Knicker Knob Schooling Show

I didn't write about it right away due to being extremely busy with school and the horse (taking a break from the bike!), but on October 3rd, the barn where I board my horse had a schooling show. Mac is still fairly thin and gets tired really easily, so I entered him in 3 classes: W/T/C Pleasure, Equitation, and the Trail Trials class. Mac got 3rd in his pleasure and equitation classes, so we went into the championship class, which he took a 2nd and a 3rd. Overall, he got two 2nd places and two 3rd places.

The trail trial. I haven't done one in 8 years! Mac is a pro, so all of the mistakes (such as not stopping at the bridge) were mine. He was a complete champ! I need to work on my "L" back ups and whatnot. Mac was dead tired by the time the trail trial class started, so I don't blame him for being cranky at my mistakes.

Overall, the show was a LOT of fun, and I'm so glad to be back at the barn and spending more time with my horse!

TBF Duathlon (and a Henleyville Road Race Correction)

First, the Henleyville Road Race correction: I apparently crossed the finish line in 7th place. Hey, not bad!

Now to the September 26 duathlon!

Goal: Finish.

This was my first duathlon! The race was a 2-mile run, 13-mile road bike ride, and a 5-mile run. The 2-mile run was nice an easy, a good warm up. I wasn't in the front, mostly because I hadn't run a month and a half prior to this race (I know, smart). Got done with the first leg and into the transition area. I felt good, considering I hadn't really run much.

I got on the bike and started the course. It was a good one, hillier and windier than I expected. I was able to pass a lot of people from my group on the bike leg, which you'd hope so otherwise. The only issues were that it was windy and the road had debris in it... add a bunch of triathletes (c'mon, guys. We all know that most triathletes have NO bike-handling skills) and it could be a huge disaster. Well, it wasn't, from what I saw. A few people kept in communication (on your left, gonna pass, etc), most didn't. And for the most part, riders kept on their side of the road. No accidents! I kept my legs at a high cadence so I didn't tire them out for the third leg.

To the transition area and the 5-mile run! My legs were feeing it but that's what's supposed to happen, right? Anyway, I started my run and started out easy. Got into a good rhythm and got going. This part of the race was HILLY. Down, up, down. Really steep down where I plainly said, "They want to kill us!" We went all the way to the levees, then started running back UP to the water tower. Guess who walked part of that? Most runners, hah! We ran on the beach, we ran up to the tower, and then down... which again, most people thought it was TBF trying to murder us. But after the downhill part that followed the water tower, we had a flat area, and then to the 4-mile marker. A bunch of people cramping, some walking, some looking like they were too hot (welcome to autumn at 97 degrees!), and other just looked like they were in absolute pain. Some had fallen on the downhill, all us were dirty from trail running. I was making jokes.

I was feeling it. Two old injuries flared up. At the 4-mile marker, I was wondering, "Why in the hell am I hurting so much?" Then it hit me. I grabbed the wrong shoes. How could I do that, you ask? I grabbed the correct shoes as in for running, but I grabbed my new, unbroken in pair. I have run maybe a mile in them to try them out. Yeah, it was a total face-palm moment for me.

To the finish line and I was happy to see it. I finished the race is 2 hours and 16 minutes. I saw Randy, who gave me a hug and kiss even though I was really dirty and soaked (all sweaty!). I grabbed some water, sat on the grass, took my shoes off, poured some water on my feet, and relaxed.

We didn't stick around much. Hell, it was a free race for me (I volunteered in a previous race so I used my volunteer voucher for this race) and I didn't think I had a chance of an award at all. I got my bike and since I saw Randy's parents waiting in the truck, I took that as a "let's go" so we left. We went to The Habit, where I had a yummy burger, went back home, I showered, hung out with Randy's parents, and when they left, I apparently passed out.

The next morning, I checked to see my results. I apparently got first place in my age group! Sweet! But damn! My first podium finish and I wasn't there for the award. Oh well, that just means I have to do it again next time. I e-mailed TBF and they said that I just gotta send in $10 for postage and whatnot and they'll send me my award. Woo!!!

Results:

1st out of 3 in my age group.

6th out of 17 women.

25th out of 42 racers overall.

What I learned:

- I can run. Not as well as I used to before my accident (good-bye 6:30-min mile!), but I'm getting better.

- Don't forget the BROKEN IN SHOES for a race and grab the wrong ones!

- I can push myself so much more than I give myself credit for.

- Having fun always brings the best results.

So, this race marks the end of my season. My first race next year is going to be the TBF Duathlon on January 8th, so I'm looking forward to it! Now I just have to reflect on this season.. so, until next time!

