He's ok if he's not the fastest on the block, but that doesn't lead him to treat cycling like an adult kickball league as so many do. Cycling is important. It's ok to train for it. It's ok to want to be faster, because that's actually more fun than sucking completely. At the same time, being fast doesn't make you better than anyone else, and he knows that, too.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
And this snazzy hat:
and best of all this:
A NEW BIKEREG.COM MUG !!!
How much does it rule to be me right now?
I mean as if Bikereg.com wasn’t already one of my favorite things about bike racing, fast day of reg, great organization for promoters, results, and of course the ability to google stalk everyone pre-preged for a race thanks to the confirmed rider list.
But wait, it get better: As Monkey and I arrived at Druid Hill Park in Baltimore , I was greeted by my team director holding this for me:
That’s right friends, once my BIKEREG.com mug was lost, but now I have two new bikereg.com mugs! For the record, neither of these will ever be in the dishwasher at work.
My heartfelt gratitude goes out to the fine folks Bikereg.com and of course to my team director Mr. Auer. Just another reason I’m proud to be one of the ADG (Auer’s Damn Goons)
I think I’m gonna go double fist some haterade in my Bikereg.com mugs.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
My heart sunk.
I ran down the course to find her but could not. I looped back out and she was at the pit with our teammate Sonja. I got there and found her upset, and obviously a little woobly. Sonja, an athlectic training started to tend to her. I was sick. I was ready to pack up and leave, and get her some help.
She told me to be calm, and that she would be okay. I would 100,000 times rather be hurt than see her hurt. Still she insisted that I do my race, Sonja seemed to think that her ribs/shoulder would be okay so I sat on the trainer and warmed up.
I was tight. I was already feeling some self induced pressure for this race. I have been focused on cross all year, and now it was here, time to belly up to the bar. And here the first real race of the season, Monkey crashes out, and that was just burned in my head. I spun on the trainer recessing to my own world of misery.
Suddenly, one my heros, Mike Yozell came up to me and tapped me on the shoulders. He said, " sit up, take a deep breath and remind yourself we do this for fun..." he continued, "you look all balled up..." Mike was beaming, a new father of Issac Edward, and excited to be out for a race. Congratulations buddy, congratulations.
I took his instructions and I felt a bit better. Thanks Mike.
My race went pretty well. I took the hole shot, then rode scared when I needed to be aggressive. I fell back. With 3 to go I found myself in 11th, and kinda going through the motions. Thinking of monkey and just not focused as I needed to be. I told myself to harden the fuck up. I picked off a couple of guys. I looked up and there was one my DCCoD brothers: Jeff Bohnson. I got on his group and we were moving, he looked back and then was gone. He would go on to win.The final two laps I moved into a group wiht Kyle from Bike Lane, and another dude. I tried to attack them, but couldn't get clear so I sat on wheels, and attacked the last section, to lead out and take a small sprint. End result 6th place: my best MAC result ever. I admit I didn't feel too much like celebrating as Monkey gingerly hung out. I didn't tell her, but I thought her season might be over.
Sunday am 4:30 the alarm goes off.
Teammate Zach who spent the night in the Wes Wing, Diane and I load up and head for Baltimore. Our team's race, the second of the MAC series and one of the region's largest races. We started staking the course, and Diane made it clear despite not being able to pick up her bike without pain, that she was going to do this race. I nervously helped her stage, and watched as she and the 40 other cat 3/4 women took off. She started strong. She adapted her bike carrying technique, and she ripped. Diane, despite her injury laid it out there and came up with her best MAC result ever, 7th place. I am so freaking proud.
My race went well. Missed my pedal at the start, got clear with Mayhew, Rob Collins, Jeff, and Mike M. About 3 1/2 laps into a 5 1/2 lap race, Jeff and Scotter are clear. Mike and I get caught by Joe Reynolds, Adam Driscoll, and Ian Mathasis. They go faster, I implode and go from battling for 3rd, to salvaging you guessed it: 7th place. I did my best, I left it all out there, and came away with a strong finish. The top 5 still eludes me, but frankly it was a hell of a weekend. The ride home, after helping my brothers and sisters in black clean up the course, was a joyous one. Monkey and I both had good days, both walked out with 7th places. Monkey is still a little sore, but her ride today had her smiling a cheshire smile.
