Saturday, August 29, 2015

Hotter n Hell 100-mile bike ride 8/29/2015



After years of neglecting bike fitness, I increased saddle time in 2015. 
It was great to resume the annual event after missing Hotter n Hell for Montreal 24h 2014.

_goal
Good visit with Ann
Injury-free, bonk-free.
Finish before noon => average 20.3 mph
[Ann's guest room]

_mechanical
The BMC drivetrain became noisy over the summer.  After acquiring the tools to service the shifter and the chain, I was still unable to eliminate the remaining creaking.  Local bike shop was unable to help me 6 days before HHH due to volume.

_expo
None of the 3 items on my list had sufficient discount:
Giro Attack helmet
Rudy Project Statfly glasses
Bicycle Inc driving glasses

Bought other things at steep discount:
Atmos II for $79
LG Base layer for $2.50

[this is the most complicated jersey I'd seen.  I didn't need another jersey but couldn't pass it up for $20]

_crit
The quality of spaghetti dinner has been consistent for decades.  The new price made it feel like a donation.

Bumped into Casey and Voon at post-dinner crit.  One tire blew in front of us forcing 2 others to stop.  Miraculously no one was hurt. I couldn’t see myself taking on this risk-fun ratio.

_pre-ride went as planned.
6:30am: Parked on grass.
Installed bento bag
Assembled wheels
Prepared nutrition
Installed Quarq power meter battery
Prayed bottom bracket would hold.

6:55am: rolling
shopping for group to hang with
rolled at steady pace on official course


_century ride
7:05am: cannon.  Started Garmin 310xt; waiting for the front pack.

The lead pack came like a freight train.  Lots of gaps were available to join.  No one was in a big hurry.  4 hours to go.

_easy first half
310XT showed lots of 23+ mph with aerobic heart rate.  I appeared to be in better shape than anticipated.  No one seemed to be working too hard.

A few dudes stopped in the middle of the road surrounding a guy holding his shoulder.  I reminded myself not to take chances.

My main issue was opening the nutrition bag one-handed.  Then my Gatorade bottle leaked because I didn't leave enough air room before freezing. 

[Garmin data]

_Hells Gate Express
It wasn’t hard to keep up with the pack, but yoyoing was scary at time.  The leaders started to break into groups.  I was happy with my position: 23+ mph, mostly steady, I feel guilty for contribution so little.

The effort felt good; the road surface did not.  I tried to remember what it was like to skate chip n seal.

_erratic pace
3:35 into the ride, strong riders got antsy.  Acceleration came in waves.  I could feel riders red-lining.  I decided to let the group go to minimizing bonking risk.  "Go easy early.  This is the course you bonked 3 out of 3."  I only need to average 17 mph for the remaining ride. 


Somehow I thought of Nelson's single's bar dating philosophy, "go ugly early."

_prolonging my skate career
Much of the surface was rough.  I fantasized skating this course using 125mm wheels in 2016.

_pulling the pack
3:35 ~ 3:56 averaging < 20 mph.  Road was crap.  I picked up a few riders along the way.  I hoped at least 1 of them would share the work.  I put my head down.  I wished I had my time trial bike.

Help came before 4 hour mark in the form of a triathlete with terrible pack skill.  The guy kept getting off the saddle due to man-part issue.  I was grateful not having to face the wind alone. I ease a little with every hint of cramping.

_successful finish
I anticipated to bonk between miles 80 and 90; I didn’t.  I jumped into the first group after mile 85.  The pace was reasonable, but my legs felt weak.  I was sad the new route no longer goes through the beer stop.

2 miles to go.  Riders turned jumpy.  I rode by myself to avoid having to trust strangers. 

The ride ended anticlimactically.  All body parts functional.  Everyone smiling.  I couldn’t stop thinking about skating the course again.

