040: opening weekend

Nittany Cross

The first race of cross season is always so exciting. The only feeling that I can try and equate it to is the first day of school, seeing friends I haven’t seen in a while, digging in for a new season of cross. Totally awesome. Fuck, who am I kidding I never got this excited for school. I admit I had some additional stress coming into the race. Friday, Diane realized that her knee just wasn’t going to happen this fall, and she pulled the plug on her season all together. That was a tearful, angry tough decision. UGG.
Next, I am starting in a new class, had no call up, and frankly was unsure if it was going to be a scrum start or order of registration or what. Comes to find out the entire call up for the masters was fucked up. I think they used the ’07 rankings, the wrong people were in the wrong places, then it was all scrum. Look, I’m old, I’m tired, I can’t afford to waste energy on the scrum. Make this easy: use the right rankings, then go by order of registration for god’s sake.

Aside from the call up fiasco, Andy and company did a marvelous job, the venue rules, the course was awesome fun, results were fast, everything was awesome. Hats off to the Nittany crew. Get the call up protocol down and you guys will be total rock stars. Grumpy cross nerds like me get all worked up over stuff like call ups.
Anyway, I scrummed myself into the 5th row. Got a good start. I’m pretty confident in my abilities to get through traffic, I moved up into the top 20, as high as 16th. Halfway through the 2nd lap I rolled my tubular. Shocker huh? You know I roll tubulars like it’s my freaking job. When I signaled to Diane that I was coming in with a rolled tubular I could tell she was more bummed than me. I fell back into 35th or so and tried to move back up into the points, but it was too fast, and I made very little forward progress at that point. In the end Kelly and I went back and forth a few times, before I was able to slip away and finish 31st. Fuck, I just got the Heisman, no points, no call up for the Granogue/Wissahickon weekend … yet….

You know my day was kinda made when Monkey was celebrating International Talk Like A Pirate day by wishing ole Jan a happy birthday in Pirate speak. Jan has promised a long and painful retribution… That was funny as hell.
Later that night, Monkey and I hosted the boys (Zach, Gunnar and Jeffy). We had pasta and watched Office Space. Zach is working on the TPS reports right now, and Gunnar has a red swingline stapler on order.
Monkey was on a conference call with some Facebook friends reviewing how I destroyed this glue job and getting some ideas and additional techniques for hoping to keep my rubber on the wheels. The next morning as soon as I saw Jan he had some other ideas to help keep my tires on the wheel. It’s good to have great people around you. Thanks guys.

Talking to Gunnar about my race, I commented that I was glad that I could get some space between Kelly and I before the finish. Gunnar asked me if Kelly was a great sprinter. I commented, “not particularly, but fighters fight. Fighters fight.”

Charm City

Early Sunday morning. My C3-Athletes Serving Athletes brothers and sisters and I get to the venue long before the sun comes up and start putting the course together. This year Nystrom and Auer made some subtle changes that even further dialed in the course. Like Saturday it was a fast course, but with the new stairs, and the section on top of the stairs, it was so much fun. I had probably 10 folks come up to me and tell me how great the course was, how great the event was. Congrats to everyone. Proud to apart of the home team.

The C3 start followed protocol, and was much less stressful for me. Everyone with points got a call up, then by order of registration. Sweet, I was 4th row, as the 3rd nerd to register for the race over a month ago on a faithful August morning at 7:00am …
The prospect of getting shut out of the points again weighed pretty heavily on me. I really didn’t want to rely on early registration for my staring spot at Granogue. The whistle went off and I got a good start. Again I worked through traffic well, and battled for wheels. It was tough racing. The first two laps were the fastest I have ever raced. I was dangling on the back of a group. I would start to get gapped and then creep back on in the corners. Out of the corners it was sprint and hope for the best. In the end, I finished up 16th. Grabbed some points, and best of all I kept my tires on the rim. All in all a pretty damn good race for me…

A couple of other highlights:

- I announced the cat4 race at 9:00. It was fun. At 9:25 one of the racers from Route 1/Arrow Bicycles gave me the finger as I made the observation that my teammate Kevin Dillard was sitting on his wheel using him. I may have encouraged Kevin to continue using than rider for all he is worth. That was pretty funny. So Mayhew/Ken/Joe/Erik how long did it take you to have someone tell you that you were number one?
- Monkey, Sven and I ran the kids race, that was HUGE. I have to apologize to everyone that had to watch me walk around in my skinsuit while we ran the races. Really, I don’t love the lycra all that much. The kids race was directly after Nystrom and My race. Essentially we came off course and right to the kids race. It’s not too creepy that a fatguy in lycra was having about 30 kids race around the field was it? As we handed out water bottles stuffed with candy to the kids I said to one cute little girl, “any other time it’s not okay to take candy from a man wrapped in spandex in the city park…” Her mother laughed.

