Robidoux roundup...

Yesterday was not a good day for me...The heat got to me and I had to pull the plug after 2 of 3 laps...I have to admit I was not a happy racer boy for quite a while after the race and even when I got home it was still eating at me for not finishing. I think the main reason is, I was looking at it like I quit the race...and nobody wants to be a quitter. It's a 100% hollow feeling and I DO NOT LIKE IT!!

I was not happy about this, but it's better than going to pieces out on the trail, having real issues with no relief in site. I finally got some perspective from a long time friend I used to race a ton of MTB with and that was, "it could always be worse"...and that's all it took. I wasn't mad anymore, and I put it behind me. After all, I got to race my MTB. It's what I do. Yes it sucked to not finish but in the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal.

As for the race, I was having an ok day. The first lap was painfully fast, I think I burned a bit too many matches on that one. On lap 2 I finally settle into a manageable rhythm and start a battle with what would eventually be 4th place in my group.

With about 2 miles to go a sport class rider, who was leading his race, comes up and I let him by. He doesn't immediately go by the guy I was racing with and as I watch over his shoulder, my carrot starts to go away...eventually I say to the sport racer, look, you either have to go faster or let me back by because I'm racing with that guy ahead of you. He does the right thing and let me back by. At this point we are back to doing a lot of climbing and I have to put in a huge effort to get back to my racers wheel...this effort is most likely did me in.

During this charge I started to get the chills, so I back it down to try and recover and this didn't do anything...so I spin for a bit and realize that the game is over...SUCK!!!

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Powertap

It's raining and I'm bored...oh yeah, highly caffeinated to boot!! This will probably be a short post as well.

At the beginning of April the long drawn out process of me getting a powertap wheel finally ended...HOORAY!!! I was a little excited to try this new toy, mostly out of curiosity, but excited nonetheless.

In the past I have trained and raced with heart rate and had gotten pretty good using what I learned from that. Then all of the cool kids started training with power meters...it was about this time I didn't care about what my heart rate was anymore, so to the shelf it went...I started training by saddle time and that worked pretty good!! I rode well and even won a race or two.

Let me back up a bit...Before I totally gave up the heart rate I bought an electronic trainer from cycle-ops. It was their version of a computtrainer. So I combined the heart rate and started training with power in the off season. I'm not sure how much it helped, not having any power numbers from out on the road to reference, but it certainly didn't hurt. This trainer started to die (a bearing started going bad) and all I wanted was to have it repaired or replaced...

Well the fine peeps at cycle-ops say they don't make that model anymore, and won't repair it. GRRRR!!! So they offer me a sweet deal on a wheel...DONE!!!

As of right now, I've been riding it since the beginning of April and training with power for about a month. I will say this, if you want to average a certain number, you have to pedal...all the time!! Kinda obvious, but, it will definitely keep you honest in your workouts.

Have I gotten stronger? I think so, although I still seem to be getting my ass handed to me on the Tuesday ass kickin session...I think a little can be attributed to the time off I took through the winter to let my old ass heal up...anyway...I have notice some improvement.

As for results, I haven't raced since I've had this, but that will change this weekend. Sunday will be the first MTB race in the era of the powertap. Story to follow.

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Chris Smedley 1961-2012

This pic is how I will remember Chris.


Hmmm...Today was a long day...Mostly because a good friend finally rode off into the setting sun yesterday. I would be lying if I said I didn't shed a tear or two today. It's funny, today made me think of all the time I had spent riding and hanging out with Chris...which was a lot, and I would do it all again!!!

I also thought about the first time I went into the Bicycle Shack. I was 12 and every time me, my brother, and mom would go to my grandmas house, we would, more often than not, drive past the Bicycle Shack and I would beg my mom to please stop. One day she finally did. I will never forget walking in and seeing the coolest BMX bikes ever!! I didn't know it then but I'm pretty sure fate had decided Chris and I were supposed to be friends and I'm truly grateful for him being a part of my life.

He was a great man and a great friend, and the world is a lesser place without him in it.

Rest in peace my friend.

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Bone Bender 3/6

I'm gonna keep this one short, I think...The morning of the Bone Bender 3/6, Mother Nature made her dislike of MTBers painfully obvious again...just like the God's Country race...yes, it was raining...again. No worries though, the radar was looking good and I was game to rumble in the jungle conditions be damned!!!

