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Once upon a time (last weekend) in a land far far away (LA) a Naked trackie (Me) walked off a plane from Denver into a land of expensive taxis and smog filled skies. Ok writing this in third person is hard so forget that.
Ok here is the quickest version of this past whirl wind weekend that I could muster up. Such an intense weekend has left me feeling like I have an insane hangover… not that I would know though what that feels like. Anywho.
Land at LAX. Take shuttle to rental car company. Company X oversold their fleet of cars and my reserved car was not available and they didn’t have any additional. Ok no worries I’ve lived in a foreign country where they don’t speak English so LA should be no problem. Must keep breathing. Call cab and head straight for the track. Driver tell me during ride that he is gong to charge me double for transporting my bike box. I tell him he can pull over and I will walk my bike the remaining 9 miles but I am not paying double. He stops all conversation but delivers me and Roxie (bike) to track for the original agreed upon amount. Dang straight fool. Thanks again China, I owe you!
Get all my stuff (luggage, wheels, and Roxie) into track, make besties with the manager of track (Matt) and head down to the infield to start building my bike and pretend like I know what I am doing. When I went to open the door to the infield for the first time I froze and heard every mental demon screaming in my head “you don’t belong here, you are not good enough, what a joke to even walk in, go home before you embarrass yourself, you’ll embarrass everyone.” My head said turn around and call another cab but the heart wanted to know what was on the other side of the door. Deep breath. Go now.
Once inside I found my Coach (Cari) and she slipped me a verbal Xanax. Bike got built about the same time my Team Sprint partner (Stephanie) and her big legged fiance (Geoff) roll in. Perfect timing. Coach tells us how to get on the track and what to avoid. Sidebar: this is a much steeper, smaller, slicker wooden track.. it is very different from Colorado Springs… just trust me on this one.
As we are about to roll out Coach grabs me and says to keep your space from each other because if one of us goes down we shouldn’t take each other out. Just about the time I get rolling I hear KAAATTHHHUUUUDDDDD. Team Sprint partner goes a sliddin’ and comes to a very hard stop on the deck. She was basically ok but managed to take home some wooden souvenirs in her skin and saddle. This set the tone for the rest of the weekend for us LA Velo newbies. Note to self: crashes happen even if you are by yourself. After crash crash boom I spent the rest of the afternoon getting used to the track from the sprinters lane all the way up to the rail and then trying to swoop back down at “high speeds”. This track ain’t no joke. Go too slow and goodnight Irene it’s a slick and hard ride to a sudden stop. Go too hard up the embanking and it is like short punchy hill repeats every single half lap.
Day 1: Omnium – Flying Lap, Points Race, and Elimination
Flying Lap: (solo 3 laps to wind up speed and then timed on the last lap around the track). I mentally was most confident about this event. In the Springs I really like the flying 200 so this was only 50 meters more right? Oh wait this track is different and I don’t really know how to wind up slowly so I don’t completely zap my legs before I am to sprint and punch the %&*# out of my pedals. As soon as Mark Tyson pushed me onto the track I was like a bullet. No gradual, no breathing, no anything but pure gas. When it came time for me to jump my quads locked up tighter than have ever before and I basically collapsed onto my saddle from my standing sprint. Thankfully I didn’t fall completely off of my bike like I really thought was going to happen. Somehow I was able to not have the slowest time. I got lucky. These people can sprint.
Points Race: (80 laps with points awarded every 10 laps for the first 4 across the line each time). I was most worried about this event because well I don’t cycle 80 of anything. Ever. 80 is a very big number and with the depth of this field I knew I would be in pure pain cave from the beginning until I died (or finished). I told myself to not look at the lap counter until I was really hurting. To my surprise I thought when I did look at the lap counter it would be much much much lower than the 74 laps to go that I saw. Blerg. Did I mention pain cave? Yeah, I really want to say hell here and other sailor type words. These people have endurance.
Elimination: (Hunger games on bikes. Every 2 laps the last person across the line is cut until 2 riders left and then they duke it out. Lots of sneaky trickery goes into this one) I like the sneak attack in this race the only bummer is that if let’s say your COACH can push the pace from the front the entire race it makes this technique very difficult. I was able to pull this “devil” maneuver off for a little while but after match numero 3.2 million was burned I got cut. These people are smart.
