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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Speed Demon

Wednesday the 25th was the 2nd  40km Putah Creek Time Trial.  Most of them are 10 miles but this year they added 4-40kms for those of us who favor the longer distance.

The first 40km featured wicked wind and unusually cool weather.  Last night was very similar; the rain had come through earlier but by 4 pm the roads were dry.  I had no excuse.

I ride these TTs w/no aero equipment; I don't have a TT bike or aerobars, so I don't see the point in wearing the aero helmet.  Old School Eddy Merckxx, that's how I roll.

So legs 1 & 3 were into the wind with a couple short crosswind segments.  Legs 2&4 were downwind with a couple crosswind segments.  No matter which way I went there was pain to be found.

The last leg I kept gaining speed, esp. the last 3kms.  I crossed the line at 26 mph.  Once I stood up, like a jockey on a racehorse, I realized how much I hurt.

I met Chris Phipps (aka PizzaMan, aka@CPBike) who is even nicer in person than he is on the Internet.  He didn't even blink when I told him my time (a new PR for me BTW), although he was many minutes faster than I. Props to him for that.

I finished in 1:14:39, vs. 1:15:29 in April.  I'm happy for that time, happy to be stronger than a month ago (proof that I'm getting faster and training is paying off), and anticipate a new PR next month.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Catching Up

The week after the marathon relay I rested Mon.; TRX Tues., bike ride Wed.; TRX+run home after (3.5 uphill miles), rode Fri. and got a flat 3 mi. into it.  That hurt; I had only 2 tubes but nothing else with me.  I had to walk home. In my cycling shoes. The ego was bruised more than the feet.

Saturday I managed a 40 mi. solo ride with a headwind for 1/2 of it. Then things took a turn...

Via Facebook I discovered our newest favorite band, Dgiin, was playing at the Davis Whole Earth Festival on Saturday evening, from 8:30-10:00. We took the dogs and off we went.

We found the tent under which they were playing; it was sparsely populated and we went right up front; got recognition from the guitar player and started dancing...I called out "Porque le Vas" and 3 of the band smiled and nodded.  We danced between the leashes, and as the band heated up more people came in.  Oliver freaked out as he's not used to crowds+noise so we went to the back of the tent.

Ollie settled down on a hay bale and I stood in front of it.  Out of nowhere I felt a hand on my butt.  I turned around and  saw some people more than an arm's length away.  I turned back to enjoy the music and felt the hand again. Turned around, saw the same people, turned back.  The 3rd time I was groped I was ready for it and when I turned I saw a young lady tucking her hand away and looking aside. I'd seen her dancing; she was on something.  When she realized she'd been caught she blurted "I love you!  You're so sexy!  You're beautiful!"  I smiled and said thank you...it was the drugs talking. Hers, not mine.

Dgiin played a hot set and we left before they were done.

Sunday dawned and I made a mean pot of oatmeal; we got the tandem ready for the shop ride, with intentions of brunch in Davis, rather than Winters.

We were the only people to show up for the shop ride. Rob was not riding so we took the long route to Davis; enjoyed a tasty brunch at Cafe Bernardo (where our daughter took us for Mother's Day '01,'02,'03,'04) followed by the Whole Earth Festival (see previous parenthetical note).  Just like old times, but without the kids...a different kind of fun.

I bought a red cotton corduroy houndstooth cycling cap made of recycled cotton.  It matches my kit. My OCP rules.

We rode home without incident.  Chris cooked an amazing dinner.  He spoiled me rotten.  On past Mother's Days I've felt overwhelmed.  This year, despite our lack of kids (who checked in) I felt worthy of the indulgence. Like I told Chris, if it weren't for him I wouldn't be a mother.

So all was right for a moment.  I sucked it up like a milkshake through a straw.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Record Weekend

I tend to procrastinate, and so put off my first bicycle competition from Jan. until Saturday.  It's just as well; I needed some TT and hill repeat practice to find my lungs and legs.

At the Wente Road Race I lacked both lungs and legs.  Despite my lack, the wind screaming at 30+ mph, and a neutralization mid-2nd lap, I was very happy with my performance.  I placed 28 of 35 women who placed. My head told me to quit 85 times before we neutralized and I'm so glad I didn't listen.

Robin & Stacy arrived at the condo well before we do; texts confirmed that they'd have food for us and we'd go directly there.  So we did, and the Russian Salad by Robin was just what the doctor ordered...that, and the red wine.  We all turned in by 9-ish because we had a 3 a.m. wake up.

I had a fitful night's sleep.  My bedmate kept snoring, so I had to nudge her a couple of times to make her quit.  Then I had a very vivid dream of us waking an hour late, and Robin, Stacy, Kameo and Teri being extremely nonchalant about missing the bus.

When I finally awoke I was sleep-deprived and energy-deficient.  I got up, drank coffee, etc. by rote. The bus arrived at our start a little after 5 a.m.; the race started at 6:45.  Crap.  Can't even nap, so keyed up.

So I yakked with some of my wired busmates.  Fun.  About 7:15 I got off for a potty break, found my Leg 5 mate, and never got back on the bus.

So my Leg 5 mate scouted and found our Leg1 runner.  Slap goes the bracelet and off I go -- no warm up except for some stretching & running in place.

My leg had lots of hills, lot of music (inc. Japanese drums and a Yamaha Grand Piano, the pianist in tuxedo, on the edge of the Western World).  There were other bands but these two stood out.  I finished my leg, hugged Kameo (leg 5), got some food and water, and began running back to my start.  I stopped to take pics.

I found Teri, our last leg runner, and we cheered the marathon runners who passed us.  Kameo handed off to Teri, and then Kameo & I walked back to the music venue --- K had me take a pic of her and the front woman who was wearing a red feather boa -- then we found Robin (leg 3 runner) and we walked back to leg 2 start, got on the bus, and rode back to the Marathon Village, where we got our medals and food.

Eventually we caught up at the Marathon Village...got food, beer, pics, medals, and took the bus to the parking lot.  Went home...several went to the pool, the rest of us (me) napped.

We all cleaned up and left by 4:50 to go to the Jabberwok Inn.  John and Dawn, the innkeepers/owners, have shown us hospitality plus when we stayed with them.  I loved how they gave us the tour and shared hors'douerves and wine with us.  What fun that was.

So we went back to the condo, made dinner, played a card game I couldn't get behind, and slept. Ah, sleep!
And I'm not too sore today. So the training has paid off and I can point toward the next event...to follow.