Even great race conditions at Clinton lake are tough, so why not make it ridiculous and add about 1 1/2 hours of rain to make the gnarly technical sections even more gnarly and technical...I wasn't too worried, I do have mad ninja skillz on the MTB!!

Anyway...I pack up and race the weather to Leadfoots house. For some reason, I was thinking getting to the race at 9:00 when it started at 10:00 was a good idea...not so much...that got us the greatest gift of all...sign up and line up...SUCK!!!

The race starts and the promoter had decided that a neutral rolling start would be the way to go. A side note...showing up late had us roll to the riders meeting late, which meant we were sitting at the back of 220+ racers. Shortly after that point the neutral roll out began, which was the opposite way everyone was facing for the riders meeting, which put us at the front of the race...a small victory...

The race promoter leads the field on a 90cc motorcycle on the paved section of the course, it had 2 left turns with fairly long straights connecting. After each left, he picked up the speed, by the time we were halfway down the last strait leading to the double track, he pinned it WFO and we were flying 25mph plus...this is where the "sign up and line up" started taking it's toll...it was painful!!!

I didn't get a chance to look at the trail conditions before the race. I pretty much knew it was gonna be greasy, fortunately I had the same tires from the race at the river trail on my steed and they seemed to work really well, good traction everywhere.

I settle into a rhythm behind Doug Long, an O.G. racer from waaaaaaaaay back, and think this is a good wheel to follow. It was for a while, then the little mistakes he was making had me stopping, finally I had had enough, passed him and rode away. After the first lap I was in the top 20.

To the pit I go. Leadfoot had pulled the pin on the race, which I didn't hate him for...I did consider it briefly, but decided to chug some water and go for round 2...

The second lap was mostly uneventful. I did a little back and forth with 2 riders in the technical stuff, where my little mistakes had them pass me and go away...this made me mad...and a hill that I walked up on the first lap came around and I powered right up it to get back on the wheel I was racing with...HOORAY!! That didn't last very long, there are some grinders shortly after the technical stuff and they rode away again...damn my crappy fitness!!!

Not much to write about after that. I managed to not hit the ground in 25 miles with a sizable chunk of that being greasy, rocky, root infested, technical singletrack...a tribute to my mad ninja MTB skillz!!!

I get to the last climb that lead to the scoring area, I get a minor cramp in my left quad. I shake that off, ride to the line and tell them I'm done...

I had about 18 minutes left to go for another lap...If I had I would have ended up at least 11th in class, maybe 10th if I had a good 3rd lap. As it stands I ended up 14th in class out of 28 in the 3 hour open division. I am glad I didn't go for a 3rd lap, it would have been torturous!!!

There you go, now you know.

E

Gods Country MTB race...

It's been a while since I have lined up in a MTB race, but the time has come, and gone, once again.

I had this race circled on my schedule to kick off this year of racing in the woods, not for any particular reason other than building fitness. I guess I'm lucky that Mother Nature hates MTB'ers because this race was postponed 2 weeks due to rain.

I planned on going on the original date if it was dry, but that wasn't meant to be...which is good, because it gave more more time to build some more fitness.

The weekend before this melee I head to Lawrence to ride the course and get a feel for the tires I wanted to use, which are hard pack tires with lots of densely packed short knobs, really fast tires if the conditions will allow them...

Confident with what i have learned about the track, and my race day set up, I'm now sort of looking forward to lining up in the woods again. On top of that, the week of riding I had following my inspection had me feeling good about where I am fitness wise. I have to admit, there was a little doubt, considering all of the early season set backs I had and the fact I've been training consistently for a little more than a month and a half as of this post.

That being said, I went into this race with ZERO expectations. It's better that way, at least for me, no matter what time of the year it is, because expectations lead to disappointment which leads to not riding. I learned that lesson a few years ago...it's a tough one to learn and one I won't soon forget.

On to race day...as with all MTB racers, I was watching the forecast closely, and as the weekend approached, the forecast was for rain on race day...imagine that, there's a MTB race and it's going to rain...

Anyway, my bike was ready to for a dry race, and I was hoping this was going to be the case. I woke up on race day only to see the radar has rain all over where I'm gonna be racing...BAH!!! Time to change tires, I knew that something with a more open tread pattern would be the way to go, and I was right.

I get to the venue with the thought of, if I can't warm up and be dry, I'm no gonna race. Fortunately, the rain move out about an hour and 20 minutes before the race was to start...game on!!

