Race Report, Uncategorized

Before I knew it… it’s gonna be (no wait, it IS) Mayyyy

So where exactly has 2019 gone?  I guess it is true – time just keeps speeding up faster and faster the older you get.  I’m already six races into my 2019 season, and haven’t written about a single one!

I kicked off 2019 with the Old Man Winter Bike Rally in February.  I had planned on doing the 100km long course, but end of January my whole pre-season was derailed by a crazy sinus and respiratory infection.  I played it safe, and bumped down to the 50km course.  I was off the bike for a considerable amount of time, so really didn’t know what to expect.  Unlike when I did Old Man in 2017, this year was cold (mid 20s) and sloppy.  I was riding in a podium position for about half the race, but then bonked.  My bottles froze, which is the downfall to running a purely liquid form of nutrition, so I also didn’t take in any calories.  I would end up 7th place out of 97 women in 1 hour 50 minutes, which I find to be crazy impressive considering I was still on antibiotics and feeling like I was functioning with half a lung.

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Woohoo for surviving Old Man Winter!!

Then came a lapse in mental judgement, when I decided I would race some criteriums in March.  Yes, criterium as in crit, as in those things I swear I will not race because they’re the most dangerous things ever.  I dunno, I’m just as confused as you are.

March 23rd was the Louisville Crit, which seemed to have an okay course.  I parked by my pro roadie friend Mel, and we rode to registration together.  Cat 3 women would start with the P12’s, which is just silly if you ask me.  I almost missed the start because I was too busy not preparing to race my bike.  I was dropped in the first ten seconds of the race, so I began my 50 minutes of solo TT effort.  About halfway through I started yelling at the Square1 folks and photographers about wanting a beer hand up, and behold, on the next lap, Barry was on course with a beer in his outstretched hand!!!  I may have finished DFL in this race, but I won in fun had because I GOT A BEER HANDUP IN A CRIT!  That is all.  Also, don’t attempt to sprint against Ashley Zoener.  Even my 800 watts was child’s play.  Lesson learned.

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At least Brent Murphy Photography got a photo of me appearing to be speedy at the Louisville Crit

Riding my beer handup high, I entered the Oredigger CSP Crit the following weekend.  This race really isn’t very crit-y, and takes place on the Colorado Highway Patrol training track.  So needless to say, all I did was wish I was ripping around it in a car.  This time I hung with the Cat3/4/5 group for about two or so laps before I was dropped and began my solo TT for 22nd place, which was not last, for the record.  Hey, I get the most of my entry fee!

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First lap of the Oredigger CSP Crit (Photo – Brent Murphy Photography)
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Once again, Brent Murphy Photography made the race worth it with a crazy amazing photo!

Because I pretty much stopped formally training at the end of January when I got sick, my fitness was being very slow to coming around, and I was beginning a crazy intense block of travel for work.  Boulder Roubaix was wayyyyy faster than the previous time I had raced it in cat 3, mostly thanks to young juniors who apparently can just sprint for hours on end.  The gravel was fairly sketchy this year, and there were flats galore and crashes.  I hung on for about half a lap before being dropped.  I was in last place for awhile, but finally caught the girl in front of me and was able to distance myself from her.  I stopped briefly to check on Heather who had flatted and was walking it out.  In the end, I’d get 11th place.  Not last.  I got some tan lines.

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I’m smiling a lot more in race photos this year. Boulder Roubaix. (Photo – Shawn Curry)
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Must. Climb. Steep. Hill. Boulder Roubaix. (Photo – Shawn Curry)

Finally it was time to end the road racing nonsense with the CSU Cobb Lake Road Race in mid-April.  Pulling in for my volunteer shift, I was pretty set on not starting the race.  Less than an hour before the start, I pulled my bib numbers and walked to my car and got ready.  I am so happy that I decided to start!  I actually like this circuit course, and every time I race it I end up just riding solo most of the time, and I don’t mind it.  Strangely enough, two laps in I was still in the front pack, which included Jennifer Valente (a Google search tells me she’s an Olympic medalist… so you know, not slow at all).  Third lap of the six lap race I was dropped on the climb.  That’s probably the hardest thing for me as I struggle with weight and regaining form is not being able to climb like I use to, so my ego cried a bit.  I put in the work to try to catch the group, aided by Dejan, who was moto-reffing for the day, cheering me on during a crazy sprint effort when I recontacted the group… to have them all take off sprinting.  Yeah, I don’t get road race tactics.  Oh well, onward I continued.  I was lapped by a finishing men’s category at the end of my 5th lap, and there were a few seconds of confusion while the officials debated if I had another lap to do or not.  I didn’t want a DNF, so out on the sixth lap I went.  Whew.  Long race… I was last among the finishers, but there were three DNF’s.  I am happy I wasn’t a DNS, as DFL is better than a DNS!

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CSU Cobb Lake Road Race, gravel section. The best condition it’s been in that I can remember. (Photo – Ryan Korzyniowski)
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Pedaling. Up. Another. Hill. Ugh. (Photo – Ryan Korzyniowski)

And then I started a crazy two weeks which included travel to Las Vegas, then straight to Florida, then back for barely 48 hours before heading to England and then onto Finland. No bikes, and sea level.  Great combo heading into mountain bike race season!

The UW Cycling Team decided to host a race on the brand new trail system east of Laramie called the Schoolyard Scramble on May 4th, and I figured it was a lot better than getting my butt handed to me down in Castle Rock at Ridgeline Rampage.  I get my bike off the car, and go to warm up, and immediately hear a loud, “liquid squishing” sound coming from my rear shock.  I let Alan, John, and finally Dewey from the Pedal House listen to it, who confirmed it was blown, but “still okay to race on.”  Greattttt.  I silently thanked my lucky stars I never sold my other Epic (aka “the old race bike”) so I would have something to race the Growler on in a few weeks, and took to the starting line.

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I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous at the starting line of the Schoolyard Scramble.  My rear shock was so nervous it was peeing itself.  

Schoolyard Scramble had the weirdest XC race start ever… where we just soft pedaled.  I eyed Isabell, watching to see if she’d jump, but nothing.  Finally with the single track appearing, I jumped in front, and pushed the pace, and she stuck on my back wheel and we dropped Melanie and the rest of the field.  It was all going well until on a fast downhill I followed the guy in front of me off course, which allowed Isabel to jump into the lead.  Dammit!  So I took to just keeping my pace steady, staying upright, and not listening to the liquid squishing sound.  I noticed my handling skills were quite rusty, and I wanted to over steer on every corner.  Eek.  However, I kinda felt like a bit of my old XC racer self, which was a relief!  I’d finish second, a little under a minute back from Isabel, and about a minute over Melanie.  And the best part is I got a UW cycling team kit as my prize!!  Woohoo!

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With my mountain bike race season started, I feel a new renewed interest in mountain bike racing.  I know deep down I am shifting towards cyclocross being my primary discipline, but I think having last year off from an intense mountain bike season has rekindled my fire a bit.  Though my season is really a 180-degree difference than the one I had planned, I still want to race a lot and just enjoy the fact I can race a bike.  So needless to say, I’ve filled every weekend through June 8th with mountain bike races, including a USAC nationals qualifier (Battle the Bear), just so I’m qualified just in case I decide to race nationals for the experience.

Here we go…

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