Showing posts with label long distance cycling. Show all posts
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Monday, June 24, 2024

3-3-3: June Racing and the Next Step in Generalist Training (June 2024)

 

Boston 10K medal, B2VT finisher glass, Boston Dragon Boat 2nd place C Division medal

Boston Dragon Boat Festival
Date: June 8-9, 2024
Location: Boston / Cambridge, MA
Distance: 2 x 200m Sat; 3 x 500m Sun

B2VT
Date: June 15, 2024
Location: Massachusetts, NH & VT
Distance: 142 miles
Goal Time: 12:00:00
Actual Time:  12:27:20

Boston 10K
Date: June 23, 2024
Location: Boston / Cambridge, MA
Distance: 6.2 Miles
Goal Time: 52:42
Actual Time: 54:25

“Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars”

~ Proverbs 9:1

I made the right onto Exeter and then left onto Boylston.  The rain; the heat; the humidity; the lack of running for a week – had clearly taken a toll.  But, I was still within an acceptable pace.  We crossed the Marathon finish line and had a little more than 1 km to go.  The calculations in my head said I would have to average a 7:15 mile for my last kilometer.  (SPOILER ALERT: That wasn’t going to happen).  I sped up a bit over the final stretch but definitely didn’t put myself fulling into the red zone.  Across the finish line, I got my medal from McKenzie and headed to the DM tent for a ceremonial 9:15am Sam Adams.


Living Root getting our awards

The Boston 10k finished up my 3 races in 3 sports in 3 weekends.  I reached my B goal in each of the 3 events: Boston Dragon Boat Festival, B2VT and Boston 10K.  This success was because of generally consistent generalist training over the past 6 months.  Between running, lifting, cycling and paddling, I did the bare minimum to achieve my non-spectacular B Goals.

Where do I go from here? 

I have about 12 weeks until my next big block of events in September 4 events in 3 Weeks:

9/8 - Bike Not Bombs 105 miler, JP

9/14 – Spartan Beast Race, Killington

9/21 – Lake Winni Dragon Boat Race, Alton Bay, NH

9/22 – Lone Gull 10K, Gloucester, MA

Vermont along the B2VT route

With this in mind, I plan to build a training structure around two main goals

Training for life

Some specificity for events I am registered for.  (I need to be able to run 13 trail miles with obstacles, bike 105 and paddle 4 races in a day over 3 weeks – plus Lone Gull.)

Rough Draft of 7 Pillars of Generalist Training

I need to start somewhere.  I will start with a draft using guidelines of health from DHHS while adding two more – accountability and recovery – that are required to achieve the other 5

Accountability – I need to be accountable to myself, my wife and my teammates

Strength – Commit to continued strength training

Cardiovascular Endurance – Continue and increase my running / cycling

Muscular Endurance – add more endurance strength to my workouts

Flexibility – Mobility and malleability are often limited when strength and running are practices.  Need to add to this

Body Composition – cutting fat and gaining muscle.  Exercise is one step of this; calories and quality thereof is another step.

Recovery – sleep better and more. Also commit to hobbies that can help relaxation.

I know many people will find the idea of slowly building a program as the lazy way out.  And maybe that’s true.  Maybe I’m just lying to myself.  Or maybe trying to create a strong foundation, I can do this I like for longer.  We’ll find out which one it is.

And the Celtics had their parade - Tingus Pingus


 

Thursday, August 25, 2022

From River to Shining River: RAGBRAI (7/24-7/31/22)

 

Mississippi River, Lansing, MI

Event: Register Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa
Location: Sergeant Bluff to Lansing, IA
Distance: 471 miles

On Sunday July 24th, we rolled out of Sergeant Bluff, Iowa on the Missouri River.  The days prior had tickled triple digits but today the temperatures plummeted.  It was only 69°F as we headed into the corn fields.  And in what was virtually a neutralized start 16,000 cyclists made it down the road toward Ida Grove, the city of castles.

 

What is RAGBRAI?

