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Marisa takes overall win in the Moab Gran Fondo

Teammate Marisa gets it done like a boss! She has won every race she’s entered this year-and we aren’t just talking category or cycling either. Overall-and puts a hurtin’ on the men in the process. Let’s hope we can do it again this weekend at Superior Morgul.

This past weekend marked the most beautiful ride and race I have ever embarked upon…now, that says a ton!  It was a relatively last minute decision to head over to Moab to race the Grande Fondo Moab, but with the excellent reviews I had received it seemed like a great way to get some extra fitness in.  Sixty two miles and 5,500 feet of climbing-PERFECT! Continue reading on her blog!

 

More pictures coming very soon! Thank you Peter!

Reading, Riding, Racing and Rubbin’ Elbows

In lieu of writing several separate blog postings, we figured we’d just share a team email from the busy weekend. Give you an insiders view of our team culture. 

Hi all,

Just wanted to say thank you for everything over the weekend and leading up to it. It was a very exhausting weekend I’m sure for all of you, and I apologize for all the emails leading up to this team weekend. Vera, Joan and I appreciate your patience and responsiveness. It helped make our team weekend a success. Now that it’s over, we can focus on racing a bit!

I wanted to recap what we accomplished this weekend and brag a bit about how ABSOLUTELY AMAZING and AWESOME our team is.

With your help:

*we collected over 2500 books over a two month period and donated them via 30+ bicycles to two schools in need, got GREAT publicity for our sponsors and Ride for Reading, forged a new partnership with the Bike Depot to donate a book to every child who receives a bicycle, received $125 in donations for Ride for Reading (thanks Ingrid and anonymous volunteers!), and even have next year’s school and date tentatively picked out (Smith Elementary and Friday, May 10, 2012). AND I’m pretty sure we hosted the largest Ride for Reading delivery to date across the nation! See pics from our delivery HERE.

*we had an excellent showing at the Wheels of Thunder crit. Amanda Cyr led Sharon out to a third place podium spot, the 1/2 girls all worked hard and I was able to stay rested for the sprint to a 2nd place spot, Kat finished with the lead pack in the Cat 3 race, Renee got a third place podium spot in the 45+, and Berta raced TWICE (P1/2 and the 35+). We had representation in every women’s category out there except 55+ which we could not do anyway (but if we could I’m sure we would!). I believe our 1/2 team will now be in first place for the Rocky Mountain Road Cup after the weekend, which is one of our goals for the season. In addition to racing, Joan and Susan mentored the Cat 4′s in this race, along with veteran racer Anne Lannan. Thank you for your time to do this!

Great pictures from Sportifimages.com. Click the image to see more from the SW1-2 Wheels of Thunder Crit.

*we hosted the first Heels on Wheels pub crawl despite the rain and had a blast! We brought nearly 35 people together. Actually, Megan is responsible for bringing half of those folks:) It was a great time and we’ll receive proceeds to our team from that event as well. I’m all for another one this summer when it’s guaranteed to be sunny and at least 70.

Click the photo to view all our great shots from Peter Adamkovics.

*unfortunately, the Boulder Canyon shoot for the Buffalo Bicycle Classic was canceled last minute, but thank you to those who were still trying to participate. If anything changes with this, I’ll let you know. We are working on back up dates with the videographer.

Compete against the Naked Women's Race Team up Boulder Canyon!

*thank you for making pictures painless, especially on Mother’s Day. They are great, and I’m still shocked we got everyone on their way in an hour. You’ll be happy with them; we look fabulous. There’s a teaser on Facebook, and we’ll have them up on our team site soon. Thank you Peter!! We had everyone together with the exception of Marisa, whom you will meet next weekend at the Superior Morgul. We’re excited to race with her if we can keep up!

More pictures coming very soon! Thank you Peter!

You ladies rock and I want you to know it. I’m very thankful to have you as teammates. You are all great representatives to the sport of women’s cycling. Thank you.

Rachel Scott

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The Heat of the Moment: Tri Lakes TT Race Report

Race report from Gina Lucania at the Tri Lakes TT over the weekend.