> Monkey and I made a pact, since with both got 7th today, our luck is going to be changed now, neither of us is going to crash out of a race for the rest of the year...
> Mayhew spent a good chunk of our race yelling instructions to me. Perhaps this is the newest coaching package, where your coach actually races behind you and shouts for you to attack through the cluster fuck in front of you. When my teammate Zack caught him, he said to Zach, "what are you doing back here with me? get up there and help your teammate!" Mayhew came in a very solid 9th place, nice job coach.
> LWeb took top 10's both days, even scored a UCI point saturday. She is such a bad ass.
> Kelly Cline's last lap surge today can only be called lunitic fringe as he attacked from 26 to 20 place in the elite masters race. That series of final moves that was just amazing to watch. A thing of beauty.
> Props to Kris Auer and Chris Nystrom the mad geniuses behind the Charm City Cross race. Props to all my brothers and sisters in black who showed up before dark to set the course, and hustled all day to make sure the event was flawless. I am so proud to be a part of this team.
good weekend, I'm ready for a good night's sleep for sure.
thanks to Anthony and cyclingcaptured.com for some fine shots...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
This is me:
I am Ginormous. Ugh.
This is a my bikereg.com mug.
Recently, I placed said coffee mug in our company’s dishwasher because it was getting a little gross. Alas when I had come back to get my now clean bikereg.com mug, it was gone. We have a pretty open kitchen, and have plenty of mugs, forks, and knifes that get used by the kitchen masses. It is a pretty socialist company, at least in the kitchen. So at first I wasn’t worried.
Weeks have past and alas my bikereg.com mug has not come back. I sent a few company wide emails looking for it. I’ve check the cabinets and slyly check out anyone who I see drinking from a mug that might sort of look like my bikereg.com mug.
Maybe my bikereg.com mug is now strung out on smack, and stripping in Vegas. Perhaps it’s now singing back up in a rock and roll band. Maybe it’s working for a presidential campaign or headed south to help with the hurricane relief effort. Maybe it’s just sitting on the floor in someone’s car.
Perhaps it has gone to the land of lost items. My Aqualad action figure mysteriously went missing when I was 11. My fat fuck brother swore he knew nothing about it.Six months later I found my Aqualad action figure. My rat fuck brother had dismembered him. I sure hope my bikereg.com mug hasn’t been dismembered. For now I am stuck carrying this old thing:
I wore a long sleeve jersey on my ride tonight. Not because I had to, but because it felt kinda crossy, and looked damn pimpy. Cross is coming my friends, cross is coming fast...
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It was people like Lisa Vible, Bernie MacDonald, Suzy Gerlack, and Chris "Sven" Nystrom that made me want to be a part of Charm City Cyclocross. People dedicated not to their own race, their own results, but people dedicated to growing cyclocross. Chris made a very poinignat comment on my last post that really helps to illustrate why I am such a big fan of his. Please check it out.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Ladies and gentlemen of the C3-Sollay Cyclocross team:
Always wear embrocation.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, embrocation would be it. The long-term benefits of embrocation have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your big ring. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the big ring until you’ve faded or done something silly like run a 1x9.
Trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. However, most of us won't really have a shot at a national championship until we make the 80+ class. So at least we have that going for us.
Fatmarc is fatter than you imagined.
Don't worry about this weekend’s race. Trying focus on one cross race is like trying to catch a fly with chopsticks. The real measure of your season will be the entire picture of all your races. No one race will define your season. The exception to this is nationals. You can suck all year long and win nationals, and it makes everything seem alright.
The really big troubles in your race are likely to be things that never crossed your worried mind, that you can’t control anyway, so why bother wasting the energy trying.
Play with your tire pressure. Yes, 60lbs is way too much.
Run File Treads.
practice your cornering.
Sing on the start line.
Work hard for your teammates and friends. Don't put up with people who use you like a $2 dollar whore.
Take the hole shot.
