This is very belated race post! On November 8, 2008, I did the Olympic distance SF Triathlon on Treasure Island in the relay division with Emily and Lisa. Lisa did the swim leg, I did the bike leg, and Emily did the run. Lisa named our team "Team What Willis Was Talking About" which provided for nearly endless comedy throughout the day as various announcers struggled to make sense of it.
It wasn't exactly a warm day. Lisa did great on the swim -- she was the second woman out of the water, and fourth overall, I think. It was way cold. She could barely run after she got out of the water.
My bike portion was so-so. It was about 24 miles, six laps of a mostly flat course with lots of turns. There was one short climb near the end of each lap. My first two laps were spent basically passing just about everyone I could, in order to get out of their way. Good bike handling skills were not the norm among the people on the bike course, at least while I was out there. I was able to pass a lot of people simply because I could ride around/over/through things without braking while others couldn't (or wouldn't). After my second lap, I found a gap and mostly rode alone, without passing or being passed by many other people.
I tried to keep my speed at at least 19 miles per hour, which was mostly manageable -- I think my average speed (based on Garmin data) was about 18.4 mph. In retrospect I should have pushed it more on the last lap -- I still had something left as I pulled into the transition area.
Emily did great on the run, despite not feeling 100% going into it, and missing out on Gatorade because the guy in front of her grabbed two. In the days after the race, the results showed Team What Willis Was Talking About having finished in sixth place overall, out of all teams (men's, women's, and mixed) in the relay division. However, the results were later revised to show that we actually finished in eight place. Whatever -- still a pretty good showing out of about 27 teams.
Lessons for me for the next triathlon relay: (1) meet the swimmer closer to where she comes out of the water; (2) bring a towel to the swimmer at the transition; (3) push it harder on the last leg/few miles of the bike leg!!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
2008 Henleyville Road Race report
The five "Dunnigan" Tri-Flow girls finally did our first race all together this past Saturday (given that it's season end, it's probably also our *last* race together, at least 'til 2009).
The course was an 18 mile mostly-flat loop in Henleyville, California, just west of Corning. The Cat 4 women's race was three laps, for a total of 54 miles. Due to low registration, the Cat 3 and Cat 4 groups were combined (although placed separately at the end). There were only four Cat 3 women, and about 14 Cat 4 women. Tri-Flow had the biggest team representation, by far; most others were there solo.
We started at 8:30 a.m., quickly organizing into two long lines. The first lap kept a very conversational, even recreational pace, scarcely exceeding 18 miles an hour for most of it. On the second lap, the attacks began. The first was in the feed zone, of all places -- fortunately the weather wasn't hot enough that any of us yet needed to get any more water. From there on out, there were occasional attacks off the front, but none of them lasted very long, and the pack quickly regrouped each time.
At the beginning of the third lap, the Cat 3 woman from Reno Wheelmen attempted to get us all to work together in one big paceline. Some of us participated in good faith, but others didn't seem either to know how or to want to do a paceline, and the attacks soon resumed.
Thus, with one or two exceptions, the pack stayed together for the entire three laps. Just before the end, the Reno Wheelmen woman encouraged us all to sprint safely -- watching our lines, etc. At the 1km sign, the pack took off. I held on as long as I could but fell off before the 100m sign, crossing the line in 11th place out of 14. Ann got third place, and Emily finished somewhere before me (they didn't correctly place her at first).
Overall I'm really happy with how it went. The pack was mostly civilized and comparatively experienced, with a few exceptions although none nearly as bad as at San Ardo. My goal had been to hang onto the pack for at least one lap, if not two -- so the fact that I stayed on until the final sprint was just a bonus. I do still have work to do if I ever want to win, or at least be able to help Ann and Emily in any meaningful way.
I'm looking forward to next year!
The course was an 18 mile mostly-flat loop in Henleyville, California, just west of Corning. The Cat 4 women's race was three laps, for a total of 54 miles. Due to low registration, the Cat 3 and Cat 4 groups were combined (although placed separately at the end). There were only four Cat 3 women, and about 14 Cat 4 women. Tri-Flow had the biggest team representation, by far; most others were there solo.
We started at 8:30 a.m., quickly organizing into two long lines. The first lap kept a very conversational, even recreational pace, scarcely exceeding 18 miles an hour for most of it. On the second lap, the attacks began. The first was in the feed zone, of all places -- fortunately the weather wasn't hot enough that any of us yet needed to get any more water. From there on out, there were occasional attacks off the front, but none of them lasted very long, and the pack quickly regrouped each time.
At the beginning of the third lap, the Cat 3 woman from Reno Wheelmen attempted to get us all to work together in one big paceline. Some of us participated in good faith, but others didn't seem either to know how or to want to do a paceline, and the attacks soon resumed.
