Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Coming Back
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
CX Nationals in Bend, Oregon
Monday, December 13, 2010
UWBL #2
I see these rides as great training rides for me. Some may say the pace is too fast for this time of year, and certainly for many, it is, but I see it as an opportunity to practice riding efficiently in a group. The more effiencient I can be, the less work I do...something that appeals to me, as you all know. :) I think "training" this is as important as training pure fitness. December is the "no attack zone" month which really makes sense, however there was a recent decision to have a zone about 35 miles in for Cat 4/5 men and women. They called all interested parties forward in the group before the zone, allowing them to eventually separate off the front and go for the glory. Quite honestly, I think the pace was fast enough. The zone went on for what seemed like forever. Shortly after there was a store stop which also seemed to go on forever. But, holy cow, after the stop the pace really picked up. I'm sure that some of the people that took part in the intermediate sprint were regretting having done so. Perhaps Ray can comment on that?! :)
Coming in on Grove Road we passed Teenie, Linz, and Lara coming in from their ride...also enjoying the snippet of good weather but at a much more civilizied pace. It was a great day for a ride and it was so good that many of us were able to take advantage of it. Let's hope for many days like this this coming winter!
TEAM EVENTS from the DS Point of View
Thursday, December 9, 2010
KRYPTONITE
early season
Saturday, December 4, 2010
UWBL Dec 4, 2010
Kicking off another season, the UWBL 2010/2011 rides are underway. Mel, Joe, Brady, Ray, and myself braved the cold to join the A ride for a 60 miler "tempo" ride. Great seeing all the "names" out there. After mountain biking in 36 degree weather it felt rather warm on the ride (Joe and I shed our jackets a short way out).
However, we missed our team mates.....
Never stop moving.......
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Hey Bud...Where's the Mud ???
What a difference a week makes...today, I was back on the road with a handful of teammates, bundled up like the Michelin Man and braving 32 degree temps, while last weekend, I was basking in 70 degree weather at the Hendersonville GP UCI Cyclocross Race...
Sat-Sun, Nov 20-21, Hendersonville, NC
Cresting "The Wall" in dry conditions...
It was with a great sense of anticipation that I looked forward to my last 'Cross races of the year, the Hendersonville GP, which is a first class, UCI classified, come-out-and-see-the-stars, event. Last year, day two of the event presented some classic course conditions. That's right...I'm talkin' MUD! Now this wasn't your Northern California Peanut Butter Mud (smooth and easy to spread), or your Belgian Stinky Mud (bold, with an alarming bouquet)...my friends, this was Upstate, slip-slidn'-down-the-wall, Hendersonville MUD!
This year, however, conditions were more reminiscent of South Florida, and so was the racing. Picture 30mph pacelines on grass during the pro race, 25mph for the 45+...this was basically a crit on grass with a few obstacles thrown in for good measure.
I raced well on both days, pleased with a mid pack performance in a very strong field. Although I would have enjoyed some mud, I know winter and its harsh conditions are right around the corner, as those of us who rode this morning experienced.
Hendersonville Race Results & Highlights:
Day one: Taking a warm-up lap on the wheel of Davide Frattini (currently ranked 18th in the UCI professional cyclocross world standings) and trying desperately to memorize every line he took on the circuit...21st/40
Day two: Getting schooled by the Danfey twins on the first lap, then fighting back to put them in my rear view mirror on lap three and not seeing them again until the post race Bar-B-Q line...23rd/38
Thanks to Eddie Helton for the photos.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
El Tour de Tucson
Friday, November 19, 2010
MILKING THE COW
What is my goal? My ultimate goal is to be healthy and safe as a I train and complete my first marathon. I have talked to Lara Shaw about running and setting goals. So, if I may be inclined to share, my goals are:
1. To start the marathon on March 5th in Albany, GA
2. To complete the marathon on March 5th in Albany, GA
3. To Boston Qualify.......
There, I said it, I put it out there for the world to see, to contemplate, to judge. I put myself out there. AWESOME. The last goal dances and twirls in my head constantly. I wake to this goal, I eat for this goal, I lose sleep for this goal.
