Ok, my turn.
The Afternoon & The Plan
I've been talking about how I've been hitting these rides low on fuel because I probably don't eat enough. Yesterday I had lunch at like 10:00, then another lunch around 1:30. It was just some instant noodles we get from the Asian food store. Pure carbs and salt. This is what I need to get the fire a little warmer before the ride. When I get home, the allergies slam me. This time it's in my head, with a headache. I sit on the couch, drink a coffee, and consider taking a nap. Eric pulls up out front around 5:00 and I figure that's not a great idea.
I told Utah the plan for today. No sprints, no extended pull out of the shop, hide as much as possible. Learn to react, allow yourself to stay in the pack, don't get dropped, but don't burn yourself being the hero. The rides are for training, but it's a recovery week.
The one exception - we're allowed to gun for Liberty Corner.
The Start
I'll defer to Jeremy's recap for the start, as I have nothing to add. With 4 of us doing recaps for this, figure there's no need to repeat anything. At the golf course Jim is clearly struggling up the hill. But with the Burger King regroup, this means nothing now. I sit near the back with Jim and the RV (that's Ray, who provides a draft similar to an RV) and Utah. Eventually Jim catches back up and I draft him through most of the next 1-2 miles to the Burger King. We string out a bit but regroup. Utah, Jeremy, and 1 other guy are momentarily caught at the light but the group waits.
Burnt Mills is nothing. I pull twice maybe, and do nothing at the sprint but sit in. Rattlesnake is the same.
As Jeremy described, I explained the area near the
Dairy Farm and why it's dangerous. Look a few posts back to see my explanation on it. After the actual dairy, the road goes into an extended false flat, which then pitches up. If you're ready for it, it hurts as expected. If not, it hurts more than it should. As an aside, my dad used to own a house on that road, on the right side. Presumably I grew up there for part of my childhood but I can't figure out which house. It was across the street from a horse farm is all I remember. My dad used to service the trucks for the dairy farm I think.
I continue to just sit in through this, past the sprint #2, into Lamington.
Lamington is typical, but the group is so strong it seems tame. On the hills a few people out of their league pull up on each hill, and it feels like we are going 12 mph. Still, we end up doing 25.6 or something on Lamington, which is my PR according to Strava. I do not contest the sprint, as is the plan. We hit 206 then the next light and catch a breather. The typical calm before the storm.
Liberty Corner
Coming out of the light I park my ass behind the RV, who seems content. He pulls the whole way to the right turn onto Liberty Corner, and then a bit more. This is where I'll let it go, if I have it today. At what I consider the wrong time, he begs off and waves up up front. I reluctantly take it, but with the road pitching down slightly before the climb, I don't need to put much effort in to keep it at 21/22 or whatever. This doesn't last long.
Jim jumps me and Utah is on his wheel. Apparently they smoked some sort of peace pipe and Jim agreed to scorch himself for the team. He was in his MTBNJ jersey last night, and played the part well. Eric told me to hop on Utah's wheel, and Eric jumped on me. Jim pressed and we kept it going.
Then Utah jumped and he hit it hard. I mean HARD. Clearly too hard.
We're about halfway up, Utah, me, and I assumed Eric. I look over my shoulder and see nobody behind us. It's just 3 of us. Utah is starting to huff & puff like a locomotive going over the Rockies, I'm seeing astronomical numbers on my power display and thinking this can't possibly last. I hear the guy behind me breathing hard too. Around the turn I can't keep this up, and wave Eric by. Thing is, it's not Eric. It's Jeff, the old cagey HG guy who yells at everyone. I look back again, we are moon lengths ahead of everyone.
I need to settle in. HG jumps me and picks up Utah's wheel. I settle in at a better pace, and shortly am about 20 feet back. But this doesn't last long, as they are both cooking badly. I catch my breath, then the second effort comes. I eradicate that gap, jump past both of them, and launch past to the top of the Strava segment, the golden standard of Strava climbs in our small corner of the Interwebs. At least this week. It's sort of our local Zion TT section.
This result is a real bitch:
http://app.strava.com/segments/657465
Utah still owns it by 1 second, and I lead Jon by 1 second. No doubt this bitch is going down sooner or later.
Bob Beamon Time
In 1968, Bob Beamon took the world long jump record which would stand until broken by Mike Powell in 1991. The tailwind for this jump was 2 m/s, which is the maximum allowable tailwind at a competition. Many say that the win aided his jump, with some estimated claiming it gave him a full additional foot over what he would otherwise been able to do.
Point: There was an asterisk next to that record for many people.
After the Strava segment the road flattens out, then pitches up again at the end. As I approached the next pitch someone was on my wheel, which I assumed was Jeff. As I hit the pitch, it turns out that it's the Northeastern guy, and he jumps over me. This of course is motivation, and I instantly find a little more power to be able to grab his wheel. We crest the hill and I let him drag me down the other side.
At the bottom, I jump in front and pull him along. I win the sprint by default but we're just hammering along, trying to keep the pack away now. I pull from the bottom of the hill up to the 4 way stop. Here, we get the benefit of the first asterisk. The B ride is at the 4 way, and at exactly the time we get there, traffic is letting them go. We blow by them with no need to stop, as they are being let through. Wind assistance #1.
I drag us both up to the top of the hill past the fire house, and my legs are about to fall off and walk into the field and die. I beg off and ask Northeastern to pull, but he's got nothing. I just press as best I can down the hill and keep speed, and he stays there, content to be. After a little bit, I start to push more to the bottom of the hill, and Northeastern pops. I round the corner and it's just me. I press to the traffic light.
I know the light is the big gamble. I round the corner and the SOB is red. But wait, green arrow left! As I roll up, I get the green! Mark is there with 2 other guys. "Hey Norm," he says. No time for love, Dr. Jones. I keep pressing. Wind Assistance #2.
I do not look back, instead of looking the gift horse in the mouth, I take the gift and just drill it through the condos as best I can. I look down at various points and see anywhere from 24.1 to 26.7. I feel that's reasonable enough. If they can group and do 28, nothing I can do about that. As I approach the stop sign I look back, and see nothing. If I had seen them I would know the jig is up, because of that little annoying hill after the stop sign. But nobody is there, and I roll it out and keep everyone away.
Through the light then I split off the loop and cool down back to my house. Technically I soloed out ahead of the group but I was the beneficiary of 2 lucky breaks. Also, the stop sign in the condos is much easier to deal with solo, and the traffic light after that as well. By then, the game was over though, and it was a matter of just keeping enough on the gas pedal to make sure I didn't get snagged when I wasn't paying attention.
Regardless, I'll take it.
In the end, I failed to hide as much but much of that was in the last 1/4 of the ride. I managed over 30 minutes of L5/6, which was double what I was hoping for. I did hide up until Liberty, and the ride felt relatively easy in comparison. It was a good lesson on how hiding as much as possible allows you to have more for later, when you might need it.
Anyway, that's the last recap. I see Utah has put his up. The reason you get these recaps every week is that these rides are like races, sometimes more exciting. You should try it. You might pop, but so what. You never know until you try.