
I was lucky enough to nab a spot on the DC Velo squad for the pro race at the CSC Invitational on Saturday. I have been trying to throw down with the pros all season, racing at Athens, Wilmington, Baltimore, and Somerville, and really enjoy the pressure of 'competing' on that next level.
I was initially planning on racing the 1/2/3, but got a call from Josh Frick on Thursday morning while in the middle of a field trip tour of Jamestown.
I got home from the field trip (I had been walking around Colonial Williamsburg with about 50 teenagers all week)
on Friday night, and immediately went home and finished moving out of my house. (FYI--this is not good preparation for a big race).
I rolled up to the race about 10 minutes
after numbers were supposed to be picked up, and got my DC Velo kit from Ryan McKinney. It was very weird to see the red, white, blue, and black beneath me. I kept thinking to myself, "Who the hell is riding my bike?!"
I started the race buried much farther back than I typically like to, and made a few moves on the inside in the first few laps. I then drifted to the right and started riding the outside line. The outside line was tremendously easier than the inside. I was able to keep more speed through the corners, and limit my accelerations. I flatted once early on, kept it upright, and had to swap my Aeolus to a Ksyrium. Downgrade.
As the race wore on, the attrition really set in. With Gerlach off the front, Kelley got on the front and drive the pace. The speed came in waves, 5 laps hard, 2 laps easy. As people started to pop, I moved up the field, finally settling in around 60th wheel.
50 laps in, and I thought that those who were left were going to finish. I moved to the very back of the field and started to ride smooth and easy lines. Every once in a while someone would drift to the back. I'd ask them if them if they were okay. If they said yes, I stayed where I was. If they didn't answer, I'd pass them, and they'd be gone in a lap. Tailgunning.
With about 15 to go, there were 2 Bissell guys directly in front of me, and 2 Mtn. Khakis guys in front of them. I was certain we were going to finish, and was feeling pretty calm. Then, out of nowhere, a huge gap opened up in front of the Mtn. Khakis guys. I jumped as hard as I could, but the pace was too high. I cut the gap to the pack in turns 1 and 2, but couldn't close it down. The headwind on the 3rd leg put the nail in the coffin.
I rode for about 3 more laps, and the officials didn't pull me. I figured I would dip in behind the field when they came by and just ride it out for a finish somewhere in the 50s. However, when the field did come by, my acceleration to match their speed was too much and I cramped.
The fact is, a two hour crit might be a little too much for me right now. My training volume has been hovering around 8 hours per week, the the speed was just too high for too long for that type of preparation. Owen Nielsen made a good point to me after the race, too. He noticed that I became a little complacent. (Funny aside about Owen: I never told anyone I wasn't going to make the 1/2/3, and I got a call-up for that race. Since I wasn't there, he took my spot on the start line, but the hairy legs were a dead giveaway.) He was right--at 15 to go, I really thought we were all going to roll in to the finish. I should have become a little more proactive as the race began to wind up for the finish.
I was pretty disappointed at not finishing, but got more props for my performance in that race than just about any other. It was great motivation to train more and get faster. I suspect RideSallyRide will be pretty different this weekend.