That's new....

 I headed to Yankee Springs on Tuesday to get some miles in. I am sort of surprised at the low amount of cars in the parking lot. but at the same time, Barry Roubaix is getting close and the focus for many is gravel. I appreciate the quiet trails. It allows me to just ride and not have to worry about getting run over. 

Since it was Tuesday it is the dreaded yellow direction. Maybe my disdain for this direction comes from the fact that I just know the trail better in the Red direction. I wonder that, and then I get to the long climb towards the middle and remember that it isn't lack of knowledge....it is 100% this climb. 

Hate is a strong word, but not even strong enough for how I feel about this portion of the trail. It just feels like it goes up and up and up and up and up. As you roll into the valley you can see that sides go pretty vertical, not fully knowing where you will end up. I have a good idea....because I love this part of the trail in the Red direction. It is a bombing descent that tests you nerves and skills as you drop further into the valley. In the yellow direction it is a whore of a climb that just seems to keep going.

I hate it....

I am not a climber so that doesn't help. But, each time I have ridden out here (in this direction) I have made a bit of progress. And if I don't make progress, I learn what needs to be done to take that next step. I look at the line. Try to determine where the best line is. Develop a plan for next time.

On this ride as I started to get into this area I was already primed to tackle the first challenge. As I rounded the bend to my first stopper I knew what I had to do. Gain some speed and power over the right hand side of the root cluster. I sped up as much as I could and hit the cluster on the right side. I was up and over the first hurdle, and on my way to the next. 

Feeling pretty happy with myself for clearing that first challenge my brain shifted to the next one. Another nasty root filled kicker about half way up the climb. As you round the last corner before the climb, it appears like a punch to the face. It looks terrible because it is. Its not very long, but it goes very steep. I knew I had to gain speed so I pushed what I could and started up the kick. I barely cleared it, but I made it. I was able to finish the rest of the climb and get a bit of recovery on the downhill into the pines (think mile marker 7). 

This was history my friends. Ever since they added the Yellow direction I have never made all of the climbs. Its such a rough go through there, and I probably let the mentality of it bother me more than the physical part. I am thankful that I could muster the strength to get over both of these major hurdles on this ride. For the first time ever I rode the entire Yellow direction without putting a foot down. 

(that isn't entirely true.....I did stop to help a damsel in distress. She had picked up a stick and it sent her chain over her biggest cog on the back wheel. The chain was jammed in pretty good. I stopped and helped her and then proceeded on my ride).

Even though I did that great, my time was only good enough for 2nd overall for myself. Maybe it was stopping to help. Maybe it was just feeling sluggish on the ride. But it was a great ride on a beautiful day in the woods.

I belong in the woods. There is something so much more enjoyable for me when there is a single ribbon of ground that I am following. Gravel is ok, but my mind can wander. Mountain biking offers a different mindset. You have to be focused on what you are doing or you can kiss a tree, get thrown off the trail, roll a root wrong and dump yourself. When I am riding a mountain bike I just am able to unplug and focus only on riding. My brain is still active with a few sub-routines, but overall I am in the moment. So as much as I hate the yellow direction at Yankee, I am still in love with the sport. I am grateful that I have been able to put myself in the position to enjoy it so much more. I am grateful for my wife that supports me. She wonders why I put myself through the torture, but she understands that I need to train and how it helps me mentally. 

Thank you friends for reading my posts. I appreciate you as well.

Weekly update, almost to April

 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! 

Spring has spring

 As is typical, I haven't posed in nearly 3 weeks again. So, I won't be giving a 3 week update, but maybe a week or two.

I missed almost a week of riding because I headed to Las Vegas to get married. :)  This was a nice getaway trip and we had a ton of fun!!! While we walked a ton, there was plenty of food and beverages to keep my attention. I didn't gain weight though, so that is a bonus!

That few days off turned quickly into a week. Whoops! So my March is currently running a bit behind schedule. Here is what I did last week.

Monday I headed to Yankee Springs to get some riding in. With temps in the 60's and hearing very favorable trail reports I couldn't resist. Not surprising, Yankee was in fantastic shape. I did the warm up look and headed down the main trail. I felt noticeably faster than my last ride out here. Looking at my Strava it had been almost a year exactly since my last ride there. Maybe it was just being out of the woods for so long, or being on the trainer for the winter. But the movement felt pretty good. Looking at the results told me a lot. Of the 31 segments I had four 2nd place times and 27 personal records. lol. Amazing what a bit of weight loss will do for you. Overall, was a good ride minus the climbs that I despise in the clock-wise (yellow) direction. They just feel relentless. The last 2 miles or so are my favorite and It did feel good to finish the main trail and then take another cruise around the short loop to cool down.

