Rest, ice and rule #5 apply. Probably 6-8 weeks to heal.
I am out for the rest of the season. Probably even one of the charity rides I planned on.
I’m thankful for two things. 1) my injury could have been much worse. I was lucky. And 2) my friends and teammates have been very supportive. They provided much needed advice and well wishes. I appreciate you all.
If you’ve been reading you know this has been less than a stellar year for me. It hasn’t gotten better. As I write this I am sitting in the ER waiting to get my X-rays back.
Remember that wobble from last week? Well I took the bike in and there was nothing obvious wrong. The popular theory was there was a new dynamic, be it weather, road conditions, subtle position change that was creating the harmonic when I got to speed.
Today, I was going out for a training ride and was going to see if it happened again with a ride I’ve done before. Coming down Salem I made sure I had a clear path ahead and no one close behind and hit the decent. As I approached the bottom the wobble reappeared. I was unable to recover like I did before and hit the pavement.
Luckily the years of martial arts as a kid stuck and I did a perfect, ok almost perfect, tuck and roll. The helmet will need to be replaced and I’ve got road rash. My concern is my left wrist and ankle. I think the wrist is broken. I’ve broken it before, but that was a long time ago. I’m not as young as I used to be.
At this point I think the race season is over. If I am broken it is for sure over. But even if not I’m not sure I trust the bike. If I’m tentative with the equipment it’s not safe for either me or the other competitors.
I think the bike is going back to the shop tomorrow to assess wreck damage.
All I have left to say is…. FUCK
So, this race has been rescheduled twice. The first time was because of snow and got cancelled because it was dangerous for everyone involved. the second was cancelled preemptively when snow was forecasted. Everyone has been hoping that this would go off today.
As I watched the weather for the week the conditions were going from good to questionable. When I woke Sunday morning it looked like we were on the edge of a big rainstorm and we would be getting wet for some portion of the day. After last week at Lynchburg I was questioning even going. No sense driving an hour each way to decide at the last minute not to race. But I got up, packed and went anyway.
This season has not been great for me so far and this is the last of the road races I am doing before crit season starts. Getting to the race I was planning out my strategy. There was a threat of rain and it was a little cooler than its been. I decided on my attire and did what I hoped would be a quick drive of the course. The roads were narrow and in poor repair. There were some pretty significant potholes in the lane, mostly on the right side but some towards the middle. Because of the narrow roads I spent about 25 minutes longer driving the course because I got stuck behind one of the groups finishing up.
Getting back to the staging area, I had time to change and get in a quick 15 minute warmup. This was ok for me because I wanted my energy for the race, not the warmup. We lined up and it started drizzling. Not enough rain to make it bad but just enough to make the road a little wet and make you cold while standing there. Nothing like last weekend.
We started off neutral as normal. I had lined up so I would be on the yellow line right behind DeSoto. I wanted to be towards the front because about 3 miles in there was a pretty good decent and then a matching hill on the other side of a creek valley. This would give me a little buffer when I dropped back as I always do on a climb. It wasn’t big but I figured I’d think ahead.
I was feeling pretty good at this point. Nice and limber, well fed and ready to race. I’m on second wheel behind Brian. I was trying to channel my previous frustrations into motivation to do better this week. We hit the decent and shit fell apart. Coming down the hill I knew we’d be going fast so I was feathering my brakes to have a little bit of a dry surface incase there was a problem. When I hit about 35mph I got a nasty shimmy in the rear wheel and then the bike got completely squirrelly. I kept it “under control” enough to get out of the peloton and crossed the centerline after checking for traffic. I heard someone say something but I was trying to quiet the voice in my head screaming “this is going to hurt” and “make sure no one hits you”. I managed to get the bike to a stop without hitting the pavement… a minor miracle.
The motoref stopped to make sure I was ok and see what happened. There was a bit of celebrating that I kept the rubber on the road. He mentioned that I lost my bottles on the hill and he kicked them out of the way… I probably wouldn’t have noticed until I was up the road and thirsty. The last thing he said was “you’re going to need to work like hell to catch up”. It took me about 10 minutes to find my bottles and stop shaking. There was enough time to watch the women’s field pass and decide whether I was going to continue or not.
I figured that I was out there and maybe someone else would drop off the back, so I continued on the lap. Having anger and adrenaline, not to mention a tailwind, I was able to make pretty good time for the next 8 miles or so. I was actually thinking that it might not be so bad. Then I turned into the wind and it became very clear that this was going to be another miserable day. 8 more miles directly into the wind eliminated any hope I had of catching up to the stragglers.
