Archive for October, 2008

16
Oct
08

Days 1 & 2 of USAC Coaching Summit

I’m currently in Colorado Springs, CO, attending a coaching summit at the Olympic Training Center, home of USA Cycling. My roommate is Tim Redus, the coach who hosted the regional camp in Lubbock that I attended for a couple of days last June. I miss Tim Becker, my buddy from Seattle, who was at this thing with me 4 years ago, but we’re still having a good time. The lecturers have been awesome, and the networking is really good, too.

We started off with a review of USAC and its’ status economically and growth-wise. Then we got in to our first lecture, all about the effects of Training at Altitude. While not overly practical for me or my clients, it still had some pertinent points about travel to races at altitude, and what you should and should not do, all based on the latest research. The second lecture was by a Basque who was absolutely incredible. He spoke about the science behind tapering, and MAN IS IT A SCIENCE! Wow, my brain was completely full after that. We ended the day with a quick review of the new Trainingpeaks, and it was good to see Gear Fisher and Stephen Hancock. They’re working hard, so I am glad they’re incorporating some things in that I’ve long awaited.

I didn’t get much sleep the first night, but last night, I popped a Lunesta and nodded right off. Tim snores, but it’s not too bad.

This morning, we started with a pretty good, not great, but pretty good, discussion about training at the track. Andy Sparks was the guy who told his girls to wear masks when they came in to Beijing, and the uproar they had to deal with left them both pretty upset. Neither one did that well, even though both were either World Cup or World Championship-level athletes. But you know, my days of velodrome coaching are far, far behind me. I’ll leave that to others. I’m just not comfortable there. I don’t know if I ever will be.

The second lecture was probably my least favorite, but necessary topic. It was all about USADA and their efforts to stop or prevent doping. Oh man. Well presented, but since I was sitting next to a Manager from Rock Racing, we and others were more than a little cynical. But I held my tongue, and we got through it, and went off to lunch without too much eye-rolling.

Dr. Mujika gave the afternoon lecture, this time about one of my absolute most favorite topics, the science of cycling. The lecture was all about the data collected on Indurain and the Banesto/iBanesto team, and how they extracted wattage from HR, LT, and Obla. Pretty freakin’ cool. And he has a new measurement that can give some decent predictions on racing in a semi-aero position. So I’m going to keep working on my 2 by 20’s at Threshold when I am in my “Jens Voigt” position! :)

I also did some note taking and doodling when I was between lectures or between relevant points in the lectures themselves, and came up with a list of priorities for when I get back. I have my work cut out for me, and I’ll probably need MB again for some of it, but I really want to get things going and turnkey so I can reduce some of the stress on Amy. I ran in to Ken Kontor at this meeting as well, so I need to write. Get published. Do things to further me along the route of coach.

I also miss my dog. I think I’ll pick her up on my way back from the airport.

Dinner tonight is at a brewpub. I need some happy-go-lucky right now. Gotta get the mojo enthusiasm back from August.

16
Oct
08

Glen Rose Rally Review, Oct 2008

Amy and I traveled down to Glen Rose last weekend, for our fourth visit to the Paluxy Pedal, a rally with lots of rolling hills, moderate temps, and chip-seal. Amy opted for the 60-miler, and I opted for the 80-miler. We drove down on Friday night, after leaving Shadow with Vic & Betty. It’s almost like she goes immediately into spoiled brat mode when she gets in there. She LOVES the back yard, and when Duke is there, the neighbors’ Australian Sheepdog, the two of them are like peas & carrots. They really are best friends, and it will make any heart lighter to see them wrestle and chase each other around.

Saturday morning, We showed up to slightly cool temps and very little breeze, and riding through the parking lot I saw a couple of Mirage jerseys here & there, and we waved or said hello to each other. There were a lot of Loncar riders, and a couple of regulars from the SPIN classes, like Carla and Jim Strauss. At the start line, the 45-milers went first (kind of confusing, but not too much trouble), and initially, besides David McIntosh and myself, I really didn’t see anyone else up front. There were a lot of Moritz and some Dallas Bike Works riders, and several others, but not too many competitive Miragees. Then, about a minute before the ‘hand cannon’ went off (a tradition to fire a flintlock pistol that goes with a thunderous roar), John Eder, Todd Hollenshead, and one other Mirage rider showed up about 80 yards down from the official start.

We all headed out and we were mostly grouped near the front. We caught some early departure riders, and mainly kept a solid tempo going, with the help of a Colonel’s rider who was on a P3, had a slight accent (Aussie?) and said he was a pro triathlete. He pretty much stayed near the front the whole time.

We kept the tempo fairly high, and soon we were down to a gruppetto of maybe 30, with roughly the same 7 characters sharing the load at the front. Though high, everyone seemed to be waiting for the infamous “Wall”. But there were dozens of good rollers leading up to it.

About 20-25 miles in, Eder took a flyer and got off the front of the pack, trying to bridge to the Colonel’s rider, who was about 30 seconds up on us. Now, I need to digress a short bit and give a quick overview of my relationship with him. He’s a good cyclist, and he’s nice off the bike, but on the bike, well, he’s sort of a butthead. In June, at the age-based State Championships, he hid and hid and hid and held a poor line for the first 35 miles, and only after I went out and took a mondo flyer to try and create a break, did he just take off with another group and just basically abused all the work I had done. I later caught up to him, but again, he used me and took zero pulls, and then, with about 8 miles to go, But talking with him later, he said that midway through his bridge, he f’in flatted with a slow leak, and he hustled a little bit faster to try and get as far ahead as possible so that he could fix the flat and try to hop back on. No joy – his spare had a hole in it, and he was OTB.

