Wanted: Watts, Guts, Brains.

This is a public commitment to do the following wrt 2012 racing:

a. race smarter (leesville = suicide solo attack, sea otter rr and pescadero rr = lazy not being in right break, crashed in all mt bike races silly spots, ralt opened up downhill sprint at 1k, more). i know better, but have to connect the dots in the races

b. race gutsier (ralt didn’t try at right time, nevada city didn’t try hard enough at end, cascade crit didn’t try hard enough at finish maybe costs podium, etc.)

I’ll take +10-20 watts and minus 5 pounds, too, if that is just laying around.

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Keira and Aili got their surf stoke on recently in Santa Cruz.  We caught a Junior High surf competion going on on a Saturday morning (in the background of picture). . . gotta love California.  The scene was awesome, only about 1000x better than watching a ‘traditional scholastic ball sport’ — esp baseball/softball related (snooze) or basketball (inside).   

8 Hours of Cool

The 24 Hours of Cool actually took place in Soda Springs out of the Royal Gorge Cross Country ski resort 20 minutes from Truckee, providing opportunity for new record Race Value Ratio (RRV).  This is a simple calculation I make where you divide the time it takes to drive to/from a race by the time actually spent racing.  So a crit in the Central Valley might be RRV = 10 hours driving / 1 hour racing = .1.  Non-starter.  Road races in the “1” range are good.  The Cool race offered 8ish hours of racing / 1 hour commute = 8!  (Of  course the Boca Road Race Tuesday nights riding from the house are of incalculable value ;-)  

Anyway, August was about going long on the dirt (Leadville, 8 Hours Cool) . . . And I’d never done a solo 8 Hour so this was a great opportunity.  My brother and some friends were planning on doing the 24 Hour relay division — but a couple guys pre-rode the course and reported high on moon dust and low on single track so they punted.  They were right.  But for me it was not about a killer course given the back yard location, it was about seeing what I could do so why not.  

I was self-supporting so put a small cooler and mechanical fixing doo-dads in the pit area and rolled out bright and early at noon on a 90 degree day.  This was gonna be attrition.  Lap one was about figuring out the course and how long laps would take so I could figure out pacing and refueling.  There was one section of insane off camber downhill moondust — 8-12 inches of “fresh”!  Oh wait, that is skiing.  Turns out that was the right mental model for this section.  After washing out on the first lap and dabbing on the 2nd and 3rd I finally figured out how to ‘fall line drift’ the bike through this section, and it made for great theatre on every lap.  Pure carnage, people ‘down walking’, just nuts.  The rest of the course was pretty fun.

I spun 2 laps and stopped for fresh/large bottles, and went for 3 more, making a longer stop at 4 hours, dousing myself w/ water and feeling ok if a quite dusty and spanked half-way through.  2 more laps pushing the pace, no idea where I stood in the field, but staying in the 48ish minutes/lap pace.  At 7 laps down I was at 6:20 or so, no way I was gonna get 10.  So I settled in to a dazed 2 final laps and finished the 9th at about 7:30 — again no idea where I stood just racing myself and the course.  Turns out 9 laps in 7:30 was not only good enough to win my division but take top honors for the whole thing.  At least as much mental triumph as physical.  Cool scene at the end with cold beer and food before awards, and the 24 hour teams heading out into the night.  I was glad to be taking a short drive home.  

Overall the effort was harder than Leadville, because I made it that way, not racing as conservatively.  And because the course offered no respite or recovery or drafting/pacelining/long smooth descents.  Psyched to have these kind of races under my belt, and to do more in the future.  

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8 Hours of Cool

The 24 Hours of Cool actually took place in Soda Springs out of the Royal Gorge Cross Country ski resort 20 minutes from Truckee, providing opportunity for new record Race Value Ratio (RRV).  This is a simple calculation I make where you divide the time it takes to drive to/from a race by the time actually spent racing.  So a crit in the Central Valley might be RRV = 10 hours driving / 1 hour racing = .1.  Non-starter.  Road races in the “1” range are good.  The Cool race offered 8ish hours of racing / 1 hour commute = 8!  (Of  course the Boca Road Race Tuesday nights riding from the house are of incalculable value ;-)  
Anyway, August was about going long on the dirt (Leadville, 8 Hours Cool) . . . And I’d never done a solo 8 Hour so this was a great opportunity.  My brother and some friends were planning on doing the 24 Hour relay division — but a couple guys pre-rode the course and reported high on moon dust and low on single track so they punted.  They were right.  But for me it was not about a killer course given the back yard location, it was about seeing what I could do so why not.  
I was self-supporting so put a small cooler and mechanical fixing doo-dads in the pit area and rolled out bright and early at noon on a 90 degree day.  This was gonna be attrition.  Lap one was about figuring out the course and how long laps would take so I could figure out pacing and refueling.  There was one section of insane off camber downhill moondust — 8-12 inches of “fresh”!  Oh wait, that is skiing.  Turns out that was the right mental model for this section.  After washing out on the first lap and dabbing on the 2nd and 3rd I finally figured out how to ‘fall line drift’ the bike through this section, and it made for great theatre on every lap.  Pure carnage, people ‘down walking’, just nuts.  The rest of the course was pretty fun.
I spun 2 laps and stopped for fresh/large bottles, and went for 3 more, making a longer stop at 4 hours, dousing myself w/ water and feeling ok if a quite dusty and spanked half-way through.  2 more laps pushing the pace, no idea where I stood in the field, but staying in the 48ish minutes/lap pace.  At 7 laps down I was at 6:20 or so, no way I was gonna get 10.  So I settled in to a dazed 2 final laps and finished the 9th at about 7:30 — again no idea where I stood just racing myself and the course.  Turns out 9 laps in 7:30 was not only good enough to win my division but take top honors for the whole thing.  At least as much mental triumph as physical.  Cool scene at the end with cold beer and food before awards, and the 24 hour teams heading out into the night.  I was glad to be taking a short drive home.  
Overall the effort was harder than Leadville, because I made it that way, not racing as conservatively.  And because the course offered no respite or recovery or drafting/pacelining/long smooth descents.  Psyched to have these kind of races under my belt, and to do more in the future.  

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