Well, I've been putting in the miles, and working hard. I don't get to race much because of my location. Looks like about 2 events per year is what I'm on pace for... It was a 24 mile race, 1240 feet of climbing, and a brutal (at least to me) 11%+ grade climb right off the bat. Top that off with winds on the return leg that could blow you off the bike (took my rear disk wheel off before the start of the race and was glad I did). You were lucky to hit 20 going down a hill into the wind. I hate wind.
4th overall.
Total Time: 1:17.5
Pace: 3:13 miles
Turns out some cat-3 college rider ended up here hooked up with last years winner, and that was the end of me. :o They finished with 1:09.2. Frankly, I felt pretty good about my solo effort against these more serious riders working together. The guy just in front of me was ahead of me maybe 1000 feet the whole race. I tried to catch him hoping we could work together, but just didn't have anything to spare. Was hoping he'd slow a bit, but that didn't work out for me either. He held with the 2 fast guys for a while, got dropped, and there he was in front of me.
Got a miserable start didn't get my clip caught, fumbled with it for nearly 10 seconds.... Nerves I suppose. Caught up and was within 50 feet of the front when we hit the climb. I'd done the climb before and knew how fast I could ride it, survive it, and still have some gas for the rest. I still hit 94% of my maxHR on the climb, a shade higher than I wanted, but I felt good. We get to the top, I'm happy with the climb, but now realize that I should have given maybe 1% more on the climb and I'd have had somebody to work with for the rest of the race. We round the corner and I see the three of them riding off, me alone.... <insert sad violin music here>. Live and learn.
I really thought that being careful not to explode on the first big climb would be an advantage for the rest of the race. I should have hit it as hard as possible, and hoped to have somebody to share the work with. Maybe 15 seconds on that climb and I'd have been at the back of that break.
I talked to the 2nd place guy and he was explaining how they just decided to test the 3rd place guy, and punish him for a while with some all out effort, that's how he got dropped. Even if I had been at the back, we'd likely have gotten dropped, but at least I'd have somebody to split some work with.
Summary:
No regrets. Was the hardest I'd ridden continuosly, ever. I suffered, and was pretty dang happy with the result, given the riders involved. I felt I had the necessary energy, my legs held, and it would appear that I ate correctly before the event.
Food information:
Night before, spaghetti dinner, 12 ounces and a major piece of garlic cheese bread. Polished off about 1/3 a box of ice cream for desert. Watched my vitamins and minerals all week. Especially watched, Potassium, calcium, sodium, magnesium.
Race was at 9:30am. 7:15am, had a 500 calorie muffin, and washed it down with Cytomax over the course of the next 1/2 hour. 9am, had a gel. 9:15 ate 1/2 a power bar. 9:30 race start, consumed two large bottles of Cytomax over the course of the race. Didn't eat anything on the ride, to busy breathing hard... 🙂 Finished the race, had another bottle, finished the powerbar.
Post race Glutony... (I earned it, and enjoyed it let me tell ya!!!.) :eek:
Had a hamburger a hotdog and 2 brownies at the post race picnic. About an hour later we hooked up with some picknicking friends at a family reunion (which we crashed) and where I promptly ate a large piece of frosted carrot cake, some big piece of crazy looking rocky road style chocolate cake, and then a big rice crispy bar. Go back over to our camp, and I finish off an ENTIRE large can of pringles and a bag of beef jerkey. My daughter and I head back to town and decide to get some ice cream around 4:30pm. We stop at the Dairy Queen. I have a small cookie dough blizzard (it was Heaven, haven't had one in like 6 months), and I polished off hers when she was done, essentially giving me 2 Blizzards. One hour later, we go have Pizza. Frankly, I'm stuffed. I deserved it, ALL OF IT... heheh. 😄
Tomorrow, back to eating normal and healthy.
On another positive note. I ended up mountain biking around this campground we were at with my daughter most of the afternoon (brought the knobby tire bikes too). Spent about 3-4 hours riding around, piddling. I enjoyed that a lot. I don't spend enough time, simply riding for pleasure, or just "hanging out" with my daughter. Was a great day. 🙂