Literally. In the heat. 86 degrees to be exact. This past weekend I traveled up to Palmer Lake for the inaugural Café Velo Tri Lakes Time Trial. When I had mentioned it to the team, Vera responded that it was a very hilly course, which is not an ideal course for me, especially with time trials. Get me a relatively flat course, give me my racing legs and I will be happier than a pig in mud. Alas, it turns out Vera was right…

After Wednesday’s Cherry Creek Time Trial, I felt pretty good, but wasn’t holding high expectations. A bit of background: the past few months have not been ideal for training and/or racing. I’m still dealing with a knee issue and had some crazy sickness that sidelined me (no joke) for almost 2 months. I figured it was time to get back on the bike and see where my fitness levels were at. I haven’t been doing much training due to the crazy mess, but I’ve ridden some. As it turns out, “some” is not nearly what I needed on Saturday. I was able to sleep in a bit Saturday morning due to a start time of 12:25! We packed up the bike and the car and off we went to Palmer Lake. When we arrived at registration, everyone seemed so calm and collected; a good sign before you start a race! I set up my trainer and asked my boyfriend for my water bottle. Unfortunately, he forgot both bottles at home and we had to buy them from the lovely folks at Café Velo. Crisis averted. The wind had started to pick up and I knew that with the hills, heat and wind, I was in for a lovely ride. Headed up to the start line and off I went. I raced the SW 4’s and was the youngest rider in the category. All of the women were amazingly fast masters! I tried not to let this intimidate me :)   I was the 2nd to last person to start that day and I wanted to avoid being last on the course, so for the first few miles I used the tailwind to my advantage. About mile 3 I turned a corner and went right uphill into the wind. Only 12 more miles, I can do this!

The woman behind me rocketed past around 4 miles and there I was the last one on the course! The next few miles were downhill so I put my head down and gave it all I had. I started picking off women one by one and finally felt my racing legs come into action. The race directors warned us around mile 9 there was a quick right turn and to slow down to avoid crashing. I saw the signs and slowed down…with 4 cars slowing in front of me who were confused as to where to go and what was happening. I tried to maintain a decent pace but with it being one lane each way, it was inevitable that I had to slow to almost a stop. Not good! Coming into the turn I tried to pick it back up but there was the first of many climbs to challenge me. If I had to guess, I’d say this climb was about a 6-7% grade, so I switched gears and started cranking along. Now for all who know me know climbing isn’t my strong suit, so I was a bit fearful of what was to come and the impact it’d have on my legs later on. Got to the top of the climb and started descending into the wind again. I turned around and there was one rider that I’d passed hot on my heels. I tried to hammer as much as I could, but like waves in the ocean, the hills kept coming! I knew if I kept up the pace I would be dead by time mile 13 came along, and that is exactly what happened. She passed me and so did the other 2 women behind her. At this point, I was in survival mode and my goal was to get the best time I could for myself.

As I said, going into this there wasn’t much expectation other than to do well and challenge myself. I’ve learned through many races and many years of racing that the more pressure you put on yourself, the more detrimental it can be if things don’t go according to plan. Instead of telling myself “you need to win this” I simply set an achievable goal and try to beat that. I normally don’t look at my computer unless it’s for time or speed, but for some reason, I felt compelled to see what mile I was at! This is never a smart thing to do when you are suffering, trust me! I looked down and sure enough, mile 13. At least I have a good gauge for distance, right? Climbing for what felt like forever, I saw some people and 2 motos. I passed them and they complimented my awesome skin suit from Curve, which was very nice to hear! The moto turned onto the road and was behind me because I was the last rider on the course. Now I know I did not have the slowest time of the day, but let me tell you something, when a moto is right behind you because you’re the last rider on course, it definitely toys with your emotions. I kept plugging along and finally saw the 1k mark. I just could not get my speed past 18 anymore and attempted a sprint finish to the line. I’m honestly not sure how my legs were able to do so, but they say mind over matter! It was about 2 miles back to the car so I used this as an opportunity to cool down and collect myself. The moto came up beside me and asked if I needed a push back! I really must’ve looked out of sorts :) I politely declined and kept on my way. I saw my boyfriend up ahead, decked out in his Naked team shirt and hat and he was there to greet me with a hug and good job. Apparently behind the moto was a truck that was also following. He pulled up to us and told me, “You were so inspiring to watch out there, fighting with each pedal stroke!” Honestly? That is what made my day.