RAGBRAI (The Register Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa) is just that.  It’s a 7-day bike ride across Iowa.  It is West to East from the Missouri River to the Mississippi River (as that is the prevailing winds).  Each day is a set course from one town to another that has a campground for you to set up your tent etc in.  It was first held in 1973 by writers of the Des Moines Register rode with several hundred folks across Iowa and has grown every year.  Each year there is a different route across the state with different starting and ending towns. 


Highest point of the Ride - day 1

Day One 7/24: Feeling it out day

Route: Sergeant Bluff to Ida Grove
Distance: 56 miles
Time: 4:40:44 moving (7:11:20, elapsed)

The neutralized start down the straight road out of Sergeant Bluff was only broken up by people attempting to slide their way through the groups to go faster than the 11 mph or so we were moving.  The large pack made its way into the first town.  Vince and I stopped to get coffee and breakfast.  Little did we know this be an hour long stop. 

After the first stop, the road opened up a bit.  Vince and I were able to ride faster.  I found that I was not in shape to really keep up. He waited for me in several points.  We made it to the high point of not only Sunday’s ride but of the whole week.  The farmer there set up a stop that he hoped would benefit his church.  It was packed!  It seemed like the whole ride stopped there.

After another long rest, Vince and I pushed on.  That last few miles were flat along a 4-lane highway.  Vince dropped the hammer…. And dropped me.  I got into Ida Grove and regrouped with Vince while we looked for our campground

 

So, you sleep in a tent?

The short answer, yes. 

There is a communal group campground each day at each finishing town.  You can set up your own tent within these grounds.  However, there are also companies called “charters.”  Each of these charters handle their own little campground. I used Central Iowa Charters and I did their “luxury service.”  They not only provided me a tent and air-mattress but they set it up each evening and broke it down each morning for me.  (A random woman at another campground the last day told me: “Then you really aren’t doing RAGBRAI, are you?”  Apparently, I was cheating.)

The charters provided other services, but more on that below.


Bufford - The largest steer in the Midwest

Day Two 7/25: Farm Animal Day
Route: Ida Grove to Pocahontas
Distance: 72.5 miles
Time: 5:13:43 moving (7:13:14, elapsed)

 

After the first day, I determined that I needed to approach these rides differently.  If I went out every day like I rode day 1, I would not finish.

I decided to take the second day as an “adventure” ride rather than a metric century or club ride.  I took it at a moderate speed and decided to let it go as I found it.  What I found was… farm animals. 

Early on – maybe 20 miles in – I found #putyourrearonasteer. The Schaller 4-H club had Buford – purported to be the largest steer in the Midwest.  I stopped, climbed up on Buford and had my picture taken.  I don’t know if Buford really was the biggest steer in the Midwest, but he was certainly the biggest steer I’ve ever sat on.


Nemaha Donkey Show

Later I pulled into Nemaha and rolled into the Nemaha Donkey show.  I waited in line and for $5 I went in to find two donkeys behind a fence.  I got my picture taken with said donkeys.  Finally, between Fonda and Pocahontas, I was able stop and feed some pigs marshmallows. 

Taking it a lot easier on the bike was a good plan.  I didn’t have to push myself to keep up with folks.  I was also able to relax and find the fun things – steers, donkeys and pigs. 

 

Where do you eat?

Food, beer and coffee are all interesting things on RAGBRAI.  Beer is easy to find.  Each town at the beginning and end of the day and many in between seems to have some sort of beer garden.  And, there are stops on the road run by the Iowa Beer Bus and the Iowa Beer Tent.  Beer, beer everywhere.

Coffee is much more difficult.  My charter made a big urn of Folgers every morning.  But, I usually missed it because I left later than many people.  (Some people are getting on the road by 5 or 6.  My average roll out was 6:45 or so I would say.)  The first town always had a food truck called “Coffee & Nosh.”  It was good, but the first day I stopped there, it took us an hour and 18 minutes.  I nixed that plan from there.  I started to buy a Starbucks bottle at the gas station every night and chugging it in the morning. And then I would find coffee either at a coffee shop in the starting town or in the towns further down the road.  I got great coffee and muffins from a Menonite family one day.  Another day kids had set up coffee instead of lemonade – brilliant.

