I don't have dirty white bar tape.
When I started this blog, I did.
I was hoping it would also be a good metaphor for a hopeless attempt at being pro and being a total poseur.
If I had to rename my blog, it would be called "Poorly wrapped, unraveling, black bar tape with electrical tape covering the end of one of the drops where it came undone and now has an upside down bar end plug."
Is that another metaphor?
You should see my bike.
That is all.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
2010 Tentative Shedule
I'm stealing Siggy's idea.
Here's the list of possible races for me in 2010. I certainly won't get to all of them, but these are the most likely. I hope to make the most of the season's start with collegiate racing. After that, I'll be looking at this schedule, so I'm posting it on the blog for easy reference.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
look ma, i'm blogging.
I have a coach and a power meter. My coach is just getting into coaching so he's doing some work for me via email for free. I was lucky to find him. My training is so much more focused now. A few months ago was doing almost nothing but JRA. (just riding around) I think I'm seeing my numbers go up already, but we have not tested since the original test.
Speaking of numbers and testing, my wattage (particularly FTP) turned out to be better than shown in my last post, but I also found out that I am heavier than I thought I was. When I went to the Dr. to get my Lyme's disease checked out, I weighed in at 175.5lbs. I was expecting about 169. Bike racing made me heavier damnit! Less fat, more muscle I guess. I'm excited to test my FTP again. I think I'm going to make some big gains this season.
I've applied to VT for the spring. I heard from a college counselor that no news is good news at this point, so I think I'm going to get in whether it's for spring or fall.
I did 50 hours on the bike in October. I think that's pretty good for me.
I want a TT bike.
Daylight savings sucks. Here's to suffering on the trainer.
Speaking of numbers and testing, my wattage (particularly FTP) turned out to be better than shown in my last post, but I also found out that I am heavier than I thought I was. When I went to the Dr. to get my Lyme's disease checked out, I weighed in at 175.5lbs. I was expecting about 169. Bike racing made me heavier damnit! Less fat, more muscle I guess. I'm excited to test my FTP again. I think I'm going to make some big gains this season.
I've applied to VT for the spring. I heard from a college counselor that no news is good news at this point, so I think I'm going to get in whether it's for spring or fall.
I did 50 hours on the bike in October. I think that's pretty good for me.
I want a TT bike.
Daylight savings sucks. Here's to suffering on the trainer.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I got the Power!
I have a power tap, WKO, and no money!
Looks like I got 13 or 14 races in this year. No particularly exciting results. My 14th place as a Cat 4 at Strasburg on Saturday is probably the best one on the resume, but not enough to make me smile about it or anything. There's always next year. That's where Hunter, Coggan, and Cyclops come in. I might check out the Turkey Day Crit mostly for some race data.
Looks like I don't really blog when I have something great to blog about, but whenever I feel like it.
Hopefully I'll be going to Virginia Tech in January where I can unofficially major in cycling.
Looks like I got 13 or 14 races in this year. No particularly exciting results. My 14th place as a Cat 4 at Strasburg on Saturday is probably the best one on the resume, but not enough to make me smile about it or anything. There's always next year. That's where Hunter, Coggan, and Cyclops come in. I might check out the Turkey Day Crit mostly for some race data.
Looks like I don't really blog when I have something great to blog about, but whenever I feel like it.
Hopefully I'll be going to Virginia Tech in January where I can unofficially major in cycling.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
"Ouch" - Lost River Classic
Lost River Classic.
Decided to do a whole lap of the unexpectedly brutal course for my warm up. That was dumb, but not my fatal error. As I approached the parking lot I saw the Masters race rolling down the road.
Oh snap.
It's hammer time.
Okay, I made it. Where the hell are my parents? I have no water.
Got the bottles just in time for the neutral roll out behind the Porsche Cayman S. Awesome. Now we're rolling down the highway approaching the first turn onto the difficult parts of the course. A few feet after beginning the rough roads, the road goes uphill. I need the small ring.
Oh snap. Dropped my chain. I get off and fiddle with it for a few seconds and go.
It took me one or two miles to catch the group right at the bottom of a climb with my legs already burning. I was proud of myself for catching up in my first Cat 4 race. The pack must have been moving, because two riders had already been dropped by the time I made it back. As I said, my heart was already beating through my chest. The race left me much more quickly than it came back.
I got a thumbs up and a "way to go" from a guy in the follow car as a came back to the group. I suppose I rode pretty strong considering my recent sickness and lack of food, but I was left to suffer the last ~25 miles on my own. For some of the first lap I was working with a very young looking NCVC rider, but it was mostly solo. About halfway through the second lap I was toast. Out of gas. This course was a struggle just to finish for me.
I hope I can be a part of the race in Page Valley. Racing for 52 miles sounds like a new level of suffering.
I look forward to next year's Lost River Classic.
Decided to do a whole lap of the unexpectedly brutal course for my warm up. That was dumb, but not my fatal error. As I approached the parking lot I saw the Masters race rolling down the road.
Oh snap.
It's hammer time.
Okay, I made it. Where the hell are my parents? I have no water.
Got the bottles just in time for the neutral roll out behind the Porsche Cayman S. Awesome. Now we're rolling down the highway approaching the first turn onto the difficult parts of the course. A few feet after beginning the rough roads, the road goes uphill. I need the small ring.
Oh snap. Dropped my chain. I get off and fiddle with it for a few seconds and go.
It took me one or two miles to catch the group right at the bottom of a climb with my legs already burning. I was proud of myself for catching up in my first Cat 4 race. The pack must have been moving, because two riders had already been dropped by the time I made it back. As I said, my heart was already beating through my chest. The race left me much more quickly than it came back.
I got a thumbs up and a "way to go" from a guy in the follow car as a came back to the group. I suppose I rode pretty strong considering my recent sickness and lack of food, but I was left to suffer the last ~25 miles on my own. For some of the first lap I was working with a very young looking NCVC rider, but it was mostly solo. About halfway through the second lap I was toast. Out of gas. This course was a struggle just to finish for me.
I hope I can be a part of the race in Page Valley. Racing for 52 miles sounds like a new level of suffering.
I look forward to next year's Lost River Classic.
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