All in all, it was a tough day on the bike. It tested mental and physical stamina. So what did I learn from this? Riding your bike is hard. There’s a reason for that. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! (Thanks Kelly Clarkson!)

Big thanks to our awesome sponsors, the town of Palmer Lake and Café Velo for a great race!

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If At First You Don’t Succeed: Deer Trail Race Report

Race report from Megan DiBiase. Naked Women’s Racing pb TriBella had a 2nd place finish in the SW 4′s, and two pack finishes, a 2nd place finish in the SW45+ field, a 3rd, 4th and 5th place finish in the SW1/2′s and a 6th place finish in the SW3′s. Wow!

A year ago, I would have told you I’d never have the opportunity to win at Deer Trail. In fact, last year I dropped out of the race, less than 10 miles in, with strep throat, and not enough fitness. A week ago I also would have thought my chances at podium were very slim. In the past week, I did a running race in Philadelphia, went to an amusement park with my nephew, got sick (again!), and had some severe mechanical issues with my bike. Oh, and only rode once.

However, if at first you don’t succeed try, try, again. The biggest surprise for me at Deer Trail this year was my fitness compared to most of the other women in the race. Within 4 miles into the race, we had a race of 40 women whittled down to 6! Oh and might I add that there was a 3-man crash in the first (neutral) mile of the road race! Being up front is key.

For the next 8 miles, the group of 6 was rotating pretty well though I could tell two of them were on the fritz going up and over the rollers, while I was in a comfortable Zone 3/low Zone 4. What can I say, I was fresh! At the first north-south turnaround (about 15 miles into a 35 mile race), the pack dropped down to three – suddenly! One of the girls with me was very confused: “What do we do? Shouldn’t we wait for my teammates?” I kept saying No and it took some prodding for her to man up. She was after all the fastest ‘climber’ of our little bunch. I relegated a strategy of rotation that was quick and efficient, and we gradually pulled away from the pack. A few times the third girl (who can destroy us all in flats and crits) was struggling on the uphills, however she gave us a nice advantage on the downhills and flats so I was happy to have her, and we really didn’t have a good idea how far behind the others were! And I certainly didn’t want them to catch up.

With about 6 miles left, the moto finally came by and told us we had 1:15 on the next bunch of 3. After that gaps were large and far between. How did the field get so spread out? A little wind, and some good luck, and larger than anticipated discrepancies in fitness? At this point we were just powering up and down the rollers and not sure how the finish would go. I knew I could probably out sprint the climber from GS Boulder, but the Primal girl was a Mad fast sprinter, maybe we could box her out? :) Well with about 1K to go, the climber went (too early) and I stayed just inside her wheel. About 200m to go I pulled ahead without Too much effort, but then out of the corner of my right eye I see an acceleration from behind (smart!). Leslie sprinted with all her might and beat me by half a wheel. I was proud to contest that 1st place sprint (and it hurt so bad I thought I was going to fall off my bike!) and was quite content with 2nd place.

We had fun with our podium and it was a good opportunity to work in the break. Deer Trail is a nice course, and we had nice weather, we Also got to see teammates in other fields (i.e. SW1/2/3 about 10 minutes up the road, and other teammates a little ways back) that kept things motivating. It was really a good course for me, medium build, good stamina. It’s amazing what a difference a year makes. But then again I contribute that to three things:

  1. Started training early and racing early. I’ve been racing for 2 months while most girls have been racing for 2 weeks.
  2. Train with faster girls (and guys): I did a lot of training this winter with the Cat 2 and 3 women on my team, and they pushed me! Also this spring I’ve been riding once a week with Primal guys and they humble me like nothing else.!
  3. Don’t be afraid! We can psych ourselves out mentally all too much. Everyone hurts in bike races. You can do it!

Still a lot to work on (and I need to keep that mileage up), but I am a lot closer to a Cat 3 upgrade than I thought I’d be by now…but planning to wait until summer so I can keep on sprinting for first!

Thanks team for the motivation. And I am excited for Ride for Reading and team pub crawl this weekend!