- How badly is your coach willing to help you get better and race well? Well to say I was a little anxious before my race might be an understatement. Right after Mayhew came off the course from his excellent 3rd place ride, I called him over. I directed him, “Dude stand here.” I proceeded to attack him using a duck under to body lock and drove him up in to the air in a bear hug. To say he was startled might be an understatement as he exclaimed, “whoa! Whoa!1” I set him gently on the ground, and said, “sorry dude, wrestled for 15 years, felt like I needed to get that out of the system.” I grabbed my bike and set off to stage, I was now ready to go. What other coach offers that kind of service huh?
- I hugged two good friends this weekend both told me the loved me. Good people, really good people out there.

Anyway, great weekend, it felt great to back with the Mid-Atlantic Brotherhood and Sisterhood, it felt great to be racing again.

Man, I fucking love this game.

pictures stolen from Dennisbike.com

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fatmarc
“Yeah, well, that may be. But at least I never slept with Lumbergh.”

039: no substitutions

I am a simple man. I love my rituals, and my routines. As cross season in the Mid-Atlantic swells and perches on the edge of opening I have felt some anxiousness this week. More than the normal fluctuation in confidence. As I move to a harder class, I fully expect to get slapped around a bit. The question is how much?
Certainly those all too familiar pangs of doubt have crept into my head and into my dreams. I’ve spent too much time on bikereg.com. I have argued out loud with the crossresults.com race stalker. Do you know what a bawler Dan Brill is? Chris effing Long, I've never even come close to Chris Long. How can Jan and Disco be listed behind me when they have dropped me on every ride I have done with them this year.
I ask myself: Have I trained hard enough? Am I good enough? Am I ready? All of that will be sorted out pretty damn quickly when the gun goes off Saturday and Sunday.
Perhaps making me most anxious of all, coming into this weekend, I don’t feel like I have my rhythm at all.

One of my favorite things about cross is the rhythm that shapes up as the season unfolds. Each week, getting to the race early, pre-riding, registering, following a consistent routine. As this season opens for me a new class means an entirely different game plan race day. With Diane not racing, and her race moved to 11:00, there is no need for us to be at the venue before dawn. My new race time of 1:15, will mean slightly altering my eating schedule. Do I eat twice? How about coffee? With this year be another red bull year? Am I a two donut guy now?
Through it all I pull upon one certainty that brings me some comfort. It was a tip given to me by my coach a few years ago. On my training plan for opening week that year, he scheduled my workouts. A couple of loose efforts to keep the legs open and supple. He advised that I pack early, and to get a few laps in before my race. But perhaps most importantly he wrote, “ two nights before the race, be sure to wrap your handlebars with new tape, And make sure it is white tape.” He continued “ Take your bikes with freshly wrapped white handlebar tape, and go race your ass off.”

For me, the start of every season since then, it’s been the same: Fresh White Handlebar tape.
Accept no substitutions.

Hope to see you this weekend.

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Fatmarc
“game on.”

038: five days and counting

I have been a busy bee…

Putting in some last efforts, some last touches…

I’ve even had some ideas for some tweaks to the fairhill course.

I put out a note that I was going to be doing the Queen B ride this weekend. This is usually a pretty mellow, very steady 50 mile ride. The end result was that a pack of angry, hungry crossers showed up, and not many of the usual queen B riders.

The ride was steady, but anything but mellow. My apologies to anyone who showed up and got something different than normally advertised. The pace was such that I couldn’t take the time to take any jackass group ride shots. It was a hard day. I struggled to stay on the group at some points. It was a little more than I was looking for on this day. I only really have one thing to say about that.

It was CZ’s fault.

Congratulations to BL Rich who turned a crank in anger and was able to win the 35+ expert class at Bear Creek Last weekend. Rich is a great guy and a class act, I was very happy for him in his victory.
Cross Opens this weekend, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling some anxiousness and some nerves. My first full year in the Master’s 1/2/3, I’m looking forward to learning a new class, but really nervous … It’s like it’s all new again… I have been spoiled with front row call up the past two years in the Killer B’s. I’ve started from the back before, I’m pretty good in traffic, but opening weekend often has larger then normal fields, and anything can happen in the packs.

