Tuesday, July 11, 2017
The race at Port Jervis has been on my “to do” list all year. The township has been promoting new mountain bike trails and putting on races. It is always nice to go someplace new. I did the Erie 40 in the fall and while many of the trails did not seem finished, the ones that were new, were really nice.
I checked out the course a few days before the race and could see that much more trail building had taken place since the fall. I was tired the day of my pre-ride and did not fully get a grasp on how fun the trails would be at race pace. Actually, I did not know if I was even capable of a race pace. This race would certainly be a part of my training preparation for cross-country nationals next week.
The race looked to be on the long side with two 9+ mile laps. According to Strava, Cat 1 Men were running just under an hour and and Cat 1 women about 1:10 per lap. My casual pre-ride took 1:26. I did not like the thought of a 3 hour race, and hoped that I would have some more energy on race day.
I lined up in the back row behind the pro women and got what I thought was a good start, but as I was entering the single-track, everyone insisted on squeezing by me. I guess if I was young, I would try my best to pass any old lady before the singletrack too. I made an effort to hang on, and it worked. I rode the back of a train with my heart rate pegged for close to 20 minutes waiting for the right time to pass. I knew it would present itself, when I was ready.
When we hit the powerline climb everyone wanted to pass. I made my move, digging for my legs and lungs and they answered. First time in quite a while, so that in itself was good, but that on top of the 20 minute effort was really exciting. I am not super fast on the downhill, so you can be sure I booked as hard as I could trying to hold my position. I ended up catching the leader, who may have had a mechanical problem, but I will take any motivation that comes my way. I was pretty excited by that point, and the course was so much more fun at race pace. I was having fun and racing hard. I don't know if I have done that since nationals at Bear Creek in 2014.
So my first lap was super awesome, but as the clock ticked away, my legs started to fade and lap 2 was not as good. My foot and calf started to cramp. I kept the wheels rolling best I could, trying to ride smooth and drinking everything I had left. I took my last sip of water a few hundred feet from the finish line. I held my placement, but lap 2 was more of a struggle to complete.
This race by far was one my best efforts in the past year. I am happy to be back racing and actually racing. I am looking forward to racing at nationals.
Monday, June 12, 2017
After many cloudy, rainy and cool weeks in New York, the sun has finally come out! Not only is it wonderful to see blue sky, but it is amazing to be surrounded by all the green that the rain has created. In between the spring raindrops, I have been visiting my favorite spots in the woods and watching the transformation. Today the laurel are blooming and the ferns are nearly touching my handlebars. The season I love is finally here!
It has been seven months since my last post. During that time, life has had it’s ups and downs, but I blog today because last Sunday, I returned to racing XC. I did not prepare with any training, I just showed up with what I got, as if it was my first training ride of the season. I did not feel good as I started to warm up, but it got better. It usually does get better. Getting over the first few hurdles is always the hardest. We all have reasons not to race, but many times the reasons to race outweigh the reasons not to race. Sometimes you just have to take the leap!
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
I am not much of a fan of cold weather racing, but being that I had missed most of my race season due to an iron deficiency, I entered Erie40 on a whim. My teammates were doing the race and it was a new event with brand spanking new trails, just built this year. The township had embraced mountain biking and building trails to help bring tourism into their town. This sounded like a great idea and I wanted to support the town for it's effort by entering the event. My intensions were more to support the event than to actually race. I chose the shorter 25 mile distance because it seemed like a realistic ride length for me.
When I got there in the morning it was freezing! The freezing part was not that much fun, but it was only a few hours until we were all on course and defrosting in the single track. For some reason, I misinterpreted some local knowledge and thought the course would be mellow. Much to my surprise, the trails were pretty rugged and full of sharp, shale-like, tire cutting rocks. So what I thought would be a mellow sub 3 hour ride turned into 3 hours and 45 minutes of me feeling like my arms were going to fall off. Normally this would not be a problem on my trusty Pivot, but I brought a steel hard tail.
