On Your Left

When you race, whether it be skiing, biking or swimming, people who pass you will tell you what side they are passing you. I think its to make for an easy pass and to be as safe as possible. I hate it. In the middle of the pack I get people yelling at me all the time “on your left” or “on your right.” It pisses me off because its one more person forcing me to stay in the middle of the pack.

Saturday, Nate and I decided to jump start the bike season by heading down to Durand for the annual Durand Road Race. Nate told me its an easy lap race and is only 13 some miles. I said “sweet, let’s do it.” This was my first road race so on Thursday evening I decided to jump online and get more info about the race, like when is registration, how much is the race, and what is road racing all about? Nate failed to notice that our race is two laps around a 13 mile loop. So our first race is going to be 27 miles long on a tough and windy course. I was thanking Nate on he way down for this wonderful 27 miles of pain that he talked me into doing!

Un-announced to me, road races are way different than mountain bike racing. Its the same atmosphere but different mind-set and looks. The first thing I learned was that you need a license to race. What the heaven, a license? Second, there is a limit on how many riders can race. And third, everyone who shows up looks like they are a professional and are fast.

Looking professional and fast!

Road races are broken down in categories, CAT 1,2,3 are pros. CAT 3 and 4 are semi-pros if you will. Because it was my first road race and my first race of the year, Nate and I decided we begin the race in the middle of the pack by riding CAT 5, all 42 riders.

CAT 5 crew and I ended up front for some reason.

The pros took off and in seconds they were out of eye sight. Group after group left and within 10 minutes it was our turn. Nothing fancy, just the 5 second warning then “go.”


From the start Nate and I found ourselves out front and in the lead pack of nine to eleven riders. At first I thought this is not good, I need to be further back conserving energy and staying safe. But the course was so windy that you needed to be up front and tight with the riders wheel in front of you just so you can draft and get some pull from them.

The course was rolling with two big cimbs at miles 8 and 9. I lost the pack at the second big climb but worked with Nate and another rider to catch the pack again and settle in. coming through the first lap we had a tail wind and the group managed a 33 mph speed. I could feel us separating more and more from the rest of the riders.

The second lap was much like the first. Careful riding and tricky positioning was the key to stay out of the cross winds. With four miles to go Dan Berhow and Nick Vetter attacked and broke away from the lead pack and put an end to the friendly riding. I finished 9th overall. Nate ended up dropping back a couple of seconds and mustered out a top fifteen finish.

Not bad for a rider who typically is in the middle of the pack. Well, actually I was in the front of the pack of CAT 5 which was in the middle of the pack at the Durand Road Race. Great day for a race and nice job Nate. Thanks Amy and Carin for the shouts and encouragement!

The next race on the calendar is the Cable Off Road Classic in May. I will be ready for a good hard mountain bike race. I mean…it can’t be harder than Saturday, right?

Bike On

Sturgie

Cacoon

The past week has been great for all those who enjoy warmer weather. It has especially been great to get out of the house and gather some fresh air. Bout time though. I was off to a decent spring on my bike till winter finally hit WI with dusting of snow and 20 degree weather in April. Either way, the sun is out, the right spring like temps are here and I already have a wonderful tan line!

After getting some solid hours on my road bike by myself, Nate decided to come up for the weekend and get a ride on before he hooked back up with his fiance. So on Saturday we hit the county roads north of Chippewa Falls. We were under some great sunny skies with a little breeze that made for a perfect ride. Two hours on a bike with Nate makes for a perfect train.

That’s a fast looking rider, you think?

We made mention that when training by yourself, emotionally and mentally it is tough. But when your on your bike or skis with your friends the pain is way more bearable. Speaking of friends, Tuesday was my first group ride of the season with the guys from Spring Street Sports. Wouldn’t you know the night that I decided to ride, the big rigs showed up and basically pushed a tempo that resembled much of a mid season ride. My ride ended early with BJ, Kevin, and Pat. We couldn’t muster up enough to catch the group that was relentless on keeping it balls-to-the-wall tempo.

Saturday will be the first race of the season. Nate and I will be heading down to Durand for an early season race. It’s a tough one with climbs galore but it will be a great test to see where I’m at with my conditioning. Keep you posted with results.

The winter hair had to come off…its game time…sort of!

Bike On!

Sturgie

Not The End of The World

I have never won a race. The best I’ve done was 2nd place in my age group in a local cross country ski race when I was a sophomore in high school. There were four individuals in the 16-18 age category, but none-the-less second has been my best.

I don’t ride for a team. I don’t get my bikes, skies, clothes, and lodging from money that sponsors me. When I’m at a race, everything you see came out of my pocket. I don’t have a web page dedicated to my training, racing, and life. You just get this blog. Someday, just maybe, you will get a perspective from the lead pack. But for now, enjoy the view from the middle.

And so be it. I knew it was going to happen sooner than later. I met people who have had it happen to them. I was lucky for four straight years, but this year my luck ran out. Today I received the dreaded “failure to be picked for the Chequamegon Fat Tire Race” letter. Yes, that awkward letter telling me that because I’m not the greatest biker ever, my name wasn’t drawn for this years running of the Fat Tire.

So, this September 15th, on one of the last days of summer, as bikers line up at 6:00 am for the best position and as the experts gather, already in the lead, I will not be in the middle of the pack. I will not be making sure my GUTM packs are taped onto the stem of my bike. I will not be comparing myself to the biker next to me. And I will not be drooling over the pros lined up 100 ft away from me. No, I will be at OO patiently waiting to see what the lead pack looks like.

I often wonder what it’s like to have a race organization beg you to ride their race. What’s it like to have a person in a yellow “race official” bib guarding your position at the starting line. I fantasize about a day where my effort pays off, even if its just for that one race, where I don’t have to dread this day.

As the lump in my throat grew I thought, “its not the end of the world.” And Nikole reassured me that its not the end of the world by the fact that she was going to be unable to make the race this year. Her take is that if I don’t get picked then this is the year.

So, as I write this the light rain will soon be turning to snow. Life is good, and its not the end of the world. Right?

Bike On,

Sturgie