I encourage each of you to think about creating your own blog to share if you are training for something special. Sharing your goals, your ups and downs, your very livelihood creates relationships beyond measure. And, to be very cliche, it is not about the destination but the journey. I hope one day I can share how Weinacker milked a brown cow and received an utterly good surprise, chocolate milk :)
You can follow me or not at:
http://www.weinackersachillesheal.blogspot.com/
BLOG ON!!
Pisgah Forest Mtn Bike
Beth talked me ALL the way up the 6 mile "warmup" climb.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
How do stack up against you?
Sunday, November 14, 2010
"We Made a Statement"
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Team Ride
Sweet Potatoes & Such
I enjoyed the party last night & the ride today. A friend of mine once said "Those who are smooth shall succeed." This quote has always stuck with me and seems relevant in the context of our double paceline skill session today. I'm thinking smooth thoughts...
See you guys soon!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Myrtle Beach Half-Marathon
Monday, November 1, 2010
2011 Season starts Today!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Redneck Cyclocross Weekend
While warming up on the short, tight, and technical "Psycho Cross" course, I found myself in a paceline behind 2 drag queens, and followed by the Incredible Hulk, which begged the question: Am I back in Key West? A short time later, in the second row of the Master's 35+ start grid, I found myself wedged between 2 guys nicknamed "Farmer G" and "Hillbilly Dave", and I knew I was no longer in Key West; a glance down at the red Georgia mud caked to my tires confirmed my coordinates. This week, I moved up from the 30 min CX4 group to the 45min Master's race, thus signing up for an additional 15min of self-induced mutilation. The start whistle blew, and I launched out of the hole, holding onto 7th position up the hill before making a series of curves and bunny-hopping the curb onto the grass track and then into the the woods where I was greeted with tight, technical, dirt single track and the ubiquitous yellow tape marking the course. Out of the woods and running full gas downhill behind the velodrome bleachers, we shoot onto the concrete track and take a half lap, negotiating a chicane up the embankment midway. Before turning into the velodrome's grass infield, I head up the banked track, crossing the Sprinters' Lane before turning back down and gathering momentum that carries me through the first two turns in the grass. And so it goes for 2 more laps, an exhilarating, all out ride, up and down, in and out of dirt, grass, asphalt and the concrete velodrome track. A kaleidoscope of colors and textures navigated by riders in all sorts of costumes. On lap 3 my brake cable slips while negotiating a tight hairpin turn in the woods, and I go straight through the yellow crime scene tape marking our course. While untangling myself, Hillbilly Dave admonishes me not to cut the course. I tell him I plan to return precisely where I exited, 'cuz "My Mama didn't raise no cheater". He bellows out his best hillbilly laugh and I think we've bonded...Race highlight: On the last lap I catch the guy on the Cannondale that passed me on the first run-up, only to lose a 2-up sprint to him by an inch.
Women's Race: The buzz in the women's race was: Who is the short chick with the pink SEW jersey and where did she come from? Why, it was none other than TEAM headstrong's own Cristina Lindsay, lining up in her first 'Cross race. Before the race, I tell Lindsay where I think the best spot on the start grid is, and she makes a beeline to the spot. The start whistle blows, and she rockets out of the hole and up the hill, leaving 11 women in her wake wondering: Who IS this chick? By the end of the first lap, Lindsay has opened a 20 second gap on the field. By the third lap, her lead is reduced to 5 seconds. On lap 3, she extends it to 12 seconds, but on lap 4, she takes a spill negotiating a hairpin turn coming off the grass onto the slick concrete on the velodrome infield. She manages to remount, still in the lead, but is caught and passed on the steep run-up by the Georgia 'Cross Series leader. Tenaciously, Lindsay locks onto her wheel, and then dives through the inside of the last dirt turn out of the woods before flying down the hill and onto the track, once gain leading the race. Life is good, until...she drops her chain. While struggling to put her chain back on, 3 women pass her, and then finally she re-mounts and pushes hard in pursuit, but it's too late; only 2 laps remain and it's not enough time to pull them back. Even so, I think everyone in the field now knows who the short chick in the pink jersey is...