Thus, with one or two exceptions, the pack stayed together for the entire three laps. Just before the end, the Reno Wheelmen woman encouraged us all to sprint safely -- watching our lines, etc. At the 1km sign, the pack took off. I held on as long as I could but fell off before the 100m sign, crossing the line in 11th place out of 14. Ann got third place, and Emily finished somewhere before me (they didn't correctly place her at first).
Overall I'm really happy with how it went. The pack was mostly civilized and comparatively experienced, with a few exceptions although none nearly as bad as at San Ardo. My goal had been to hang onto the pack for at least one lap, if not two -- so the fact that I stayed on until the final sprint was just a bonus. I do still have work to do if I ever want to win, or at least be able to help Ann and Emily in any meaningful way.
I'm looking forward to next year!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Dunnigan Hills 2008 race report
Vanessa and I were the only Velo Girls to do this race this year. It's a single-loop course of about 45 miles or so, starting and finishing in Yolo, California. We pre-rode the course a few weeks ago and it seemed pretty straightforward -- a few rolling hills but nothing overly steep or prolonged. During our pre-ride the worst part seemed to be the "homestretch," which was more than 10 miles of looong straight road without any particularly interesting scenery to speak of.
The race started late. The Cat 4 women field was probably 25 or so riders. It was a much better pack than at San Ardo -- people were better about holding their lines, looking before moving, etc. Part of it might have been that it seemed to be a more experienced group. But part of it also might have been the BRUTAL wind coming from north/northwest -- riders were trying so hard to move forward that there wasn't much jockeying for position within the group.
Not too far into the race*, Vanessa and I were both exposed to the wind at the back of the pack, causing us to fall off around mile 9 or 10. I was just settling into the mindset of "whatever" when, as we started across the 505 overpass, Vanessa said, "weren't we supposed to turn here?" Indeed, at that point, the pack (which had already crossed the overpass) started to look confused.** Vanessa and I quickly turned, and just like that, we were in the lead! It would have been cooler if we hadn't just turned straight into the wind. Even doing very short pulls (10 seconds or less), we couldn't get up past about 14 miles an hour. It was brutal. The pack overtook us again after not too long. We got back on and stayed with them for another 6 or 7 miles until we fell off again.
For the next 12-15 miles, Vanessa and I worked together, keeping a reasonable pace considering the wind but not killing ourselves either. Somewhere after mile 30, two women caught up to us and passed us, so we hopped on their draft. Soon we also caught up to Carla of Code 3, who had struggled mightily but ultimately in vain to catch up to the group after falling off around the same time that Vanessa and I had. She hopped on our paceline as well. After a couple of miles we finally turned onto the homestretch, where the wind was finally at our backs. The two women set a fast pace and took turns leading. Carla tried to rotate in at the lead and wanted us all to do the same, which I would have been happy to do except that I just didn't have enough energy left -- it was hard enough just to stay on.
By 3 km before the finish, I just didn't have anything left. Carla stayed back with me while Vanessa stuck to the other two women as they pulled ahead to the finish line. Carla ended up finishing a few seconds ahead of me. Annoyingly, the race officials listed her as finishing in 18th place but me as "DNP," or "did not place." I would have been last, I'm sure, but still! I finished.
I was exhausted by the time we got back to the cars. I need to figure out a better nutritional strategy. I think I may need to up my protein intake before/during the race and not just rely on fast-burning carbs like GU and shot blox. Maybe just eat some PB right before the next race....
* Interesting "scenery" around mile six or seven -- a truck passed us hauling an open trailer with a dead cow in the back -- in full rigor mortis, with legs (and udder!) pointing straight in the air.
** Our group was not the only group to miss the turn. It wasn't well marked at all, and no one was stationed there to point us in the right direction.
The race started late. The Cat 4 women field was probably 25 or so riders. It was a much better pack than at San Ardo -- people were better about holding their lines, looking before moving, etc. Part of it might have been that it seemed to be a more experienced group. But part of it also might have been the BRUTAL wind coming from north/northwest -- riders were trying so hard to move forward that there wasn't much jockeying for position within the group.
Not too far into the race*, Vanessa and I were both exposed to the wind at the back of the pack, causing us to fall off around mile 9 or 10. I was just settling into the mindset of "whatever" when, as we started across the 505 overpass, Vanessa said, "weren't we supposed to turn here?" Indeed, at that point, the pack (which had already crossed the overpass) started to look confused.** Vanessa and I quickly turned, and just like that, we were in the lead! It would have been cooler if we hadn't just turned straight into the wind. Even doing very short pulls (10 seconds or less), we couldn't get up past about 14 miles an hour. It was brutal. The pack overtook us again after not too long. We got back on and stayed with them for another 6 or 7 miles until we fell off again.