Day 2: Omnium – 3k Pursuit, Scratch, and 500m
3k Pursuit: (Just like TT but this time a gate is holding bike at start) I’ve actually never done this event before and have never been in a starting gate either. The Boss is actually a beast at this event and to be honest I can’t make myself want to hurt as bad as she does. 12 laps of fun fun oh wait nope wrong story, there was no fun in this. Mark Tyson gave me my cues each lap with lots of “ok maybe try to pick it up, yeah I mean it this lap, hello can you hear me, ugh are you deaf, or maybe dead, yep you must be dead” as I rolled by him each time. I think I will keep letting the Boss have her “fun” all by herself. These people are tough.
20k Scratch: (40 laps and whoever crosses line first wins) when I did the math to figure out how many laps this race was going to be I literally almost cried. We get so little sleep between the omnium events and my body was already on shut down mode from all of the other endurance events. This crap ain’t for the weak. I actually tried to work the pack a bit during this race and closed down a very early attack. I’d like to blame that for the fireworks in my legs that happened later but ummm that would be a fib. These people don’t stop.
500m: (held start and 500m go all out sprinter style) This was my second most confident race because I have done these a couple of times. My start was pretty good for me and my time wasn’t too terrible considering that this was the 6th and final event. Ouuuccchhhh from the beginning till the end. For a brief moment in time I was in the lead of this event. VERY BRIEF. These people are sick.
This concludes the Omnium portion of our program. Coach Cari Higgins won and racked up her 15th National Title. BEAST! I didn’t die. AMAZING. These people are inspiring.
Day 3: Team Sprint
TS: (held start, 1st person leads and ramps man 2 up to speed and then peels off at the appropriate place and then man 2 wants to die while racing another lap to complete the 500m) My Team Sprint Partner is 99.99% of the time a much better starter than I am so our biggest concern was that she would drop me at the beginning and I’d have to really burry myself to catch her and then be zonked for the final lap. For whatever reason I had the best start I’ve ever had and Steph had the worst she has ever had. This made for a very panicky moment of “oh god I know I HAVE to drop behind her by some point on the track but I don’t exactly know where that is but if I slow too much I may slide down the track on my wattage cottage and take her out with me”. Thankfully Steph was able to rally and I tucked in behind her. We finished the Team Sprint with lots of “ugh that never happens what happened” comments. These people are savages.
Overall: I had an amazing time and am so glad that I got to go to Elite Track Nationals. I learned more in a weekend than I feel like I have learned all season. Also, I feel much more confident going into future racing, traveling, clutch time type situations knowing that I don’t crack under stressful situations. Who knew? Even though I royally got “it” handed to me this weekend I am more determined, motivated, and dedicated than ever. I know I want this no matter what. The mental demons will not dictate where I go or what I do. My heart says go open the door and see what is on the other side.
But more than anything I am thankful. From the beginning I have had these key people who have filled a giant gap for me trying to crack into this sport. Without their support, direction, and encouragement there is absolutely no way I could have gone from complete track newbie to elite track nationals racer in just 1 season. I owe everything to them.
Thank you Naked for allowing me to fly the flag this season as a distant roadie and a junkie trackie.
Teammies thank you for all the facebook, twitter, and email love. If I did hugs I would give them to you. From Sharon’s bike box to an in person “hello I am here if you need help” via a friend from Maria you guys made this so much easier. It means so much to know a group of people back home are stoked you are even playing with the big girls no matter what the outcome is.
Katie Kackler Macarelleli you are a jerk face and I love the hell out of your stupid guts. You have given more unconditional support than an underwire bra (i will explain what this is later Kackler) and have stood by all my crazy crazy moments this entire season. You are a great friend but I’ll never admit that.
Cari Coach Higgins I blame you and thank you for all of this nationals omnium jibber jabber. You make my legs hurts, my lungs burn, my heart pound, and my spirit fly. If only I could be half the racer, coach, and person you are. Let’s try ok, just not today.