Sufficiently warmed up, I decide to race with out the camelbak in favor of my girlfriend handing up bottles each lap. I think it was a good move. Now on the start line, the promoter says the first 3 cat 1 classes will start together, and the final cat 1 class will start 1 minute later. So much for knowing who and how many I'm racing against.



GO!!! The drag race begins, at least a quarter of a mile on the levy into a right hand turn onto some grass and then into the woods. I hit my pedal on the first try and get a good start, I ended up in 5th going into the woods.

About a mile in, I can see the 3 guys at the front of the race riding away, I didn't worry about this, one was a pro and the other 2 are really freakin fast!! Content with who I'm following at the time, I sit there and watch for a chink in the armor...and the only thing I can see was that I was smoother through the turns and about the same on output on the fast sections...so there I stayed. We get about halfway through the 1st lap and 1 of the 50+ racers who is ridiculously fast has latched onto our train and was making quite a racket to get by. Eventually we let him by and he was GONE!!!

The rest of the 1st lap was uneventful. We roll through the start finish area and I have to slow a bit to make sure I grab a bottle from my HOT girlfriend, while doing so the gap between me and my fellow racer grows to about 30 yards...no worries I think.

As we head out for another lap I'm slowly but surely closing the gap. Then the marathon riders start to appear...At this point I closed the gap to about half, he gets by the first rider quickly and I get stuck for a moment, the gap goes out again...Finally past the first one, back to work I go. I start closing the gap again and another marathon rider appears. Once again his opportunity to pass is immediate and I get stuck again and you guessed it...back to the original gap....GRRRRRR!!!!

Finally clear, we are heading into one of the faster sections and the gap stays about the same. We get to the only "technical" section on the course and I manage to close it down a little, but not enough to make contact before the next fast section. At this point I put in several hard efforts to reel him in and it was not to be...these efforts took a bit of a toll...I finally had wave goodbye...

A few miles later I roll through the start/finish area and he has about a minute on me. I press on with a new bottle and the mindset of push on to limit the damage. I had no clue what place I was in and honestly thought I was DFL in my class...so I push on and gut it out.

It's funny, on my second lap, I was NOT hitting my lines and flowing the way I wanted to, but on my 3rd lap I was flowing like water through the same sections I struggled with on lap 2...focus goes a long way in a successful effort!!

About halfway through the last lap it's time for one more power-gel. I reach into my jersey pocket and find my girlfriends keys along with my power-gel...OOOOPS!!! This made me laugh and eased my suffering, if only for a minute. The rest of the lap is spent motivating myself and ending this melee as soon as possible

Finally across the line, I was happy that it was over. I had no clue how I did, it was about this time 2 of my O.G. riding buddies who had come to watch, tell me they think I won...being ate up with the dumbass at this point I brush it of go for a cool down spin.

Finally done with that I gather up my stuff and head back to the car to change. Oh yeah, my girlfriend got a kick out of me handing her keys to her and saying I raced with them in my jersey pocket...good thing they stayed in for the whole ride...

Done changing, my 2 hommies again tell me I won. I still don't believe, until I see the posted results...I had indeed pulled a victory. As I sit here and type this, I still can't believe I won.

If you were to ask me if I was going to step on the podium, I would have laughed and said whatever, if you would've asked me if I was going to win...HELL NO would've been my response!!! I've been on the podium of expert races, but never the top step, it was a great feeling!!!

I had no expectations going into this race, only to do what I can do and let the chips fall where they may. I guess it was my day!! 1st in class and 10th overall. It's a good feeling but also sort of weird, mostly because I didn't know I was in the lead, EVER!!

It was a good day!!

E

Spring Fling 4

I'm so glad I decided to make the 3rd race in this series the first and not this past weekend...mostly because I think the 4th race was more difficult...and had I started on the 4th it would have been UGLY!!!

So with that in mind here's the tale. This past weekend, I was A LOT more prepared to race and was ready to ride shortly after I signed up for this melee. The good thing about racing the masters race is it's the first race of the day and I'm able to warm up on the course...bonus...no trainer to haul around!!!

With a solid 25-30 minutes of warmup, I'm feelin ok, with the usual race nerves, the time comes to line up. So I roll to the line and get a spot on the front row, this is pretty easy to do in a 25-30 rider field. A short speech from the race official and away we go!!

