The weather was nice, so I think there were more than 20 of us? Apparently there were 2 crashes among the cat 4 women, but I only found out after it was all over (and I understand that they were minor). One of them hit a road dot, which sounds kinda funny, I guess, until it happens to you.
Here are a couple I'm-so-happy-not-to-be-dead post-crit photos:


I'm sitting next to Karla in the first one. Her race wasn't until later, with the pro men. Damn.
In the second photo, I'm between Carol and Mel. Carol (left) took almost all the photos, and got up early to BART/ride to the race with me, which was so cool, because I was tres nervous. Mel's my mentor.
Team Oakland, out in force at the Early Birds:


What I learned on race day:
1. Helmet visors are totally uncool, and everyone agreed. Sean held onto mine (see bottom left) during my race, then thought he'd lost it, but then it somehow materialized when he flung it at me right before his race. It was great to be reunited. I laughed, I cried. He also held onto my bike bag for me, because, I was told, you don't want anything on your bike that can come off in a race. Thanks Sean!


3. Don't try to sprint for an entire half lap to the finish just because the pack is going excruciatingly slowly and it feels safer at the front. I don't have a photo for this one, but imagine the above, only I wasn't out in front when it mattered, and I wasn't smiling.
4. My HR max is actually 3 beats higher than previously thought (see #3).
5. Don't trust Mel's definition of a post-crit "cool down ride". Here I am, learning lesson #5 on Mount Motherfucker:

And here I am blogging about my race, during my race (lap 3).

We rode home from Fremont at breakneck speed (I thought, anyway) through the glass strewn streets of Hayward/San Leandro/East Oakland. No I'm-so-happy-not-to-be-dead photos representing that experience, but I've never been so happy to see Lake Merritt.
Holy crap I'm going to New Zealand!
I leave in a couple months. I'll spend 8 days cycling with a group from Queenstown to the top of the South Island, and then I'll head to the North Island and hang out with brother Bryan, sister-in-law Nancy and niece Abby. Bryan's been there for 4 years, and he's talking about moving back to the US, so it's time. Plus, he'll be on sabbatical. Ah, Bryan, if only you were a cyclist!
Here's the cycling plan:
Day 1: cycle 77 km Queenstown to Wanaka
Day 2: cycle 145 km Wanaka to Haast
Day 3: cycle 142 km Haast to Franz Josef
Day 4: free day in Franz Josef
Day 5: cycle 134 km Franz Josef to Hokitika
Day 6: cycle 140 km Hokitika to Westport
Day 7: cycle 158 km Westport to St. Arnaud
Day 8: cycle 120 km St. Arnaud to Picton
That's a lot of kms. And I don't even know how hilly it will be. But hey, the weather is predictable...in that it's completely unpredictable....
3 comments:
Funny blog! I especially like the mount motherfucker reference. I second your nomenclature!
wow! really cool. There is a very practical reason why road riders don't use visors. I figured it out when I went into the drops down a steep hill about 45 miles per hour and I saw... nothing! except my visor. So then I took it off for road cycling ever since. Have a tres nie day. Tootles!
Yikes. I hadn't even considered that.
PS: YOU have a nie day! And it's "Toodles". Hullo!
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