The race season has officially kicked off. Not mine, but the Melting Mann was a week ago already and the schedule doesn't seem to slow down until Iceman.
For me, Barry Roubaix is just less than 2 weeks out. First though, I want to go over my last week of riding.
Last Tuesday I was just going to drive home after work. For some reason my bike decided to turn and deliver me to Yankee Springs. It was chilly, but once I got moving it wasn't bad. Knowing it was Yellow direction...and temps being in the low 40's wasn't giving me much motivation. I just went out and rode anyway. I don't really like this direction because it feels like you just climb and climb and climb. By the time I get to the real climbs I am already worn out and end up having to walk a bit.
This ride was no different. I found a comfortable pace and cruised my way back into the pines. This is where it feels like the Yellow direction instantly get tougher. There are so many punchy and rooty climbs that I just do my best to get through. I love the pines, but I am still learning how to navigate through here in the Yellow direction. I survived, and pushed onward toward the massive switchback climbs.
Here I didn't make it, and I had to walk. There is a nasty little area that I just can't figure out. So I stopped and took stock of where the best line looked to be. I was taking mental notes of the first nasty spot I had to walk. Note......take it on the right side....and build speed before you get there......you can do it next time! I kept climbing until I got to the next trouble area. Probably half way up the climb is another step up style root cluster that I just haven't been able to navigate. I stopped and analyzed the area for what appears to be the best line. Sure, you can try that next time. I pressed on and eventually reached the top of the hill.
.....now that I think about it....this climb is before the pines. duh. So after this climb there is the quick descent into the pines and then that area of difficulty.
Overall it was a solid ride and I am feeling a bit stronger every ride. I am getting more comfortable with Mudhorn and that is helping. Learning to trust those 29" tires and having faith in the traction is key to helping me get faster. One ride at a time, we will become one.
Saturday Tom and I headed out to Barry-Roubaix for a training ride. It was kinda rainy, but only for a few minutes. Temps were warmer so that helped make it a better ride. We headed out of town and joined into a group of West Michigan Coyotes for a bit. Then we passed them, knowing those damn kids would kill us on the 3 sisters. lol. They did, no doubt. We made the turn to the 3 sisters and started up the first climb. Not terrible. We cleared it and started rolling to the 2nd. This was is a bit tougher, but we cleared it and watched the Coyotes go flying away from us. Then the Third sister was upon us. I settled in and just cranked away until I reached the top. I cleared it....for the first time in a long time. A few miles in, and I was already in a good mood for clearing the sisters.
Next up was the Dairy climb. You might know it as Hubble Hills. It is a series of climbs that ends with a bit of a tougher one towards the end. I was surprised at how decent I felt as I reached the top. My zwifting is paying off I guess. From this hill it is a decent ride all the way to the pavement of Gun Lake Road. This is paved, but has a long climb in it. We just plugged away and finally reached the top. Then you get a nice pay off and get to fly down the descent.
Eventually we arrived at Sager Road. I hear Tom mumble "this is gonna suck"....as we make the left hander into the seasonal road. Up and over the first hill I was feeling pretty solid. That is...until I made a bad line choice and ended up in a pile of sand. No damage done, I got up and kept going. Only Tom saw it, so just a bit of pride damaging done. lol. We kicked off Sager and pushed onward. Eventually I started to get a squeak, which ended up being sand in my rotors. Just an irritant. Handled, we moved on.
Some rain started to fall as we were just in our rhythm. Thankfully the roads were tight enough that the rain didn't turn them into peanut butter. The rain sucked, but didn't ruin the ride. The miles just ticked away and eventually we started to feel the distance. The cemetery climb felt awful. The wall was terrible. any little incline felt tough. We kept going.
Finally the gravel gave way to pavement and we were on the home stretch. Done and dusted. Overall it was a great ride. Not really the average speed I wanted, but there are always factors (not excuses) as to why it was down. It rained. It was windy. I fell over (crashed). We had some traffic...believe it or not. But it was a great day to be out and get some miles in.
My biggest takeaway is this.....I never had to walk a hill. I really don't know when the last time was that I didn't have to walk a Sister, or part of Sager, or the Wall. But I made all of the climbs. So did Tom. It felt good to get around the 36 mile course without putting a foot down. Well, I put my body down...but that is another story. I got up and got right back on, didn't have to walk up a hill.
And though it wasn't a great avg speed, it was enough for a PR on the route. So, feeling like it could have been better and still setting a record is a weird combo. Normally when I feel like it could have been faster I am way off of record setting pace. So I am feeling a bit more confident now too. I am still nervous about the 64 miler coming in a few weeks, but I am learning more every day. My nutrition seemed to be sufficient for that long ride, and I have plans on what to do when I add an hour or two more to the day.
This week I have a few rides at Yankee planned and another gravel ride on the weekend. Probably will try to hit Barry again and see if any fitness was gained in a week.
Until then.....keep moving forward!