Friday was another great day to ride. Temps were in the 50's when I started that ride. The wind was making it a bit cooler, but it wasn't terrible for March. I did a warm up look and then headed out to the main trail. Today was the Red (counterclockwise) direction that the trail always used to have. I prefer this direction and it will be the race direction in April. I wanted to see where my times would stack up against last years Time Trial finishers. While I wasn't pushing super hard, I was riding a solid effort. Again, the speed felt faster than my previous rides out there. The miles ticked away. As I reached the guard rail climb I knew the hills were starting. I was able to make it up here pretty quick overall. I kept my speed through all of the next sections and was almost halfway through in what felt like a quick time. I pressed on, the climbing continued. I made every climb. I am still learning how to ride Mudhorn, so there is a lot of changes to my riding style. It is such a different feel than The DUFF had. Bigger wheels and higher ground clearance make it roll better. 

I was keeping an eye on my time until I got to about a mile to go. Then I just dug in and started to press more. Being able to put down power 12 miles in is helpful. I have struggled with endurance these past few years, at least keeping high power and speed into longer rides. This time I felt great, and was able to push it all of the way out of the woods. My lap time for the course was a personal record by over 2 minutes. The last time I was this fast was in 2015, and I was on a borrowed bike. lol. To even approach my PR felt amazing, but to smash it was an even better feeling. Knowing that my ultimate race goal time is within 5 minutes is even better.   I made all the climbs. I was able to get some calories in. I was feeling great. All good things.

The next day things changed a bit. Temps dropped into the 30's and it was really windy. Tom and I headed to Dirty Donut to do the 42 mile course. We didn't really know how bad it would be. lol. We did notice a head wind right away. The wind was blowing out of the Northwest so we basically had a headwind for 20 of the first 25 miles. Just a brutal drag that made it feel like we threw out an anchor. Add in that the spring gravel hasn't been touched and it made for a rough ride. Lots of potholes, washboard, and frozen ruts throughout the ride. The pavement sections were welcome changes. Even when we had a break from the wind, our legs were shown no mercy. The hills started. They are all pretty much in the middle part of the course and feel like they just keep coming. While not a lot of elevation, my legs started to feel the hard ride from Yankee. At 30 miles Tom was reaching his limit. We struggled for the next 12 miles back to the car. The sun dropped and the temperatures followed in toe. By the time we got done it was low 20's and really cold. Funny how you don't notice it when riding, but you slow down a second and immediately get cold. 

The week was a good ride, a great ride, and a survival ride. All good things and all positive riding towards my goals. The gravel ride hit a bit different though. I was guessing my average speed, just at a cruise....and we missed it by a full mph. Not terrible with the conditions....but I expected more. Then I slept like garbage. This added to a mental dip. By the middle of Sunday I was looking at the transfer deadline for Barry, pondering just bailing on LJ100, and second guessing what the fuck I am thinking.

Wavering. Teetering. Waffling.

My mindset has been pretty steady to this point, but that ride threw me for a loop. I didn't spiral. I was just looking at things logically and doubt slapped me across the cheek. Because I am a logical thinker I started to break down how miserable Barry Roubaix will be in a few weeks. I don't have my nutrition figured out, so what am I supposed to do? Then the thought of struggling for 40 miles piled into the idea of LJ being 100....and how I am not physically ready for that. Might be a better idea to bail out, get my money back and just build some endurance this year into next. 

But.....

....but I just didn't arrive at the immediate conclusion to dump entries. It was hours of thought. Worry. Not knowing how my body is going to react to things. Its all new. I mean, down over 65 pounds....the body will respond differently. These are legit concerns that can affect my health. Things I need to pay attention to. Barry is only a few weeks out, but I do want to test the nutrition side of things. What better way to do that than with 5000 friends? lol.

Right now no plans are changing. I am feeling better after the weekend and will continue to develop my plan. I can drop out of Barry until Friday. Maybe I will stay, maybe I will bail. I am leaning towards riding, but I need to work on my nutrition plan and have a better understanding of my needs before then. I will probably be able to do that in these next couple of weeks. Or not. It depends. ;)

La Reine......

 I am trying for the Ultimate Challenge on the Tour de Zwift 2025. This means you ride all three of the routes in every stage. I missed 2 in stage one. I missed 1 in stage two. I completed all three in stage 3. This left me at Stage 4 which was named "Summit Seeker".