Henleyville Road Race

It was an early morning for me (4AM early). In fact, it was early enough that even my kitten got pissed at me for waking her up (she, for once, was actually SLEEPING with me). Randy and I got ready for the ride to Corning, CA. Where is Corning, you ask? Well, it's in bum-fuck Egypt, close to Red Bluff. Corning consists of almond trees, olive ranches, and cow shit. We got poured on on the way to the race, so I thought that it was going to be a wet race.

We got there earlier than I thought. I got my number, and started to slowly get ready. I socialized (I know, I know) with teammates and got on the trainer for half an hour or so. Got completely ready and went to the start. Met up with Pam and started.

The course is flat. No technical spots, really. There's one "hill" that isn't steep nor long. It was windy as hell and but we didn't get any rain, just some mist. I recognized a lot of the ladies in my group, which consisted of 14. It was humid, but I still decided to wear arm warmers, which turned out to be a good move since I'd get cold after getting hot (no, I'm not menopausal!) , but I was still sweating like a mofo... I blame the humidity.

The first lap was nice and slow. A few surges but nothing too bad. The pace picked up on the second lap. When we got to the hill, some of the group fell behind. I kept up with the lead group. On the third lap, I was hanging on. Barely, but I hung on. We got to the hill and a Metromint girl and I fell back. On a flat part, I told her, "Get on," and she jumped on my wheel. We took turns working to catch the group, and we nearly caught them but then the small downhill came, and after that, the wind got us. A few times we were close to catching them, but after a few miles, they disappeared. Metromint and I worked together to get to the finish. We chatted while we got to the finish line and she then said, "This is your second road race ever? Shit! I've been racing all season!"

We got to the finish. There were only places up to 6th, but I was the 8th person to finish. Not bad, considering I was able to hang with the machines-for-ladies for a good chunk of the course! I was pretty proud of myself. I stopped to congratulate our winner, and she said, "With a few more races under you, you'll be great! You're a really, really strong rider, you just did too much work. You'll get it!" I've raced with this gal in Winters, Cyclebration, and Henleyville... basically, ALL of my races, and I know she's a strong ride. It was truly flattering to hear those words!

One of the biggest things I learned on this race is to make friends. The first lap is most likely NOT going to determine who the winner is. If someone wants to get into the group, let them come in. It's not going to hurt you, kill you, or make you lose. And look, because I made some friends, I was able to work with a gal I've NEVER met before to get to the finish line with less suffering. There was a lot, but it helps to have someone work with you.

This was a great race. Extremely windy, but it was fun. I definitely found out that I can push myself even harder. It always sucks being left behind, but dammit! I hardly have ANY experience. This is helping me, though. I know a few thing I have to work on and I know that I'll be able to be more competitive next year. I'll admit, this race has me SORE, mostly because I pushed myself harder than I knew I could.

What a freakin' awesome race!

Cyclebration 2010

Friday: TT

Goals: Set PR.

I discovered that day that I was able to go to class AND race the TT. At first I thought that I would have to skip school (ahem) to get to the TT on time. Nope! So, I got to fry my brain AND my body in one day!

My start time was 5:18:30. I got there, got my packet, socialized (a lot), and went back to the car, changed, and got my bike ready. As I was looking around, pretty much everyone and their mother had a TT bike, aero-helmet, booties... they were decked out. I had my clip on aero-bars :) Either way, I was still intimidated a bit because, holy crap, everyone has awesome gear/stuff/know how to actually TT.

I warned up enough and headed to the start. I got there with 3 minutes to my start, went up, and away I went. The conditions were pretty much perfect. The wind wasn't strong (which is rare for that canal), and it wasn't hot. It was an ideal TT day!

My speed was good going out, turned around it was the same coming back. Only two ladies passed me (all decked out!) who had a LOT of experience. I got to the finish, saw my time, and knew I set a PR! Average speed of about 22mph, which is the fastest I've gone on that TT and a time of 30:02 minutes on an 11-mile course. Of course, it took a LONG time (close to 2 hours) to get our times because there was an issue with the Pro men and a protest, but we eventually got our times. Some of us were getting cranky, but oh well.

Overall, I think my preparation for this was pretty good. Going out and TT'ing and doing some long,

high-intensity riding on the trails. I know I can definitely improve for next season and I think I got some good ideas!

Placing: 12 out of 22 women. Not bad for my first official TT ever!

Goal achieved!

Saturday: Criterium

Goals: Finish with the main group. Do not crash.

This was nerve wracking at first. The crit is the race that I have been stressing over because I've never ridden in a pack in a race. This was my first crit, so I was excited and nervous. I met up with Karen and Andrea, who also raced in the CAT-4 women, and warmed up on the trainers. John, Randy, Mike, and other teammates were there.

We went to the line up and found out that we had a mentor. Awesome! The ref was going over laps and points, which I didn't understand (until Randy explained AFTER the race). We went on a neutral lap, stopped, and then started the race. Oh man... THAT was what I was looking forward to.

