Nov 072013
 

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The jam-packed schedule of events through the fall racing season has meant that my weightlifting has taken a back seat. I’ve still been in the weight room here and there, but nothing that could be called a program. But now that the weather’s turning, and the races are nearly over, it’s time to get back at it. Today I did a short, simple upper body routine, just to see what the damage is from so much time off. Happily, it’s not that bad. I was still able to press these 60s on my last set of flat bench, for 10 good reps. I have some work to do to get my strength back to where it was in the spring, but it looks like weeks of work, rather than months. That’s good news.

Nov 062013
 

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This is one of the three ways I’ll be tacking on miles to my Movember miles-for-dollars campaign. Obviously it would be easiest to go out and steam through 500 miles on the road bike, but this time of year, the weather isn’t always going to comply. And anyway, since when do I do things the easy way?

Today I couldn’t get out for a pedal, so I resorted to the row machine instead, pulling out 10 kilometers in a little under 47 minutes. If I remember right (and I can’t find the picture), I think the last time I did this distance was in the spring, and it took me right around 50 minutes. Always nice to see improvements in fitness without working directly for them!

So yeah, that’s 6 more miles to the total. I’m behind the curve to make 500 miles this month, but as of right now, you all are behind the curve for donations!

I’m slaving away all month, trying to raise (at least) $500 for Movember, in support of men’s health. You can go to mobro.co/PedroSuave to donate, and add miles to my suffering!

Nov 052013
 
Riding off, into the sunset. No, really.

Riding off, into the sunset. No, really.

I was caught out by the time change, today. I had hoped to get in a solid ride to add miles to my Movember campaign, but setting the clocks back means that the sun is setting even earlier than I’ve become used to.

Twenty miles has become my minimum distance on the road bike. If I can’t get 20 miles, then I feel like there’s no point in me going out. Part of that is because my very first ride, back on a frigid February afternoon, was a bit over 20 miles. If I could endure that biting misery, then surely every ride after that should be easier, right? But today, circumstances at work conspired with the early sunset (and my lack of planning… I have lights, but failed to bring them) to leave me only 45 minutes of light, once my wheels started turning.

I headed out towards Jackson Road, where there are a couple little hills that are fun to attack, and hoped I could substitute intensity for duration. The air was already crisp, and I worked a little harder on the way to the hills, just to stay warm. I had forgotten my glasses, so I had to keep my head down a little, to keep the dive-bombing bugs from finding their way into my eyes.

I got to the hills and charged the first one with everything that I had, venting my frustration at the abbreviated ride through the pedals and onto the pavement, sailing over the top at 20 mph before tucking in to coast down the other side. The temperature continued to fall, and made the down hill coast a little less enjoyable than usual.

I spun up the small rise to the end of the road and stopped, regarding the rolling rural landscape, awash in the golden hues of an autumn sunset. I wish I was as comfortable with the seasons’ change as nature appears to be. While I struggle and huff and grunt my way through the chill of early November, trying desperately to extend the season as long as I can, she takes on the change with an easy grace, retiring her lush summer greens in favor of brilliant reds and yellows and rich browns. I fight against the wind, chase the setting sun, and brace against the cold. She relaxes, rests from the efforts of a long year, and lets the cold and the wind renew her. There is a lesson to be taken here, but perhaps I am too stubborn a pupil.

I ease up a little on my return trip, waving to the farmers in their comically large machines as they bring in the last of the harvest. Turning north again, back towards work, I glance over my shoulder and am awestruck at the painting the sun has left in the sky. A perfect, whimsical layer of clouds reflects a prismatic explosion of color back to me, and for a moment I forget my tired legs and the clammy cold of a fall bike ride, and just stop and stare. If this is fall’s final glory, then it has lived up to its billing.

Soon these will all be bare and depressing.

Soon these will all be bare and depressing.

If this is to be the season's finale, it ain't bad!

If this is to be the season’s finale, it ain’t bad!

Nov 042013
 
Any two-wheeled athlete knows what these scratch marks in the mud mean.

Any two-wheeled athlete knows what these scratch marks in the mud mean.

After our trail work day, I figured it was a good opportunity to get some more practice on my ‘cross bike. The race course from the OVCX weekend is still quite visible in the grass, and I’ve been using it whenever I have a chance to work on my fitness and skills.

Besides not having lungs big enough (boy, can those guys ever hammer…), one of my big limiting factors in cyclocross has been my bike handling skills. Despite being, at first glance, the halfway point between road cycling and mountain biking, there hasn’t been as much skill transfer to CX as I would have guessed. I often find myself tiptoeing through turns that I should rail, just from a lack of confidence. On a course with as many twists and turns as your typical CX course, that can add up to a lot of time lost in just a single lap.

The problem compounds. I’m not carrying enough speed through the corners, which makes me work harder in the straights to make up time, which exhausts me more quickly than my more experienced competitors, which makes me rush corner entries, which squanders my exit speed, which makes me have to work harder in the straights… It all adds up to me getting gapped within the first lap. The only solution to this is seat time, which I’ve been grabbing whenever I can. With my mountain bike in the shop, and the weather getting a little cold to enjoy a road bike ride, focusing on the ‘cross bike has been pretty easy.

Fortunately, some of my motorcycle experience comes into play with this problem. While it’ll take some time to figure out what I’m doing wrong and correct it, I at least have the tools to approach and evaluate what I’m doing and what I need to do to fix it. Line choice affects exit speed, and one of the first things I’ve noticed is that I’m approaching the corners too narrow, or towards the inside of the turn. This effectively makes the turn sharper than it should be, lowering my speed mid-corner and leaving me in a hole at the exit. It’s a fine tactic when you’re in the lead, because it makes you very hard to pass. But let’s face it, I’m not in danger of being in that position any time soon.