As I rode, it seemed like everyone was getting flat tires. I rode as light as I could and placed my tires as cleanly in the sharp rocks as possible, trying not to flat. It was slow going, but my teammates pledged to hang together when possible. I ended up riding most the race with Marianne. She waited for me a few time, but casual riding was our thing that day. We were out to enjoy the day, and check out the new trails. It was a nice spot with numerous views and while the trails did not seem finished, they were fun to ride.
We were the first two ladies to roll in to the finish line. Shortly after, Stef and Jen rolled in to join us. I was pretty wiped out afterwards as it was more demanding than I was prepared for that day. However it was a great way to close out the season. I am really glad to have gone and really enjoyed hanging and riding with my awesome local ladies.
Monday, August 15, 2016
I can offer no better excuse to why I have not posted here in a while, other than my bike has been idle way too much. Most of my summer has slipped by without all the big rides and races about which I blog. What I thought was a little mental burn out, turned out to be a bit more physical. After dragging on every ride and struggling to finish even a short ride, friends convinced me to see a doctor. I ended up having low iron levels, a drop that occurred in several months since my last blood work at my annual check up in May.
I mention this because sometime as athletes, we do not always step back and see ourselves objectively. We tend to have higher expectations for ourselves and don’t always see the whole picture. We also tend get impatient with results when training or healing. Being aware of that, I kept telling myself to be patient. After two months I was worse than when I started. I needed to be told to go to the doctor. When I look back now, I can’t believe I did no go sooner.
Taking time off the bike is not what I would have chosen, but it gave me an excuse to focus elsewhere. In addition to working on some home renovations, I was engaged in a female recruitment committee for the NJ National Interscholastic Cycling Assoc. (NICA). 2017 will be their first year and I have been tasked with creating a promotional video to try and recruit some girls.
I needed to do some soul searching and try to remember what it was like to be a girl in high school. This also happened to simultaneously be happening at the time of my 40th high school reunion, which I did not attend. When a classmate forwarded pictures from my reunion, I could not believe it was my high school class. Everyone looked old. After looking harder at myself, I realized that I looked just as old, it was just that I perceived myself as much younger than I actually was. I can honestly say that in some ways, mountain biking makes me feel younger today than I was in high school. Is mountain biking the fountain of youth? I’m not sure. I will leave that discussion for another day.
I also thought about what mountain biking adds to my life, and what would I have done if mountain biking was around when I was a teenager? As cool as it sounds to me now, I probably would have been way too wimpy to ride a mountain bike back then, but I am sure many other kids would have jumped on it and loved it. With mountain biking offering an outdoor physical activity in nature, it is an ideal activity to make available to future generations.
I have been super stoked to work side by side with some inspiring people from our mountain bike community these past few months. I don’t need to race or even be on a bike myself, to be a part of the stoke. I say this as to invite anyone else to help get kids outside and on their bikes for life. This post is dedicated to all the passionate people who take time to share this awesome sport of mountain biking with other people. It is one of the most rewarding gifts you can give to another person that can last a lifetime. Get out and ride a mountain bike and take a friend with you! Thanks Art for taking me that first time!
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Before I made the trip out west, I decided I would like to ride SSAZ in memory of Chris Schilling, who was an insanely dedicated single speeder, and all around great giving guy. I had not been riding my single speed much, actually hardly at all, but SSAZ seemed to be the right time. It is a laid back gathering and I would have no pressure to finish or keep any sort of race pace. I could just go out and ride for Chris. It was me, him and one gear in the desert. Hopefully there would be other enthusiasts to keep me company or at least be a carrot on a stick.
The night before I got a sneak preview of the course profile and although I did not let anyone know, I did have some doubts that I could finish. I figured I would just try it, and not sit home and say "I can not do it". We began at 9:00. The first 8 miles were a flat neutral roll out on pavement and then we were instructed to remove our front wheels for a lemans start. Then 35 or 40 similarly crazy people raised their front wheels in the air before we were let go up the mountain.