I was near the back during the beginning of the race. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, so I just chilled (hah!) and scoped out what was going on. The more I was into the race, the better I felt. So, I moved up a bit. The gals would sprint and attack, then recover, sprint, recover. I kept up. Seeing Karen and Andrea there helped a LOT! Seeing familiar and friendly faces helped calm down the nerves.

Before I knew it, we had 3 laps to go on our 40-minute race. On the second to

last lap, I got boxed in. In the corner, I was able to get out and attack with the lead group. I heard John yell, "MOVE UP!!!" The girls took off and I drafted one girl to the finish and was about half a wheel from getting ahead of her (later discovered that she was a state champ). I didn't shift on the sprint, which I tend to do (a tip from Joan on our last practice) and it paid off, I think! My HR was 197 bmp on that sprint, which I think was from nerves, excitement, and the fact that I actually SPRINTED and was able to hold it (I've NEVER been a good sprinter).

Took a recovery lap (hurr my heart was coming out of my throat!), talked to some of the women, found out I met and chatted with the winner at the Winters Road Race, chatted with Karen, and went to our mentor meeting. She didn't have anything negative to say! Really, this group was fantastic, and it was great to have such an awesome group who knew how to corner and communicated a lot. From what I hear, it's rare for CAT-4 women to be that good at bike-handling and communication. I think that this was a fantastic first crit for me!

Socialized some (because I totally don't know how to do that), watched some of the guys represent Team Revs in their race, talked to Heather, and then headed to Randy's short track race (but first we got some Starbucks).

What I thought of my preparation for this? I think it was great! John and Joan helped us so much to prepare for a crit and I can't thank them enough. I'm so glad I went to practices and asked a lot of questions (some really dumb ones at times, but hey, I need to learn, haha!). So glad to have such awesome teammates who are willing to help us!

Placing: 8th out of 19 women.

Goal more than achieved!

Sunday: Circuit Race

Goal: No crashing, make turns, finish with pack.

Okay, I was REALLY nervous for this one. On this course, you go over two bridges in Folsom: Rainbow Bridge and the American River Bridge. Everyone has been telling me how fun and awesome this course is. The catch? Two hairpin turns... we all know how good of a turned I am.

No.

I took two warmup laps with Mike and Karen (Karen and I were the two Team Revs women racing it). After going through the turns, I felt okay and more nervous. On the corner to Rainbow Bridge, a lot of water had spilled. Ugh.

We started late, but that's okay.. it kept my "nervous energy" up (aka HOLYSHITI'MGOINGTODIE!). 19 women in our group. Whistle blew. First hairpin, a Metromint girl crashed, but jumped

right back on her bike and caught us. Down to the first bridge. Slowish lap. We were feeling everything out. Most of the women in this group were in the crit, so it was a good group, except they were a bit shadier in the hairpins. I got caught on the inside of the hairpin once and lost way too much momentum, but was able to keep it up and catch the pack.

On one of the laps (3rd to last, I believe), the pack suddenly slammed on the brakes for some reason, at the moment I was going 26 mph, and I locked up my brakes. That was the biggest, "Oh shit I'm going to die and go down and I'm taking two girls down with me!" After a lot of skidding and a LOT of fishtailing, I was able to keep my bike up and continue with the race.

Second to last lap, feeling it. The speed went up. I kept up though.

Last lap, the pace REALLY went up. I was able to keep up, got caught in a corner, and lost a bit of the pack, but kept up for the most part. Lost a little in the corner since a girl cut me off, but the Metromint girl who crashed told me to get on her wheel and she pulled me up. How awesome is that? Caught up with another lady, and got her on the sprint after the last hairpin turn.

Average Speed: 20 mph.

Max Speed: 32 mph.

Place: 13th out of 19.

HR: 190 - 195 on average.

Goal achieved!

After the circuit, I hung out with my teammates while waiting for results. Socialized (see a trend here?) and saw our CAT-5 teammates race, and they kicked ass and took names! Those guys were punishing the group!

Then I was told that I should "be careful with [my] back tire." Eh? Oh.. when I locked up my brake, I put a hole in my tire. Sweet! Battle wound on my bike from my first circuit! Not so sweet that I have to replace it, but oh well! I know... I have an oddly positive way of looking at things. I'm like this with almost everything ;)

Got my results. Omnium placing? 8th place. Not too shabby for my first omnium ever!

Things I learned:

- I can ride in a pack.

- My bike handling skills are better than I give myself credit for.

- I can ride at higher speeds for longer than I thought.

- I can push myself to limits I didn't even know I had!

- I'm going, no AM, addicted to this, and I want more more more!!

This weekend was AMAZING. I can't believe how much fun it was and how much I learned. Having a team there, cheering, riding with me, and giving pointers and helping out was the best thing a rookie like me could ask for. I know I joined the right team.

