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.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
WILD FIRE STRIKES BOULDER, CO!!!
Our friends, Joe and Joyce Friel are in Boulder for the summer and have had close call with a fierce wild fire that took more than 50 homes in their area. You will find this link interesting: http://www.dailycamera.com/news/ci_16032818
Please also enjoy Joyce's perspective on the events of the week:
Life is a White Board
Every once in a while we all experience something in our lives that puts things into focus. Something that helps us rebalance our priorities and reassess our world. A flood, a fire, an accident, a death, a near miss or some other unexpected calamity. For me right now, it is the Four Mile Canyon fire burning just west of our home in Colorado. The water-bearing helicopters and retardant slurry bombers haven’t stopped for over 2 days and the air is full of acrid smoke and ash. We are focused on the positive in that we have no direct harm and there have not been any injuries reported from this fire. I heard one of the victims who lost his home say in a newspaper interview that Life is a White Board and his had just been erased clean.
It seems to me this is an apt metaphor for those times in our lives when we are caused to stop and reevaluate. Rather than focusing on the life that was there a second ago that just got erased, maybe we should focus on ensuring the white board always has written on it what is most enduring, most endearing and most valuable to us.
As this gentleman went on to say, it wasn’t the ‘stuff’ he would miss, it was the memories. His family was fine and he could rebuild, but he would always long for the ancient Mayan ruin items he found in South America and he would always long for treasures he brought back from Egypt. Now he will concentrate on the treasures he has with him that are dear and enduring which are his family, his health and his life.
I’m wondering what is written on your White Board of Life. Is it something worth preserving through your actions and deeds or is it something more fleeting and less substantial. I know I sometime get caught up in the day-to-day scribbles on my own White Board and lose sight of the messages I most want my family, friends and colleagues to know and always remember about me.
Now is a good time to assess as the clouds are moving in and we have a 30% change of rain to help the fire fighters get the Four Mile Canyon fire under control.
Joyce Friel
Let's give thanks they are OK!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
One Mo Time
Saturday, September 4, 2010
State Course Training Ride
Monday, August 30, 2010
RACE TO THE ROCK 7K TT
Race to the Rock took place on Sunday at Lake Lure. This is a 7k TT that ascends Chimney Rock, a grade of 7%. Lake Lure is the site where Dirty Dancing was filmed. We stayed at the historic 1927 Lake Lure Inn and Spa in the "Beach View" room. We attempted to stay in the actual inn, in the Patrick Swayze room, but for 250$ a night, we opted out. We found ourselves, and another friend who rode up with us, around the back of the actual inn in a more moderately sized room. It was great!The TT started at 7:30 from the Inn itself. We were up at 5am scarfing oatmeal and eggs hoping to get a good warm-up in before the actual climb. About 10 minutes before the start, we were told by the Setup Events crew that the TT would be a mass start! With not much time to dwell on this new information, 10 women approached the start line. The first mile of the course is flat to rolling. Emily set the pace and tried to pull off, but all the riders, including the winner from last year, Cara Applegate, followed her to the left, not letting her get off the front. Emily was doing all the work. Eventually, i was on the front, but not wanting to kill myself before the big climb, I just rode a moderate pace........
We eventually made it to the Chimney Rock Park entrance, turning left. We had a hair over 3 miles to go to the summit. I found myself with three or so women. The pace was full throttle now as we did switchback after switchback. We eventually caught up to a few men and sat on their wheels. It was down to Cara and I for the women. With about 1.5 miles to go, I was in front of Cara and she attacked me from behind, shooting up the left side. I countered and caught up to her and sat on her wheel. I eventually was riding side by side with her, woman to woman. It felt great. I was there as if to say, i can hang with you without drafting on your wheel. With less than 1/2 mile to go I started to pull away from her. The final pitch was somewhat steeper. I could hear the people cheering above me as I rounded what would be the last switchback. There would be no need to sprint against her. She was not in sight. I sprinted under the finish line as the first woman up Chimney Rock (19:17). Cara finished 2nd (19:37), and Emily rounded out the podium in third (20:13).
Emily and I won a combined 25$ for a 2nd and 3rd place finish at Paris Mtn TT. This race, we combined for 150$. I hope Greenville will continue to step it up for female racers.
After the TT, riders were only allowed to descend the mountain in groups of 12, following a golf cart with rangers, which was followed by an ambulance with lights going. It was quite a sight as we descended the mountain, switchback after switchback, the riders constantly having to slow as to not hit the ambulance that was there for "safety", haha.
After the race, we did a cool down with Cara around Lake Lure. For those of you who who rode the "cool down" after the last Paris Mtn. TT, it was anything but chill. We found ourselves riding very steep pitches, steeper pitches than what we had just raced! The Lake and sunshine was spectacular, soothing our sore legs and luring us into the beauty of creation. That afternoon we decided we would hike Chimney Rock, all one million steps to a view that was incredible. I think I am more sore today from the hiking than the actual bike event :)
I am thankful to Emily for the great pull at the start and also for letting me get in front of her as a car braked on the way towards the base of Chimney Rock. If she hadn't let me in, I would have most likely lost the group, getting trapped behind the car. THANKS!!!
Looking forward to State Champs!
Race on.
NC State RR Championship
It’s a sad state of affairs when your master’s riders are requesting hearing aids as part of the team “kit”… maybe this is why there are so few AARP USA Cycling members……..
I am not sure how it is you can mix up a simple 3 color code system up, but TEAM headstrong did….
Green….. I feel good and am going (you block)
Red………. Did deep…. let’s go (like closing a break down)
Blue……….Chill…. relax.. (let’s recover)
40+ riders lined up for the 50+ NC State RR Championship, including Dave LeDuc, Butch Holt, Dave Stevens, Gary Jackson, Peter Leousis…. and Joe, Randall, and myself….
Team plan…… relatively flat course with 1 little wall at the end of a 1 mile climb 2 miles in, numerous rolling hills… will end in a sprint… need to sit in and wait for final run in, but we cannot let a group with LeDuc get away, so we will close down the breaks if he is in it…….
Something Chandler said to me on Tuesday is ringing in my ears….. “race it .. poll to poll…..right Bird”
Go..
2 miles in we hit the climb…. at the crest I am at the front… a lone rider has gone off the front…. we roll along to the next “bump”… I attack… pass the lone rider getting a break going with 3 other riders…. maybe 20 yards…. pack coming up…. settle back in… LeDuc goes…. I jump and chase… close it down… Gary Jackson goes… chase it down… riding at the front ….. several riders launch attacks… we close it down…. even though LeDuc is not in the break…….. Joe goes and closes a break down on a little climb… that hurt….. heading back towards the Start/Finish… now LeDuc goes to the front and starts attacking…Randall goes to the front closes….. LeDuc goes again……… I am right there as we pass the S/F making 2 right hand turns to start the second lap…. drilling it at the front…….
Wait… what was the PLAN??? LeDuc going… … has 20 yards…. another rider and I at the front decide we are going to let him dangle off the front to try to wear him down….. so we control the pace…. Randall coming up ……. BLUE… I shout… Randall attacks I SAID “BLUE” Randall is going … as we head up the wall… spending quarters like a geriatric at the Las Vegas slots….. everyone now chasing frantically …. Randall closes it but has spent every cent….. I am redlining as we are nearing the top of the hill ….. riders passing me as a gap forms…….. I am OK, I am OK…. settle down…… close it at the top…..
Shit.... the wheel truck goes around me with 2 cars in tow forcing me to hit the brakes on the false flat….. pack slowing …. stand… pass 1 car…. I cannot get around the second car, which is behind the wheel truck… the peleton hits the descent and ………. is gone…. as the truck and car accelerate away…. chase … chase…. done… just done……
Randall blew…. I settle in and solo the rest of the race, praying that something happens to slow some riders down….nada… LeDuc drops the field heading into the final sprint and wins it solo….. Joe comes in 15th, he says (little does he know he actually placed 8th in the 50-54)
Post race… Randall wants to know why I wanted him to go at the worst part of the whole race…….. Blue…Chill…..!!!! not KILL….. (not to mention WHAT HAPPEN TO THE RACE PLAN? especially as it ended in a field sprint just like we thought)
Unabiding Loyalty……. ..... bordering on stupidity…..
Randall’s simple summary…. “Bird, we rode that like a B Donaaldson race, when it was actually an A race…….” very true… very true…..
Thursday, August 26, 2010
SCTAC
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Oak Ridge Omnium
Sub 12
I found myself at the staging area far too quickly. I was seeded to start behind a gentleman who was wearing a very American TT suit. He looked serious, tall and lean. I had my garmin watch set to auto pause. Nicole Johnson did the official count down, and Captain America was off (this was a dubbed nickname by a few riders behind me). I was ready, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO! The first minute was brutal as my legs started to fill with lactic acid. I had had a great warm-up but even just the short amount of time spent in the staging area, it took a little while for the legs to kick in and loosen up.
I could see my moving American target up ahead. My goal was to gain ground, and I did. I used him as a pace bunny never taking my eyes off of him. I do not recall what was going thru my head as I ascended the mountain. Maybe I was thinking about the coffee I had had at Em's that morning and hoping for an extra caffeine turbo boost? Maybe I was thinking about puppies and kittens and how my HR was probably at 185bpm. I'm not sure, it doesn't matter. I had to focus. I was gaining on Captain America. I did not dare look at my watch until crossing the line. It read, 12:06, which was approx. the same time I had had at the last TT. I knew with the auto start option dialed in, I would be close to 12min. If you haven't done the TT before, it is a rolling start, you get a few seconds to clip in before the actual line and your official time begins.
Last night I was up at 2:30am with achy, cramped up legs. I layed in bed reading An Idiot's guide to learning Latin. I hobbled down the stairs to the fridge, had a snack and ascended the long flight of steps back up into bed. I can say this, my legs hurt, it was pure torture and joy at the same time. We are blessed to have the ability to push our bodies to the limits like we do. To exceed limits that we never thought were achievable. I work every day with those who have cognitive and physical limits. I am reminded daily to live for today. As Christina and I like to say, "I'm just thankful to be here." To be in this moment, to be on this team, to learn and grow from each of you.
I felt good on the climb, not quite as good as last time, but managed to eek out a sub 12. Sub 11 next year? Sure, why not?
Carpe Diem!
Paris Mt TT
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Big Birthday
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Team Headstrong in the Midwest
Kristi Stratton
ps Congrats to all for Master's Nationals. The gal that won today knew all about Giselle!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
ROAD TRIP!!
G is considering this event as she has a chnce to win a pair of Zipp wheels!
I will be headed up on Thursday, the 19th, to catch the Asheville TT Series and the 20.5K TT. I will drive to Oak Ridge Thursday night after the TT and ride the courses on Friday.
This is the last big omnium of the season.
I am hoping for other team members will join us!
Please reply if you are interested.
Master's Crits and Other Thoughts
As for the results:
Giselle - 2nd - Perfect race but nabbed at the line.
Teenie - 13th - Seperated 4x from the field and fought back each time for field finish (13th).
RM - DNF - Pulled after being dropped with about 19 laps to go.
This was the most amazing week of competition. I would recommend this to take your game to another level. Next year, the race moves to Bend, Oregon.
G has established herself as a top teir competitior and Teenie and I are second tier. I can't say for sure if I will be there next year or not. The courses look to be those for climbers....am I a climber??
This type event is like a high stakes poker game. You might not win on your first attempts, but you will never compete unless you get in the game.
Many of the headstrong team members could have been very competitive. You know who you are. Once you ever wrap your mind around the possibility of a STARS and STRIPES jersey, it is tough to let go.
If you can dream it, you can make it happen.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Master's Crits - prelude
I know many of you are with us!
Report will follow.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Master's Nationals Womens Road Races
Giselle Weeks, our women's team captain and our most seasoned racer also had a tough day racing in her AG of 45-49. The rain stopped pre race for "G" but left a slick course causing several crashes--including her. G must bounce as she came back to the main pack and sprinted in for a bronze finish! Congrats to Giselle for another podium placement.
I raced 50-54 AG and bellied up to the start line with 16 other riders. These women were seasoned racers. One didn't need to ask--you could tell by their calves, their quads and the way they sat their bikes. And, did I mention, I swear I heard them talking about what Olympics they were in? or what Olympics they knew one another from. I need to research that. Whoa, was I in over my head! Yikkeeees.
I should tell you that even mental coaches get mental and it took EVERYTHING I had in my quiver to get myself to that start line. It is safe to say I was at the edge of my comfort zone. Definitely pushing the envelope. But there I was and off we went. I had a mechanical 8 minutes out on a 15 minute lap (My AG was doing 6 laps for a total of 30 miles). My chain dropped and wedged itself in requiring I dismount to correct it. Back on I was racing to get to the peleton. Because we were warned about the numerous crashes of the prior two groups, we gave some respect to the course. But try as we may to stay vertical, there was a crash just beyond my mechanical on the first lap. Hmmm...my advantage here as I wove my way around the fallen riders and grabbed a wheel of a competitor that was looking back to see who she had to work with. She saw me racing for her wheel and hollered out an "alright" and off we went.
About the time I was thinking about what a great bike handler she was as she maneuvered around the extremely curvy course, her wheels slid out from under her, she was down and was sliding across the road and I was weaving around her. I picked up another racer. Linda and I worked together lap after lap until the final lap when she dropped me on the final climb to the finish. I did not have enough left to chase her sprint but was pleased to take 10th.
So, what did I learn?
1. Keep in the game. Do not give up. One never knows what lies around the corner.
2. The anxious, nervous energy I expended pre race was a waste.
3. Cornering and handling skills are invaluable.
Crits are Saturday for us ladies and Randall races his Sunday. Stay tuned.
Masters Nats RR
It is 10AM and 42 of the top bike racers(60-64) in the US are staging. The temp is 96 already and the official told us there would be a 10 minute delay. I look around and see 41 guys with an average body fat of about 8%. From the neck down, they look like Airborne Rangers.
At the gun it goes fast. We have 7x5mile laps and I am suffering in the first mile! The two 'selection' hills are near the end and they are brutal. We go up Cochran Hill at about 20mph, a fast downhill and the climb to the start finish. At the finish of the first lap, I am off..........who is with me?? Ralph Smook, Jim Cunningham Sr and one other guy. We are still flying and we soon pick up Angelo Cilli (the Wilier Distributor for the US).
When come back again, I hear my team mates cheering(if you ever go to Nats, go with your team mates, they are essential to success)and telling me that my group is 16-20th. We ride the ensuing laps harder than I previously believed I could ride. We catch stragglers and drop a few. In the last lap, there are 9 of us. I sense two are off on Cochran and one guy makes a break. The other six of us, are together. I tell myself, I have it.
We hit the final hill, over one minute of pain. Jim(gets 15th) clips me by a few seconds and I am 18th. My disappointment at not beating Jim, is quickly overcome with the relief of just finishing. Cool down, are you kidding?? I ride over to Teenie, Kenny and Pam Fuller. They help off the bike and I collapse in a chair...not talking....still shaking. Teenie pours cold water over me. Kenny tells me I did great! Kenny had just gotten the 40th jersey with his win.
I hear him tell a guy he had raced this course for the first time in 1976 with the Olympic Team. Wayne Stetina(55-59) and John Howard and him had raced 24 laps of 120 miles on the course. He says today was hard and he did not want to go one more lap.
It is the hardest race I have ever done. I am just proud to have finished. I am thrilled to have been here.