 

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Heels On Wheels Bicycle Pub Crawl

Join the ladies of Naked Women’s Racing p/b TriBella in the first Heels on Wheels bike pub crawl! Come equipped with two wheels and sport SPD stilettos for this soon-to-be annual event supporting our team. Drink specials for those with the group from Highland and Billy’s, including a portion of draught sales supporting our team. All are welcome including men; men in heels more welcome.

PLEASE INVITE FRIENDS-but have them RSVP HERE so we can tell the bars what’s up. Also, check out our Facebook Invite too so you can see up-to-the-minute info about the pub crawl.

Here’s the itinerary for Saturday, May 12:

6:00 PM meet/ride to Denver Beer Company @1695 Platte St

7:30 PM at Highland Tap and Burger @2219 West 32nd Ave

9:15 PM at Billy’s Inn @4403 Lowell Blvd

Be there or be pedalin’ squares!

Screw in some cleats to an old pair of heels, and join us!

 

 

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Ridgeline Rampage-Mountain Bike Race Report

Race report from Susan Adamkovics on the first mountain bike race of her season.

Ridgeline Rampage...First mountain bike race of the season…check box. I knew it was going to be a hot day, so I made sure to fuel up with some Naked coconut water on the way to the race.  I was pretty sure I was going to die, joking of course, but I am not in nearly the kind of shape I’ve been in the last few years at this early in the season. None the less, I signed up for the 30 miler.  My teammate Joan and I were suffering from pre-race jitters at the start… 3-2-1 go and we’re off. We both got a great start with Joan winning the holeshot. Joan led for most of the first lap; she is a little mountain goat and quite honestly an amazing mountain bike racer.  The course was dry and slick with technical turns.  It was tricky, because you had to lean the body not the bike. I did it wrong one too many times, but fortunately I was able to save myself from complete disaster. There were a lot of riders on the course at the same time, so I often found myself getting stuck behind them. I was making risky moves to pass so I didn’t lose too much time, but that is a part of racing. “Head-up” was the mantra playing over and over in my head, this was important because I was not familiar with the course and it was fast with a lot of turns.

During the first lap, I felt as if my rear tire was a bit low and I started to worry about what to do; should I stop and put some air in, or keep riding. I chose to keep riding, and thought about the advice my husband Peter always says to me, “just focus on riding the bike, don’t worry about the other stuff.” Which if you know me, can be a laundry list of items. I posted a solid time on the first lap, 51 minutes. I started to fade midway through the second lap, and from that point on it was a back and forth with my effort. During the final lap I could see a female rider coming up behind me. This gave me the extra motivation to keep pushing during the final couple of miles. I ended up 3rd in my age group and 4th overall, while Joan took the win in her age group and got 2nd overall.

Pictures coming soon from Mountain Moon Photography!

 

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Tour of the Gila Stage 2: Pro 1/2 Race

Yesterday’s road race was one of the hardest races I’ve done in quite a while. It was a 77.9 mile loop with 5854 feet of climbing, which my legs are definitely feeling today! It started out with about 6 miles of flat/rolling (with a bonus sprint line at mile 6.2) before going right into the first QOM climb. The pace was tough, and until the last 1k of the climb I felt good and was hanging with the group. Unfortunately, as I soon realized, the lack of proper recovery from the previous road race, as Rachel had already mentioned, definitely affected me, and I felt much less strong than I know I can be. After chasing hard on my own for several miles after the QOM, I was caught by a group of about 6 others, and we worked together, rotating through a paceline for what ended up being the rest of the race. We caught a few single riders dropped off the main field, but unfortunately didn’t quite make it to the main peleton. One of the most frustrating parts of the race was the fact that for much of our time chasing, the peleton ahead was in view, but we just couldn’t quite get there – every time we were within a few hundred meters of the caravan cars, someone in the field would launch an attack, and the gap would slowly increase again.