Food.  Everyone talks about how great the food is on RAGBRAI.  What they don’t talk about is how long the lines are for food; how stressful it is to try to find food that hasn’t run out; how you pretty much are just eating carnival food for like a week.

Food trucks follow the ride.  I spoke of Coffee & Nosh above – their waffle bites with chocolate and peanut butter were amazing. Mr. Porkchop is undoubtedly the best pork chop I have ever had.  But I had to wait in line for 45 minutes to get it.  If you do RAGBRAI, you most stop at the pink Mr. Porkchop bus once, but I wouldn’t suggest it every day.  There was a Jamaican food truck that I got great wings and rice one day. And there was another truck that had pork loin sandwiches the size of my head.

Another option on the ride is charity.  The Knights of Columbus or the local fire department in towns are often selling basic backyard cookout food.  I had a chicken patty sandwich from a local fire department in an airconditioned VFW hall on a real chair and washed it down with a glass bottle of Coke – it was heaven.  Often, at the daily finishing town, a church or two will sell meals.  In West Union I had a grilled chicken breast, green beans and a baked potato from a church; and, I ate it on the courthouse lawn watching an AC/DC tribute band.

Finally, there are gas stations, grocery stores and restaurants.  I had a great brisket sandwich in Emmetsburg at a local BBQ place.  In the end I tried to frequent the local place or charity rather than the food truck that followed the ride.

Pie. A big part of the ride is pie.  There is pie at every rest town and ever start and finish town. I made the goal of eating a slice of pie every day.  I had apple, cherry, peach, rhubarb and then cherry twice more.  If one counts the quiche, I ate the last day as savory egg pie, I had a slice every day.

Gravel Farm Roads of Iowa

Day Three 7/26: Gravel Day
Route: Pocahontas to Emmetsburg
Distance: 60 miles
Time: 4:30:48 moving (5:43:46, elapsed)

Tuesday brought the gravel.  There was a planned main route on roads and all; but there was also an alternate 48 mile “gravel” route. Many people appeared incredulous that I could or would want to do the gravel route.  Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t be too hard and would be the dirt farm roads.

Leaving Pocahontas, I couldn’t find the gravel route.  I spent the first 20 miles of the regular road route.  After the second town, I found signs for “Gravel.”  I thought maybe that’s when it started; but later conversations showed two things a) It wasn’t where it started and b) I wasn’t the only one who was confused.

But as soon as I hit the gravel, I knew I made the right choice.  While the paved routes had taken us through farmland – these were the real farm roads.  Undulating dirty, dusty, rocky roads carried us through quiet farms and would weave in and out and across the paved route. 

There is something about gravel.  These roads were very quiet.  It was the only time I was riding virtually alone. (It was the only time I took a wrong turn – or rather, missed a right turn).  I still kept the 13 mph pace because I love dirt roads.

Grotto of Redemption

The halfway town was West Bend and it had the most fascinating stops on the route… the Grotto of the Redemption.  This is a shrine built by hand by the local priest.  It used local limestone and semi-precious gems from all over the world.  It had caves of bible stories and a series of stations of the cross.  It has that same fantastical feel of the Watts Towers.

Finishing up, Emmetsburg was the only town that had some sort of finish line.  There was a banner with “Biking the Burg” and a person dressed as a leprechaun met me.  I had a great brisket sandwich at the local BBQ place whose smokers had drawn me in.

What happens if I have a flat or mechanical or if I cannot continue?

There are SAG (support and gear) vehicles that travel the route.  Plus this year the Air Force Cycling Team was riding.  They were everywhere stopping to help people with mechanical issues (and more importantly, military trained in first aid, which I saw come in handy at least once). 

The SAG vehicles can do general repairs or get you and your bike to the next town where you can get a repair.  Also, if you need to call it a day, these vehicles can get you to the finishing town.  There was a woman in our charter who was doing her 41st RAGBRAI(!).  She had hip replacement the earlier in the year.  So, her goal was just to ride as far as she could and then get the SAG vehicle to get her to the next town.