I got back to my car, packed up and drove home. I dropped my bike at Oakley to have it checked out to see if there is a mechanical issue causing the shake. I noticed it a little earlier in the week coming down Salem, but I wrote it off to bad roads. Then it was dry and I wasn’t braking. Today the wet conditions were totally different and it was way worse. I hope it’s something minor.
This has been a truly disappointing spring. I’m hoping to get my head straight for crit season.
So, after last week’s fiasco of a race, I was going into this week determined to do better. I spent the week reflecting on what went wrong and how to approach it differently. It was a busy week with both work and home so I spent most of it off the bike and fit things in when I could.
Most of the week I was confused about the course. I kept confusing it with either Spring Valley or Germantown. Rectangular circuits in farm country all start to look alike at some level . When I reviewed my race report from 2011 (the last time I rode this course) I realized that this was a race where everything started to click for me. That raised my hopes immensely.
I was worried about the weather, much like last time. Going to the race it was cloudy and looked to be threatening to rain, but the roads were starting to dry out. By the time I got to the course, checked in and got ready things were looking pretty good. Roads were mostly dry and the wind wasn’t excessive. All good signs.
Got out and did a warm up lap to review the course and get loosened up. I was feeling pretty good about things. Rolling back into the parking lot I started to feel some rain drops but it was pretty light. I saw Bagel getting setup and said “Hi”. Then it started to pour. It was coming down in buckets. Time to rethink my game approach.
I didn’t have time to repin my numbers to my rain jacket, so I decided to go with the arm warmers and jersey. There was no way I was staying dry anyway so I don’t need the drag of the jacket that really wasn’t going to do anything.
Everyone was heading towards the start. There was an awning for the school and it was pretty comical because there were 30 or more of us huddled there on our bikes waiting. The 1/2/3 group was called up and while Ron was giving his normal safety lecture the rain picked up again. It looked like they were floating in a cloud of mist with the rain spray. It was ridiculously heavy. They went off.
The 3s got called next. Same routine. The rain trailed off a little but not a lot. They went. Then a couple of guys from the awning went to catch up. I guess staying dry for another couple of minutes was going to help
Now the 4s. It was cold and miserable. Ron was joking that we shouldn’t complain about being wet because he was even wetter. I do appreciate that he has a sense of humor.
Then we were off. It was a relatively light rain at this point but the roads were soaked. Everyone was tentative around the corners, so that was alright. Keep it reasonable, at least while we were neutral. The worst part was the rooster tails off the back of the wheel in front. I must have drank a ton of spray and dirt in the first couple of miles. Sight was getting a little sketchy as well.
We were neutral for about 2 miles until we got to the first turn. Once we were racing the pace really picked up. We were in the high 20s immediately. The spray got worse and I could see how it was going to go. After last week’s 44 mile ITT, I decided that if I wasn’t enjoying myself I wasn’t doing it. I pulled out of the pack and turned around.
By the time I got back to my car, packed up, got dry and changed the rain had let off. It was still soaking wet so it would have been miserable the entire race. I feel like a quitter, but figure that losing a $35 entry fee is better than an ER visit to handle roadrash or worse.
Next week is the tune up race in Oxford. Hopefully the weather is better.
You never know what you are going to get in April in southwest Ohio. I rode this race two years ago and it was over 90f with a strong wind from the West. This year’s running was in the 50s with a moderate wind from the East. It keeps it fresh in some ways.
I’ve been training since October for this race season. Last year was a tough one for me: I had knee surgery in November 2011 and lost most of the winter training time, plus I had just moved up to cat4. My results in the races I did were less than stellar but I was ready for it. My goal this year was to get more into my training and be ready for the season.
Getting to the course early to get a proper warm up in was important to me. I had breakfast with the family and got going. When I got there I drove the course to check on road conditions and it looked ok except for some areas where it was patched, and a couple of spots where it wasn’t. One corner was particularly bad because it was narrow and the inside track was really rough.
I met up with Chris, Tim and Chuck who were racing early. Saw them off and then started my pre-race prep. I had my meals planned out for the day so I wasn’t going to run out of steam. Had my snack while I was pinning my number on. There was a lot of thought that went into what I was wearing. The temperature range was hard to gauge because of the time of the race. If you were standing still it was pretty cold. It was about 10f cooler than when I’d be racing and I expected a change in temperature because it was the middle of the day. Do I risk being too warm or not warm enough. I opted for the windvest, and arm/knee warmers.
Got out on the course and did a lap to see if I missed anything on my drive recon. I ran into the aftermath of one wreck from the 5s (I think). One of the guys was pretty beatup but was ok. They already had the sweep car coming for them so I kept going. I made a mental note about the location to make sure to watch out for the group there.
