This race is streaming live at Trekbikes.com. Women’s race is going on now. Men’s race after. Here is the link for the live coverage.
Today is the last day of this week. That is a good thing I guess. Nothing like a fresh start of the week tomorrow. For me, it is the same old, same old. I think I’m getting better, but it is by such small amounts that it really is hard being anything but demoralized. That is probably my general mindset as of now.
Yesterday there was the beer mile held here in Topeka. My bike group started doing this maybe 3 years ago and it is growing, not by much, but by a tad. Yesterday there were 14 runners total. Two groups of 7. About 1/2 the people are straight up cyclists, the other half runners and such.
I actually drove the mile over to the race. I’m not driving any better than walking, so it was slow going.
It was fun. Watching at least. 4 beers, 4, 1/4 mile laps. Pretty hot for October, mid 80’s. Breezy, wind blowing over 20.
There was a fair amount of puking. Puke and you have to run an extra lap. I haven’t puked since I was realeased from the hospital. Mainly, most likely, I haven’t been eating that much. Plus, I haven’t had any alcohol, beer, wine or anything, so I’m missing that stimulus. Also, no coffee either. I’m not sure what that is all about, but for some reason, I have no desire for any coffee. I’ve been drinking a bunch of hot chocolate, but no coffee.
Okay, a bunch of photos below. About done here. I only have about 10 minutes of computer time in me before I go into a tail spin. I did slept 2 hours tonight, but the problem is it is 1 am, so the night is going to be pretty long. I might try sleeping again, once this pain killer kicks in a tad more.
Gonna be a short one today. Last night wasn’t much sleep. Like virtually none. I’m not exactly sure what I need to be doing right now. Seems like I need to go see a neurosurgeon but I don’t have an appointment under next Wednesday. Maybe I can move that appointment up some. Seems like I should be feeling better as time goes on, not worse. It will be two weeks tomorrow. It is the longest two weeks of recent memory, even though my memory is not the best nowadays.
Okay, if I get feeling better, then maybe I can come up with something better to write about, but this headache thing is overwhelming right now. I don’t quite get it. I’ve wacked my head multiple times during my lifetime and have never felt anything such as this. It is mildly depressing. If this goes on much longer, I might have to consider start wearing a helmet training.
I don’t like rust. It ruins so much nice stuff. And once it becomes rust, the stuff is horrible for skin. Working on a car with rust is not very rewarding.
I don’t like ticks. I actually hate ticks. Ticks are my least favorite bugs, by a factor of 10.
I don’t like/nearly hate, people that throw trash out of their cars while driving. I have no understanding of their thought process. It is like they want to live in a terrible world.
I don’t like sitting in traffic. Who does? Sitting in traffic is a complete waste of time and it would be very difficult for me to live somewhere where there is a high chance I’d be in stopped traffic on a daily basis.
I’m not big with laundromats. I’m not even sure where that word came from. I’ve spent a fair amount of time washing clothes in these places and most the people that I run into I don’t want to know personally.
I don’t much like eggplant. I eat just about everything, but eggplant never took. That and pea soup. Add to that canned peas. Fresh peas are fine, but I don’t run into them that often.
I don’t like hearing gunshots when I’m out riding in the country. I don’t have any idea when way the gun is pointed, so it spooks me, as it should.
On the gun subject, I’m not big on hunting for sport. Most of the time, the way I see it, there isn’t much sport in hunting. It is just killing.
I don’t like dressing up for an appointment. I try to make it a point to limit things I do that require dressing up.
I don’t like walking downhill. Especially downhill for a long time. I like hiking, but dread the downhills.
Overeating should be on this list. I rarely do it, but when I do, I hate it.
On that subject again, I don’t much like buffets. I can’t stand looking at how much food the majority of patrons tend to heap on their plates. It is one of the 7 deadly sins.
Waking up from too long of naps is not good. I am grouchy and more tired than before the nap.
I hate sticking to my jeans after I’ve crashed. Jeans and sheets. I came up with using Saran Wrap, back in the day, now Tegadrem is the ticket. It still occurs some though.
I don’t like waking to a cloudy day when I expect a sunny one. It sets a bad tone.
I don’t like skipping breakfast. I nearly can’t function without breakfast.
Injustices. Obviously, by definition, they are unfair. Too many of these occur nowadays.
I’m not big on bad dog breath. I love dogs though. Same with people, other than I don’t love people as much as I do dogs.