It is sadly ironic to know that I did much more work in the race than many in the main field, who had the luxury of sitting in a large group, surfing wheels, but that I ended up placing much farther back. I kept mentally chastising myself, going through all the “if only’s” – “if only” I pushed just a bit harder to stay on, I could have ridden comfortably, sheltered from the wind, in the field for the rest of the race—for example. But I raced to my best ability given all circumstances, and clearly didn’t purposefully get dropped when I did, and so there are no if only’s, only what was. Near the last feed zone coming into the final big climb, I was cooked. I had done quite a bit of work in the group I was in, trying to chase back onto the main field, and at this point, was dropped from the chase group. I literally lost about 10 minutes in the last 15 miles, and for those last 15 miles was in pure survival mode. I was gauging my effort to avoid cramping, savoring the last half bottle of water I had, and drew motivation from the signs counting down the kilometers to go. In the end, I finished about 20 minutes behind the main peleton, and within the time cut. After Rachel came in, we headed back to our host housing, and I spent the rest of the night doing everything with my power to optimize recovery, and make up for the poor recovery the day before.

I try to remember when I start to get discouraged that I am still young, with much time to continue getting stronger. I mean, look at what a bad-ass Kristin is, and she’s 38! That still gives me 15 years to achieve total domination. ;-) Another thing I am constantly reminded of at big races like this is how hard it is to be truly competitive in a field like this, without any race support. As we arrived at the start area yesterday, I watched in awe and yes, envy, to be completely honest, as racers sat in chair with their feet up with their support staff cleaning and preparing their bikes, performing mechanical tune-ups, and giving impromptu massages. However, despite all that, I am so thankful to have the opportunity to be here racing with such strong women who make this sport what it is. As Rachel mentioned, the winning times this year have been significantly shorter than the times on the same courses last year, which just goes to show that women’s cycling is growing, and with it, the caliber of riders. I will now step down from my soap box, with a TT race report soon to follow.

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Tour of the Gila Stage 1: Pro 1/2 Race

Kim and I have had quite the adventure so far getting to Silver City, New Mexico for the 26th Annual Tour of the Gila big girl race, aka pro race with the likes of Kristin Armstrong and Alison Powers to name a few. Though I don’t quite deserve to be here since cycling is my hobby, and I most certainly don’t get paid (nor could I) to do this as my day job, it’s fun to challenge yourself. Like my friend Alli told me, “even if you don’t have a great race, it’s the cheapest and most effective climbing camp you’ll ever do!”

I’ll do my best to summarize the start of our saga; however, I’m quite exhausted after racing and thumbing for a ride following the point-to-point race.

Sunday-Spun on my rollers for 45 min before swinging by Kim’s to load up the car. The day before, we spent the entire afternoon taking off our generously provided Thule rack on our generously provided team car by Prestige Imports, and outfitting it with longer bars, 5 roof racks, and two wheel mounts (stolen from Kimberley’s car). Before we knew it, our journey began. We drove nearly straight through to Albuquerque. A howling bloodhound on the loose in Trinidad held us up at the gas station. We did what we could to find the owner, but gave him to a panhandling man for safe keeping. Then dinner stop in ABQ at Farina Pizza and Wine bar for dinner, before driving to Socorro, NM for the night.

Monday-Kim and I are great at GSD (Getting Stuff Done)! We both woke up, and got an easy spin in from our hotel room. We both showered, packed back up, loaded all the bikes on the car and were out the door within 25 min. of our ride. Now that’s fast! We arrived early in Silver City, after both of us got car sick from the weaving drive into town through the Gila National Forest. Since we are both about GSD, we drove the sketchy descent everyone has warned us about on stage 2, and confirmed our fears. It’s a doosey. Then went to the grocery, stocked up on plenty o’calories and p’haps a lil’ wine. Unloaded everything at our A-MAZING hosts’ house. Denise and Steve are great folks and we couldn’t have picked better hosts, and a better pad to relax between races. If I get the nerve to do this race again, I’d love to come back here. We have yet to see Javelinas, but make up for it in hummingbirds on their amazing porch with a picturesque view.

