A proud day for me. Honored to be listed along side these amazing women. It will be a tough race, but a challenge that I am looking forward too. Much to be learned and gained in the next week .
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WMRRC - Women's Midwest Road Race Championships
In the mix - WMRRC
My first time in Ohio and Zanesfield did not disappoint. 6th of 23 Cat 3 women and 12th overall.
ToAD Weekend - Downer's Ave & East Tosa
Photo by Snowy Mountain Photography
After last weekend I was determined to put those last couple of pieces of the crit puzzle together. I read this piece on 'How to Crit Like a Boss' during the week, and it really struck a chord with me after my last few races.
“All you need to do is stay towards the front, and kick it into overdrive when the time is right. Sounds easy. If you’ve ever tried it, you know it isn’t. If it were, the internet wouldn’t be filled with race reports that were “I rode great and stayed up front,” but ended with a disappointing finish.”
It's so true. The time comes, you've worked hard all race, you're there at the end, and then you make some dumb decision and *poof* you've finished 8th place, congratulations on your crit, thanks for racing, see you next time. Enter Downers Ave crit, again I was well positioned all race, pretty much an exact replay of last week's race (except I was hoping everyone would be tired) coming into the final laps. I had not looked at the lap counter all race and when I finally did, I saw 4 to go. We were after two fast laps (prime & then sprint points) and I was beginning the nervous thing that I do when it starts getting down to it. I begin to stress about loosing position, about being on the right wheel, about what I'm going to do in the final lap, etc, etc. We come around again and I check the lap counter, 1 to go. I double take and am thinking (and yelling) *#&WTF???!!! Apparently the lap counter was on the fritz and had shown 4 laps three times and was now working again. We had also been told by the moto referee that we were coming up on the bell lap, but I have no recollection of that whatsoever. To be honest at the time I was really enraged, I thought that the referees were cutting our race because we were going over time or something, I thought they had made the crazy decision to give us the bell to end the race endangering the group in the ensuing panic. That was not the case, and due to my good positioning for the rest of the race the quick change to bell lap cut out any of my stressing that I normally do. All of a sudden I'm perfectly positioned and we're going into the sprint. I was second (or third) into the final turn, on the wheel of Jenny Youngwerrth the holder of the cow jersey and winner of the previous 3 races.
I started to go, and I was feeling good, I started to sprint, and I got a dangerous feeling, welling up inside of me; 'I AM GOING TO WIN THIS RACE'. I really felt it, shamefully, with another (what felt like) 600m to the finish line. I left the protected zone of Jenny's wheel and tried to jump away for what I felt was an inevitable W and suddenly there was the wind. The joyous feeling in my stomach plummeted, the glorious post up that I was planning vanished, the distance to the finish line suddenly quadrupled in length, and I died. I managed to barely hang on to 5th place, and Jenny the wheel that I should have trusted took the win. Mia Cheeseman pulled out another great sprint and passed me like I was standing still for 3rd. I had to laugh at myself, what a stupid move, but that is what happens at the end of a bike race. You had a plan, that plan is gone, you need to be somewhere, you're not there, you instead make what in retrospect is the worst move you could make. Luckily I had the entire CWEC to cheer me up, and laugh at my ridiculous train of thought.
Jenny Youngwerth kept her Cow Jersey with ease. Leopard print makes the Crew easy to spot.