I could probably keep going all day. These are just a few. Any of your own?
I’ll write a longer post on Jingle Cross when I have a little more time. I usually just get moving after races. I usually don’t sleep much after hard efforts, so sort of wished we would have driven the 6 hours home after the race last night. I was up until 3 am anyway. We would have been back at least an hour before then.
The race yesterday for me was terrible. I really didn’t have that bad a race considering, but the result was horrible.
I was lined up on the last row, as usual. I’m not sure why I get so unlucky on the draw at UCI races. The guy ahead of me missed his pedal when I was already going, so I hesitated some and then we were at the very back.
I passed a bunch of guys hitting the first mud section and then dismounted for the 100 meter off-camber run. I maybe had 15 guys behind me, but then it went south. Someone behind me slipped and grabbed my rear wheel to steady themselves. That pushed my handlebars into the metal fencing and my bars got wedged into a small triangle in the fencing. By the time I got it out, I was in last by a mile.
I got going and sort of caught the back of the last guys and was gassed. We had to run up Mt. Krumpet super early in the lap and by the time I got to the top of it, I was hurt.
It is weird in cross, you can ride the speed of your group and if your group is going slow, then that is sort of your speed, especially early season. I had to get off my bike again and straighten my brake lever on the climb. It was twisted and was pulling my rear brake on.
Anyway, I rode 4 laps and then got pulled. I was going about a minute a lap slower than the back of the top ten. I was doing 9 minute laps and they were doing closer to 8. That didn’t seem that bad really considering how unprepared I was to do a race of this caliber. I honestly can’t say the food poisoning deal I had a couple weeks ago was an issue. I wasn’t riding all that badly, for me, I was just a bit off all around. My bike handling was super rusty, but got better.
I looked at some of the other categories and compared to all the master’s times, I was good. I was nearly 2 minutes a lap faster than my age group in masters, but that is to be expected. But really, comparing different races is just make believe. That being said, I think I would have finished 5th in the women’s race, so I could have been competitive there, if I were a girl.
Like I said above, I didn’t sleep much. We’re nearly to Des Moines, so should be back to Kansas by early afternoon. I am surprised I’m not sore from the 45 minutes I rode. I would have thought my legs and back would be wasted, but not so, which is nice.
Okay, I’m just rambling. Tucker is out on the bench seat. He isn’t used to hanging out all day at a cross race. He had a blast, but he needs to sleep some during the day. Especially three days in a row. Me neither it seems. It was a harsh was to start the cross season. It was a mildly embarrassing and enormously humbling day. I’ll figure it out soon..
Okay, pictures probably sum up my race better than too many words. I had low expectations, that I was exceeding, but the bike gods weren’t happy with me for some reason.
I picked a lousy start number and only a few guys had worse. But, no one was really that excited at the back of the field and I rolled up a couple rows to chat with Bjorn Selander since we were lined up so early.
The course was pretty awful. Like very sticky, clogging mud. It had been that way most of the day, but was getting worse as it dried out. Lots of running, even when it was just flat. I wasn’t at all motivated for that. I haven’t ran a step since Jinglecross last year really.
But, I didn’t run that badly. We dismounted about 400 meters into the race and did a 100 meter mud slog and I was alright. I actually passed a couple guys. Then we had to go up Mt. Crumpet, which was a surprise to pretty much the whole back row. It wasn’t marked during the pre-ride, which I didn’t do. I didn’t get into the mud until about 100 meters into the race.
Anyway, I jogged past a few more guys going up the climb and had moved up close to the top 20, start number 58, skipping some numbers, so I’d passed maybe half the field. And I wasn’t gassed, which surprised me.
Anyway, going down the descent, into the sandpit, I was seated pedalling and hit a small bump. I heard my seatpost make a bad noise and realized it broke. It stayed on a 100 meters and then the seat and seatpost fell off into the mud. I was thinking how hard it was going to be to ride in this deep mud off my seat.
I only had a few hundred meters to go to the pit, which was lucky. I got back on my A bike, I’d already switched 1/2 a lap in and was passing guys still. Be just after the barriers, just a bit after the pit, I heard a horrible noise and my rear derailleur was gone. I stood there a second, thinking how far I’d have to run to get back to the pit and realized it would be more than a kilometer.
So, I just walked back to a course crossing and made my way back to the pit. Done.