For those that don't know, the Tour De Zwift 2025 is 6 stages around Zwift to get people checking out different routes around the worlds. I was happy to complete my 2024 version of the Zwift Base Camp. So when this one came out I was interested in trying.

Each stage has 3 levels to choose from. Short, Standard, and Long. The descriptions pretty much explain what each one is. But Stage four was a bit different. Looking at Stage 4 gave me pause. Summit seeker means climbing. While I am better at climbing, I am far from a pure climber. I am still fairly heavy and would prefer flat and downhill to those routes pointing upward. Still, I cannot shy away. In order to complete the Ultimate Challenge riders have to complete each distance in each stage. 

Here were the 3 options in Stage 4.

Petite Douleur was the short route. At 16 miles the distance wasn't a concern. The 1270 feet of climbing really wasn't terrible over that distance. It was basically 2 laps of the course, with 2 climbs over the Petit KOM. Not scary by any means.

The standard distance was Lutscher. Interesting enough, a shorter distance with more climbing. The worst part of this route is that the "loop" doesn't start until the top of the Innsbruck KOM. So a long lead-in to the top, a bombing descent, and then another jaunt up the KOM. The Innsbruck KOM is a 4.6 mile climb averaging 5.4%. Not bad once, but the second time around was rough. I generally look at climbing as feet per mile. This route was 177.8 feet/mile.....which is massive. In contrast, Barry Roubiax courses are around 75-80 feet per mile. So, big challenge. 

The long course was indeed La Reine. Looking at the estimated finishing times around 2 hours (for my power output) made me pause. Do I want to sit on the trainer for 2 hours? Well, that is one aspect of this route. Riding for 2 hours versus climbing for 2 hours have way different definitions. 

Looking at the distance I kind of paused, then I saw the elevation and my heart sank. A massive 272.8 feet/mile. Almost 100 feet more per mile than the Lutscher route. Nearly 4 times more per mile than Barry Roubaix. What the hell?!??! 

So I dug a bit deeper into why its so much climbing. Not only does this route include the Petit KOM (from the short course), but it heads up the daunting Vontoux. While it wasn't the full Vontoux, it was the lower and steeper parts. from the profile below you can see that there was a nice lead-in and then nothing but uphill.

I didn't push the flats. I found a group and we rode together at around 19mph to the base of the Petit KOM. The group always gets destroyed at the climb. Petit KOM is considered a Level 4 climb, so not easy. I just found my rhythm and settled in...knowing that I had a long way to go.

When I started the climb I believe I was under 30 minutes of ride time. So instantly my brain started to wonder how roughly 9 miles was going to take 90 more minutes. Having done the Petit KOM just a few days prior I knew it wasn't easy but I was holding basically the same pace. I hit the top only 20 seconds slower than my previous time up. I knew I was doing right by pacing myself.

Then the real climb began. Steep and brutal for miles. Just a slow grind up Vontoux. There were a few riders that would pass. And I passed a few. But in general, I was just grinding away alone. As the time ticked by I was mentally cracking. There is just so much pressure on the legs to keep turning and it feels like you are getting nowhere. The scenery moves slow. The other riders are barely in sight. once in a while someone would fly past. But, these are stronger riders that started late. Solitude found me.

I just put my head down and kept turning the pedals. Slowly my elevation was going up and my distance remaining was going down. At 4 miles to go I noticed my heart rate had dropped. I was steadily in the 130's and had dropped to the low 120's. As bad as my legs felt, my heart was just relaxing. Strange, but it makes sense. This climb was far from cardio. It was like doing 10,000 squats at a slow rate. Just squat...stand......squat....stand. For miles.

With about 2 miles to go I had to stop. I had to give my legs a break. I didn't stop for long, but holy hell my legs were screaming for mercy. I rested for a second, then started again. I couldn't give up now, I only had 2 miles to go. But the time was ticking away and was running out of gas.

With around 1.3 miles to go, I had to stop again. Legs were just not cooperating anymore. How, how can I stop now when I am this close to the finish. I took a breath and started to pedal again. The route flattened out a little, and it was amazing how 7% felt compared to the 10+% I had been struggling with. 

Slowly the distance to go got under a mile. Then half a mile. When I got there I got a bit of a spark knowing the finish was close. .4 left and I was back pedaling with my head down. Just keep going. When I looked after what felt like an eternity I was a .3 miles to go. lol. This ride was just brutal. Eventually the decimals gave way to how many feet remaining. I kept turning as fast as I could until I crossed the banner and competed the route.