That scares me a little bit. All I can do is control my ride, focus, and put forth my best effort and hope for the best. Mentally I am trying to approach this the way I do when I race outside of the region, lineup and let it rip, and the finish will work itself out. Truth is I wouldn’t be nervous if I didn’t care, and I do care. I need to get some points man, just a few points…. Can you spare a brother a couple of MAC points?
The point mongering for call ups has begun.

I’d gladly pay you on Tuesday for some points today….

I’m feeling good, I have some skin in this game, and I have high expectations. My confidence is up from where I was a few weeks ago, I’m driving the bikes well. Now I just need to go out and have some fun and make things happen. Race and race hard.

If you haven’t registered all ready for Charm City, then it means one of two things:

1. You are super pro and really fast, because the super pro thing to do is to not register until the last moment. You know gotta keep the options open.

2. You don’t have any points, and like the idea of starting in the total back. Come from behind victories are the total best.

Anyway, if you haven’t registered you should. And while you’re at it, you should go here, for the MABRA opener, which I will wax at length about next week, and of course you should be getting your name in the hat for Granogue and Wiss weekend the “King and Queen of Cross” weekend.

Let me also mention that the 9:00, 10:00 and 11:00 races will be staged by order of reg for Granogue so get in there folks, get your name in there….

Someone get me a drink…

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fatmarc

Rep. Joe Wilson (R-SC), tennis legend Serena Williams and recording artist Kanye West held a press conference in Washington, DC today to kick off the first annual National Outburst Week.

"We're here to celebrate every American's right to unleash a sudden, unprovoked verbal outburst," Ms. Williams said. "And if you don't like it, you can shove this tennis ball down your fucking - " "Hold up, Serena," said Mr. West, seizing the microphone. "I just want to say that Beyonce's video is one of the greatest videos of all -" "You lie!" shouted Rep. Wilson.

037: wet grass; kick ass

Wet Grass
Kick Ass

4 hit the deck.

Tom taking the worst of it. Talked to him this morning he seems to be okay. Let’s hope we can get him back out on the bike next week.
Bill is new to the cross game. A piece of off camber snuck up on him and appeared to take him down. Sneaky off camber has been the down fall of all of us.

Kid Chris, Dr. Collins, and Blair Blair continued to ride on the sharp end of the efforts. Collins went hot into a 180 and slid out taking the Canadian with him. Once I confirmed that everyone was fine after the slip and sliding, I attacked before they could get back to speed, securing my first and perhaps only “win” of an effort for the year. Mark that goal off the list.

Hollow Victory you say? Don’t rain on my parade I’ll take whatever I can get in this group. The pack was breathing down my neck all night. I’ve asked K-man and Bennie da Jeweler to return my rear wheel as they were glued to it all night.

Slip and Slide was the name of the game, as most of the group reported drifting through corners, and performed odd bicycle acrobatics to keep things moving forward. Does anyone do it better than Dennisbike? Maybe Lauri. So impressive.

Frankly it was wonderful practice, and a great chance to see what the cross bike can do.

I wasn’t thinking that as I drifted my front wheel around a corner with 2/3 of the DCCoD on my wheel. Letting out a high pitched squeal, I was able to keep from stacking it, but perhaps used one of my nine lives in the process.

As many of you know Monkey glued my tubulars. On wet off cambers, the passed the first test. That’s good because last year I was rolling tubulars like it was my job.

Fun times for sure.

No tacos for me on this night, 1 had to get home to clean the grass of the bike.

Ryan looking debonair...


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Fatmarc
“What if the writer is attempting to create a story where nothing much happens,” Cage says, “where people don’t change, they don’t have any epiphanies, they struggle and are frustrated, and nothing is resolved?” Wouldn’t that be more “a reflection of the real world”?

036: Congrats...

15: I find it a little disturbing that a game involving bean bags and boxes is called "cornhole" just saying...
14: no one should make a bride cry anything but tears of joy on her wedding day. The proprietor of the Earlyston Manor didn't quite get it. Luckily that would be the only hitch, or area of unkindness on the day. Let me say this, when Mr. Angry Bed and Breakfast owner gets to the pearly gates, if it's close for him getting in, how he treated folks on this day was pretty bad, and not helping his case.