For the next 12-15 miles, Vanessa and I worked together, keeping a reasonable pace considering the wind but not killing ourselves either. Somewhere after mile 30, two women caught up to us and passed us, so we hopped on their draft. Soon we also caught up to Carla of Code 3, who had struggled mightily but ultimately in vain to catch up to the group after falling off around the same time that Vanessa and I had. She hopped on our paceline as well. After a couple of miles we finally turned onto the homestretch, where the wind was finally at our backs. The two women set a fast pace and took turns leading. Carla tried to rotate in at the lead and wanted us all to do the same, which I would have been happy to do except that I just didn't have enough energy left -- it was hard enough just to stay on.
By 3 km before the finish, I just didn't have anything left. Carla stayed back with me while Vanessa stuck to the other two women as they pulled ahead to the finish line. Carla ended up finishing a few seconds ahead of me. Annoyingly, the race officials listed her as finishing in 18th place but me as "DNP," or "did not place." I would have been last, I'm sure, but still! I finished.
I was exhausted by the time we got back to the cars. I need to figure out a better nutritional strategy. I think I may need to up my protein intake before/during the race and not just rely on fast-burning carbs like GU and shot blox. Maybe just eat some PB right before the next race....
* Interesting "scenery" around mile six or seven -- a truck passed us hauling an open trailer with a dead cow in the back -- in full rigor mortis, with legs (and udder!) pointing straight in the air.
** Our group was not the only group to miss the turn. It wasn't well marked at all, and no one was stationed there to point us in the right direction.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
San Ardo 2008 race report
Ann, Emily, Vanessa, and I raced in Cat 4 women at San Ardo last weekend (can you spot Emily and me in this photo?). It was two laps of a 24-ish mile loop starting and ending in San Ardo, California. The results haven't been posted online yet as far as I can tell, but I'm pretty sure I came in last.
I stayed with the pack for the first lap, but then fell off at the beginning of lap two. I tried too hard to get back on, which compounded my two big(gest) mistakes during lap one, which were: (1) not drinking enough, and (2) pulling for too long on the backstretch coming back in to San Ardo.
Vanessa also fell off the pack about the same time I did, so she and another woman and I all worked together to get back to the finish. Actually they both worked harder than I did, because I didn't have anything left (see above) and was a pathetic whiny mess. By the time we got near the finish line, we all told each other we probably weren't going to have anything left to sprint with. But then we all tried anyway. I could have out-sprinted the other woman, but I let her cross the line before me because she really did much more work than I did on the second loop. I guess that's not very competitive of me, but whatever. Does it really matter whether I come in dead last, or just second to dead last?
Ann and Emily fared much better -- Ann made top 10 for sure, and might have been #8 or #6, she thought. Emily stayed with the pack the whole ride so probably didn't do too badly either. Vanessa was much cheerier than at Winters, and actually seemed to be enjoying herself.
Weather was warm but not nearly as hot as Winters the weekend before. Everyone but me agreed that they liked San Ardo much better than Winters. If I hadn't felt so awful, I might have agreed with them as well. Maybe if I'm still racing next year, I'll give it another shot then.
I stayed with the pack for the first lap, but then fell off at the beginning of lap two. I tried too hard to get back on, which compounded my two big(gest) mistakes during lap one, which were: (1) not drinking enough, and (2) pulling for too long on the backstretch coming back in to San Ardo.
Vanessa also fell off the pack about the same time I did, so she and another woman and I all worked together to get back to the finish. Actually they both worked harder than I did, because I didn't have anything left (see above) and was a pathetic whiny mess. By the time we got near the finish line, we all told each other we probably weren't going to have anything left to sprint with. But then we all tried anyway. I could have out-sprinted the other woman, but I let her cross the line before me because she really did much more work than I did on the second loop. I guess that's not very competitive of me, but whatever. Does it really matter whether I come in dead last, or just second to dead last?
Ann and Emily fared much better -- Ann made top 10 for sure, and might have been #8 or #6, she thought. Emily stayed with the pack the whole ride so probably didn't do too badly either. Vanessa was much cheerier than at Winters, and actually seemed to be enjoying herself.
Weather was warm but not nearly as hot as Winters the weekend before. Everyone but me agreed that they liked San Ardo much better than Winters. If I hadn't felt so awful, I might have agreed with them as well. Maybe if I'm still racing next year, I'll give it another shot then.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Winters road race report
My very first road bike race was this past Saturday, in Winters, California. I had spent the prior six weeks training for it through the Tri-Flow development program run by Lorri Lee Lown of VeloGirls. On race day I was there with fellow Tri-Flow program members Emily, Kat, and Vanessa, as well as Lorri and race team member Lala. Tri-Flow member Ann was out of town, but I'm sure she would rather have been at the race with us....
The course was a 24 mile loop, starting and finishing in Winters, that we rode two times (some of the higher categories rode the loop three or four times). It started out mostly flat, but at about mile 11 it started becoming hilly, with a steep grade at about mile 13 followed by a steep, narrow descent with a very tricky switchback. After that it was almost entirely flat again on the "backstretch" and leading up to the finish line.
The Cat 4 women started sometime after 9 a.m., by which time the weather was already quite warm. I know our start time was delayed but I wasn't wearing a watch so I don't know for how long. Lorri led us out and set the pace. At the start, the pack stayed together. It was very interesting to ride in a group with everyone so close together. I was amazed by the reorganizations that happened early on -- I would be in the front, and then all of a sudden I'd be in the back... and then just as quickly I'd be back in the front again.
At the hilly section, I started to fall back, and then just after the feed zone I dropped my chain, and wasn't very efficient about getting it back on. In retrospect it was a good thing, because then I knew I had no chance of staying with the leaders, so I didn't kill myself trying. I did push myself up the hill, passing a few women, and down the other side. But I wasn't feeling very strong at the back. Vanessa caught up with me there so we worked together around the backstretch and then the beginning of the second loop. She hadn't been feeling very good -- she said she was having chills -- and it seemed to be getting worse as we continued into the second loop. She apologized for slowing me down and said I should go on, but I didn't want to work by myself for the whole second loop, and it's not like I was in a big hurry since we had no chance of catching the lead group at that point anyway.
Near the start of the hilly section a woman came past us and invited us to "get on her wheel" -- she'd had to stop and change a flat and was racing faster to get back to the pack. We tried to stay with her but soon stopped. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go another 20 miles at that pace! So I was by the side of the road, slowing down to wait for Vanessa to catch up to me again. I turned around to look for her, and that's when I veered off the road into a gravel ditch. Very stupid. Fortunately the only damage to my bike seems to be that the left brake lever is scraped up and looks ugly; maybe a new scratch or two on the fork but otherwise everything seems OK. Vanessa came up and helped me up, suggesting that we hurry because a peloton of men was coming! I brushed myself off quickly and got back on. I'm quite sure that none of the men even noticed us as they whizzed by. It was funny.
When we got to the hill section again, just before the feed zone Vanessa told me to go on and she'd catch me on the back side again. I didn't think I was going to make it up the steep grade the second time. I spent the whole time fantasizing about stopping to rest but I managed not to. I'm not sure I've ever breathed so hard in my life! Fortunately the steepest grade is nearly at the top, so even the remaining 30 seconds or so of incline afterward seems like a rest. Vanessa never did catch up to me, so I ended up riding the rest of the second loop by myself. On the backstretch the second time I felt much stronger and was able to keep my pace at 20 to 25 mph most of the time. I crossed the finish line feeling pretty good -- I was happy to stop, of course, but could probably have gone a bit further if I'd had to, and my pace was still up. Of course once I stopped riding, my road rash started to hurt -- I had been mostly able to ignore it up until then.
Overall I felt really good about it, despite getting left behind early as well as the stupid crash. This was not the farthest I've ever ridden in a day, but it was the longest I've ever ridden without intentionally stopping (if you don't count the dropped chain or the crash), and certainly overall I rode it faster than I normally would have. *And* it was hot out there.
I'm glad I did the race, and am particularly grateful that I did the Tri-Flow program. I can't even imagine how lost I would have been without all of the training, both learning about how races work as well as just the fitness aspects of it. I certainly have more work to do before I can stay with the pack, but it doesn't seem unachievable, provided that I keep working at it. It has been really fun working with Lorri and the other "girls" for the past six weeks. I'm going to miss it when it's over!
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Jill and Nancy crush the Tierra Bella 100K, 2008
We made much better time than last year, which is surprising given that we're in much worse shape than we were a year ago, but not surprising when you account for the fact that last year the skies were dumping buckets of rain on us.
Looking forward to next year. We're talking about doing the imperial century, which would add another 35 miles and 4,000 feet of climbing. That might really suck most of the fun out of it, so I bet we stick with the metric century.
Looking forward to next year. We're talking about doing the imperial century, which would add another 35 miles and 4,000 feet of climbing. That might really suck most of the fun out of it, so I bet we stick with the metric century.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Dexter
I'm obsessed with this show. I just finished the third DVD of the first season and it's KILLING me that I have to wait two days until Netflix can send me the fourth one. KILLING ME.
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