Sun, Oct 31, Life University, Marietta GA
At last, I'm back with my tribe, the Master's 45+ group. However, I'm extended a cold reception, relegated to the back row of the 23 rider start grid because this is my first Georgia 'Cross series race and I have exactly 0 points. The whistle blows and I get an absolutely awful start, stacked behind guys who are having difficulties clipping in while the leaders disappear over the hill. I ride aggressively, trying to pass riders and close the gap on this sketchy, gravel covered course. I nearly overcook some tight, downhill turns, locking up my brakes and sliding through the gravel, but I manage to keep the rubber side down. This course also has another heart-stopping downhill on asphalt roads, past the start finish, before entering an off camber grass section above a large pond, where slightly irritated geese honk at us. I hit the grass section doing about 25mph, and as I enter the slight left turn into the off camber section, I hit my brakes to reduce my speed and the next thing I know I'm sliding down the grass on my left side and headed for the pond, prompting several geese to begin their annual southern migration. By the time I remount, and rejoin what's left of the race, I'm dead last, and now it becomes a game of how many riders I can catch. I relax, and actually ride really well for the rest of the race, passing several riders....Race highlight: Catching the guy in the brightly colored Spiderman costume from the M35+ group and scoring a moral victory for the black-and-white TV Superman generation.
Race results: Perry: 12th/22 Sat; 16th?/23 Sun
Cristina 4th/13 Sat
News Release
Friday, October 29, 2010
Looking forward to the coming season...
I have enjoyed a few months of relaxed riding and no real "training". For the coming year my primary focus and training will be geared towards road racing. Plans are laid and I am excited about returning to purposeful training very soon. I am also excited about being a part of the TEAM. Thanks for the invitation.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Important Dates are Set
Off Season..... I am NOT training
Bent Creek Big Loop by jlimbird at Garmin Connect - Details
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Toy Organizer
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Gone Fishin'
I was off the bike last week for 5 days. I went to TX on biz and did a little side visit with my Dad. In the past, I called him Paul, his first name. Teenie started calling him Pops a few years ago and that felt good. Pops and I went fishin' on Lake Belton. It was a beautiful day and while the fishin' was good, the catchin' was pretty slim. We got two keepers.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A WALK IN THE DARK
I walked in the dark for 7 days and 6 nights along the 77 mile Foothills Trail, extending from Table Rock to Oconee State Park with my teammate and friend, Emily. If you have never read the book, "A Walk in the Woods" by Bill Bryson, I highly reccomend it. It captures the ups and downs of the author as he hikes the Appalachian Trail. What I did this past week was a complete walk in the dark. I have never really camped except once along the Natchez Trace Parkway in mid July a few years ago in 100+ degree weather with fellow cyclists as we biked the Trace Parkway. After one night of "camping" out after riding 100 miles we decided that the rest of our bike tour would include more comfortable night housing, also referred to as the Holiday Inn Express.
In typical Weinacker fashion, I stubbornly jumped in full throttle and signed up for a week in the woods.