At the River City Ice Cream store in Music Man Square, Mason City

Day Four 7/27: Century Day
Route: Emmetsburg to Mason City
Distance: 105 miles
Time: 6:18:56 moving (7:34:19, elapsed)

For the first time in 37 years, RAGBRAI had a “forced century.”  Most other years they would a 80 miler with an optional 20 or so mile loop at the end for the choice of century.  This year however it was 105 miles for everyone.

I made sure to get rolling early.  I latched onto a group that was churning out 17-18 mph.  This amorphous group gained and dropped riders through to the first town. Figuring there was a long hard day ahead of me, I clung onto to the back trying to keep myself as easy as possible. 

After the first town, I ventured out on my own.  By the town of Wesley at about half way, I was hungry for real food.  Fortunately, the fire department was raising money by serving burgers and chicken sandwiches in the VFW post.  I sat in the AC and cooled down to gird myself with poultry for the next 57 miles.


In Barney Fife's car, Britt, IA

In Britt, I got into Barney Fife’s car.

Leaving Britt, I only had only 35 miles left.  So far so good. We had had a tail wind most of the way.  I decided to see if I could crush it the rest of the way to Mason City.  (spoiler alert – I could not.)  I put in about 22 miles before the road turned North into the headwinds again.  I limped into Mason City and stopped for a beer at a new craft brew pub that is opening there. It still ended up being the easiest century I’ve ever ridden.

Mason City was the setting for the Music Man.  They have a whole mall thing dedicated to the movie.  I went there and checked it out.


Trombone Car used in the Red Bull Soap Box Race

What do you do about showers and such?

There are basically three options for showers:

1) My charter service provided camp showers.  You brought your own solar shower bag that you heated up in the sun.  And when it was your turn, you brought it into a camp shower and hung it through a complicated pully system.  This definitely got you clean but was not ideal.  I did it three of the days.

2) There was a shower truck that followed the ride and each night for $8 with your own towel (or $10 with theirs) you got a shower.  I didn’t do this.

3) The towns would provide one.   Usually the football/soccer/softball team would be the sponsor and for $10 you would shower in the high school locker room.  This was the best option.  You got a shower, I shaved and brushed my teeth in a real sink.  It was great and supported the local team.  In West Union, the municipal pool had a deal for $15, I got a shower and use of the pool.  That was a great way to finish a hard ridden metric century – shower and pool complete with water slide.


Drinking beer in the Corn

Day Five 7/28: Reco and Pivo Day
Route: Mason City to Charles City
Distance: 50 miles
Time: 3:44:50 moving (7:22:06, elapsed)
Pivo Index: 4

One of the parts of RAGBRAI is the party aspect.  To some degree I had partaken with a beer or two after the ride.  But through out the ride, there a beer gardens and good food places.  But it’s tough to balance riding a bike and heavy food.

Well, the day after the Century I decided to partake of the rolling party and stop for fair food and good beer.

At 9:30 am, I stopped at a beer garden next to a cornfield and had a Swift Hazy Pale Ale from SingleSpeedBrewing – 4 mugs.

At 10:15, I was next to a soybean field and with a Brazilian Steak Sandwich I had a Peanut Butter Porter fromLake Time Brewery – 4.25 mugs.

Noontime there was now a pork chop involved and a Victory Dance from SingleSpeed Brewing; pork chop was amazing, Victory Dance was mediocre (Also had an A&W root beer float at the Malt shop here which was better than the beer) – 3.5 mugs

1:30 rolled around and I rolled into another beer garden for Get Off My Lawn IPA from Crawford Brew Works – 4 mugs

In between the Peanut Butter Porter and the Victory Dance, I stopped at the Floyd County Fossil and Prairie Park.  The local brickworks had used this area to get clay for the bricks.  And they had quarried out a big pit.  This pit was filled with Devonian Period (430-360 million years ago) fossils from the sea that used to cover Iowa.  Additionally they had returned an area about the size of four football fields to original prairie.