I got back, switched my bottles and got ready to line up. It was fun to be back in a race environment. I got lined up and realized I still had my saddle bag on so I dropped that back at the car and got back to the group. I was a little further back but it wasn’t too bad. The field was 50. With 6 laps that wouldn’t be a limiting factor.
We got off and left the school and took the right turn onto the first straight away. Two years ago this was straight into a headwind. That was the hardest stretch of the course. This year it was really fast. Everyone was jockeying for position pretty early on. It seemed like everyone was going to force their way into a space that wasn’t nearly big enough for their bike. I’m thinking, hey if you want it that bad I’ll let you in but don’t hit my wheel in the process. We hit the first rise and the next corner which takes you into a wooded part of the course. The jockeying slowed down a little bit and I was hanging with the group.
There were two quick left then right turns and then a slight downhill straight stretch. We hit the end of the wooded stretch, turned right onto the long straight away that takes you over I71 the first time. This year it was straight into the wind. The group actually accelerated into it. At this point any gap caused a problem. I held for a little over a mile and three of us dropped off the back. The pack slowly pulled away and I knew I was in trouble when the motoref passed us. That was definitely a confidence blow.
Next thing I know I’m all alone out on the course. The other two guys stopped and turned around to go back; which I thought was odd since it was the same distance or less back to the start going forward. As normal, the race turned into an individual TT for me. I considered stopping after the first lap but remembered what I have been telling my kids about there activities. “Its not important whether you win or you lose. The important part is trying as hard as you can and giving your best.” I was seriously reconsidering that advice for the next 2 hours while I rode solo and got passed by the mens 1/2/3, mens 3, womens 1/2/3, mens 4 (my field) and the mens 1/2/3 again. But you need to practice what you preach and I’m stubborn enough to do it.
In previous years, I would run into guys that had dropped off the pack and could start working with someone. That never happened. When the results were published I found out why. Of the 50 starting racers, 37 finished and 13 dropped out. I finished 37th. I was a lap behind the pack finish.
Frankly, this was my disappointing race ever. My finishes my first year were generally in the middle third. My finishes the second year were bad but never last, and I could rationalize it because I hadn’t been working hard because of injury. This year I was doing my training “right” as possible given the work and family commitments and my first race was my worst ever, by a lot.
One thing that I really prefer about riding on the trainer in my basement is the ability to listen to music or podcasts. I use the time to get in saddle time and get to the podcasts that I wouldn’t normally have time for. It started as a way to pass the really boring time in the basement and it has become a really nice way to combine things.
I looked into if it was safe to wear headphones while riding on the road. The general consensus, and my personal feeling, is that it isn’t safe because it hinders your ability to hear the dangers around you. There were some interesting ideas like the single earbud, but that didn’t seem to address the problem completely. Last year I heard about a technology trickle down from the military, bone conducting headphones. But they were really expensive. This year there was a significant price drop so I decided to try them.
A bit about the technology, instead of fitting over your ears or in your ear canal, bone conducting headphones rest on the bone near your ear. The sound is transmitted either through your jaw or cheek bones to your inner ear. The advantage is your ears are completely open to external sounds and the sound from your music, etc, is like it is coming from inside your head. It sounds weird but its pretty cool.
My training lately is really early mornings with little traffic. I decided to try it out on one of my morning rides and it changed everything about how I view solo training rides. I was really impressed with my ability to hear my surroundings and the music. Having a little up-tempo music made it a whole lot easier to work on high cadence riding and the miles just went by. When there was traffic or other audible dangers I am able to hear them no problem.
You can turn up the sound to the point where you are drowning out the external sounds, but that’s really not the purpose of them. A moderate volume is plenty to give you ambiance and allow for safety. I’ve tried them in heavier traffic and I haven’t seen any problems with hearing what’s going on around me.
The phones I tried are Aftershokz. They are reasonably priced compared to the $150+ I was seeing last year for similar technology. The sound quality is good. Not a ton of bass, but pretty decent. When you really get going the sound will get drowned out by wind noise, but I can live with that. They also are formed in such a way that they don’t get in the way of your glasses; a real plus because I am blind without mine.
If you’re looking for something to make solo rides more enjoyable, I’d give these a shot. You need to make your own choice about safety concerns.
After Friday’s fiasco of a race, I needed to take the bike in to make sure that there wasn’t a safety issue. The guys at Oakley did a quick once over and said it looked good but would need a tune up. No immediate safety concerns.