What Emily and I did is considered to be ultralight backpacking/camping. We had very modest means. Our hiking poles served as our tent stabilizers. You learn to be very resoureful in the woods and everything seems to have a double purpose. The first day was our strenuous day as we were dropped off at Table Rock for our little adventure. We hiked and hiked, approx. 13.5 miles along very hilly terrain with packs weighing approx. 25lbs. The supposed water source and "campsite" were not exactly positioned as we had thought. And, to top it off, a thunderstorm was lurking in the area. Night approached quickly and fearless Emily ran around at dusk throwing up the tent, pumping water, and positioning the bear bag. I felt so inept because I didn't know how to do ANYTHING! That night I had vicious nightmares as I lay like a mummy in the dark. Positioned between us was the hatchet that Emily would use and the small bear spray I would use if we were attacked. Emily's dog was on high alert all night barking and growling at noises and movements deep into the woods. I held tight to my bear spray like a child would hold its pacifier. Luckily, dawn broke and we were still alive. :)
The typical day would consist of waking up with the daylight and breaking down camp. Before this could occur, we had to have our coffee. Emily had brought a small stove and we would boil water for instant coffee and hot oatmeal. The temperatures were far colder than I had anticipated so the hot steaming coffee was a highlight each and every morning. I enjoyed blowing into my coffee cup so the steam would hit me in the face. I didn't want to let go of the metal cup as it warmed my hands for the start of the day. After our morning ritual we would walk, mile on mile, step beyond step, absorbing the vast beauty of the day's hike. We passed gorges and thru thickets, over streams, around Lake Jocasee, soaking up the sunlight as we walked, talking some, but enjoying the quiet as well. There was no need to talk most times, most communication was unspoken. For almost two solid days we didn't see another hiker on the trail. The woods were ours for establishment. Along the way we had friends join for day hikes or evening meals, this was great fun and we looked forward to PEOPLE! (and food, i'm not going to lie).
The life of a hiker is tough. You walk all day, doing the work of the day. You get to camp and you know what the reward is? You get to work more, pumping water, setting up camp, building fire, finding a place for the bear bag, and you do all of this rather quickly before the night captures you. At the end of the week I became slightly more useful and could help with the duties of camp life and eventually my walk in the dark becamse somewhat more light.
I am extremely thankful to have had a tour guide and leader in Emily. I trusted both her and her vicious attack dog, Jinx (about as vicious as a kitten in a child's arms, but I pretended so I
felt safer, haha). I learned so much about camping/hiking as I journeyed in the woods. It also served as a reminder of how blessed we are with all the little comforts in life. Running out of TP on day 3 was not cool :).
Emily and I completed 3 marathons this week as we hiked the Foothills Trail. I got to hold my first snake! She was stung by 4 yellow jackets. I got a blister on my pinky toe. She is going to lose her big toe nail. I got to hear trees talk!! This is what I call an awesome stay-cation. Enjoy the beauty of your backyard. Go take a hike!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Back to School...
Sat, Oct. 16 We are racing at some abandoned golf course on the outskirts of Greenville, SC. The fairways are no longer fair, but overgrown with 3 foot high weeds through which a race course has been cut. Night lights which once illuminated the driving range still stand tall, but several of the lights have been shot out by semi-skilled target shooters honing their craft. There are 2 races today: a 30min "B" race for CX 4 and Junior racers, and a 60 min "A" race for basically everybody else, including Pro1,2,3, Master's 35+, and Women. A few of us wily vets understand that 60 min of 'cross is too much to ask of our bodies on the "first day of school", so we jump in the CX 4 race. 22 of us line up at the start, and I manage to grab a spot in the front line of the start grid. The whistle blows, and I get a great start out of the hole, with 5th position going into the first corner. There is a long, gradual downhill straight away section, with the smoothest line on the left, and I hold to the front group as we approach a series of uphill switchbacks before climbing a rutted hill and entering "the Maze". The Maze is just that; a series of narrow lanes bordered by yellow tape with slow, technical turns. I jump hard coming out of the Maze and accelerate down an off-camber curved section, almost overcooking it and narrowly missing a hay bale before dismounting for the double barriers. I remount and accelerate hard again through a series of off-camber straights before crossing the first sand trap, which I opt to run through. By this point, my heart rate monitor is screaming at me as it passes the 165 bpm red-line, so I settle into a slower rhythm...and immediately I'm passed by 4 crazed college guys, sporting Clemson kits and covered in tattoos. I remount and make it to the next sand trap before I'm absorbed by the second group. A short time later we dismount for the steep run up, shouldering our bikes as we plod up the hill (after spending much of the last 4 months on the Furman track, I can't honestly call this running). A sketchy downhill on asphalt golf cart roads follows before a short, steep, rideable hill and we cross the Start-Finish line for lap 1. And so it goes for another lap, 5 of us in the second group trading places as we accelerate on our favorite sections, then dropping back on our weaker ones. As we come through the Start/Finish and begin lap 3, I jump hard from 2 places back and open a small gap on the group. I push hard down the long straightaway and hold it going up to the maze. The group breaks up behind me as 2 guys push hard to catch me. I manage to hold them off for the next lap and a half and finish tired, but happy.