Prairie Grass at Floyd County Fossil and Prairie Park -
before the corn revolution, the Great Plains were this for as far as the eye can see
Aldo Leopold's A Sand County Almanac is a great read on the subject

But, how do my bags get to the next town?

With the luxury camping option I bought, every morning I would pack my bags and leave them outside my tent. The charter service that broke down my tent would then load my bags onto their truck. They took them to the next town and then put them into my tent.

If I had taken a charter and gotten normal camping option, I would have had to take my bags to their truck every morning by 8am. And then when I got to the next town taken the bags to my own tent.

If you do not get a charter, RAGBRAI provides a centrally located truck and pickup/dropoff point in each town.  You take your bags there and give them to the movers who take it to the next town. 

I was thankful to be on a charter and to have the luxury service.  Almost everything was a hassle of lines and some argy-bargy of those people who are more important than everyone else.  I’m sure going to the centrally located bag service would be more of that.  It was a relief to not have that.


Corn Gates of Hawkeye, IA

Day Six 7/29: Metric Century
Route: Charles City to West Union
Distance: 63 Miles
Time: 4:05:03 moving (4:38:33, elapsed)

Day Six brought a Metric Century. With my mini down day the day before, I decided to just blast this one.  My elapsed time record on a Metric Century is 4:05:13; so I decided to go try to beat that.  While I came no where near doing this, I did enjoy just riding hard. 

I made a more scientific plan on stops, just hitting short lines for food and drink rather than food I wanted.  After, Vince and I hit the public pool in West Union.  The cool down was a good way end a hard day.

How did you get your bike to Iowa?

RAGBRAI has a connection with BikeFlights.  I was able to send by bike via them; have the bike assembled by a bike shop on behalf of RAGBRAI/Pork Ventures; pick it up at the start.  This worked out perfectly I had no problems getting my bike to Iowa.

Regrettably, the opposite happened the other way.  It was a hassle to drop it off with Pork Ventures.  At one point I’m dragging a bike box, a bike and carrying my paperwork in my teeth.  But, they took it apart and mailed it back to me in Boston. But, two weeks later when my bike arrived – only one pedal was there and the thing that connects the seat post to the frame… gone.  Blerg. 


Tire Dip in the Mississippi River, Lansing IA

Day Seven 7/30: Dip Day
Route: West Union to Lansing
Distance: 66.5 miles
Time: 4:31:10 moving (5:43:38, elapsed)

I must admit, by Day 7 I was done with this ride.  I just wanted to get through the last bit; get to the end; see Urvi; and leave.

But that’s not what was in store.  Instead it was a challenging and absolutely beautiful day ahead.  This part of Iowa is hilly like Southern New Hampshire with long slow hills that suddenly top off at 8% right at the end.  There were so many trees and so much water – ponds and pools throughout. 

I am so happy that I removed my grumpiness for a few hours and let myself enjoy one last day in the saddle.

Then we got into Lansing on the Mississippi and my grumpiness returned.  It was a hassle to get to the river and do the tire dip; it was a hassle to drop off my bike; it was a hassle to get my bags and it was a hassle to drive out of town. 

But it was also wonderful.  Here, 471 miles later I had ridden across Iowa, my 16th State with an athletic event in it.  I had done one of those bucket list items.  It was awesome that I got to spend the end with Urvi.

We drove back to Milwaukee after and had a great 18 hours in the Cream City before flying home.

What were the best parts of RAGBRAI?

I loved the actual riding.  This mass event had something for everyone.  Each day brought new countryside to explore and new fun quirky things to do by the side of the road.  I loved getting into the little towns and seeing the cub scouts selling water and the women selling pie for the local charities.

The mileage was probably perfect.  I never felt that I was complete toast (a few days of 100 miles in a row might be different).  Every day was enough of a challenge that it was great to finish.

What were the worst parts of RAGBRAI?