Right from the start I was telling myself I had the wrong gear. Standing, sitting, standing ,sitting until my back hurt so much that I just stayed seated. I did not think I could keep the pedals turning that slow, but I managed to keep going and stay mostly seated. The hill went on for what seemed like forever. It took me so long to climb that I had plenty of time to accept the fact that I may have to bail at the rest stop. "Was I a jerk for thinking I could do this?" went through my head, but I kept going.
When that climb was done, my back felt fine and I quickly forgot all those negative thoughts. I can not say the rest of the ride was any easier. It was actually harder with a few forever hike a bikes and a gnarly downhill that I walked way too much, but I was in to finish and pushed through navigating the scantly marked route. I stopped many times to look around for blue tape and check my cue sheet. I really enjoyed the adventure of doing most of it by myself, and it was on trails that I had never ridden.
I knew the route was supposed to have 4900 ft elevation gain and when I reached 4700, I had the feeling that I was so close, but the climbing kept coming at me. Every time I crested the top of a mountain, I expected to see the city and all I saw was another mountain. My garmin read 5200 feet before I saw civilization. I wish I could say it was an easy ride down, but the last trail was pretty gnarly. I finally rolled back into camp at 3:56pm and noticed that my teammate Marianne was the first female to finish.
This was by far the hardest ride I have done in years. Physically spent, yet functioning and thinking clearly, all with a smile on my face. It felt perfect to be riding my single speed bike for Chris! Then we drove home and the sun set like it does every other night, just another amazing Arizona flag sunset.
Monday, December 14, 2015
2015 has been somewhat crazy. Selling and buying homes, moving several times, downsizing an entire life's worth of stuff, and all the stress of change has left me with a lack luster year of bike racing. Actually, not much passion on the bike at all. Yet riding a bike is still so important in many ways. Perhaps this was the long overdue break in racing that I have needed. Instead I have enjoyed soaking in the sun and and gazing over countless orange sunsets. All fine for now, but around each new bend lies a new possibility, and I can not say for sure exactly where my life will take me next. Today I am in Arizona.
Friday, September 11, 2015
...saying good bye to a house and an era.
... not sure what to hold on to.
... some stuff...
... came with us
... both old and new.
So, what’s up with pixy and her bike over the last few months? …. I have been trying to pack up and move 32 years of stuff as part of downsizing.
It is amazing what one person can accumulate over time. I never thought of myself as a hoarder, but over the years I have accumulated many things. Things that I saved, things that Art saved and things that family members thought we should save. It appeared that Art and I had saved more than two person's worth, and August was the final hour of the big move.
I am very grateful that our half move to Arizona got us started downsizing. Last year I cleaned out a bunch of closets and found homes for many items. Even with all of that, we had too much stuff. A few months of diligent downsizing and donating, we have finally arrived in our smaller home. I thought that leaving my old home would be painful, but it felt perfectly right.
The whole move has been draining and I wish I had exciting racing and biking to write about, but that is not the case. The bike has not been a priority, and at times I was not even enjoying the few times I rode my bike. After a few weeks with biking on the back burner, I am starting to come back around.
Friday I rode out to Ilgenstein look out and gazed out over the NYC skyline. It looked like a toy factory, in the distance beyond hills of green. I thought about how lucky I was to live and play in green hills, and how lucky I was to be able to step outside the toy factory and play in the green hills. ….I am a mountain biker after all.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
It had been years since I raced my single-speed. I’m not sure what happened, but about 7 years ago I took a long break from single-speed racing, and became very bonded with my gears, … all my gears. I had several attempts to get back out there and turn the holy one, but I never seemed to be able to motivate myself enough to go without.
Enter the Lewis Morris Race: which is not one of favorite race courses. The course is rolling, hilly, not very technical and a true fitness course. Not being in top form this year, I was not looking forward to facing my current shortcomings. I really wanted to add something into the mix to get me excited to race and light a spark. My weapon of choice was my steel single-speed. I couldn’t have asked for better conditions as heavy rains the night before the race and a light rain at my start, enhanced the challenge.