Don't waste your time on stressing the confirmed rider list. It doesn't control your destiny. It is not a magic 8 ball.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The season is long and, in the end, it's all for fun. We do this because we love it.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the MANbra promoters who kicked you off the email list. Forget the guys that said you doomed your team because your results were bad, and that you only get on teams because of your blog. Forget the people that say they hope you have as much fun when you get upgraded.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me or my therapist how...
Don’t let the chip on your shoulder get too big, even if we all still have something to prove, and you want to destroy the bastards talking smack above.
Love your bike, but remember you can’t buy speed in cross.
Get food and drink into your system after the race. You only have 40 minutes to replenish.
Beer is a great recovery drink. (except for Zach, Sam ,Morgan and Jeb)
Maybe you'll win a race, maybe you’ll win a series, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll fight your way through the huge pack of cat4’s for the next 5 years. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Have fun.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. That is not an endorsement of public nudity.
Celebrate your successes, learn from your mistakes, your best race may not be a race you win or place, but certainly when it all comes together.
Cheer for your teammates, work pit for them, stay for the elite races when you can, get there for the women’s b race when you can. After all what’s the point of a team if we don’t support each other?
Race outside of the MANbra region. Take in as much as you can from the different regions, and learn the traits of each different area. Race in New England, New Jersey, PA anywhere outside of MANbra. Return to our home races a better racer for it.
Accept certain inalienable truths: The day you win a race, you are a sandbagger and will get called out for it. It’s better to work hard and take responsibility for your results, than to moan about someone else being a sandbagger.
Respect your elders. Learn from everyone you can in this game. The moment you think you know it all, you might as well buy a recumbent.
trust me on the embrocation.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Now recently I was in a WAWA and they had something called a vanilla fritter. First let me say that anytime you get a donut from WAWA you’re taking your life in your own hands, donut-wise. The freshness can’t always be guaranteed, and sometimes I think they end up with stale donuts to start with. That being said, I saw the vanilla fritter, and understood that from a flavor standpoint I enjoy vanilla far more than apple, I figured this was a great opportunity for growth, donut-wise.
At this point I will remind you all of the risk reward principle: The greater the risk, the greater the potential reward, and of course the opposite side of that coin, the greater the risk, the greater the potential for complete and utter failure. In this case, utter failure was the end result. First and foremost, I think the vanilla fritter was a month old. Crunchy donuts are never good, next the flavor was just bad. So bad in fact that I had to chuck the damn thing after just two bites. From a dollar cost averaging standpoint, I just went broke. You know donut-wise.
Perhaps it’s karma. Once I made the change from Boston Cream to Apple Fritter, I should have stayed the course. Perhaps I need to stay focused and practice donut monogamy. To top my donut heart break a frickin’ fruit fly dive bombed my coffee this morning and is doing the back stroke in there. Floaters in coffee are always a bad thing. No risk-reward principle here folks, floaters in coffee are always a losing proposition.
Wednesday mornings the car looks like this: Sure it means I have to get up 15 minutes earlier to load the car, but for the betterment of mankind, or at least the DCCoD- it's totally worth it. We’ll call it the mini-cross kit.
All that equipment on a Wednesday does make for a fun night on the bike. Of course I got all this stuff in the car and of course forgot my shoes. Thankfully, Monkey brought them for me.
During drills I finally nailed down a wrong side high speed dismount and remount. First time ever. Of course E-town wasn’t there to see it, or dissect it, but I was pretty happy. Perhaps I was a little too exuberant as Tom (papa smurf) yelled to me “Yeah, your great now shut up and do another 20 sets of barriers maggot !" And Noogie looked at me and yelled, “CUBS WIN!! CUBS WIN !!!” I was a little scared at that one, I guess I’ll have to keep my little celebrations to myself.
Smaller group at practice tonight. Three DCCoDers presented me doctor’s notes prior to the gathering, others may have detention if they don’t have written notes from the parents next week. We run a tight ship over here…
Rob (scooter) actually wrapped up part of his meal and took it home this week. I personally was shocked. Gavigan however, was inspired by Scooter’s eating abilities last week, spent the last three days fasting to take on “the pot” this week. He did not disappoint and cleaned the damn thing. He was working hard, as the sweat on his brow offered the evidence of his effort, but he did it. Truly amazing feats of eating.
El Jefe loves us, or hates us. If this was a porn blog this would be the money shot: