Monday, August 13, 2012

Buckwallow Ontario cup


Round what ever in the Ontario scene brought us to the land of rocks. Had some simple plans for this race, survive the double track and pin it in the singletrack. Basiclly work my strength and try and cover my losses where I'm weak.

The start was intense, long double track. It seemed longer than I remember and with random rocks and roots on there it was tough tucking in the pack. The first lap felt pretty good, rode the technical well and when I came up on riders I got a chance to recover. Then we hit the double track and I suffered. was still semi fast though.

Lap two had Mr. Holmes join me, we worked together for a bit but couldn't keep his pace on the double track. I was also stressing a little, my bottle decided it didn't like my bike and removed itself early in the lap. No worries,I can suffer it out till the feed. Again the lap felt pretty good, strong where I should be etc etc.

Came through the feed and took a huge gulp, turned left into the single track feeling relieved and good, pick it up a little. When I exited upon the double track I reached down for my bottle. "Are you shitting me?". No bottle, this is going to start taking its toll. I tried to stay positive and keep pushing hard but I could feel the legs craving a bit a some sort of calorie intake. I started to watch for my previously dropped bottle on the trail. I also got tempted to just grab some random bottle but everyone I spotted I was travelling to fast to make it worth stopping.

Lap 4, I was feeling it, that hint of cramping. Trying to bring in fluids as quick as I can but not bloat myself. Damaged was done,this lap was going to be survival. I also panicked a bit about losing this bottle. That's when one of my strategically dropped bottles appeared. Dam right I stopped and picked it up. You know, just in case.

By the midway part of the lap I knew I was going to survive without cramping, attempted to raise my pace a little. I could hear some bikes in the distance and wasn't sure if my fading was allowing someone in my division to gain, ended up being Watson lapping through for the win in elite. Crossed the line a few minutes later.

A couple things, the 1.5 hour kayak Saturday nit may have not been a great idea but was enjoyable. I really missed my dualie yesterday, need that baby fixed before provincials. I was happy with my results, considering the lack of training etc etc. I'll be changing out that bottle cage this week.

I need coffee, a lot of it

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Friday, August 3, 2012

avoiding it

I rode my bikes, woohoo. Nothing out of the ordinary but I found myself in the hills and of course a conversation that came up on the MNS ride popped into my head. This hill is on there. aww so is this one. Hmmmmm. Don't do it, don't be a follower, don't be weak.

I'm talking about strava, yes I know it's cool but I'm going to avoid it like I avoid twitter. I do have a twitter account, I forgot the password a couple years ago. As for strava, I just can't do it. Maybe it's because I'm not as strong this season as previous years, maybe I like keeping my training, or lack of it top secret, maybe I don't want big brother knowing where I am.

Don't get me wrong, I'll chase a few of the times on that sight, I kinda know where I'll rank knowing the company that I keep. I will mention that I hit 74.4 km/h on a certain downhill which was the fastest to date. I won't share what my times were going up the different hills, that's top secret.

Good weekend coming, it's longer. Buckwallow trip planned and potential another one of those "I've wanted to do this ride to see if it can be done" It's on the map.




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Monday, July 30, 2012

It's on the map

Great weekend, almost training like rides but the views became distracting. Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses and enjoy the view. Especially when they are this ice.



A short stop at Severn Falls



Followed by a stop at Laughlin Falls. Yes I did ride not just sight see. Saturday wasn't bad but Sunday I stepped it up.

I've seen what looks like a road on the maps, even satellite images online show there is a road there. I had to try to get to the big chute with as minimal regular roads.



Notice the very small line that connects E Shore Rd. a that was my concern. Took the do anything bike (29er), I'd attempted this once before on the cross bike but was shut down quickly with a flat tire and mud. This time I was going to make it. As I rolled into what was supposed to be the start I now see how some people get totally screwed when they follow a gps. This so called road was not something I'd recommend taking a car or truck on, you might get about 20 feet. Of course the 29er was perfect.

Great Canadian Sheild type riding


I wanted to take more photos but my ride became more of a survival than enjoyment. The deer flies were almost unbearable. Stopping was not an option and even slowing down in technical sections became a fine line decision. Slow and get bite, go fast and potentially flat or crash. Ya I slowed a little .

45 minutes after I started the trail I rolled out on to upper big chute road about 100 feet from the bridge. I'll be planning for another run through there again but I'll wait till the fall when the bugs are dead.



A few more random trails mixed to the loop including a tunnel under the 400 turned it into a 3 hour tour. Followed up the ride with a 2 hour paddle in the bay, attempting to screw up my cycling tan lines.

Coffee is needed today, oh coffee how I love the.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Livin

Life just keeps rolling along, some great road rides over the last couple weeks. Been pretty must forced to ride road after I shredded my hand and braking became questionable. I sometimes forget how many great roads there are here, including a couple that were just paved yesterday.

Slowly starting to feel stronger, having the later start of somewhat structured riding this year has me feeling happy to not have small hills hurt as much. My main focus for this year, the house, is coming along, the big jobs are done giving me more time to play on the bike and now with the new kayak. 13.5 foot day tripper is perfect for Georgian Bay adjust gives me one more Toyota play with. The Molly monster does give me a dirty look when I leave with it instead of the canoe and her.

Looking like a nice day, no rain again today. I feel it will be a ride then paddle type day. Coffee first


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Monday, July 9, 2012

Sudbury Ontario Cup

Headed to the big nickel this past weekend, no other way to describe it. Awesome. Had a lot of fun on both the riding and social side on this northern adventure.

Saturday's course scoping wasn't exactly what I wanted, flatted half way through the first lap, ended up walking the rest of the lap before heading back to the hotel. Got to see all the sharp rocks at a much slower pace.

Race day came, small group this time, many missed out. Season plan this year was a top ten finish, accomplished with only ten of us on the start line. Start was better than expected and stayed with the lead pack for most of it, felt good. Rode the single track through the haze with no problems. Rode smart, hit the rocky sections and stuck to the main lines watching for those race ending rocks.

There was no head down and grunt it out point on this day, felt great through the whole race, stayed smooth on the double track sections, seemed to pick up an elite woman every lap. on these sections and gave them a good pull. I knew I was riding well when I caught was riding into the divisions that left ahead of me and not being caught by the guys starting behind me. Yep a great day. Finished 7th but it was my lap times I looked at more than anything. Felt closer to what the old me was capable of. Could I get a little faster this year? Maybe.

Highlights, two broken spokes on the rear wheel, had to stop and wrap one around before it jammed up in my caliper. Had a link in my rear suspension come loose, it's a giant, worked great even like that. I was so happy I was on the Anthem, dualie all the way. Rode a clean race right until the end when I just about nutted myself coming into the finish line/feed zone field. There was a hole, it was deep, I hit it at speed and had both hands off the bars, people saw, I survived and stayed moving. Nice scratch on the leg and a sore hip from being stabbed by my seat.

Great weekend, Monday night ice cream ride tonight.



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