Sun, Oct 17 Day 2 at the Golfing Ghost Town, and the course is a bit wetter this morning. The same cast of characters shows up at the line, the whistle blows, and like Bill Murray in "Ground Hog Day", we are off once again...only this time things are different. It's no longer the First Day of School, and unlike yesterday, when we basically rode a time trial, today people are racing this thing aggressively. I get a weak start out of the hole, maybe 10th out of 20, and now I've got my work cut out for me. As we enter the first downhill straight, the group lines out to the left on the smooth line, and I charge down the right on the bumpy line. I manage to pick up 3 places with this strategy before I become "That Guy You Don't Want Riding Next To You in a Crit", and dive through the inside of the second turn. Despite my efforts, 4 guys get away, and I am stuck in a group of 10, and for the next 4 laps I enjoy the best racing I've had in many years. Attacks come out of every corner with do-or-die chases countering. We dismount at full speed and fly through the sand traps...and not everyone makes it. On the penultimate lap, I make another move, this time from the back of the group, through an impossibly narrow gap on the edge of the long straight. Elbow to elbow I use my momentum to fly past the group and shut the door on the right turn to the Maze. I manage to stay away on the last lap, but I drop my chain and lose a spot before I get back on and hold off the rest of the group.
As G said, like different layers, everyone has their ideas on how to enjoy the beautiful fall weather...I certainly enjoyed my weekend.
Results: Sat 7th/22; Sun 8th/20
So happy to be a part...
What did YOU do this past weekend?
We weren't really ready for the cold weather we faced, waking Saturday morning to 29°, nor did we have reservations for the shuttle bus, which runs people from Damascus to Whitetop, as it was booked up months in advance. Once in Whitetop, the Virginia Creeper trail descends gradually about 1900 feet over 17 miles into Damascus, which is what makes that section such a popular, family friendly ride. Trying to figure out logistics for our own shuttle over coffee in the 29° Saturday morning weather, we came up with a plan that Chandler and I would park our car in Damascus, and ride our bikes to Whitetop, where the other families would meet us ready to ride. When everyone got to the bottom, Chandler would shuttle all the dads back up to the top to retrieve thier cars, so they could in turn drive to the bottom to retrieve their families and bike gear. It was the perfect last minute plan, aside from the fact that Chandler and I had to ride "against traffic" uphill for 17 miles, when many of the people riding downhill had perhaps rarely ridden bikes. As you can only imagine, there were certainly some precarious moments.
All the families were at the top, getting ready to go. Our group had herds of little people on little bikes, trailers, child seats on fronts of bikes, and child seats on the backs of bikes...and toward the end, some of the trailers were carrying bikes as well as children! I think the youngest rider to make it the entire way on their own bike was a little girl, about 4 years old, once again confirming that girls do indeed rock! :) Honorable mention goes to little Christian, 3 years old, who made it about 8 miles! That is, on his own bike, no training wheels!!!! It took us 1:15 to ride up, and more than 4 hours to ride down. And the kicker is: EVERYONE had a fabulous time!
I can go on and on about how much fun we had this weekend, but I just wanted to share a little bit of it with you guys. I know that some of you rode, some of you visited friends and family, and some of you hiked many miles (how many, Weinecker and Emily?)...it would be cool to hear about some of those things. It's kinda like sharing our "layers"! :)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Team Tony
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Acadia.... Travels to Maine
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
What we think about , we bring about!!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Cyclocross in Greenville ???
http://www.pre-reg.com/Users/RacerMain.aspx?Type=1&EventID=562
Saturday, October 9, 2010
TODAY, I REMEMBERED WHY I STARTED BIKING
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Goals - more info
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Kimberly Morgan Joins TEAM headstrong!