I don’t know why I had a Easton Carbon post on my bike. Well, that isn’t true. I had no seat on my B bike when I was working on it, so I just pulled the seat and seatpost off an old cross bike to put it in the stand. I meant to put an Eriksen post on, but sort of forgot about it with all the stuff going on. What a mistake.
The derailleur thing was not that unusual. I don’t know how many people I’d seen without derailleurs. Out of the 4 people racing from the Topeka area, 3 of us ripped off rear derailleurs. There are 100’s gone. That isn’t an exaggeration.
Okay, the World Cup is this afternoon. I’ve pieced my bikes back together. I put the Eriksen ti post on that should have been there originally. I had a Di2 rear derailleur plus a wire, which was destroyed. Plus the dropout, which I had. I didn’t have an 11 speed chain for some reason. Man, do you have to carry around a lot of stuff for cyclocross. I’m going over to the venue to hopepully get a chain from Shimano. So, my bikes should be in working order for tomorrow’s C1 race.
There are so many people here. LIke 10’s of thousands. The parking is so far away. It is great. Maybe better than Worlds in Louisville. I think the course is going to dry up some before the races later this afternoon. It should be good to watch. Alright, need to go for a ride.
Here are some of the pictures that described my race last night.
I guess my bad luck continued yesterday at the Giro Della Montagna criterium. Like the day before, there isn’t that much to write about. It was just a normal criterium.
The race is at the Italian section of St. Louis. We used to all go to a Bocce Ball place and have a meal and play Bocce after the race. But I guess the race has gotten way too big for that anymore. Shame.
The race is pretty much up a hill on the back stretch and back down to the finish. Not a big hill by any means, but enough to get you tired after doing it for 75 minutes. The front of the race’s pace makes riding further back risky. The 1st three corners can get jammed up, thus you have to scrub a lot of speed, which you have to make up somewhere else on the course. But yesterday’s race didn’t really get out of control.
The end of the race was interesting. There were a few guys off the front, which one must have been a UHC rider. I say that because UHC lined up on the inside for the leadout the last 3 laps, but were just hovering there, trying to protect their position at the front without chasing. It made it hard to move up since we were riding curb to curb.
I got into just okay position with a couple laps to go. I was swarmed a couple times and had to battle back up. I wasn’t in great position, but great position in this race would require too much energy to hold.
I was maybe 20 guys back with one to go, on the outside, but the inside line was going faster. I stuck to where I was at and into the first corner, it looked like it opened up for John Purvis, a friend from Arkansas. He had just come here yesterday for the last two races. He borrowed some tools from me before the start.
John was going around the outside of the first turn and I followed him. He looked like he was going to be fine, but I think maybe the guy to his inside did a small swerve and he mimicked it, but whatever happened he was headed for the curb at the wrong angle. I saw it coming but couldn’t do anything about it. He slid out and hit the barrier and curb. I grabbed a lot of brake, tried to cut the corner short, but his bike flipped back into the course and I flipped over the bars.
I was more disappointed than pissed. It was super bad luck. I had not used much energy the previous few laps and think I had one good lap in me. But, no replays, so I’ll never know. The sprint isn’t good for me, going downhill, so I would have just tried to be as far up as possible going into the last corner, then just try to maintain.
John came over to the van and asked me if I was alright, which was nice. He told me that he didn’t really know what happened. He said that was the first time he has ever crashed on the road. He races cross, so he must have fallen in cross races. I told him it was my 2nd crash in 3 days, so don’t worry about it. It is just part of racing. It’s a bad part of racing, but part none the less. He said his back was sore, which I sympathized with. My back is tweaked too.
So three out of 4 races done. At least I’m getting in pretty much a full race each day, if nothing else. Today’s race is at Benton Park and is pretty difficult. It is more like a hard circuit race and not a criterium. I was thinking about skipping it, since I’m pretty beat up, but that isn’t how I’d normally operate, so I’m going, even though my heart isn’t completely into it.
Yesterday I took Tucker to the bike path that runs North out of St. Louis, along the Mississippi. It was already pretty warm, so I didn’t want to run him too long. We went maybe 3 or 4 miles. After the run, I went to a easy access point and he swam some in the river. He wasn’t used to a current, so was a little panicked. I ended up swallowing a bunch of water, which he puked up pretty quickly, but he had a good time. He really doesn’t like being too hot. Then late last night, we went over to Forest Park, the biggest park in Central St. Louis for another romp. He seems to be having a pretty good time here, even if I’m not.