I wasn’t going to count on the weather getting cooler like the night before, that would be too lucky. Worked on getting the core cool in a swimming pool with the kids for a couple of hours and then got home to prep. Ate the normal prerace lunch of easily digestible foods and got the Davis Slushie together. Was feeling pretty good.
Got to registration at 3:15 and pinned on my number. Susan and Mike had staked out a great spot on the course for the team tent and road side seating. We started to warm up a little, just an easy spin. I wasn’t going to make last year’s mistake and take too long warming up so I was tired starting. I was feeling pretty good. Watched the kids race and then the 5s. We staged up and it was hot. Big Dave did our call ups and we had great position (Thanks, Susan). I love seeing the supportive team and family sitting on the side lines when we roll up.
Things started out. I thought last year was fast, and this year was faster. I wasn’t on the front again this year so I was feeling a little better. We hit the hill and I wasn’t steadily losing position so that was ok. Unfortunately, I was a little further back than I wanted. Friday’s tentative mental state definitely carried over. Coming down Monteith on the first lap I was behind one of the juniors and he was taking one line, a bunch of other guys were taking another line and I chose poorly. I was almost involved in what could have been a pretty nasty crash. Lost some momentum and got back into in on the Erie straight away. Every lap I was losing ground because I couldn’t grab a wheel.
I didn’t make it as long as I did last year but over all I felt better. It was hot but not as outrageous as I would have thought. They were pretty aggressive about pulling riders. I wasn’t the first pulled and was ok with how I finished given how this season has gone.
I looked at my data and compared with last year. Last year my fastest lap on the course was around 26.5mph. This year it was 28.5mph. Not bad for an improvement. Not enough to hang, but not bad.
This may be my last “race” for the year. I’m sure I’m going to do a couple of fun, charity things but I’m not sure if I’m going to race again in 2012.
So, this is the weekend that I waited for all year. And mother nature and work decided to frak with me. So first, my training was interrupted by a 10 day trip to India, then I was knocked on my ass with a summer cold for over a week, and to top it all off the weather has been outrageously hot. Now that the complaining is over, lets get to the race report.
I took a half day from work. Had it planned for months. Got home and prepped myself. The race started at 5:00. I got registered at 3:00 and tried the sports drink slushie that Davis suggested. It was actually pretty good and felt awesome when standing at my car in the 100f heat. The course was due to open at 4:00 for warmups and the 5s raced at 4:30. During the warm up I was feeling pretty good. Ali, Davis, Doug, Jeremy, Trevor and Shawn were all there.
The 5s got off and several of our guys were looking pretty good. 2 laps to go the weather got awful. The clouds rolled in, which was nice, and then the wind kicked up. It was blowing the sawhorses, cones and barriers all over the course. The officials tent blew over and took the camera with it and then Jeffery jumped in to make sure the finish line didn’t go over as well. Their race got called early because of conditions.
Then the skies opened up and it poured. They told us to take cover in the basement of the municipal building but we ended up under the cover of the Fifth-Third drive through. We hung out for over an hour while waiting for things to clear up. Over that hour we got a ton of rain, the power went out and the temperature dropped 30 degrees. It felt awesome for racing. We got word that it was clear enough that they were going to target a 6:30 start. At this point it was 6:15 and they said we could get on the course.
We started warming back up and it was wet and slick. On my second warm up lap I was going into the corner from Miami onto Laurel and a guy went down. I quickly followed. He hit a slick utility cover and I hit something slick on the pavement. Sucked wrecking before things even started. Got up, brushed myself off and assessed damage to myself and the bike. I was fine, the bike was a bit askew. The bars and stem swiveled on the fork about 20-30degrees. Bagel helped me straighten it out and I went back to warming up.
The wreck didn’t help my mental state. We lined up and started going. I was tentative into all of the corners and ended up falling way back. Every lap there was at least one rider down in the same corner I wiped out in earlier. Bagel grabbed a broom and worked the corner the entire race to try to clean it up. Honestly, I think it was too dangerous to race. I saw riders pulling themselves out and I hung on long enough to get pulled. Figured I could improve my position through pack attrition. Wasn’t really worth it since only those that finished or got pulled got results due to the number of people dropping or leaving before stopping.
Overall, not a great start to the weekend.
So, I haven’t been writing much. I’ve spent most of the spring following my three early season races working on fixing the deficiencies that became all too obvious to me and anyone that reads my race reports.
The problem that I’ve been running into is life is getting in the way of training. Having four children, a demanding job and a lot of work related travel is making it tough to have a training schedule that I can maintain. As I write this I am sitting on a plane that is taking me to the other side of the world.