I had two things that I hated:

1)      Everything off the bike is a giant hassle!  Standing in line for an hour for coffee, trying to find something to eat at the overnight towns, standing in line for a port-o-potty at 6:00am, the supposed shuttle system. In one town I spent two and a half hours trying to take the shuttle bus to the grocery store and back. 

2)      A small noticeable minority of the riders.  Flat out some of the rudest and most selfish human beings on the planet ride this ride.  Long before we even started, I was on my charter bus out of Des Moines and a group of riders got on and demanded that we all move seats so that they could sit together.  I was shoved out of the way in almost every single line I stood in during the rides.  At our campsite, I saw a woman just take someone else’s solar shower because hers wasn’t warm yet.  These are just a few examples, but two or three times a day, there would be some rude person in their 50s or 60s who was more important than me and thus felt they should get special places in line.  I found that many of these people had done this ride again and again.  Perhaps they felt those of us who would only do it once were interlopers.  Most of their conversations involved discussions of charter services and overnight towns from different years. Perhaps there can be two RAGBRAIs, one for people who want to do the ride with everyone and one who want to do it with their small groups.

Would you do it again?

No.  I’m definitely glad I did it.  And if I had never done it and know what I know now – I would still do it.  But, there are too many things to do and too many places to see and too few days ahead for me to just want to take another 7 days of vacation to ride across Iowa again.  

Tellurian Brewery, Charles City, IA




Monday, June 18, 2018

Montes Homini Lupus Sunt: B2VT Iron Distance (6/9/18)

Thru Vermont

Ride: B2VT Iron Distance
Distance: 113 miles
Moving Time: 7:19:08
Elapsed Time: 8:57:04
Pivo Index: 2
Map and Profile

Tyson Road, Reading, VT 

At the final water stop we had been told it was only 5 more miles of climbing.  That was good since much of the previous 10 miles had been long not too steep climbs.  I was ready for the down hill off of Tyson Road and down into Okemo.

What they did not tell us was exactly how steep those 5 miles would be or that it was really six and a half miles...

As I fought my way up the road, about 4 and a half miles up, a group came by me.  And there I heard the telltale: "looking good Jesse."  I didn't know these people but they had read it off the bib number on my back.  There is one thing for certain, you only tell people they are looking good is when they aren't.

BLav and the Bear -
It's like a 70s buddy comedy


My legs were dead; I was shifting side to side.  And all I could think was, "thank god I'm only doing the 113 miler and not the full 149."

Cambridge, MA

Two weeks before, we received an email. There would be construction on the route between the final water stop in Belows Falls and Okemo.  The organizers, thus, were rerouting the ride.  So those who had registered for the 136 mile ride could either ride 149 miles or drop down to the Century which would now be the "Iron Distance" 113 mile ride.

I chose the latter.

Urvi's pic of me - before I knew what was about to come

Discourses on Leviathan while riding on Leviathan - Chesterfield, NH


Leaving Ashby, we had a nice 38 mile warm up before that monster climb - Leviathan.  En route to it, all the guys we knew riding from the 149 start passed us - Joe, Patrick, Rory and Dave.

"There is no such thing as the Tranquility of mind" so as I made the Leviathan climb, I could only think of Hobbes' Leviathan.  And a man dead nearly 350 years, offered assistance - either by motivation or by distraction - to the top of a mount in New Hampshire.

"The condition of man is a condition of war of every one against every one."
By the time we made the right hand turn, the group we were with had begun to split up.  In what had been a group effort to get the bottom became a free for all of man against man to get to the top.

"Hell is truth seen too late." 
And this hill, while not as hard as Tyson Road, was an early reminder of a pretty simple truth - I had not done enough training.  But it was too late.

Atop Leviathan

“Covenants, without the sword, are but words and of no strength to secure a man at all.”
Probably the main issue is that unlike marathoning, I didn't have the same direct forcefulness to me.  The sword of the impending marathon is so much stronger than the dagger of the impending Century ride.