Here's to another race down. Henleyville, here I come!!

Labor Day Weekend

One of our good friends, Dave, extended the invite to his annual Labor Day Weekend party/camp-out/bike riding awesomeness in Calpine, CA. Randy and I left on Friday night and didn't get there until 12:30 AM. I woke up on Saturday at 7AM and went into the house around 7:30, talked to Dave and everyone who was there. I met some new people (Toni, Steve, and Jason ["Jay," Dave's son]) and said hello to Kathie (Dave's wife). Randy came in after me since I let him sleep in. Ron, Randy's dad, got there around 9AM, and we all got ready to go on a mountain bike ride... with single track. Have I ever done any single track? Nope! But I wanted to ride anyway.

Other riders came by, Janice and Jay. Toni took

pictures of us, where I'm smiling because I have no idea what ride I have ahead of me. We headed out, a total of 8 riders, on a track that Dave is bu

ilding, which was fun. The climbing has never bothered me, it's the technical stuff that does. I guess it's normal for a rodie (hah!). Out of the 8 riders, I was the least experienced rider, with a dozen mountain bike rides under my belt, which have all be done on the easy Granite Bay trails. The second least experienced? Randy, and he's been riding/racing mountain bikes for 21 years. Yeah... I know.

More climbing, some single track. I was feeling pretty good. I was actually able to go over some stuff thatwould have terrified me in the past! The warm up was nice, the ride wasn't being hammered, and I was enjoying the views and the company. The trails are really nice. The loose spots would sometimes throw me off, but it wasn't bad. We'd stop at certain spots and re-group. I found myself doing better on the climbing than going downhill on the single track. Like I said, the climbing doesn't bother me. The downhill single track though, not as bad as I thought it was going to be, but it was still something I've never done before and I was overly cautious at first. But, the more I saw the other riders simply trust their bike and let loose, the braver I got and the more I actually trusted my bike to go over obstacles (let's face it, you can never trust a road bike to do that!).

We had about 200 more feet of climbing when Ron heard a clank. Lo and behold, Ja

son's bike wanted to commit suicide. His front brake was gone. But, since I was with a bunch of mountain bikers, I got experience and witn

ess how prepared (ie they pretend to be pack mules since they carry EVERYTHING with them) and work their magic on something that has gone wrong. Ron walked a few feet away from Jason and his bike, and found the bolt that had fallen off. Lucky? I think so! So, they tried to put it back on, but one of the wedges was extremely bent, so zip ties it was! It was pretty cool seeing how they got to working on their bikes. Reminded me of when I broke my derailleur hanger on Iowa Hill and Randy turned my bike into a single speed. The only issue was that Jason didn't really have a front brake. Good luck on the downhill!

We got to the top and the downhill started. Itwas a blast and the fastest I've ever gone downhill on a mountain bike. It was cool just being able to go out there and let go! I had run out of water since Ithought the ride was going to be about 3 hours, but we were out there a lot longer. That'll teach me to forget my CamelBak!

After a bunch of downhill and a lot of riding, we got to Graeagle where Kathie, Toni, and Jay's girlfriend, Cathy, were waiting for us. My computer read 31 miles of riding. Now only was this my longest mountain bike ride, it was also the hardest and the most fun. Never did I imagine that I was going to be able to do all the stuff I did on that ride! Janice helped me a lot on some of the single track and the technical turns, which

was great to have another gal there helping me.

We all got back to Dave's and rested. Had some drinks and food by the campfire and talked a whole bunch. It was a fantastic night.

The next morning, Jay (Dave's son, not the other Jay), Randy, and I decided to do the Lakes Basin Loop. It's a 45-mile road ride with 4,500 feet of climbing. Randy then got a slow leak, was able to get it filled, and kept riding. Jason was a bit ahead, but as I was seeing him get closer, Randy got a flat. I got tothe Gay Eagle Lodge, didn't see him, so I turned around (for the second time) and realized that Randy's spare tube had a 3-inch slit in it... he had a defective tube! I tried to contact Kathie to tell her that we h

ad some issues since they were ahead of us in the truck, but the call wouldn't go through. I felt bad that Jay was probably waiting for us for a long time, but mechanicals happen. The good thing is that I decided to turn around, otherwise Randy would have had two bad tubes. We finally got to the top and told Jay our little adventure. We then headed down for a bit (after an 8-mile climb!) and then went up again for a short distance, which is when the fun downhill started. Jay then stopped at one of the views, which was gorgeous! He then took a picture of Randy and me with the view behind us:

We then headed down to HWY 49 and did that climb, which wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.

Jay had us stop at a view, where a Harley rider flipped Randy and me off (Jay was already checking out the view) and took some pictures. It was absolutely beautiful. A lot of people would probably hate a ride like this. There's a lot of climbing, a small shoulder on the roads, and the elevation really kills you if you aren't used to it. But all of that effort is worth it when you see the views that you get when you're at the top of your climb. It's, literally and metaphorically, breathtaking!