13: Quite the opposite, Ernie and Kathy at the Keller House were amazing. We had a wonderful time. The rooms were super, the food was outstanding, and the folks could not have been more kind. I enjoyed the peek a boo shower curtains,Monkey and I both relaxed around the coy ponds... 12: my friends over at Visit PA.com are well known for their prowess on their mountain bikes, but what they might not be as well known for is their amazing dance moves. Mike Kuhn's pole work is something that has to be seen to be believed. I'm thinking they make next year's MTV's best dance crews. 11: Wedding dancers are awesome. Somewhere deep in my soul I wish I could be one. Sadly the score is Fatmarc two left feet= no dancing. I do enjoy watching folks dance, not in a "I'm too cool to dance" kinda way, but that I love watching folks having a really good time. Maybe someday.., I do like to slow dance...

10: I think I could sit and BS with Jimbo for days.

09: At the rehearsal dinner Wes and Regan presented all of the groomsman with a unique pair of vans to wear during the wedding. Mine were green, super sweet: 08: LWeb and the rest of the Bahnson Clan 07: Ethan and Megan looked great. Ethan is doing very well in school, and very soon will be an outstanding lawyer I am sure. Either that or he'll be taking over Orville Redenbacher Popcorn Company... 06: potential Christmas card material? 05: Christmas Card plus Liz material? 04: Monkey says I need a hair cut. I asked if she didn't like the Anton Sugar look. She replied she didn't like the Amish boy look. 03: Everyone was having a great time: 02: We'll call these the Money Shots: 01: congratulations to Wes and Regan. Thank you for letting me apart of an awesome freaking' weekend.

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fatmarc
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."

035: cake practice

no, dear god, no, today's title is not to insinuate that this week's edition of DCCoD cross practice was any less challenging than normal. In fact, I found myself really getting slapped around good tonight. If this trend continues it could be a long hard season.
But with my C3-Athletes Serving Athletes teammate Gunnar Bergey and his awesome dad Randy stopping in on their way home, we felt the need to celebrate with cake.
Actually today is Gunnar's 16th birthday, and L-Web baked an amazing cake to share with the group.

I mean seriously, if you mention cake in front the brothers and sisters of the DCCoD, well shit count on it as eaten.
another good night, another great time.

I heart cross practice.

happy birthday Gunnar.

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fatmarc
"But our universe is alive with sparks. We have at our fingertips an infinite capacity to light a spark of possibility. Passion, rather than fear, is the igniting force. Abundance, rather than scarcity..."

034: I heart steve nash

Let's say you are Steve Nash.
You are one of the 10 best point guards to ever play basketball in the NBA. Maybe even one of the 5 best. You are in China, on business, you see the kids down the street playing a little ball. I mean b-ball is your love, but you can't just roll up and be like, "hi, I'm Steve Nash, can I get next?" So you do what Steve did ala Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump.

Bravo Steve Nash. Bravo.
Last year I started 21 cross races. I developed a wonderful little routine for pretty much each race.
Okay, at the junkyard race I didn't quite follow the same routine, but junkyard races kinda
throw out everything. Part of that routine included Radiohead and the in Rainbows album.
I admit I haven't listened to the album since cross season last year. When I listened to it this week it I felt myself immediately snapping into race mode. I walked around in race mode, just snapped into it. Kinda creepy, actually...
music association, consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.
I love my cross bikes.
back to the lab tomorrow...

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fatmarc
"wow, you fucked that up perfectly."

033: queen b

Jan and I headed out to one of the staple rides of our community: the Queen B ride.

It was fun. Monkey went and rode very gently on a fire road, that was a little muddier than expected. That was a little hard on the knee. Ouchie...

After the ride we converged on town, where I ate a huge sandwich, and we drank coffee and watched as the masses fully returned to our peaceful college town. Who is worse the crazy new kids or their parents. Ugh...

we should have known better than to go into town.

I have bikes to clean, and despite being injured and unable to race right now, Monkey's bike is far dirtier than mine. How does that work out?

got a good week of work in last week, lets see if I can't rinse and repeat...

btw, my heart rate monitor is now retired. that fucker hasn't told me a single good thing this year, and I'm tired of getting bad news. I'm going back to my Luddite ways...

first set of tubies glued and ready to go. I think I'll play with them at practice this week.
Monkey can't ride her bike, but she can glue my wheels.

practice? we're talking about practice?

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fatmarc
“The Dark Side of the Force is the pathway to many abilities some consider to be… Unnatural.”