Mar 06, 2011 at 11:31 PM
today was pretty damn good for our first race.
myles and marc picked up some MAJOR slack, covering the early moves like there were four of them, not two.
it was really impressive; their racing experience and tenacity shone.
all this allowed JP and I to chill out and warm up in the pack - it was really a huge psychological boon to know that i had such capable teammates protecting me.
during the second lap, i went with a few attacks (including our newest "local boy" gavi epstein of Garmin Cervelo) and did a few half-hearted bridge attempts.
The Break formed and JP was in it, so i sat tight, but eventually a whole bunch of people joined and i realized i needed to be up there as well.
with 2.25 to go, i attacked hard leading up to Tavern on the Green and started sucking up the 15 or so seconds that separated me form them.
ricky lowe and another huge rider from Die Hard came streaking by me and i went absolutely to my limit trying to stay within 10 feet of their wheels.
i told myself, "if you do one thing in this race today, make this bridge" and thank yahweh i did.
unfortunately, one of the two of them quit as soon as they made contact, and i had to chase around him and close the gap again - bad pain.
at cat's paw, the strong guys in the break decided that 20 riders was way too many and they started attacking. i was gapped and eventually sucked up by the field.
marc flew by me and told me to just sit tight and recover (thank you) and by the last lap, i was feeling much better.
upon marc's instructions, i went to the front and started sitting on moves to make sure JP's break stayed away. this felt good - my ability to handle the explosive, high-wattage efforts needed to cover attacks in these park races is finally coming around after 1.5 years of racing with the 1,2,3's.
nearing tavern on the green, i decided i needed one more effort in the race. i followed someones attack and when we were caught, i went to the front and (i think) strung the field out until the top of the downhill before cat's paw, at which point i sat up and watched all of the geniuses sprint for non-money bearing positions.
i was proud of JP - such a smart, consistent rider.
i was damn proud of marc and myles - these dudes really laid it out there for us. as you all know, these sort of selfless efforts are incredibly important in our sport.
also, super excited for our cat 5 and cat 4 squads - that is a hot wakeup call to everybody.
looking forward to Grant's Tomb.
so psyched racing has begun again!
myles and marc picked up some MAJOR slack, covering the early moves like there were four of them, not two.
it was really impressive; their racing experience and tenacity shone.
all this allowed JP and I to chill out and warm up in the pack - it was really a huge psychological boon to know that i had such capable teammates protecting me.
during the second lap, i went with a few attacks (including our newest "local boy" gavi epstein of Garmin Cervelo) and did a few half-hearted bridge attempts.
The Break formed and JP was in it, so i sat tight, but eventually a whole bunch of people joined and i realized i needed to be up there as well.
with 2.25 to go, i attacked hard leading up to Tavern on the Green and started sucking up the 15 or so seconds that separated me form them.
ricky lowe and another huge rider from Die Hard came streaking by me and i went absolutely to my limit trying to stay within 10 feet of their wheels.
i told myself, "if you do one thing in this race today, make this bridge" and thank yahweh i did.
unfortunately, one of the two of them quit as soon as they made contact, and i had to chase around him and close the gap again - bad pain.
at cat's paw, the strong guys in the break decided that 20 riders was way too many and they started attacking. i was gapped and eventually sucked up by the field.
marc flew by me and told me to just sit tight and recover (thank you) and by the last lap, i was feeling much better.
upon marc's instructions, i went to the front and started sitting on moves to make sure JP's break stayed away. this felt good - my ability to handle the explosive, high-wattage efforts needed to cover attacks in these park races is finally coming around after 1.5 years of racing with the 1,2,3's.
nearing tavern on the green, i decided i needed one more effort in the race. i followed someones attack and when we were caught, i went to the front and (i think) strung the field out until the top of the downhill before cat's paw, at which point i sat up and watched all of the geniuses sprint for non-money bearing positions.
i was proud of JP - such a smart, consistent rider.
i was damn proud of marc and myles - these dudes really laid it out there for us. as you all know, these sort of selfless efforts are incredibly important in our sport.
also, super excited for our cat 5 and cat 4 squads - that is a hot wakeup call to everybody.
looking forward to Grant's Tomb.
so psyched racing has begun again!