Ingrid “The Boss” Alongi. No words. Too much. Seriously. You helped put the training wheels on, got me rolling, watched me take them off, and supported me in every single way possible. You are the reason I got to go explore this track dream and for that I am forever grateful. I found my passion on your/our/my orange bike and because of you. Thank you.
2014 Elite Track Nats watch out. I am hungry for more.
Rocky Mountain States Games on the track took place this weekend and our trackies were out there en force. Read more from Amanda Cyr!
After racing against the big girls Friday night, slinging each other in the Madison, and a late night of adrenaline rushes The Boss and I headed back to the track to compete in the Rocky Mountain State Games. On tap for the track edition was the flying 200, scratch, points, and 500 meter. Just in case you haven’t been reading our other blogs here is a super speedy run down.
Flying 200: 2 lap wind up to speed and then timed over the last 200 meters. Fastest time makes you winner
Scratch: 10 laps and whoever crosses the finish line first is winner winner
Points: 20 laps with points awarded every 5 laps for the first 4 people across the line (5,3,2,1). Most points is winner.
500: Held start (like a TT) with opponent across track, gun goes off, you go real fast for 500 meters or until you die.
Ok, got it? Great, it is about time.
I decided to go big or go home with my gear for the flying 200 but to be honest I was scared I wouldn’t be able to even turn the pedals. With the Boss starting right behind me I have to say the pressure was on. I ended up taking a not so desirable line coming out of the last corner but was still able to set a PR. Next up… the Boss. I knew I had the lead up to her ride but wasn’t sure I had set a good enough time to fend off the beast. We ended up taking 1st and 2nd!
Overall up to this point: Amanda 1st, Boss 2nd.
Next up was the 10 lap scratch. The pace was definitely manageable and no one was feeling any wild spurs to attack too early thankfully. As we were coming out of turn 4 heading into the start of the last lap the rider in front of me swerved very dramatically forcing me to either let off the gas and kiss my placing goodbye or make an aggressive move and come up and over 3 riders wide. I jumped hard but who was right there in the sprinter lane not giving up any daylight? The Boss. I kicked and came down over her. We finished the scratch 1st and 3rd.
Overall to this point: Amanda 1st, Boss 2nd with her best event up next.
Points races are not my favorite. You gotta do math and sprint and they are long and keep track of who has what and where and god I am exhausted just thinking about it. I knew the Boss would be out to put her hurt on me and everyone else there. I made sure to keep myself in the points but what can I say, she is a much smarter and more aggressive racer! The Boss took 2nd and I took 3rd.
Overall to this point: Amanda 1st and Boss 2nd but only 2 points separated us which meant the overall win would come down to the very last event. Also, 2 other girls were very close to us and are both great 500m racers. Choke choke choke.
My worst fear of having to duke it out with the Boss across the track from me was now a reality. To make it worse everyone was trying to really psych me out before we went off. Thanks “friends” I was very aware of who I was lining up against, don’t need your help!
Standing starts have not been my strength so having to get off the line and up to full speed in 500 meters is extra hard if you don’t really get off the line. We both got to our positions and got all clipped in and ready to box. 5,4,3,2,1 we were off. The Boss in her aero bars and me praying for death we finished without knowing how either person had done or our times. I knew I had pushed myself because my legs were on fire…wait correction more like FI-yah. I ended up setting a PR and getting under 40 seconds which was something I never thought I would be able to do.
Overall: I LOVE LOVE LOVE racing my teammate, mentor, friend, and boss. She pushes me in every way and yet takes the time to teach me while she makes me hurt.
Naked had a great podium day at the track today with a 1st and 2nd! More importantly we had a blast with lots of laughs and encouragement for each other.
This past Tuesday night there were 12 women who raced the Tuesday Track race with 3 of them being Naked ladies. The Boss, The Junior, and myself have never all raced together so I was pretty stoked and also super intimidated. Both of my track teammies are fierce experienced track racers and I really am just faking it. I made some goals for the night and here are a couple. 1) Don’t be a complete mess 2) Don’t embarrass my teammies and 3) Don’t lose my job.
