It is about 2 :30 am and I’m not really very sleepy.  That is the only downside of all these night time cross races and criteriums.  You are so jacked up at 10pm-12am, that you can’t sleep until way too late.  i had time to clean my very mucky bikes, hand wash my long sleeve skinsuit and generally get organized for the whole thing again tomorrow at 2:45pm.

The race tonight went alright.  But, I wasn’t expecting alright, so I’ll take it.  The course was the hardest of the weekend, I think.  A long run, slog, up Mt. Krumpet.  Plus it was pretty super muddy everywhere else on the course, so it was just that much harder.

The were only 32 guys, but I still got a horrible start.  The first real corner off the pavement was deep mud and the guy in front of me fell into the course marking ribbon and it got wrapped around my pedal spindle.  So I was DFL less than 30 seconds into the race.  And pretty far off the back too.

But I felt alright and moved up to the back of the line pretty quickly.  There were 5 running sections.  I was worried about those, but did just okay.

I passed a few guys the first two or three laps and thought I was going to catch a ton more.  My A bike had FMB mud tread and was going so much faster than my B bike.  I finally, towards the end, just stayed on the good tires and prayed for my rear derailleur to stay on.   There was so much grass getting clogged into the pulleys that there were lots of mechanicals, but not so much in the UCI Elite men’s race.

Anyway, I finally got up to the top 20 with a couple laps to go and there were still 4 or 5 guys within striking distance, but I didn’t really make a huge effort to catch them.  And with 1/2 a lap to go, I just sat up and rode in.  There wasn’t anyone that I could see behind me.

I finished 19th, which isn’t that good, but compared to my Louisville UCI experience, at least I got to complete the race.  Probably because it was taking 8:30 minutes for the leaders to do a lap.

Jonathan Page won the event.  I was happy for him.  He seemed happy.  I talked to him before the race and he said that he had a bronchial infection that had been going on since July or something.  He said he only had 90% max breathing capacity, down to 60% after going hard. When I saw him after the race I told him that he smeared us with only 60%.  He said something about waiting until tomorrow.

By that he meant that tomorrow’s race is a C1 and Jeremy Powers, Stephen Hyde, Logan Owen and a few others are going to be racing.  The race is going to be going much faster I guess.

I dont’ have many pictures, since eveyone in my room that took pictures is asleep.  Here are a few.  I’ll add some more tomorrow.  Good night.

This was about 1/3 of the runup Mt. Krumpet.

Other sections were worse.

I put some spikes into my shoes before the start.

Jinglecross Day 1 results. I could have been much closer without such a shitty start and not really killing myself other times during the race. Maybe tomorrow. Click to enlarge.

Not sure where to start.  Guess this morning warming up.  Man, I was tired.  I could feel my legs and they seemed hollow.  It didn’t give me much motivation to race a long cross race.  But, I like racing and a race day is always better than nearly all other days.

The race went just alright.  Tons of things that would really interest me, but I experienced them. I can’t say that really liked the course.   We did the same slog-up as last night.  That is 100 meters of mud that was really hard two days in a row.  The top 3 in the race didn’t race last night, so I don’t know if that is indicative of being fresh or just better.

I sucked again at the start.  Then, about 3/4’s the way through the lap, I took a tight corner, my rear wheel slid out on some mud and I ran into a steel pole with my scapula.  I thought I’d broke it.  But, I usually let things settle down for at least a few minutes before I make a rash decision. My arm was telling me it was broken, but it got feeling better less than a lap later.

The next lap, going by the same pole, I made it a point to go wide.  But, obviously, that didn’t work.  I think it is that thing where when you look at something you head towards it.   Whatever the reason, it was like a magnet and I wacked my inside hand, my left, specifically, my left knuckles against it.  Shit did that hurt.

The rest of the race I was listening to the announcers that were doing the play by play of the front group.  3 guys – Jeremy Powers, Logan Owen and Stephen Hyde.  Pretty good bike racing up front.  I kept catching guys and felt better, even though I wasn’t going any faster.

One observation – Stephen Hyde missed his callup and ended up lining up way back on my row. I thought he would have a great race getting up into the top 5 by the end of the race.  Little did I know that he’d be at the front of the race less than 1/2 a lap in.  I saw him after the raced and asked him about it.  He told me he misses callups kind of often and can start super fast.  He said he is a good field sprinter too, can move around in a field.  I think I can move around in a field pretty good too, but not this.  It was a very good indication how good a cyclocross rider he is.

Okay, I ended up getting pulled with 2 laps to go.  I’m not sure if the officials really understand how to apply the 80% rule.  Maybe I don’t.  I think that the 5 guys in front of me that they pulled should have been able to finish the race.  I’ll put more effort into figuring it out when I have more energy.