Tuesday-Eat and pre-rode the TT course. This will be ridiculously tough. 1500 feet of climbing, yet mostly doable on a TT bike. No one said it would be easy though. And if anything, this is my cheap climbing camp I’ve always wanted to go to:)

Wednesday-Eat and Race. Stage #1, 73.1 miles and too much climbing (4500 ft though my Garmin says more). Our field consisted of 60+ super strong women, mostly comprised of pro’s. After the 2 mile neutral start rolling through town, the gas was on full blast. Several small attacks occurred one after the other, with one sticking through the end of the race. And these aren’t those attacks that I attempt to throw out at a race-this was the real deal. Aaaand if you got dropped on these rollers, you’d kiss your chances of finishing anywhere near the time cut goodbye. On one of the rollers, a girl attacked so hard, I think she wiped herself out. That’s what appeared to happen as I narrowly missed it, running right up on her tire while trying not to dart out of the way causing another crash. Unfortunately, she wiped out some teeth too in her crash. I hope she has a speedy recovery!

Most of the race for me was trying to find a good place to hide and stay out of the wind. Kim did a great job at this. At about our half way point, the entire field agreed to a pee break, since our mechanics don’t allow for us to go from the bike itself. Because the lead group was led to take a wrong turn, this was the prime opp to get her done. So after relieving ourselves, we were neutralized until the lead group could get their time back from the break, and then allowed to go. All very new and very interesting to me.

All was great for me with the exception of my normal leg cramps I can never seem to shake. I’ve learned I can push through them and sometimes if I’m lucky they will go away. They came and went in this race starting at mile 40. Other than the cramps, I felt great…until we got to the last feed zone before the climb. I tried to grab a water but the rider in front of me got it and the volunteer only had 1 bottle. Then I rode very slowly to grab another one from a volunteer reloading….and then it happened. Kaboom-I couldn’t go anymore as the group was pulling away. I chased and chased but alas, I couldn’t do more without walking on the last climb. I kept the group in my sights for the next mile until the climb. Lost a lot of time and should have never stopped at the feed zone.

In starting the climb, I worked with a couple other dropped riders, but was too worked from chasing by myself. They finished a couple minutes in front of me on the 6.7 mile climb (that averaged 11%!). I honestly contemplated walking my bike because it would have been faster than I was riding. I did see a couple other male riders doing this. As I crossed the finish, my only hope was that I made the time cut off (and didn’t get last, but at that point I was just glad to be done!).

Besides the last climb, the hardest part was attempting to hitch a ride back after riding 80 miles and climbing nearly 4,600 ft! It was a point-to-point race with the end being about an hour’s drive from town. And us not being that pro and all, had to beg for a ride because the shuttles that they promised were no where in sight. Awesome. Luckily, Kim hitched a ride with Tibco since they had one spot, and I gave my spot in another vehicle to John Klish. I then hunted with Cat Johnson (who took 9th!) and Amy Charity for a spot and asked the UnitedHealthcare pro team to take us back. We had to wait till they finished, but fortunately and unfortunately they won the stage which means they had to stay for interviews and podium! So we had to wait another hour after the hour we spent searching for a ride before Rory Sutherland got back and then his teammate who took 6th. We finished at noon and didn’t get back home until 4 pm. But thank you to Alex, the United’s amazing soigneur who gave us chocolate, water and chairs to sit in while we waited.

Poor Kim had to wait 2 hours for us to get back in a random guys hot RV because I had the car keys! So much for recovery! We’ll see how this will affect the rest of our race:)

Time to shove more food in my face!

 

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Challenging Mother Nature at Koppenberg

Two days before the race I met Amanda 1.0 and Ingrid to preride the course for the Koppenberg race.  Since we are all such close friends here I will be honest with you and tell you that I was feeling pretty dang confident on that ride.  Confidence doesn’t usually happen with me on the bike but that course with the gravel and downhills and dirt was my kind of route.  That night Amanda 1.0 and I devised a plan of dominance and it seemed like nothing could stop us.

Friday I spent my work hours looking at photos of Belgian cyclist tearing up the other Koppenberg climb, practicing my very humble and yet awesome victory salute, and eating frites (Belgian for french fries).  As you can see I was in this to win this… prepared as anyone ever could be.

As soon as Amanda 1.0 and I got to where Ingrid had set up our “warm up” spot we realized the weather was totally different than what we had expected.  If it were not for Mom aka Ingrid and her crazy trunk of extra cycling gear Amanda 1.0 and I would still be jumping around in the parking lot not talking but mentally scrapping our “plan of dominance”.