The next day I was pretty determined not to be caught out like that again, and this time the CWEC ladies would be watching from the side lines. It was a similar finish, long sprint, but with a slight downhill false flat and a tail wind. The race started fast, as I think it had been all week. There was a big (loud & smashy) crash within the first 15 minutes, which took out some of the top ladies, Christine Thornburg and Mia Cheeseman went down hard, and their bikes would not recover, although they both got back in the race with the help of Sram NRS. Jenny Youngwerth was having another strong race, I just sat behind her, and every attack that came she chased down, I had to do very little work and stayed well positioned without too much effort. Jenny is incredibly strong. For someone to pull the entire race, win every sprint points, a lot of the primes and still have the legs for the final sprint is incredible, you gotta respect that. The final few laps I concentrated hard, staying in position, following the right wheels. The final few corners were a blur of lapped riders, a little chaotic but everyone made it through safe. I gave the sprint everything I had, maxed out my biggest gear because of the hill and tail wind. I didn't die, I didn't mess up, I sprinted as hard as I could and managed a very respectable 3rd. Lisa Hulse took the win with Jenny holding me off for second. It wasn't a win, but I did everything I could to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and I felt that I had, no shame in being straight out gunned.
I finished the day by running around the course frantically screaming encouragement to the CWEC team, and watching them throw down with some of the fastest women in the country NBD.
Note: Bahati socks have super powers.
ToAD - Giro D'Grafton
Photo by Moroder Photography
I really wanted revenge on this race. Last year I was crashed out in the final corner (a more than ~70 degree tight technical turn) in a great position by a panicked move by another racer. I really had never felt so 'on' in a race ever before, and was really crushed (and pretty shaken up) by the abrupt end to my day. So needless to say I was feeling very motivated, and determined to get the finish that I felt I deserved last year.
I arrived to the race with some bike issues, being unable to shift (at all), but I knew that SRAM NRS were going to be at the race and Bobby had me up and running in no time. I got a few laps in to check everything was working, and to recon the course changes and hopped onto the trainers that were available for all racers at the start-finish.
I was quite nervous before the race, mostly due to the pressure I put on myself to do better than last year, also a little nervous about crashing. I took off at the start, which I sometimes do out of habit, and sometimes to calm the nerves. I was first through that final corner on the first lap. I wanted to get it over with. I went into hot, almost too hot, and scared myself a little with how much I had to lean to hold it through the corner, but stayed rubber side down and settled into the race.
The race felt fast, with a lot of $20 primes. I rode with the girls who kept going for primes, winning them and sitting up. I was trying to stay on each sprint, not do too much just sit on the back, in the hopes of a break if the right group ended up on the front but no one appeared to want to go. Perhaps I should have been more vocal about my willingness to go, at one point we had quite a good gap, which I didn't realize til I looked back and saw that there was no one on my wheel.
Alas no break occurred, and with 2 laps to go there was a big attack up the back side incline. The woman who attacked (I didn't catch her name) had been strong all race, and I thought that there was a good chance she could hold it, or we could make a break if the pack was indecisive. I jumped hard to stay with her, and with the help of Andrea Cyr we got to her wheel, unfortunately with the rest of the pack along for the ride. It was a good move on her part, and could have stuck if the pack was worried about burning matches so close to the end. However this move was our downfall, with 1 lap to go, I was panicking at the thought of recovery. Would I have nothing left for the sprint after our efforts? I foolishly tried to conserve and allowed myself to loose position for really the first time in the race. Going into the final turn I was a ways back in the group. I had felt good in that corner every lap (except for one scary moment) and was lucky to make up a lot of ground and move up to around 8th place, which is where I stayed. The sprint was long, so so so long, and I was delighted to find out Mia Cheeseman (Wheel & Sprocket) had gotten second. She has a great sprint, and we often work together as impromptu team mates when we find ourselves at a race together.
I was quite disappointed with my final lap, I should have just left it all out there. I keep reminding myself that it could have gone a lot worse. I have two more chances next weekend to prove myself, Downers Ave & East Tosa. I'll also be out cheering for the women of the Chicago Women's Elite Composite, watching them duke it out with some of the top crit racers in the U.S in the Pro field.
Back on the Wagon
I was feeling pretty burnt out on training for the last week or two after Galena. Sometimes what you need to get out of bed at 5.45am to go do horrible pyramid intervals is a friend. My training buddy for this week was Mia. It's great to train with someone faster than yourself, you are always pushing yourself to keep up, trying to hang on to that faster wheel.