It is supposed to rain tomorrow morning through the afternoon.  Shit.  This course is already muddy enough without adding any more water.  Unless it is an enormous amount of rain, which would make the course less sticky.  Plus the high temperatures is in the lower 40’s.  I’m not really forward to the whole thing.  Three days in a row of running in the mud is probably one day too many.  But, you never know until you try it.

Okay, I’m going to try to go to bed earlier tonight.  Last night was close to 3 am.  I’m nearly 3 hours ahead of yesterday.

Leaving the shower, late this afternoon, this bike was just hanging in this tree. It looked like it had been there a while and was going to stay there. Kind of summed up the day for a lot of the riders.

Close up of the brakes on it. There were a lot of seized up bikes and broken rear derailleurs today.

I was pretty gassed at the top of the slog-up. I could hardly wait to get on my bike and go back down the slick hill.

My hand when I took my glove off. It went nearly down to the bone on my index finger. Ouch.

I went to a carwash and they had a puppy wash there too. First I’ve ever seen at car wash. Pretty cool.

Results.

Yesterday was a long day for me and I didn’t even race.  I think I made a good decision and decided to sit the race out.  I was pretty tweaked from the previous two days and thought the upside was limited compared to the potential downside of competing.

This was really unusual for me.  I can’t really think of a time where I overrode an emotional decision with an intellectual one, concerning competing.  And it was really tugging on me in the morning up until the start of the race.

The intellectual part for not racing was that I hit my left shoulder pretty hard on a wooden post the first lap the day before and it kept me up most of the night throbbing.  Plus my left hamstring and right achilles tendon were feeling “over used”.   Probably from slogging  through ankle deep mud for two hours the previous days.   That and a million guys were ripping off their rear derailleurs on Sunday once again, I decided to sit.

Obvious I wanted to race.  Building up to the start I could hardly stand it.

But this dissipated relatively early because of super bad luck by Logan Owen.  He was leading the race, barely a minute in and got twisted up in some mud and ended up going off-course into the ribbon.  He took a pretty hard fall.  This was right next to where I was standing.  We ran over to see if he was okay and he was holding his left shoulder. He seemed okay and said, as he was still laying on the ground, that he hit his left shoulder pretty hard the day before, on the same wooden post I hit, and it was still super tender.  He didn’t get back on his bike.

His bad luck, for some weird reason, eased my mind on my decision.  Strange how that is.  I very much doubt I would have fallen on my shoulder, but the risk was still there.

Anyway, standing around for 4 hours, sloggy through the same mud, outside of the course, was nearly as hard as racing.  I was wasted after.  The races were super good though.  The women’s race was exciting, as was the men’s.

Everyone was looking pretty beat from the two previous heavy days.  I don’t know, but 3 days of muddy racing might be too hard, even for trained athletes.  Katie Compton was riding pretty strongly, but was all over the course bike handling.  Stephen Hyde had the race completely under control until 1/2 a lap to go and he completely fell apart, opening up the door to Jamie Driscoll who passed him and won.  How disappointing for Hyde.  He was riding a super race. And he and Jamie had both skipped Friday night’s race.

The 6 hour drive back was painless.  We stopped outside Des Moines and met up with Michael Fatka.  I’d left my chainsaw up in Ames last month when I was helping him with his roof and he brought it down.  We had dinner at Panera, got some coffee and drove the last 3 hours.  We got back around 11:30pm, which was relatively early compared to some weekends.

I didn’t sleep so good last night again.  I think I’m going to wait it out a couple days to see how my shoulder heals.  I talked to Stacie and she said there isn’t much back there that really needs attention if it is broken.  I’m surprised it is getting worse still.

Okay, here are a bunch of photos from the last couple days, in no particular order.  There are some better photos by Dave McElwaine here at Velonews.

The post that gave me problems.

This is my friends Kent McNeill’s kid, Dillion. He is killing it on a bike. He’s 14 years old and finished top 3 in the Category 2 races all three days I think.

Jonathan Page had a good weekend, winning on Friday, then finishing on the podium yesterday.

Logan Owen after he fell.

He sat up pretty quickly and seemed alright.

My shoulder after the race Saturday. It was much more swollen on Sunday morning.

So, so many missing rear derailleur walkers.

Stephen Hyde was so good until the last 1/2 lap yesterday.

The Grinch was all over the course. He’s cheering Katie Compton here at the top of Mt. Krumpet.

Local favorite Amanda Miller rolling in yesterday.

Michael and Keith last night at dinner.

This FMB tire would have probably been the best for the weekend. I was riding this same tire on my rear and it was hooking up good.

This was after just one lap in the final race. Crazy.