Done and dusted. I had just done the single hardest ride I have ever done. Pure climbing for nearly 2 hours. Awful. Had this not been part of the challenge it is likely I would never have done it. After my ride I had to climb the stairs out of the basement. Not a problem. Usually going down the stairs is more of a concern. lol.

I took a shower, got some food, and sat on the couch with my Air Relax leg system. I cranked that baby up to 20 minutes and started my recovery. This system was some of the best money I have ever spent. The next day my legs felt great. I was able to do my normal workout and not have much discomfort. 

What a ride this was. Another accomplishment for me. I knew I had to get these climbs done and out of the way so I can cruise the rest of the Ultimate Challenge. Some of my friends have done this route too, and they all say the same thing. It sucked. lol. Proud of my friends for finishing. It was truly a mental battle to keep the physical side moving. I wanted to quit at least 5 different times towards the end. Knowing that if I quit I would waste the effort to this point was enough to keep me going. 

What a ride.

January, the month that never ends

 After a few months in a row with holidays, January gets here and things change. Everyone starts settling into their new routines, or falls back into the normal rhythm of life. For some, exercise becomes the norm as those New Years Resolutions are firing on all cylinders. By the end of January, the gyms are already slowing down as many people don't follow through on their goals. The weather is generally ugly here is Southwest Michigan. We had that super nasty cold week with a lot of snow. So hopefully that is out of Mother Natures system, and the weather pattern can return to normal, just like everything else.

I had a solid January. While wedding planning is in full swing, I have been steadily making gains on the bike. I set a goal of 10 miles a day for 2025. That is a 3650 goal for the year. Overall, 10 a day doesn't seem terrible. So, how did I start the year? Well, January was very good. 

I ended 2024 with a solid December.

December 2024

All things considered, I think I did pretty good. I know I had days where I just didn't feel like it, but I continued to build off of November, which was steady from October. Just making those steps to get that foundation built back up. This foundation is what I need to tackle my longer rides in June. (remember, I have back to back centuries).

January 2025

January was more of an improvement. I was able to hit 10.38 miles per day, and stay ahead of my goal for the year. When I look at the number of activities, that means that my rides were longer and I was taking rest when needed. While I had 18 activities, I was only active (on the bike) for 15 total days. Basically I was riding every other day for the month. 

That means my average distance per ride was 21.5 miles. I will take that for January.....on the trainer (for the most part). 

I was able to ride at Riley and Merrell on the Albert (fatbike). Riding outside is so much better, but with the darkness and the access to trails being limited, I hit the trainer. Trying to maximize my efforts, I didn't shy away from nasty challenges. Sometimes I question my sanity....plodding away for seemingly endless time on the trainer. I am thankful I can do it mentally. 

Overall, January has been solid. My weight is trending down. My fitness is trending up. My determination is solid. 2025 is off to a great start. I just need to continue to stay focused on the goal. I am looking forward to spring and more adventures with my friends! 

Keep moving forward! 

Merrell Ride

 

I had an interview in Grand Rapids at noon. After the interview I headed further north to Merrell Trail in Rockford. Love the trail in the summer, and I can't remember if I have ever ridden it in the winter. With Albert in the car, and being about 20 minutes away, it was a no brainer.

I got there and the parking lot only had a few cars. One guy was just heading out. I got geared up and headed out. Its been long enough that I wasn't sure which direction to go. I had to swing by the first sign and get my bearings. Then it was off to the races! 

I say races, but lets be honest here...it was a slow ride. The trail was in great shape. The groomers have done an amazing job to get a base down. but, you get to the edge and it is game over. The singletrack snow ribbon was fairly wide, but the edge was deep. There were lots of snow angels along the entire route where people had gotten just off track a bit. Ha. 

The ride was going good until I got to the intersection above. This is Wynalda loop. While I know the trail, I actually wen the wrong way here because I couldn't remember which way on this day. So I headed to the left. In hindsight, I should have known better. But I plodded along until I got part of the way around and saw a sign telling me I was headed the wrong way. Thankfully there were no other rides coming or I would have caused a bigger issue. I was able to right the ship and then the memory of the trail started to come back. 

Looking back at my Strava it makes sense....been nearly 4 years since I have ridden out here. Which doesn't make sense because its such a fun trail. At any rate, the pic above is the way I should have gone. I did on my second trip through. It make much more sense. 