We got back to Dave's and ate some lunch and showered. Jay had to go to Reno, so good-byes were said and Randy and I waited to Dave, Steve, Toni, Kathie, and the dogs since they went on a hike. We made a fire, had dinner with some of Dave's neighbors, and had a great time around the fire. A lot of good stories, lots of great company, stars, and a fire... what more can a person ask for!?

On Monday morning, Dave, Steve, Randy, and I went on a 10-mile mountain bike ride. Dave was giving me some mini-lessons on how to ride over some of the technical parts of the trail. Some of them I was able to accomplish easily (though I was scared!) and others took me a little longer, but I was able to get a feel for what I have to do, and that's what's going to help me in the long run, I think.

When we got home, we packed everything and headed out. It was such an awesome weekend; the best Labor Day Weekend adventure I've ever had! I'm glad I was able to attend this and I'm so glad I was able to go on three great rides, meet new people, and have a lot of fun with friends. It's something I'll definitely cherish! And not only did I have a lot of fun, I learned a LOT of new riding skills and I surprised myself in that if I just stick to it, I CAN actually ride the dirt.

Thank you, Dave. This weekend was a blast!!

Bandit

Yesterday, September 1st of 2010, we took our dog, Bandit to the vet. He was 15-1/2 years old and very ill, so we decided that it was only fair for him. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do...

I've worked for vets, small and large animal. I've seen the procedure and I know what goes on, but this was so much harder. I didn't know the other pets, and it was very sad, I didn't have a connection with them. This time, as soon as I entered the vet's office, I couldn't s

top crying. It was hard not to.

My family and I have had Bandit since he was born.

He was no bigger than the palm of our

hand and was a fluff ball. You couldn't see his legs or anything! It was as if a fluffy thing was walking around, barking at everything. He barked at shadows, noises, wind, lint balls, and us. He was mean and bit me several times, would push me off of the couch, and would make me carry him on walks because he was too tired to move. He'd run around the house like a mad man for absolutely no reason, in circles, all over the place. He'd eat tomatoes and chili peppers that our neighbor used to throw over the fence when he lived next door to us. Bandit also loved dried up worms on sidewalks... yeah, I know. He didn't like his paws being touched. He'd howl if you sang or made high-pitched noises, but his howl was so funny that we couldn't help ourselves (think Steve Urkel howling). Cou

ldn't teach him a trick, except for "sit." Loved food, any food. He was confused for a "baby Saint Bernard" multiple times... one girl even called him a cat. My mom called him a termite because he was a wood chewer as a puppy. Anti-chew sprays attracted him. The only thing that worked for him was a really hot chili pepper. Still, what dog loves anti-chew sprays!? I called him my little Gremlin because he always made weird noises like Gremlins did.. and he was tiny and adorable one moment, and then BAM! He'd play around and go in "attack mode" and run all over the place.

Bandit was so full of character. He made us laugh a lot and provided us a lot of company. Even though he was a grumpy dog, anytime I felt sad, he'd come over to me and sit and lick my face (he was a licker!) and comfort me. He knew how to do it and was good at it.

I'll miss you, buddy. You'll always be with us. Hopefully your trip over the rainbow bridge was a fun one.

Rest in Peace, my little Gremlin. Thank you for all of the love you gave us.

March 1995 - September 2010

Winters Road Race

So, it came... and it went! It was my first road race ever, and after the preparation and all the nervousness I had about the race, I'm glad I signed up.

My class was the very last group to start. One of my Team Revs teammates, Pam, was in my class, too, so I at least had a familiar face in the group. The closer I got to the start line, the more nervous I got. A lot of the ladies in my group had a couple to three years of experience, and they were EXTREMELY nice and helpful. I chatted with them a bit, joked, got some tips from them (and from Heather Nielson, a CAT 2 friend of mine. Thank you!)I think that the cold weather got 20 degrees warmer once I was about to start. We got a brief about rules, some mentoring, and the whistle blew.

Off we went into a neutral start for half a mile. We actually got stopped at the intersection were the race starts because the pro men were passing by. We then kept going. I was usually within the first 5 women. Pulled once. Kept having to protect my front wheel because some of the less experienced girls were all over the place, but that was alright, I just kept my cool and didn't do any sudden moves.

The rollers started, and some turns. On one of the turns, a girl pushed another one into the other lane... with a truck coming. Lots of "shits" were being thrown out there. Another one hit another's wheel. More yelling and some "talking to." The feed station came and a girl (an experienced one) cut me off and nearly hit my front wheel, to where a "what the hell?!" was yelled by me.