Sounds pretty easy for most but I was in zone 5 just driving to the track and was told on the way down “you have a job tomorrow unless you beat me tonight”. So yeah, there is that.
Now for most of you I am going to assume you don’t know what the different races are for track so I will explain a wee bit. Note: I always have to wikipedia the race flyer the morning before I race because I still don’t know what all of them mean. Oh and also note that there were 4 categories for this night of racing. “A” (very very fast), “B” (very fast), “C” (fast), and Women. Because The Boss signed up to race with the “B” group AND Women’s group of course The Junior and I also did.. can’t look like a slouch when she is around. The Boss, The Junior, and I raced all 5 races but to spare you the time I am only going to give the play by play for 3 of them. You are welcome.
Race 1: “A/B” 10 Lap Point-a-Lap
Neutral start where everyone stays together for the first lap around the track and when the gun is fired and after my heart explodes out of fear from that sound the group takes off. Both A’s and B’s were combined to make for a bigger field and really scare the ba-jesus out of me. This was by far the biggest track field I have ever been in and it was definitely intimidating. When the gun went off so did the big boys… oh and The Boss. As she is pulling around me she says “let’s go Amanda”. Blerg. Who invited her? It is not the easiest thing to get to your position, work your way up, move around the group, pick the right lines, and also find the best wheels when you are flying in circles with no brakes. With the command to “go” I had no choice though. Time to try to just stay on her wheel was my thought. Again, who invited her?
How the winner is determined you ask? Points are awarded each lap with 1 point for the first person across the line per lap. Who ever has the most points at the end is the winner winner. Not only do you have to sprint every single lap but you also have to be good at math. Yes, this should be a good fit for me but these races are so fast and your brain is so oxygen deprived that I never have a clue if and how many points I have. The three Naked trackies finished with the lead group thanks to following The Boss but I couldn’t tell you who had what points even if you paid me.
Race 2: Women 1km Scratch
This time the 12 women lined up together to play a little cat and mouse game. After the neutral start you have 3 laps to be the first person across the line. The game comes in because if you make the attack early and someone is able to stick on your wheel they can sling around you at the last minute since they got a free ride and you’ve just used up a lot of your energy. Lots of looks, measuring up, and positioning happened during the first lap. “Who was going to make the move, where were certain people, how am I feeling compared to her, how long could I hold this pace if I jumped here, etc…” I am not sure exactly who made the big jump but it was quickly down to one lap to go with Kirsten Williams, The Boss, and I coming into turn 3 hot. I decided to try to spread my wings a little and attempt to come around The Boss and hopefully catch Kirsten. I wasn’t sure if this was going to work at all but in a last second effort I came up the banking a bit to then use that momentum to swoop down into the sprinters lane. Cool moment: The Boss said when I passed her it made a “wooossshhhh” noise… yeah, that made my day. Best moment: I realized I couldn’t catch Kirstin at the line so I looked around and didn’t see anyone so I decided to save a little energy and not fully sprint. Right as I am approaching the line I see an oh so familiar face out of the corner of my eye. The Boss had been on my wheel and saw my “sit up” moment and pounded LIKE A BOSS… so sneaky and so smart!
Race 3: Women Unknown Distance
This one should be pretty easy to understand. The women once again started with a neutral start but we had no idea when the gun would be fired to signal race on and we also had no idea how long we were racing. I assumed we would make it a lap before the gun went off so when it fired almost immediately I didn’t know what the heck was going on but saw The Junior and The Boss go so I just followed, typical. About 2 laps into the race The Junior went on an attack like a fearless wild flying monkey. Kirsten jumped right with her and was hot on her wheel. Since she had been the one to beat all night I decided to just race side by side with her almost bumping elbows. I knew that Kirsten couldn’t get around Anna if I rode that close and that if I needed to just go I would have no one blocking me. The only risky part of this rubbin’ is racin’ style is that it really becomes a battle between two people and both of you are burning yourself up with no end in sight. How long can I hurt like this? Thankfully after about 5 laps the one lap to go bell was rung. I was still right next to Kirsten with The Boss right on her tail. Naked finished the unknown distance 2, 3, and 4!