Kimberly Stokes Morgan
CCES Conceptual Physics Instructor
Team Headstrong!!
USA Professional Cycling Championships Volunteer Director '06-'12
Monday, October 4, 2010
'Tis the Season...
For those wanting to dabble (or more) in Cyclocross this year, there are now two circuits to choose from, one in North Carolina and one in Georgia, with a third series rumored to be starting in Charleston. Wed training has already started here in Greenville, and I will be jumping in my first race of the year Oct 17 at the Monteluce Winery in Dahlonega, GA. The highlite of the Southeast 'Cross season is the Hendersonville UCI race weekend, which takes place this year on the weekend of Nov. 20-21. For more info, check out the following websites:
All In...
Friday, October 1, 2010
Off the Bike
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thoughts after the Meeting
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Vista Grand Prix Crit Columbia, SC
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Tour of the Carolinas
After 6 days of premier Carolina terrain, we ended with a ride with George. Many of TEAM headstrong were along to celebrate the 26th for Wein.
Friday, September 24, 2010
2010 Top Rider of the Year (IMHO) --- Team Headstrong
Giselle Weekes.... Nationals Podium 2nd, 3rd, 2nd, State Champion RR, ITT... Cover Girl.....
Awesome.....
Thursday, September 23, 2010
City of Greenville CYCLING NEWS update
This site has many downloadable forms and brochures for you to utilize and/or share with longtime cyclists and beginners.
http://www.greenvillesc.gov/ParksRec/Trails/bikeville.aspx
A big THANK YOU for Andrew Meeker, Urban Designer for designating many roads with "Sharrows" (graphic of Arrow and Bike--sharing of the road between cars and bikes).
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Farewell, but Not Goodbye
Monday, September 20, 2010
State RR Congrats
p.s. I apologize for seeming melancholy at the awards. I was actually felling really bad (blood sugar low and dehydrated)--I promise I was not mad or upset (you guys will know if on the rare occasion I get mad--lol)!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
CAT 4 WOMEN CLAIM TITLE BUT FOCUS ON STATE RR
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
TEAM headstrong gets it done in the dirt!
This past Sunday was Team Headstrong’s first (and definitely not last!) mountainbike skills clinic, held at
Deb, Jon and I met at the park at just after 8am, to set up the obstacles borrowed from Upstate SORBA. It’s amazing what you can carry in one hand when you just can’t let go of your coffee mug.
At 9am, Headstrong team members began to arrive and set up their bikes. Kristi borrowed a bike that Deb managed to score for her, Randall and Christina were on their own bikes (though Christina had bike envy by the end of the day. There are worse afflictions to have, we decided!), Perry showed up on a snazzy Specialized Epic, Bird on a ‘niner (you can climb trees on those things), Emily on something yellow and heavy which did not slow her down a bit (sorry Em, I don't remember what it was!) Deb on her very fast, very flashy Trek, and Steve and I on our Giant Anthems; a real motley crew of bikes.
Sam gets the fun started while Deb is fixing Kristi's pedals
We started working on basic balance on the bike, learned the skill of “ratcheting” which you don’t really use on a road bike, but is essential to staying upright in tight spaces on the trail. We had a “slow race” where we had to keep moving, towards the same end of the field, and the last one to get there was the winner.
Emily crushes the Teeter-Totter first time around
The “teeter-totter” seemed to be the most intimidating of all the obstacles, but after two or three times, everyone was ready for a much bigger one. Piece of cake!
Teenie doing the shimmy on the skinny (real mountainbikers really talk like that.)
At about noon, we packed up and had some lunch, and then headed off to
It was a fun day, and I think, without exception, every one of us learned something new. The skills used in mountainbiking translates over to road cycling, and will help us all become better skilled road cyclists.