The climb. Well, I stayed with the group for a while. Then I got dropped like a rock. Pam and I were pretty close, so I just kept her pace. The descent was fine, too. Easier than I remember, but I'm also comfortable with my descending skills.

Pam and I then worked together for the rest of the race. We made quite a good team, even though the winds were, simply put, a bitch out there. The fact that we had each other was good to give our legs a break and we were able to encourage and talk to each other. We had big groups and small groups pass us, some of which were scary because damn! I've NEVER been in the middle of a group that huge before!

The second lap was good as well. Harsher winds but again, we were able to get a break because Pam and I were working together the whole time. By the time that the last kilometer came, Pam said that she didn't have the legs for a sprint, so if I could have it if I wanted it. We decided to just cross the line together so we could show the Team Revs men that the women can join up and work as a team, too ;)

I learned a lot at this race:

- Riding in a group with unknown riders is scary, but I'm glad I finally "felt" what it's like to be in a group like that in a race setting.

- Protect your front wheel and handlebars at all times.

- Talk and communicate, even if you don't know these people.

- Work with someone if you can.

- Always take your registration confirmation.

As far as results, Pam and I got the same time and 10th and 11th place, respectively. 2:39 hours and a hell of a good time. Now that I got my first race under my belt, I'm very excited for my next race, which is Cyclebration.

Sly Park, Round Two and TT

Sly Park

Randy and I went back to Sly Park to camp with some of his family friends. There were a LOT of people along with 13 dogs. Yes, lots of barking. We also had to watch out for land mines... yup.

The first night we just hung out, ate dinner, hung around the camp fire. People drank and it was hilarious. I actually drank a beer, which took me forever to drink since it was a 40, but I still drank it. Got relaxed, that's for sure. One person almost fell on Randy. Hah!

On Saturday we went out on Mormon Emigrant Trail for an easy spin up. My legs felt like lead, but the more we rode, the better they felt. We did about 20 miles on the road that day. Then, we decided to go out on a mountain bike ride, where I didn't crash, and called it a day for riding. The rest of the time we hung out, chatted, ate good food, and hung around the campfire. We went to bed around 11:30PM due to having to wake up early for a 6:30AM ride we were doing with Noah from Team Revs. Problem: There was a baby that cried every effin' night at 3AM. Did I get sleep? Hardly. A bitchy morning for me was in tow.

Oh, and bitchy I was! I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, due to feeling like a damned zombie and never wanting to punch a baby so hard in my life (this is a figure of speech, people. Don't go all "OMG YOU GONNA PUNCH A BAYYYYYYYBEEEE???" Sheesh...). Met up with Noah and, to our surprise, Lance as well. We started riding up, nice and slow, the way I like to warm up. It was pretty chilly. Lance had darted in front of us and was a bit ahead. Noah, Randy, and I were catching up in the mean time. The ride was pretty good, not too cold after a few miles on climbing. Then the real climbing started. We caught up with Lance and then went ahead of him. He said that the steeper climbs were harder for him (ummm.. I think for everyone!). My rides are always no drop rides, so we'd wait for him whenever we couldn't see him behind us.

HWY 88 came up, and we decided to definitely go on it and ride towards Silver Lake. We rode, and climbed, and chatted, were afraid to get hit, but that's what happens on those highways. We got to 8,000 feet of elevation and we decided that, yup, we'll go down to Silver Lake even though we're going to have a horrible climb back up. Down we went.

At the lodge in Silver Lake, we got water and rested a bit. We saw people throwing axes and looked like rough mountain people. We were in spandex. Lance started ahead of us while Randy, Noah, and I were taking our sweet time. We decided to head out. The climb wasn't as bad as I thought it was. It was a steady climb... with motor homes coming close to us. We didn't get hit, which was awesome (derp). We caught up with Lance and went head. Finally we hit the summit again at 8,000 feet. The downhill-[ish] started. At the turn, we also heard lots of gun shots, which is typical for MET. I have posted pictures of me wearing the Team Revs jersey. It looks like we have targets in on our chest and back... and there are gun shots, and we're in spandex. Four people in spandex with targets on. Food for thought.

No, I'm kidding. But it's still funny to think about.

We turned onto MET again and had some climbing to do. We obviously didn't have enough. After a few miles back into MET, we started the downhill/rollers. Randy's bike was being a prick, so he couldn't go too fast (no 50 mph, haha!). I got into Noah's draft, and because I'm short and he's not, I didn't have to do much of anything! A few more little speed bumps, some more fast downhill, some sketchy parts, and we were back home. No accidents and no technical issues except for Randy's bike not liking life at the moment.

Overall, it was 65 miles and about 6,700 feet of elevation gain in 4 hour and 59 minutes of riding time. Sweet! It was a good ride. I was less cranky the more I rode, too, which was fantastic. We went back to the campground after we dropped off and said our good-byes to Noah and Lance. Everyone was there. Some packing, others drinking and chillin'. Awesome times. We packed the bikes up and headed to Randy's parent's, where we showered, ate, and I passed out on the couch for an hour.