I had half a thought of bailing when I saw the rain at the race, but I really wanted to stretch my legs and ride as I was cooped up inside the house the day before. I was late getting to the race, so I had little warm up. When I race gears, I am super strict with warm up as a 50+ racer because it takes us elders a little longer to warm up, but this day I was a single-speeder and that meant I had no age. I was just a biker turning the perfect one, and would deal with no warm up.
This was my first attempt at 29er single-speeding, so I had done my research on the Sheldon Brown site to try and mimic the proper gearing and gain ratio. If you have not seen the Sheldon Brown site, you need to check it out. It is the ultimate in gearing geekyness.
The gear I chose caused me to fall off the back at the start, but as soon as the course tipped uphill, I took charge of setting my pace, which held well among the geared girls. I worked up to 2nd early on the first lap, and then fell back to third, where I would eventually finish. The rhythms of the single-speed are all to it’s own, and I knew not to pace myself with anyone else, yet I could see racers in front and behind, which is a good thing. My motivator was my lack of gears, and I was forced to suffer up each climb.
I checked off each climb in my mind on my last lap, and got complacent after the final climb as if I were done. The racer behind me bridged up and I was under pressure. Under geared for the final flat sprint to the finish line against a geared racer was a sure fail on my part. I had no choice but to push the limits of my comfort zone on the slippery turns and loose descents. Any place that was slightly up, I had to attack. What ever I did, it worked as I gained just enough to hold my 3rd place. It was a good day to be on a bike, and I suppose that is proof that my choice to race a single-speed was a good choice.
After a long hiatus from single-speed racing, Lewis Morris was a perfect race to be reunited with the perfect one! I hope to do some more single-speeding in the near future.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
I’ve been back in New Jersey for weeks, and I hate to admit it, but I’ve been procrastinating about getting back out to race. I had a list of excuses, and I was all caught up in my excuses like the world revolved around me. Imagine that? In reality, we are just tiny fragments orbiting around the world, and it was time for me to take hold and jump on for the ride.
The week before Rumble in the Jungle race, I got a few good rides under my belt, and both my mind and body were beginning to feel better. I had some doubts that I could actually complete a 3 lap race, but I decided to race anyway. My thinking was that I could stop at any point, if I wanted to, and if I kept going I could either: do well, or gain some training saddle time. I really had nothing to lose by trying, and would gain nothing by not trying.
I signed up and was happy to see so many familiar faces at the race. The course was rocky, technical and wet from rain showers the night before. It was also humid, something I had not had much of in the last few months. I kind of dug the humidity. There was no doubt that there would be suffering of all types on the course, but I was relieved that it was wet because the slick conditions would most likely slow the racers down to “pixy” pace just to keep their bikes upright on the wet and now sweating rocks and roots. Other than one hot paced day lap in 24HOP, I had no intensity riding under my belt for 2015. Slow and techy was about all I had in me, ...or so I thought.
I previewed the start and knew what to expect with wet roots and rocks. I was confident that I could manage the handling part, yet I was uncertain with the race distance. I had a good start and was able to avoid being taken out by a miscue, and claim 2nd wheel. I struggled to keep contact on the first paved climb, but by the next single track I took the lead and was able to hold it to the end. I was chased some on the first lap, but I rode super clean and stayed off the front. The course did start to dry a bit and I was able to smooth things out some. …Well, as smooth as I can ride in Jungle, and I am sure some may argue that anyone can ride smooth in Jungle. It is a lumpy, jagged, rocky place.
I was very happy to finish three consistent laps, and surprised to win my race. The wet course was challenging, but I think that helped to keep my attention and keep me motivated. After 22 years of racing, a fitness course can get boring. So, a wet Jungle was a perfect first race back in NJ. I hope to be rocking more rocks soon!