“For it can never be that war shall preserve life, and peace destroy it.”
This battle of all against all (that really wasn't - seriously most people around me were just trying to make it to the top), every pedal stroke was destroying quads.  There was no hope to save strength for later each of these strokes was one that would not return later in the ride.

“Fear of things invisible is the natural seed of that which every one in himself calleth religion.” 
Slowly the fear of Leviathan dissipated.  I could handle this average 4% grade; I could handle the

“War consisteth not in battle only,or the act of fighting;but in a tract of time,wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known.”
So, by halfway up, with the superstitions and fears of Leviathan gone, I looked to controlling it.  A sign passed that said 2 miles to go.  I knew if I took it smartly, I could make it.

"Hurt inflicted, if lesse than the benefit of transgressing, is not punishment"
Each pedal stroke was not the agony of destruction but now the step to the top.  Each hurt was not punishment but hurrah to another rung to the top.

“Respice finem; that is to say, in all your actions, look often upon what you would have, as the thing that directs all your thoughts in the way to attain it.” 
I knew how much I had to climb, I knew the water stop in Chesterfield was near.  So I traded between sitting when the slope was gentle and standing emulating Contador (only in mine own head I'm sure) when the rise was steep.

Rivers of Vermont

“Fact be virtuous, or vicious, as Fortune pleaseth”
One mile to go was both virtuous and vicious.  I was 80% done; but I still had one mile of slope and climb to ride. 

"For Appetite with an opinion of attaining, is called HOPE."
Eventually, I knew I would make it.  There spero pushed its way as a pacer.  I chased with not only desire to finish but expectation.  And then over the mat at the top I briefly was going to exult my success an  exhalt my mini-victory by thrusting my arms into the air.  Yet there were still 70 miles to go and the mat was a raised enough bump that I worried I would fall.

“I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdity of my waking thoughts.” 
As I sat under a large maple at the Chesterfield Fire Department I reflected up the Leviathan climb:

It was solitary and it was nasty and it was brutish; but, alas, it was not short.


Bellows Falls, VT

Thinking Thucydides on Tyson Road


Many of the lessons of Leviathan that could be teased out of Leviathan had been learned.  Sadly not many of them could have been implemented by this time. 

Exhausted and weakened and now left with but one goal, finishing.

Yet, with no Hobbes to help, I was left only with Thucydides: "strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must."

Weak and humbled I climbed to the top of 5 miles of Tyson Road, just to make a turn and see MORE CLIMBING to the top of Tyson Road.  And then after charging up that with my last ounce of strength, I made a turn to find yet one last climb to finally top out five mile hill 1000 foot hill of Tyson Road (at more like 6 miles and 1100 feet of climbing).

The last section was just suffering what I must. I sat down and pushed what I could and thought: my "swaying bodies reflected the agitation of my mind, and I suffered the worst agony of all, ever just within the reach of safety or just on the point of destruction."

Okemo, VT

After Tyson, it was fast and easy (except for the slight climb to the finish).  Brian met me at the finish and we headed to BBQ and Sam Adams IPAs with the boys.

Dave, Brian, Rory, Patrick and I stand around Joe

Rory won second in his age group
Patrick took third in his.



Sunday, June 18, 2017

Downeast Brew-Vay: Portland Express 200km (6/17/17)

Kennebunk Bicycle Company

TOP TRIP
Ride: Portland Express 200k
Location: Woburn, MA -> Portland, ME
Distance: 128 miles
Time: 10:36 (PR!!)
Pivo Index: 6

I awoke at 0 Dark 30 at the Woburn Holiday Inn Express.  I could already hear the hustle and bustle in the halls as riders prepped for the day ahead.  After Pop-Tarts and two k-cups of Green Mountain Coffee, I stumbled my way out the door and into the hotel parking lot.

The 42 people registered for the ride got our cue sheets and brevet cards. Right before 4:00 am, we got our safety briefing. 7 of us were doing the 200 km from Boston to Portland; the other 35 were riding Boston to Portland to Boston (400 km).  

