Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Alice, me & Patty
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Wendy on bridge at Browns Camp!
I should have taken more pics, but we were too busy riding.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Race Day 1: Cross Country
Timmy lined up for his XC race. He is in orange & black!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
I really had no intentions of doing this race, but Tim had already signed up and there was only a road race this weekend, so of course I would prefer to ride on dirt. I knew I could ride 50 miles no problem, it was just a question of whether I could do it at race pace or not.
We had a full car full heading down to Blodgett. Patrick, Weaver, Tim and I. With a 5 a.m. departure, morning came far too early, but this group was on task and on the road, arriving with more than plenty of time to register, drop of stuff for the feeds, etc. Heck, I probably could have slept another hour. It's not like you have to warm up for a 50 mile race.
It was sprinkling lightly when we arrived and that cleared off and it looked like it was going to be a nice day. In fact, I was questioning my layering strategy and wearing my wool knickers and wool base layer, thinking I would be way too warm. But it is Oregon, so I erred on the safe side and I am so glad I did. Sure, the race started with sunshine and blue skies, but it wasn't more than a half hour into the race when the skies opened up and decided to bring some liquid sunshine. It rained and rained and rained. It was fairly light, but during a 5-hour race, long periods of rain only mean one thing: cold, wet and muddy! I actually had to stop and put on my jacket that I put in my hydrapak "just in case" during the first lap. I am so darn smart. And felt a lot better, even though wet to the core.
The race was somehow fun, despite the conditions. There were sections of singletrack that the rain made unrideable. On a dry day, no problem, but when you start slipping backwards while pedaling forward, you know there is a problem. Yes, indeed, that mud is slippery! It just added to the excitement of course. On the second lap, I found myself riding with some guys and we got to this steep descent, and I asked, "are you riding it?" Since they said no, I didn't feel like a sissy getting off my bike, however, the minute I did, my sidi's became skis and my feet went out from under me. I found myself sliding down on my butt with my bike dragging behind, my right hand still attached. It was pretty crazy. The other factor was visibility. Glasses on, you couldn't see, glasses off, you couldn't see. So basically, it was hard to see. I finally had to stop at one of the aid stations and ask for something to wipe them off before the next descent. It's hard to go fast when you can't see. That helped, but it wasn't long before I again, couldn't see.
The race for me was basically a race against the clock. I rode most of it myself, catching the occasional singlespeeder and male, but my goal became the course record. Of course, the course was dry when the record was set, but I needed a challenge and something to focus on. This kept me motivated and on task. I didn't settle in to an easy pace or just an endurance ride. I kept a brisk pace when walking up the unrideable singletrack. I kept racing. It was kind of like ghost racing. No one around, but me. When I reached the finish line, I looked at my watch and thought, depending on when the 'actual start time' was, I may have done it. But come to find out, I missed it by less than 2 minutes. Oh well, there is always next year. I won the women's race by over an hour and Tim and I won the couples race with a new course record for a couple! Tim got 2nd in the masters 40-49. What else would we have done this weekend
My first top of the podium this year.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
I had taken a nice easy ride in the a.m., starting with the River City group at 10, but bailing out early. More because I was still feeling the fatigue from Mt. Hood and I knew Kendra was going to make me race. Plus a 2.5 hour ride was just about plenty. On my way up to Tabor, I picked up Melissa, got registered and then off we went. It was only 8 laps, so in my mind, that was going to be short. I knew it would still hurt on the climb, but I was not too worried about it. There were 9 senior women at the line and a lot of 4's and masters! Good to see so many women out there, although there were some people missing up there, but I won't mention any names (Wendy, Dani, Brigette, Amy.. all RCB teammates). We were off at approximately 6:20 and up the hill we went. Melissa charged up the hill, w/ my legs begging to warm up. I knew they would after a few laps. Well, after a few laps, I realized there were only 4 of us left. Then another lap or so, there were 3. One of the laps had a $20 gift certificate to RCB as a prime, so I decided to go for it without contention. Melissa had gotten the tires earlier. I felt pretty good, but didn't know how much I had left for that last climb, so I relaxed and tried to not start my sprint too early. I pretty much pulled Melissa and Laurel on that last lap, but I really didn't care. I sat in on the other laps when I could, but I knew no one was going to offer to take the head wind on the last lap. So, up we went and rounding the last corner, Melissa sped by me. I had no more gears, but crossed second and got my entry fee back in prize money. A net gain for the night! After it was over, Melissa told me I should have left it in my big chain ring. Yep, I am still learning all of this road stuff. But it is fun and I enjoy supporting our local race promoters. It's a great work out, great people and a lot of fun! And sometimes you even run into the darnedest people. My encounter for this evening was with "bike boy". To make a long story short, when I moved here and worked at AFS Intercultural Programs, there was this guy that biked to work in plastic blue pants and somehow we dubbed him "bike boy." His actual name is Chris Thoman and in a weird sort of way, my first exposure to mountain biking was through him. He had invited me to come watch one of his races at ski bowl years back and I did. I think he even won! I didn't even ride a mountain bike then. Funny where life takes us.
Well, I won't be able to make Tabor next week, because I will be off to Deer Valley. Time to get back on the dirt...
Tuesday, June 5, 2007