What a night! I had the best time getting to go fast with my Naked teammies. It is nights like this that fuel the fire for me and remind me why I LOVE THE TRACK. Stay tuned for more tales from the track. This weekend The Junior and I will be racing State Championship and each of us are going to our respective Nationals within the next two months. Go fast, take chances!
Amanda 2.0 shares the final days of racing for the Naked Cat 3s and 4s. Stay tuned for more from Berta as she competes with the Pro 1/2s in the upcoming road races.
For the Naked grand finale, we had practically perfect weather, course and field size. Todays course was a large rectangle, four easy 90 degree corners and pancake flat. Since today was our last day, we decided to leave it all in Sheboygan– no guts, no glory. Each of us had something specific we wanted to either work on or apply a learning from the last few days.
We all learned whose wheels are safe to follow and whose are sketchtastic. Not to sound too ‘Colorado proud’ but we really do race with some of the best. The Primal and Natural Grocer women were like extended teammates this weekend and we hope to hear great results as they continue racing.
The race was rather uneventful (which was good given the last 3 days) but Naked was in the mix the entire race. With six laps to go, Jamie launched a rocket attack and was able to keep away from the peloton for 1.5 laps. With two laps to go, after Kat and 2.0 exchanged meows, it was decided that Kat should go for it as she was feeling stronger. Kat was able to get a great top 10 finish today and 2.0 was able to keep her 15th in the GC.
With bellys full of cheese curds, BBQ, brats, leinenkugels, New Glarus, Lake House Lite Pilsner and many, many bottles of wine, we draw these conclusions from Tour of Americas Dairylands (ToAD):
1. The best way to learn how to race a crit is four consecutive days with large fields of unknowns.
2. Crashes happen but pride that comes from getting back up and trying again lasts forever.
3. We learned that we can hold our own among the top womens 3/4 field racers in the nation.
4. Wisconsin is a lot farther than we thought it was.
5. We couldn’t have done any of this without our amazing host family, the Kruses and thank you Kat for putting this all together.
We will be back next year ToAD but this time, we will definitely be racing all 10 days. So be ready for us…
The racing has begun for our Naked Dairylanders. Here is Amanda 1.0 account of the 3/4 race.
If you want to go to an out-of-state race, first rule is to not go with me if you want to have a good time. Both out-of-state races had a similar day 1- torrential downpours, lightening and tornado warnings. Pre-riding in the rain was chilly and wet. Realizing that your soggy chamois is no longer comfortable on “Chafin Road” while warming up should have sealed the deal of not participating in this race but we drove 1,200 miles and there was no turning back. We roll up for staging with ten minutes until the beginning of the race, we are all warmed up and ready to start, then over the loud speaker the voice exclaims that, “Race is delayed. Everyone take cover.” We return to the car to stay protected from the rain, to eat chocolate and to cool down.
Day 2 of the Toad Cross Country Road Trip Team. Will they ever make it to Wisconsin? Here is Tami‘s report from hours 8-17 in the car.
Fueled by free hotel breakfast fake eggs, sausage and fresh but not so fabulous coffee, the four of us hit the road for day 2 of the dairyland adventure.
Jamie, Noodles (Tami), Amanda 1.0, and Amanda 2.0 have set out to try to cut the cheese at Tour of Americas Dairyland. With their Garmin’s turned on to crush some Strava segments and chamois cream flowing here is their journey.
“I need to drink now so I have time to sober up to drive later” said 1.0 as we pulled out of her driveway at 6 last night. The car was loaded to capacity and already the good times started flowing.
Jamie took the first shift of what has become the drive across no mans land. Big kudos to the men and women cyclist who ride the oh so long, oh so flat, and oh so boring roads of Eastern Colorado, Nebraska, and Iowa. Jamie decided to take a monster pull and took us from Denver all through the night to our first resting place.
Our first squabble came over what audio book to listen to late last night. ”50 Shades of Grey” was the initial favorite but Noodles (Tami) vetoed it since she had already read it many times. We decided on “Bossypants” by Tina Fey and immediately decided she should join Naked because she gets us.