On the first lap I was right where I wanted to be, well other than on a nice warm beach, and was feeling pretty good.  The wind was so strong that even being right on someone’s wheel didn’t seem to make any difference.  As we approached the famous climb I had worked my way to the lead spot.  Again this weird sense of confidence washed over me and I got the pick of the litter on the best line up the hill.  0.5 seconds later everyone else decided they wanted my line and I kind of just let them take it.  Why?  Yeah, I will be in therapy for this decision for a while.

Hill 1 was done and I was at the back of the lead pack because I handed it over real nice like but I was still with the pack.  Ok, that wasn’t really how I had imagined that going down but I was still in this to win this and thank goodness I know how to decend and corner.

Hill 2 broke my spirit.  No more confidence.  No more in this to win this blah blah blah.  My new plan was to not walk and to not quite and to find someone to help me battle the no good horrible wind.

Hill 3 nailed the coffin.  Once again I was behind the lead group and all alone.  I am not sure how wind can come at you with such anger and from all directions at every single stinking inch of a course but it was.  I used to like that course… I even talked people into racing it.  I felt so betrayed!

I finished in the middle of the pack.   It is not the place I really was shooting for but know I fought crazy wind and cold conditions with my whole heart and can’t ask for more.  Post race Amanda 1.0 and Mom aka Ingrid returned clothes to their owners and patted each other on the back for giving it our all.  The crazy thing about racing I am learning is that after every race I start getting excited for the next time I can line up to give it my all .  Until then I will just keep practicing my victory salute.

Hell hath no furry like Mother Nature’s scorn!

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Haystack Team Time Trial (TTT)

One might say time trials are time trials, but I think some would agree that a team trial can be even harder than an individual time trial while at the same time a lot more fun! There is something about racing with teammates that allows you to dig a little deeper, push a little harder and go a little longer. The Haystack TTT was definitely one of those races for me.

The weather couldn’t have been better and I was very excited to be racing with my team. I was, however, pretty nervous as I had just arrived back in Denver on Thursday morning on the red-eye flight from Maui after ~10 days of vacation. The Denver altitude always makes me suffer after a sea level vacation, but I didn’t want to miss the only team time trial of the season!

Awesome images from Dejan at www.sportifimages.com!

I parked in Boulder and rode to the race with Susan. We ran into our other teammates who had already raced the individual time trial earlier in the day and they felt that the conditions were great. Once together, we talked a little strategy (go as fast as you can and don’t drop each other!). I was a ball of nerves as I really didn’t want to disappoint my teammates but really didn’t know how I would feel.

We had a good 45 minutes to warm up, dropped our things off at our beautiful Audi team car and headed to the start. 3-2-1 and we were off – I took the lead at the start to try and set a manageable yet good pace up the first hill. It was going well, Susan pulled through, Berta followed and Rachel got us through the corner and onto Nelson Road. We kept rotating and at the first descent Susan charged ahead and we had to jump to stay on. I pulled up one of the longer hills, with my teammates behind me cheering me on. On Nelson Road we got passed by the Primal ladies team and I could feel all of us accelerate in an attempt to keep them from getting away. We turned onto 75th, passed some riders and could still see the carrots ahead. On 73rd, I could feel my legs start talking to me and they weren’t saying especially nice things, but I pushed on hoping I could maintain our current pace. On Niwot Road, I skipped a rotation hoping it would allow me to recover and still do a little more work, but my time was limited. With about 3 miles to go, our speed had deteriorated and I told the others we were too slow. Rachel pulled through while at the same time picking up the pace and had Susan on her wheel. There was nothing I could do, I was done and they were going!

While I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to cross the finish with my team, I was happy that I had done it and was even happier that the others left me when they did. We ended up in 2nd place in the SW1-2 category and a big part of it was because we rode well together and were able to make smart decisions.

Thanks to GS Boulder for putting on a great race!! It was an awesome day! We had a great turnout for our team with Berta, Susan, Rachel, Ingrid, Kimberley, Amanda Cyr, Barb, Megan, Anna and Elizabeth all racing in one or both of the events!

Thank you Prestige Audi of Lakewood for the whip!