Time Trial

Unfortunately, due to lack of sleep and some stress, I started to feel really sick. My throat was hurting during the MET to Silver Lake ride. I took Monday off, and decided to Time Trial yesterday. The wind was brutal, I was feeling ill, but I went anyway. I talked myself into going. The way out was painful due to the headwind being so strong. The way back was nicer, but it still hurt. I looked at my speedometer and I was going around 26mph, which I haven't really done on the way back on the TT. It was the fastest so far. I sprinted to the finish line at 29.1 mph, whereas last week I could only sprint to 27.2 mph. Overall, it was better. My time, even though I was sick, is the best I've had this season! 27:41 minutes. My goal is to get a sub 27-1/2, so I'm getting closer. Practice, I suppose. Practice.

I still feel sick, but maybe an easy spin will help ;)

Winters Pre-Ride Report

Now this... this ride was something different! The only "road race" I have done in the past was the SF Triathlon, and that was more of a circuit race and I (obviously) wasn't working with a team.

We met at Steady Eddy's in Winters at 7:45AM (I had to wake up at 5:45[ish] AM on a Sunday. Wtf, mate?) and had some caffeine. After 3 hours of sleep (eff you, allergies) the night before, I needed it. At 8:15AM, we all started to get together in the parking lot and rolled out.

The whole team stayed together on the first lap. Matt L (designated team capitan for this ride) gave us tips, techniques, proper etiquette, what to do, what not to do, when the pace was going to pick up, etc. There were 11 of us, I think. The first 10 miles had rollers, flats, more rollers, and annoying wind. When we got to the climb, that dreaded climb that sounded as if it were worse than Iowa Hill came up, I didn't realize I was on it. So much for this horrible hill in the race. It wasn't bad at all, it was mostly all in my head because OMG HILL (you'd think that I'd be okay with hills after the Death Ride).

The descent can be a little sketchy if you suck at handling your bike. There's one shady spot that got me at first (no depth perception for those of you who don't know, hurr hurr. Shadows confuse me. I know how my horse feels...), but I followed Randy's line because he doesn't suck at handling his bike, so it was all nice and dandy. We met up with Pam, Steve, and Don G. The rest of the team were waiting for Barbara. The five of us at the bottom decided to head to the rest of the course, where Don, Pam, and I didn't take a turn and went up some little hill but didn't see Steve nor Randy behind us, and that's when Don's lightbulb saved us all. We turned around and went the correct way (Randy and Steve asked a Davis guy if we had to turn or go straight... we had to turn). We rode. It's pretty flat. William came zooming by the other direction. Waved. We got to the end of the first lap and we waited for the rest of the team.

When some of the members came, Matt told us that the reason that Barbara took so long was because her cleat broke, but a mountain biker had a shop in his CamelBak (typical, pfft) so he helped her out. We all came back together and started planning the mock race.

Rnady, Pam, and I were in a "team." Mike and Steve were in another one. The five of us were to be in the breakaway. There was the main group and Matt and Rob were in the chase. Off we went into the breakaway. We kept a good speed. When the rollers started, the pace slowed down, I saw a gap between Mike and Steve and went through it. Randy followed. The two of us broke away from the break away. I've never been in a break away so most of the time I was "wtf do I do? Kay... go faster.." Randy and I kept taking turns pulling. Around mile 8, we saw the group about a minute or so behind us. Yeah.. they were catching up quickly. The group caught us around the middle of the climb, which hell, for a two-(wo)man break away, it wasn't bad! That and I suck when there's any sort of wind, so I was sort of happy. My heart rate was at its threshold and holding on for dear life, but it's all good.

Randy and I kept working as a team once the group swallowed and left us. The way down the hill (which I led the second time) was a lot easier. No wrong turns. I messed up once with Randy's signal to pass him so I can pull. Durr. I didn't see his elbow signaling me. Oops. I pulled after I went "??? WAT!?" and he corrected my dumb ass. I pulled for a bit, died a little inside and then Randy led the rest of the way in. We saw Don E spinning in and Randy asked, "wasn't he in the group?" I figured he flatted again (turns out that was the case). We got to the finish line and after realizing that I didn't die, spun back into town. Randy gave me some tips on what to do during the race. We decided that we may go back to work on some strategy. Mainly, eff the breakaway until the very last lap by the lake.

We got our crap back into the car and we headed to Guadalajara in Davis. I had a torta (holy hell haven't had one of those in YEARS. Made me miss Mexico!) and we chatted. Apparently Matt thought that the group was going to catch the breakaway way before they did. Yay! We then told stories, laughed, poked fun, the usual crap that goes on with the non-stuck up cyclists (c'mon... we all know who those are). Probably because we had a lot of cyclocross and mtb'ers in the group... and ones that JUST started road racing (me), so our head hasn't gotten too big for our helmets (good thing they're adjustable... ahem).