I hit my pedal on the first try, which is always a good thing, and slot into 2nd place. I sit there for a lap then it's my turn to pull the field. I proceed to maintain the pace of the 1st lap while riding in the gutter anytime I could...after all...if the field wants to follow they will...right?

After about a lap and change of my shenanigans the field was done and the race was on!! Straight to the limit for about 2 laps and then a respite. During the break in the action, a few breaks tried to form but the field would not allow anything to get up the road. So we roll along for a while and finally a 3 man break gets clear. I was thinking it wouldn't last, based on what happened to the earlier attempts. I was wrong.

About 2/3rds of the way through, the pace is pretty much slow...this goes on for 2 laps, and I'm thinkin about giving another go to get across. The pace remained slow and away I went, my effort was not 100% but enough to get a good gap, as I was riding away, I was thinking maybe this would rile the field and get the chase going. I looked back a few times and nothing, I pick up my pace, look again and here they come...

The next 4 laps were 100% chase the break and flat out BRUTAL!! With no success I might add...There was several times that I thought I was going to go completely blind from the pain!!

With 2 to go, the pace relents and everyone take a breather. Going into the last lap, I end up on the wheel of a rider that is in the top 3 overall. He has been riding strong all day and this makes me happy!! I'm thinking this is my wheel and I will fight the mutha f***a who tries to take it.

We are rolling along and the field is getting itchy. The jump finally comes and my "lead out guy" doesn't react...BAH!!! So I jump and the chase is on, we rail around the 4th turn at speed and drag race to the line.

I was about 13th-ish when it began and managed to pick riders off and squeak into 8th with a bike throw at the line...I thought the guy I threw with beat me and I told him I thought he got me...until I saw the pic at the top. Courtesy of THE Lanterne Rouge.

It's not for first but it made me feel good knowing that I didn't quit until the chunky monkey peanut butter ass was beltin out a tune with both lungs!!!

E

Spring Fling 3

If you were to ask me, a month ago, about racing in 2012, I would have laughed and said NO WAY IN HELL!!! Well with a little stretching, foam rolling, and the use of a baseball to destroy knots in my legs, I finally decided to give an early season crit a go.

Saturday morning I was getting whacked out on caffeine, and thought it would be a good idea to purchase my licenses for the year...that sucked!!! But $90.00 bucks later I can race without any hassle from the officials for not having a freakin license...

I planned on rolling up to the start line on March 17th, but a racing buddy who has come out of retirement told me he was going, so I sat there and pondered...screw it, I'm going, I have no excuse not to especially since I've actually been riding a bit and don't feel to terrible when doing so.

In my infinite wisdom, I decide to line up in the masters. Oh yeah, I made the decision to race at the very last minute I possibly could...I was on my bike with 20 minutes to warm up...next time I will leave earlier...

So, the "warm up" done, I sit on the start line with about 30 other riders...great...I will finish 31st. They gun goes off and away we go. The wind is blowing but not too bad. On about the 4th lap a small break tries and fails. One lap later 2 guys roll off the front and get away. I'm thinking this will not last, about a half lap later 2 more roll off the front and again no one chases...I watch for a bit and when they got about 200 meters out, I jumped and went across with no one in tow.

A lap later there are 5 of us together and the rotation begins. I skip the first 2 pulls mostly because my fitness is nonexistent at this point, but I am not a leach and would rather get shot out the back working towards success than sit on and steal like a punk ass bitch!!!

So I start pulling through and unfortunately my turn kept coming around on a slight uphill into the wind...After about 4 laps of this, the bell tolled and out the back I went...

The good...we had a sizable gap and that gave me plenty of time to recover and get back in when the group came by. The bad...this was the winning move...oh well, I was there for the intensity and that's what I got.

As I have thought about how I raced these last few days, I am happy with how I rode, I must say it went better than I thought it would. I listened to my gut when it said get across to the break, and of course we all know the gut is always right!! Just gotta listen...

As for the finish, a fellow MTB'er who is riding really strong at this point set the pace for the last 2 laps with me on his wheel, instructing him to ride in the ditch and make these sissies earn the 4th place they all seemed good with...we get to the last turn, he peels off, I sit at the front for a bit, and finally the group gallop begins. I jump up only to realize the tank is empty, and let them go. No worries though, I got a good bit of work done.

One last thing...I will never understand how or why a group that has plenty of time to bring a break back, won't get organized and do it...I personally would rather race for the top step. This race, the group decided that 4th was just as good as first...I just don't understand...


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