36 Hour Crash Training Program for 110km Race,
Mrs. Fred just e-mailed me from her ipad, whilst sitting across the room but in sight, the receipt for the fact that she just registered me for a 110km race on Saturday.
It seems, one of Mrs. Fred's co-worker's friends works for one of the sponsoring companies and has bullied the two of them into signing up.
I'm thinking my best bet for ensuring a good ride is to stop by the butchers tomorrow evening, purchase a couple moderate sized but extremely overpriced and tasty steaks, the bottle shop across the street for their best bottle of red, the fruit & veg next to that for some asparagus and put it all on "Her Card".
Any other ideas?
Should I ride tomorrow (Friday)?
Should I substitute beer for the red wine?
I'm thinking perhaps a stop at the super market to load up on dates and the American Store for some fresh Fig Newtons.
What else should I be considering?
The Post 110km of Humilliation Report,
Agreed Pre-Race Objective: Remember that I enjoy riding my bike even when I'm not seeing performance improvements.
Originally Posted by Carbonfiberboy
So, based on the collective wisdom of Bikeforums.net I went shopping.
Cycle City yielded little in the way of things I actually "Need". Since I was there I purchased a few GUs and ordered a Lezyne Phone Wallet. Surely the anticipation of getting a gadget to help insure the safety of my other gadget would provide enthusiasm on the following day.
I couldn't find "Tums", so I purchase a generic alternative. Who knows if they're identical or not. It doesn't matter, becasue I didn't take them. I probably should have. But, oh well. I'll experiment with these at a later date.
Again bowing to the Bikeforums collective I substituted chicken instead of steak for the prerace dinner:
I showed up at a local shop ride recently in some really inclement weather and was joined by a single junior racer. One of the salesman, obviously either impressed with our harditudeness (that would be a patented word) or feeling sorry for us, gave us a few drink mixes that include electrolytes. I figured surely a bottle of those in addition to my normal maltodextrin mix would be helpful.
I can't comment on how much the electrolytes would have helped. It was undrinkable. Yuck!
Lesson relearned: Don't try anything new on race day.
So, we showed up, but without enough time for me to really get a warmup and still line up anywhere near the front. So, I was facing a reasonable climb within 3km of starting and without warming up.
Lesson relearned: Show up with way more time than you think you may need and always warmup.
Off we went. Two guys pinched down on my front wheel and nearly came to a stop letting quite a few by. I got boxed to the side of the road and a guy just ahead suffered a flat. The group split like the Red Sea for some idiot lying crosswise in the middle of the pavement (don't know wtf happened to cause that). I managed my way to the center line and moved back up a fair bit. But, as we began the climb I again found myself against the gutter with the guy immediately ahead and outside of me screaming "chain, chain, chain". We were at the beginning of the climb and already this wasn't looking good.
Just where I wanted to be. Amongst the announomous many:
I set my pace according to my HR and watched as the entire lead bunch (that I managed to hold last year) cycled away. Upon summitting I found a couple of young guys I thought I might be able to work with. But, they were too busy screwing with each other and me, to consider working together for the common good. I sat up and waited.
Success! My plan was working. First climb complete and already I was free of the obligation of keeping up with the lead bunch.
So, when a couple of "more mature" guys came by I grabbed their wheel. Now, we had some cooperation. Turns were taken. The young punks reeled in. A few more added to the group. Soon we were 9. And before I knew it we were "many". (Sorry, I can't be bothered to count past 12 while working)
A big decent followed by a long slow undulating climb. One of those undulating climbs that isn't hard enough to shake you, but, that requires constant steady high output puncuated by the occassional deep dig. The sort of miles that really wear on me. And then, 14km of flats along the seashore. Into a quartering crosswind.
70km into the race and all was well as we turned left to begin the third and final set of climbs for the race. And, as I stood up
BOTH LEGS DOUBLE CRAMPED!
I almost fell off the bike. I avoided causing any accidents, made it to the side of the road and slowly pedaled as I watched my group ascend away from me. Bah, Bye, Boys.
It's not like I didn't see this coming. I was feeling the fatigue in my legs and had been alternately standing on the flats, giving them a few slaps, shaking them, etc.
At this point I was completely and utterly failing to accomplish the Agree Prerace Objective. I was not "enjoying cycling despite a lack of improvement". Made worse by good buddies from the club and some of those I ride with on Saturdays catching up to and passing me with:
"What are you doing back here?"
"Wow. Um,....have a nice ride."
"Fred? Is that you? I thought you would be up ahead."
"Holy Cow. What happened to you?"
I finally limped to the summit and began the descent. I finally started to enjoy riding again. And, the nice photo man even took a shot of me:
A few more went past offering wheels. But, they were too few in number or too high in speed (some were still 'trying') for me to bother with.
Finally, a real laughing group, large enough in number and slow enough in speed, came by. I grabbed a wheel, integrated in and cruised the final 25km to the finish with this bunch.
Tack 00:17 onto last years finish time and movement from top 25% of the field to bottom 25%.
However, the post race picnic of watermelon, pineapple and rock melon was excellent.
I need to rebuild my base.