All joking and sarcasm aside, the things I learned were priceless:

- Breaking away hurts.

- A two-man break away will get swallowed up.

- I now know what it feels like to be swallowed up by the main group.

- Working in a team is essential!

- Without communication, you're nothing out there.

- Hills are never as bad as people make them out to be.

- I can keep up a decent pace without an iPod.

- My bike sucks because it's heavy and has heavy wheels, but it's fantastic when I get those things rolling on the flats!

- The wind will suck, but it won't kill me.

- I can, in fact, survive a "race pace," even though I felt like I have died a little... or a lot.

This was a great experience. Thanks to Matt for organizing this. I know that it can sometimes be like herding cats (at least with me.. woo attention span!). The race will also be a good experience. I don't expect a lot from it except to get some good experience for future races. I'm looking very forward to it!

Team Revolutions' Annual Camping Trip

What a weekend it was!

Randy and I got there Friday evening. A bit late, but we got there. We situated ourselves, talked to Chandra and Rob and Randy's parents, ate dinner, and went to bed.

Saturday

Randy and I went to ride Mormon Emigrant Trail. The ride out of Sly Park was enough climbing for me (no, I'm joking..). We then headed on to Sly Park Rd. and on to Mormon Emigrant Trail. Always a fun climb! All 25 miles of it. I decided that I was going to work on speed, so I started to do some intervals on the harder climbs. The Death Ride got me working on a slow-and-steady, but since the Winters Road Race is coming up, I need to work on speed. 15 miles into the ride and I was bone dry.. No more water for me. So, we turned around. I didn't realize is was so hot! Either way, it was a good ride.

After we got back, we ate some lunch and got ready to kayak. This was my first time ever on a kayak, so I was really excited. We got the tandem ready and into the lake, and I didn't know how to get in and I was freaking out that I was going to tip over. We didn't tip over, and it was hot, so going into the lake wasn't going to be that big of a deal. Randy told me that I pedal too fast so I had to slow down (I was excited! Like a little hummingbird on crack). He weaved around brushes and rocks and freaked me out on purpose, so I splashed him. We also had the treat of seeing the bald eagle that lives there! It was a great sight. Saw some thunder clouds, but no thunder. About an hour later, we went back to shore and put the kayak away.

Bistro 33 catered our diner. Now THERE'S some awesome camping food. It was fantastic, especially after the workout we had (mostly because I was running around like a hummingbird on crack... maybe I should have hung out with the Team Revs kids). Dinner and dessert! Yum. It was Jeanie's birthday, and Big Boss Mike was giving a speech. He said that he and his family had a gift that Jeanie would really appreciate when someone yelled, "A new bike!?" Lo and behold, it was a brand new CycloCross bike! How awesome is THAT!? The kids were racing around the campground, then the adults got on their kids' bikes and raced, too. How many, "Oh crap! My kid's brakes don't work!" we heard was priceless.

We went to our campsite and hung out with Roger, Lisa, Randy's parents, Chandra, and Rob. We told jokes, talked, joked more, and so on. It was a great night. We all decided it was time to go to bed at 11pm. We had a ride in the morning!

Sunday

We woke up, got the mountain bikes ready, and went over to Jeanie's campsite. She wasn't ready for the ride (she thought it was earlier than it was), so we chatted for a while and then headed out. The ride freaked me out, and within 2 miles, I crashed once into some bushes. At least they broke my fall. Then, we headed up to the Flume and I crashed where I couldn't see how deep the sand was (remember, I have no depth perception). That one hurt a lot. I decided to turn back because I was slowing Randy and his dad down a LOT. So back to the campsite I went, though I wish I could have gone further, but I felt really bad about being so slow on the MTB. People saw me come and and said, "Girl, you're a little dirty!" Yup, I was very dirty! A little scrape on my elbow but nothing huge. Some bruises and lots of fun. The good thing about me turning around is that those thunder clouds came back, and it was thundering! Lighting, thunder... Randy's mom and I decided to tear down the campsite and Randy's and my tent. We did that just in time because it down-poured for a (really) short time. It all works out! The guys came back and we packed up the bikes and went to Randy's parents' house. Showered, ate lunch, hung out, and then came back home.

What a trip! I loved it. I'm so glad I joined Team Revolutions. What an amazing team! I don't think other teams are like this. I know my collegiate team doesn't do stuff like this, we just train and race. Thanks to Mike B for creating such an awesome team and for Jeanie for coordinating the trip. You guys are simply awesome. Oh, and how can I forget.. Bistro 33 for all of the awesome support!

I can't wait for more fun times and next year's camping trip!