_#’s
Gatorade: 2x 24 oz
Water: 2x 24 oz + 12 oz boy scout from roadside

Garmin 310xt
Time = 4:36:44
Speed = 21.6 mph
HR = 147/171 bpm;
Power = 142/788 w
Weather = 73F; 5mph SSW; 69% humidity
No stop

Official timing chip data only worked at Hell’s Gate:
Check Pt; 2:37:48.12; 23.2 mph

_compare to previous PR (2009 with yoga injury):
Time: 4:42:57
Speed: 21.2 mph
HR: 155/180bpm 
Stop #1: pee against fence at mile 27
Stop #2: regroup after bonking: mile 91
Ride data: https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/858125375

_5 hours after
Took the BMC to Trishop’s to fix the noise issue.  Sure enough my bottom bracket cracked. 
Quarq upgrade was hard to swallow at $900.  I postponed the decision 'til 2016.

_morning after
Woke up at 3:30am.  I didn’t sleep well.  Legs weren’t too sore.  I reinstated A2A training Sunday:
skate:
Windhaven skate ladder x12
HR = 114/158 bpm;

run:
10k @9:17
HR = 133/151 bpm

_18 days after
Met Doug at a Private Client dinner.  He rode with the pace car for 80 miles and finished around 4.5 hours.  Doug owned a Ducati but had no power meter on his S-Work.  At least I had my priority straight.




Sunday, August 16, 2015

Xterra Cameron Park half marathon 8/16/2015, Waco, Texas

_clueless
I signed up for the half marathon without learning of the details.  I just wanted to visit Mike and Brenda.



[6 bikes have their own bedroom]

Harris' 3 other runner guests are Voon, Casey, and Steve.

It’d be a “D” race.  I was wondering why runner friends predicted very slow pace.  I couldn’t imagine a half would take more than 110 minutes.  How hilly could it be?
Then Casey send me the stair photo

[Jacob’s Ladder]

I finally dawned on me this wouldn't be a road race.

_goal
Last time I ran trail, I DNF after 37.5 miles.  I got shin splint.

New goal: Look for someone to follow.  2~3 hours.  No stupid risk.  Stay injury-free.  Hotter n Hell was in 13 days.

_sprint start
I was advised to start fast, “you don’t want to get stuck behind slow people on Jacob’s Ladder."

Keeping up with the lead group wasn't too hard, but it felt ridiculous starting sub 6:00 pace for a 2+ hour race.  I was unable to get in rhythm climbing the stairs due to unfavorable leg length.  Couple runners overtook me—yeah, I was the slow climber today.

[First mile]

_unfamiliar sport
I stayed in contact with a few clueful racers.  The surface went from “uneven dirt” to “lots of roots and rocks.”  Footing was frightening.  I stepped on where others stepped.  Elevation changed quicker as we went deeper into the woods. The heart rate strap kept sliding off.    The hand bottle was so annoying I wanted to smash it against a tree.  It was frustrating unable to utilize my cardio capacity.

23 minutes into the race, I barely moved 2 miles.  I slid on rocks and twigs. 

[2nd mile]

“Why am I following these crazies?”
I accepted defeat and slowed.  I drank to reduce bottle weight.  HRM strap stayed put at lowered pace.  I was by myself among the trees.  Trail markings were clear.  The terrain became fun at my own pace.  I started to enjoy the morning.  I felt blessed for the new experience.

Final 1k surface was mostly runnable.  Moving at 9:00 pace felt like flying after an hours in the woods.

_2nd lap
Mike was at base of Jacob’s.  I handed him my bottle.  I wasn’t sure if the beer was for me, but I was thirsty, so I took it off his other hand.

Brenda and Voon looked happy after finishing their 5k.
[beer stop]

The ladder was doable after hydration, but the steps felt bigger.  Then I got lost for nonalcoholic reason--some jerk destroyed a course marker.

Terrain was more familiar by now.  I let legs dictate pace.  I was in no rush.  The final mile came as great relief: I didn’t hurt myself.


[drying fabrics before loading the car]

I won 3rd for my age group.  The 2nd place beat me by 2 min / mile.  Wasn't close.






_capping off nice visit with Brenda & Mike & Shiloh

Ninfa was a great place for Sunday post-race lunch.  Quails seemed out of place in the Mexican restaurant. So I ordered it. 
 It was delicious.

2-hour drive home was mostly smooth.

_#’s
GPS: Garmin 910xt
Distance: 11.68 mi
Time: 2:19:23
Pace: 11:56 min/mile
Heart rate: 151/177 bpm

Official
Distance: 21k
Time:2:20:09
Pace:10:44 min/mile





I already miss Shiloh.