As the schlep through the night kept on and on and on and on and on not a lot really happened other than almost hitting a deer, Tami and Amanda 1.0 having a picnic in the back floorboard, Tami eating ground food in honor of Mama Joan, Amanda 1.0 passing out first (wine induced), Amanda 2.0 stressing about the quality of gas station food, and Jamie trying to lay on a pillow while driving. It was a LONG night. Whose idea was this?
We finally pulled into our hotel at 3:30am with alarms set for 7:30. We hit the door with just enough time to brush teeth, change out of chamois, and spoon with your bed mate for a quickie.
Thursday we tackle the final leg of the trip that just won’t quite. We are updating twitter via @wineandoreos with 140 characters worth of pics, tips, and wit. Stay tuned.
Another great post from the newly crowned Cat 3, Amanda Cyr. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten that “4 4 Life” tattoo? There’s something in this post for everyone, so enjoy because these are the best years of your life. Go make the most of it!
When I was in high school (just a couple of years ago) people would come up to me constantly to tell me how “these are the greatest years of your life and make sure you do ____ and don’t do ____ and this is how you should _____.” The only thing I remember from high school is acne, trying to fit in, drinking Boones Farm out of a Sonic Route 44 cup, and listening to “Tiny Dancer” on repeat. I don’t consider those super awkward years to be the best years of my life. They definitely served their wallflower purpose but I wouldn’t call them “the best years” by any means… I mean who really loves holding their friends hair while they return the wine spritzer they bummed off of you onto your Converse?
While in college people had more pearls of wisdom about how “these are the greatest years of your life and make sure you do _____ and don’t do _____ and this is how you should ______”. Wanna know what I remember from college? Acne, trying to fit in, drinking PBR, and listening to “Tiny Dancer” on repeat. BTW, I would also not call these years “the best.” Sure I went to a great school (GO GATORS) and made great memories but again who cherishes holding another friends hair while they ralph the last round of beer pong onto your Tevas?
Last weekend I got the pleasure of volunteering for the BRAC women’s clinic. 50 women came seeking bike skills, information, and ultimately other friendly females to ride with. It was an awesome day of cornering, cackling, and camaraderie. This past Friday, I got the pleasure of being a part of another way to give back. Our team hosted its Ride for Reading book delivery where nearly 3,000 books were delivered by bike to two lower income elementary schools in Denver. Another incredible day getting to give back to the community in a practical and yet hugely important way. And then Saturday at Wheels of Thunder I got to give back in yet another way. I was able to help strategize, encourage, cheer, congratulate, high five, and share in the excitement with all the new cat4’s who rocked their first race!
All of those people from high school and college were wrong. THESE are the best years of my life. I am getting to play a small role in something that is making a difference. Women’s cycling is growing. Women’s cycling is giving back. Women’s cycling is changing. There is a new tide rolling in and it is good. More hands helping out in the community that we ride through, within the community of fellow riders, and within the community of future racers.
It is a very exciting time to be involved in women’s racing from the jazzed up Junior level to the nervous newbie Masters racer. Be warned though blog post reader: people are watching us and our words and actions make huge imprints on the future of our sport and community. I am sure we have all had some less than friendly moments in races where people were just *#$#(*&$ and then we reacted or thought negatively about racing because of it. Good news though, it doesn’t have to be that way. We can change the vibe and perception that is out there. There is new blood that wants to make racing accessible and fun for every woman that comes out to play. We all work hard and we want to do our very best. We can do those things while remaining good people and helping each other… don’t ya think?
I want to help women’s cycling grow but need your help. Come play and let’s be the change we want to see. I promise I will even hold your hair after a TT while you purge all the lactic acid build up onto my bike shoes.
Vive la revolution y allez allez allez!
Amanda 1.0 can’t stay out of the dirt. The cyclocrosser took to Weld County to work with our other cat 4s to secure a podium spot. Naked Women’s Racing would like to send warm, healing thoughts to all of those women who were affected by the crash.