Line choice is an easy enough problem to correct. It only takes a few laps of repetition, slowing down and making deliberate choices as you enter each corner until it becomes habit. But it rolls me right into my next problem, and that’s understanding the limits of the available traction. On a race track, the ideal race line gets better as the day goes on, as more rubber is laid down and traction increases. On a cyclocross course, the more bikes go through a corner, the more sketchy the ideal line can become. To be able to carry speed through a wide, sweeping line, you have to know exactly how much speed and lean angle are too much. Finding that limit is a classical exercise in trial and error, and lately, the balance of my efforts have been error.

... again?!

… again?!

This is an area where neither my experience on asphalt or dirt really helps me, because of the difference in visual cues and variety of surfaces involved in cyclocross. On a racetrack, the pavement is more or less consistent, as is the level of grip that goes with it. There are bumps and patches, but they’re pretty obvious, and after a few laps of experimentation, you know what you can expect from them. Likewise, on singletrack trail, the traction can vary dramatically based on the conditions. But the visual cues are straightforward and plentiful most of the time, so as long as you know what to look for, you can adjust on the fly.

Cyclocross is just a hot mess. You’re riding on grass, and mud, and hard-packed dirt, and through sand, and occasionally on pavement. One corner may look very much like the next, but the available grip can be entirely different. You’re going as fast or faster than you would on a mountain bike, except that the surface you’re riding on is often obscured, and so your best gauge for how well your tires will hold is to simply toss it in and find out.

Part of the art of cornering a cyclocross bike is becoming comfortable and proficient sliding the bike. This is made more difficult by the fact that a rigid bike provides very little warning or compensation for a loss in traction, so the difference between a controlled slide and ending up on your head can be slight. Just how slight, I found out while practicing on a soggy course at John Bryan. I found myself on my back twice in as many laps, the victim of just a tiny bit too much speed on mud that was covered in grass and leaves.

Nobody likes crashing, and I especially hate having to clean mud out of my components. But this is the sort of thing that’s involved when you’re finding the limit. If I’m going to get good at this cyclocross thing, it’s something I’ll have to become accustomed to.

Nov 032013
 

Yesterday provided another opportunity for me to give back, this time in the form of a trail work day at John Bryan State Park. It was a well-timed trail day too, since a recent wind storm had brought down a lot of old growth. A half dozen of us showed up on this chilly morning to make a slow circuit of the trail system, and clear out any problems we found.

Most of the damage was in the form of small branches strewn here and there across the singletrack, but there were a handful of full grown trees down, as well. One of them, as pictured below, was of the right kind of wood and fell in just the right place to turn it into a little obstacle. After building (and testing) the little jump, the four of us (Tom, Kent, Mark and I) continued our lap, clearing debris as we went and generally just having a good time on our bicycles. When we were done, Kent went out for another, faster lap, while I got in some ‘cross practice. More on that later.

An old, dead tree had fallen across the trail during a recent windstorm. Just so happened, it was in a good place to add it as a feature! Mark makes the initial cuts to bring the trunk down.

An old, dead tree had fallen across the trail during a recent windstorm. Just so happened, it was in a good place to add it as a feature! Mark makes the initial cuts to bring the trunk down.

After much chainsawing, stacking, stomping, and restacking, we have ourselves a new little obstacle! Tom comes in to try it out.

After much chainsawing, stacking, stomping, and restacking, we have ourselves a new little obstacle! Tom comes in to try it out.

Up and over!

Up and over!

The reality check. If Mark can make it over without incident, towing a trailer with a chainsaw on it, then it's right for this trail.

The reality check. If Mark can make it over without incident, towing a trailer with a chainsaw on it, then it’s right for this trail.

Full suspension 29er and 'cross bike, enjoying the same singletrack trail love.

Full suspension 29er and ‘cross bike, enjoying the same singletrack trail love.

Nov 022013
 
Spin those legs!

Spin those legs!

Last night with my wife left me totally impressed! No, not like that. Get your mind outta the gutter.

Friday is usually a CrossFit day for Katie, but yesterday, she just wasn’t feeling it. I had already planned to go do some hill work, so I talked her into a “Cycling WOD” on the hills over at Area B. It’s the same place I used to train for the Death March earlier this year, and I intended to do some interval training for my upcoming CX race in Columbus.

Much to my surprise, she agreed to come along. But she wasn’t done surprising me. I figured she’d do fine, chug up a few hills with some rest stops, and call it a day, leaving me alone to do the second half of the workout myself. Instead, she powered up every hill the place had to offer, only stopping once. I had expected to climb each hill twice for her single effort. That’s not a statement on her fitness, just that I have a lot more seat time this year and was on my ‘cross bike, which is far better suited for such a thing. Every time I turned around though, she was already two thirds of the way up, chugging along like a pro!

I ended up coasting down about half of each hill before turning around to chase her to the top, and that ended up being a fun way to do repeats. She never let up for the hour we were out there, and by the end was even letting off the brakes and coasting down with some real speed!

My girl has come a long way since this spring, when a 2 mile pedal around the neighborhood was quite enough for her, thanks very much. At this rate, she’ll be absolutely killing it, next year. I’ve gotta get her on a skinny-tire bike.

Nov 012013
 

305This is my Bodum Travel Press, and it is one of my life’s little joys. I love my regular French Press, but often I find that I don’t have time to drink a whole press, or even to wait for it to steep before running out the door.

Enter this little guy. It’s about a half-press worth of coffee, and it makes fresh coffee on the go that much more convenient. I got it as a present from my mom awhile back, and I find myself using it more and more, lately. And not just because of the convenience, but also because it’s super easy to clean, and isn’t so much coffee that I’m pinging off the walls for hours afterward.