The plan was for me to get up early in the morning and workout. This sounds like a great idea but execution has been hard because I’ve been getting up too late to workout, or it’s been raining so my motivation to go out is lacking (ignoring the safety concerns) and the past week has been my annual hell week for allergies, so I’ve been skipping a lot of early workouts.
I think the other factor sapping my motivation is my horrendous showing in the spring series. Last year I was generally in the middle of the pack; this year I’m fighting to not be last. The great weather over the winter raised everyone’s game. Too bad this was the year that I lost three months because I was stupid and hurt myself.
I’ve already decided that after Hyde Park and Maderia the rest of the year is going to be riding for fun and prepping for a great 2013 season. Now, if I can only make sure that I don’t embarrass myself at those races…
So, leading up to the race everyone knew that the hill was going to be a deciding factor. I’ve been working on my climbing this year, but I know that I’m not a strong climber. I can get up the hills and I’m getting faster but race speed is a different matter. I went into the race knowing this and planned on treating it largely as a training ride.
The turn out from 7 Hills was great. There were 7 of us in the 4/5 group, I think 4 in the 3/4, 1 in the 1/2/3 and 2 in the 5s. Its always good to see your teammates at a race and it works out better when everyone stays upright and/or finishes well.
I chatted with a couple of the new team members, did a little recon on the course and got ready for the race. The weather was making it difficult to decide how to dress. Because it was threatening to rain and was in the low 50s when we started I decided to go with the arm and leg warmers. Tired, wet and cold sucks.
We lined up and I think there was a wreck coming out of the parking lot… at least thats what it sounded like with the crunching noise. That did not bode well for the day, but heck if it puts more people behind me and no one is hurt, I’ll take any advantage
Big Dave decided to be evil this week and we came out of the neutral start immediately into the first ascent. Warming up before hand was really important because hitting the hill cold would have been awful. I wasn’t doing awful on the climb. I could see the group stringing out pretty bad but I wasn’t the slowest up the hill by any stretch, but I was clearly back in the pack. The hill went on forever…. I thought it would never end. We hit the top of the hill it flattened out and it was almost immediately into the descent. And to top it off it started raining; I was glad I was dressed warmly.
The descent was fast and into the wind. Winding roads that are slightly slick meant needing to watch the speed. The 3/4 group had a huge wreck on the descent on the second lap. When I hit the bottom of the hill the first time it was time to find a group to work with. I grabbed the wheel of a bunch of the team dayton guys but they were moving faster than I could manage. I fell off and went into time trial mode, which seems appropriate since it was a TT course. At this point my only goal was to not get lapped by my field. I knew that I could maintain a pretty decent pace so I found a pace I was comfortable with.
The second time up the hill wasn’t bad and I was now playing leapfrog with a guy in Minnesota kit. He didn’t seem to want to work with me, and it looked like I was a stronger climber so I got ahead and went. We needed to slow on the descent because of the aforementioned wreck. Its never good when the moto-ref is telling you to slow and the next thing you see is ambulances (plural), police cars and a fire truck. Tons of riders on the side of the road.
I hit the bottom and went back to TT mode. By this point the 5s had caught and passed us. Then the stragglers were coming by. Who do I see in their midst? The guy in the Minnesota kit. What pissed me off was we aren’t allowed to mix fields and this guy was pacelining with the 5s. WTF?!? I’m out here working by myself obeying the rules and this douche is cheating for like 60th place. I mentioned to him that the refs could DQ him for that and he shrugged. Oh, well.
Around this time it was sunny and getting warm. The arm warmers and leggings were too much. The only thing I could do was strip off the arm warmers. I’m glad that I’ve practiced that. I’ve found the trick is to use your teeth so you can keep one hand on the bars. The rain and sweat made them a little grabby but not a big deal.
Midway through lap 3 Jenny (Bishop’s) blew past me right after the descent. It was like 4 miles later before the rest of the women’s field came past. It wasn’t even close with her race. I don’t think they realized that she was that far off the front based on the brief chat we had when they went by.
Lap 4 sucked. The hill was just painful the last time. About half way up I saw the Minnesota guy. He was alone and knew that he didn’t have the 5s to help him. That was all the motivation I needed. I gained on him the whole way up the climb. I gained ground on the descent and when he slowed at the bottom, I blew past him, hit the turn onto the TT course and kicked into gear. I knew that we had no more climbing so at that point it was whatever pace I could manage. It turned out to be my 2nd fastest lap.
Met my goals for the day: didn’t get lapped by my own field and didn’t finish last. It was also a good day because the team finished without an accident. It doesn’t get much better than that.