The wall itself was where all the action occurred. We had caught the Colonel’s rider about 4 miles before it, and we were all doing a pretty good clip, even in the hills behind the Wildlife Sanctuary, when it beckoned. I started off on the front of the hill, only to be passed by the Colonel’s rider as we climbed. Then out of NOWHERE, Todd showed up on my right, and COOKED IT up the hill. A Moritz rider who was half-wheeling me utterred a last gasp as he fell backward, and suddenly, it was Todd taking the first Merit Badge from the Scouts at the top, and me taking the second. I rolled up next to him and said “Let’s GO!” and we simultaneously began revving up the cadence and shifting gears.

The only rider who was able to catch on was the Colonel’s cyclist, and the three of us maintained a VERY high tempo for about 4 miles, until the Colonel’s rider got a flat right in front of the entrance to the Rough Creek Lodge, and bowed out. Then it was just the two of us. We looked back and besides a few 45-milers, we saw no one. I said “You want to take this thing? Go 1 & 2 or 1 & 1?” Todd’s reply? “Let’s just go until we get there!”

After that it was beautiful. Two white jerseys, working SEAMLESSLY on 20-30 second pulls over gorgeous countryside and sun-baked roads. The winds were picking up a little, but we stitched our weaving thread at about 25+ mph for just under an hour, until we got to the 60-mile turnoff. Todd then waved me on through, and said he was going for the 60. He had to have won it by well over 10 minutes.

The next 30 miles were a solo effort on my part at roughly 20-23mph, with definite dips in speed on hills and in headwinds. Final time was 3:18 or so for the ‘80′, which actually ended up being a ‘72′. Todd was already gone when I arrived.

Todd, I hope you get to read this.

I am absolutely amazed at the fitness, talent, determination, and strength you showed today, and I am absolutely grateful that you were on-site so that we could ride together. The compliments after each pull were mutual, the finesse with which you rode was subtle and refined, and…

MAN I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL NEXT SEASON WHEN YOU KICK THE LIVING BEJEEBERS OUT OF SOME UNSUSPECTING 3′S IN THE SPRING AND SUMMER CLASSICS!

Dude, you rock, and you made today one of my finest mornings on a bike. Thanks.

13
Oct
08

Ft. Davis Rally review

Wow, man, I am feelin’ pretty good about my riding right now. Sure, it helps when some people don’t show up, but you know, you compete against those who make the trip, and there’s plenty of competition to go around.

Amy and I traveled all the way out to Ft. Davis in September, her first trip out there in 3 years. We stayed at the Harvard Hotel, and made a good weekend out of it. Friday we spent fixing up our bikes, traveling to Marfa and then Alpine, walking around some shops and art galleries (not many, even there the economy seems to have sort of dried up), and then rode our bikes about 40 miles up the Big Loop. That night, we attended a stargazing show at the McDonald Observatory, something that was truly spectacular. We saw the International Space Station, an undocked supply module, and some of the most vivid stellar objects we’ve ever seen. The evening was perfect- no moon for the longest time, crystal clear skies, and a milky way that was just gorgeous.

Saturday we got up early, enjoyed a small breakfast in the car, and then I rolled out with a group of maybe 30. We held steady until maybe mile 35, when several riders started attacking on the rolling hills of the back side of the course. One rider took off for what we call a “Snot Pull”, where you jump ahead, blow schnoz, and then roll back. I went with him. After about 30 seconds, we looked back, and BOOM, the gruppetto was about a minute behind us. I said, “Let’s go”, and together we pulled all the way to the base of the first major climb, Bear Mountain. There, I pulled ahead a little early, and started my pacing for the 5 minutes or so that were necessary to get up the hill. First to the top, I never saw anyone again.

For the next 36+ miles, I soloed off the front, and finished in 3:30, about 10+ minutes ahead of everyone else. I was elated. I had timed my energy consumption and expenditure perfectly, and I think my pedal stroke and positioning were aggressive enough to help me pull this off. The rest of the afternoon and evening were perfect. Amy came in around 6:15, and I drove up the course to find her and cheer her on. She had a blast.

That night, we went to the pasta dinner at the Prude Ranch, and ended up having supper with a great couple from Austin. They were fun, the kids were nice, and when the raffle was held, everyone went away with something, including the little girl, who got cash for $100!!! Whoa! Amy won a Topeak Panoram Cycle Computer, and I took home a great water bottle with a gel holder inside it. We slept like rocks that night, happy and sore and exhausted.

Sunday we did the Hill Climb. Due to a lingering injury, Amy elected to not do it, but I was going to try for the Polka Dot Jersey. I led over the first hill, and was feeling pretty strong, when a cyclist from Juarez rolled by me on the descent toward the second, longer hill, and just basically took 80m on me. After that, I was never able to close the gap on him. We seesawed closer and further apart, but in the end, he took me by about 35 seconds at the top. The one awesome story from the Hillclimb is that at the bottom of Hill 2, I had a guy hanging on to my wheel, and I just pedaled steady at about 290w, and just kept the guy in front of me in site. Suddenly, about 3/4 of the way up, I heard this large gasp, and then, nothing. Just my own breathing. I’d done it. I had cracked the guy. He finished almost a minute behind me. It felt awesome.

Second place to a Cat 1 is fine and it’s something I think I can be proud of. That and the prize money was also pretty cool, though I forget just how much.

The trip back was also cool – we listened to “The Adventures of the Thunderbolt Kid”, by Bill Bryson, and laughed so hard I almost drove off the road at one point. Given the crap that has occurred this past summer, this was one fitting bookend to it, and we were set to end it on a pretty high note.

I’ll post about Glen Rose at another time. Thanks for reading.

13
Oct
08

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