I just plugged away and was enjoying the ride. 

I got done and headed home. Overall just under 9 miles. Not fast. But I had lots of smiles and was enjoying the challenge of snow riding. I realized I am not the best at it simply because I haven't done it as much as I should have. I have had this bike for many years and it barely has any snow miles on it. But as long as the weather holds I will try to get out and get some miles in. 

Outdoors is so much greater than indoors. 

Something new.....a finish.....

I had taken a week off the bike. Some by intent, some by accident. Its amazing how fast a week can pass. My last ride was the snow filled adventure at Riley. Then I got a minor sickness and didn't want to push and tear myself down. So, two days off turned into four...then it was a week. Whoops.

I joined the Tour De Zwift group ride yesterday to get my legs moving again. My intent was to just cruise the 20ish miles and be done. It turned into something I didn't expect. 

First, I had a weird connectivity issue with Zwift. My trainer was telling my legs CLIMB when I was on a flat. So I had to leave the ride for a minute and recalibrate. Then I joined back in and it was fine after that. 

This was a massive group of nearly 450 people. I was in the middle of the group for most of the ride. Towards the end the climbs started and I got pushed back to the mid 300's. Legs were feeling pretty good, and I was just cruising.

First climb

The first climb wasn't massive. I was just finding my rhythm and people were ripping past. This isn't a new occurrence for me. lol. Not a terrible climb, just over a mile and a half at a 2.2% average grade. Being heavier, I still slow down here. I found my cadence and just plugged away. Most riders were gaining on me and passing at this point. I believe I went from high 300's to around 350 on this climb. It really gets thinned out.

I notice the same names on the screen when I am on these longer climbs. One guy passed me, and I passed him back, then he passed me again. It makes a little competition when you can see the same names. I don't care if they don't know I want to beat them.....lol. It just gives some incentive to keep pushing when you yo-yo with similar riders. I had a few names on that first climb that I rode with. 

Second climb

This one is a bit tougher. It is considered a Category 4 climb seeing it is 1.5 miles long at a 3.6% grade. Still not brutal, but good strength building for me. Sure enough the same few people were around me. A few riders would fly past and I caught a few others. But in general my placement was in the 340's as we ascended. This climb had a small flat and then a final kick before reaching the banner. I was able to put in a bigger effort and pull away from the guy I had been riding with. Felt good to put some distance on people I had been riding with for almost 10 miles.

The payoff

There is a massive downhill after the climb. What goes up, must come down. Instead of just cruising I just kept my power up and was pushing toward the finish. I caught a couple of guy and they dropped in behind me. Being heavier, I have the downhill advantage and I was using it. We were flying down the hill and enjoying the speeds.

Eventually we caught 3 other people. Our group turned into 6 and it started to feel different. This group was actually working somewhat together and all pushing at the front as the remaining distance ticked away. At roughly 2 miles to go we reeled in another ride. This group of 7 forged ahead, and I was already plotting my finish.

The finish

Our group was huddled together and reached about one mile to go. Suddenly one guy took off and generated a small gap. I didn't want to let him go, so I pushed harder to close him down. The group followed. I was still at the front, and the finish was getting closer.

.5 miles to go, another guy tried to take off. this time, instead of just reeling him in I mashed as hard as I could and created a gap off the front. Not massive, but at the speed we were going I was hoping I could hold it. Instead of giving up, I pushed hard again. I could see the w/kg of the chasers going up and up with mine. (Nothing crazy here, but when the watts double....that is fairly serious). 

I was running out of steam, but I made a final push across the line. I finished ahead of the small group by  mere 2 seconds. I don't know if they were having the same experience as me, but it did feel that way. This was a new thing for me. I was able to build a group, work with the group, and then finish strong enough to cross before the group. Not bad for a Clydesdale.

Overall it was a harder ride than I anticipated, especially after being off the bike for a week. But it was a fun ride for sure. Like I said, I don't care if they knew we were racing or not, but I won regardless. That is why I like the bigger group rides. It is similar to racing. Around 10 miles in everyone is settled into their paces and the groups start to form. Or a quicker group might catch up and you can jump in and try to hang. I am actually getting more out of training when it feels real. All of this will benefit me come the race season. I just have to keep building and losing weight. The mental training I am getting on situational will help in the long run. 

This year just feels different for me. I am nowhere near where I want to be, but I am improving. My biggest competition will always be myself. But I am looking forward to more mountain biking, racing my mountain bike, and seeing how I can do against other people.

Keep moving forward.