This road race had a little bit of everything with both dirt and pavement sections. The one-mile of packed down dirt had a good line to the right. However, the remainder of the dirt path would jar your upper body, bounce around your smooth pedal stroke and toss waterbottles right out of their once secure cages and into other riders. Hence the neutral area led by a pace motorcycle was welcomed by many riders, although the cyclocross riders were a little disappointed since dirt is what we ride best and thus is a slight advantage for us. After the dirt, there was a right hand turn and then the remaining 12 miles was pavement with a few well-marked potholes and corrugated cattle guards. The neutral start came to an end a few hundred feet onto the asphalt. The previous chatty cat 4s, got into their drops and quickened the pace. Everyone was getting into a good drafting position when the unmistakable sound of beautifully designed machines clamoring into each other and fellow racers going down with them was heard. This split the pack. Worried about our cyclist friends who had crashed and hoping that everything was okay, we continued on the course. Some women in the front of the pack did not hear the crash occur. The race had dwindled from 39 people starting to the lead group of 15 women working together and I will proudly say communicating well. We were like a flock of birds trying to stay guarded from the wind and of course Amanda 2.0 AKA Goose was our fearless leader in the front making a flying V formation and keeping her teammates (and others) out of the wind.
Team tactics had been discussed prior to the race but we were also in contact during the race to ensure there were no changes. 2.0 would gently remind me to draft when my urge-to-surge would kick in. We completed the first lap and then turned back onto the dirt once again, this seemed to go better the second time. Four miles to the finish, a racer attacked. 2.0 had been pulling for almost the entire race and our other teammate was strong at hills and thus was a more likely candidate to do well at the end of the race, so I chased the racer. I was several feet away from her when I felt like I had nothing left. How could I get so close to bridging the gap and then give up now but I had nothing left? That is when Shelley Hartman saved the day. She was on my wheel, came around and proceeded to bridge the remainder of the gap. The pace picked up as we were nearing the end of the race.
This is such a supportive and amazing group of riders. As we approached the finish, you could hear people cheering for each other, 2.0 telling me that I could keep going (even though my body vehemently disagreed with her) and Breeze Brown from Primal Women’s Racing pulling me back into the group after I started to yo-yo off the back. I did get dropped with 1K to go but it did not matter. The most important part of racing is having fun and being with other supportive women. The win does not build as many memories as the camaraderie and connection between these women. That being stated, our teammate Brittany Jones did get 3rd place that day and congrats to her for racing smart and sticking with our plan.
Added bonus to this race report our 2.0s quotes of the day:
1. “If you want your race numbers (there were two) to fit, eat a sandwich.”
2. As we were all climbing the last section of the race, “Every climber that I beat up this hill, owes me a beer.”
3. Very end of the race, “Shut up legs.” This got a mid breath chuckle from many riders and someone later stated that they thought, “Yeah legs SHUT UP.”
We just had our team camp and had 20+ Race and Club team ladies come from all over Colorado to convene in Moab, Utah during the Skinny Tire Festival (great item Roberta won at the BRAC Road Awards Party). We played in the dirt, road through state and national parks, national monuments, and drank a little too much wine. Here’s a very brief recap from the twins but more to follow of our team camp.
As kids we went to camp to get away, stay up late, eat food our parents would never give us, and not shower. As adults camp is actually very similar. The Amandas packed all our chamois, a couple extra bottles of wine, and headed West to Camp Naked Moab with 18 of our fellow teammies.
Here are 10 things we learned from Camp Naked Moab:
- Berta “The Basa$$” will teach you everything from paceling to Peace Corp Popcorn
- Even though everyone might like the twins, not everyone considers the best part of waking up is overly excited Amandas chitty chatty loudly.
- Your legs aren’t the only things that need to shut up; butt, thighs, feet, Helga, etc…
- The scenery always makes up for the elevation gain… ALWAYS.
- Riding with your teammies in crumy weather is way better than riding indoors & alone…period.
- Real team bonding happens at a winery.. chocolate, cheese, and wine are great for recovery!
- There are no deer in Utah!
- Jumping fences is only legal when there are hot tubs behind them
- Paul is the best husband any group of Naked cyclist sister wives could ever have
- We have the greatest group of teammates and friends anyone could ask for
Already looking forward to Camp Steamboat,