We rolled out of the parking lot and toward the Pine Tree State a little after 4.  It's always darkest before the dawn (is it?), so I stayed back as the laterne rouge through out the first 2 hours, just getting my bearings.  

Not a Monet,
The morning light with condensation on my lens 
Clipped-In in the Clipper City

Last year I had attempted this ride.  But the night before I had bent my rear rim in the rain in Winchester riding to the hotel. I ended up abandoning my ride at the Newburyport train station - only 30 miles in.

Oddly, that wasn't the first time I had done something like this.  In 2013, Corey and I were riding the CRW Spring Century and I hit a Grand Canyon sized pothole at about 25mph - popping both tires and bending the front rim.  Corey and I bailed from the ride at the Newburyport train station.

This year, when we hit the Newburyport train station, it was a double milestone.

First, I made it a quarter of the way through the ride without a major problem; and,

Second, it was now my longest ride "clipped in."  For many years I have cycled with flat pedals. This year with a half ironman on the horizon, I finally followed the years of advice from almost every cyclist I've ever talked to and got clip-in pedals and shoes for my road bike.  I followed that up weeks later with one side clip in, one side flat for my touring/commuter.  The Portland 200km would be my first attempt at a long ride with clip in pedals.

Now as I made the left onto the Clipper City trail, I left both the possibility of a Commuter Rail ride and the without clips ride behind.

Newburyport

Clipper City Trail, Newburyport
 Coasting New Hampshire

The first contrôle was the Dunkin Donuts in Salisbury - the last town in Massachusetts.  I wheeled into there at 6:35.  With some coffee and a sausage sandwich, I was ready to ride.

New Hampshire has 19 miles of coastline and we rode pretty much all of it.  It was still cool and the only people out were surfers and those walking their dogs.  From Seabrook to Portsmouth we got some great ocean views on flat easy roads.  It was a great way to enjoy that period where the legs were finally waking to the level the head had been for a few hours.

As we went into Portmouth, I briefly thought about hitting up the Portsmouth Brewery - then I remembered it was 8:00 am.

Arr... the Sea looked angry, New Hampshire


Entering Portsmouth

Bridge to Maine


The Maine Drag

Across the bridge into Kittery (apparently the "Maine's Oldest Town"), it's mile 57.  We rode west of the coast and into a flat bit of woods.  The sun began to peak out from the clouds and the road started to dry out a bit.  I caught myself cranking out some speed.  (Slow down, buddy; there's a whole lotta hockey left).

The second contrôle was mile 69 and the Nubble Light in York, ME.  I cruised out of there and around the north side of Cape Neddick - where we stayed for last year's Tour de Cure.  The temperature had climbed to a point where it was uncomfortably cool.  I didn't want to take off my long sleeve but I wanted to take off my long sleeve.  I would roll up the sleeves only to immediately be freezing.

Into the Woods

Nubble Light, York, ME

After slow going through brunch traffic in Ogunquit, the route headed back inland.  As we rolled our way into Wells and Kennebunk, I started getting deja vous.  I realized: these are the roads we battled the Zephyr last year!  I was back on the Tour de Cure route.  The winds were much calmer, however. In Wells at Mile 88, I stopped at a gas station to refuel water and gatorade before heading out to Kennebunk.



I stopped at the third contrôle at mile 97 - Kennebunk Bicycle Company - for merely a couple of minutes.  I knew I wanted to push onto Biddeford where I planned to stop at Banded Horn Brewery.

In the process, however, I teamed up with Luke.  He had to get something repaired at KBC and was now getting back on the road for the 400 km.  He and I had a good conversation discussing brevets through the next 10 miles.  I left him once we were in downtown Biddeford; as, I headed to Banded Horn for a mid ride flight:

Smokey and the Banded - Nice light IPA with a hint of smokiness;
Norweald Stout - big flavored chocolatey stout - highlight of the flight;
Veridian IPA - A good well-balanced IPA; and,
Greenwarden - Piney APA with spruce tips.

On my way out, one of the girls from Portland Pie Co awarded me a cookie for my Cookie Monster bike jersey.
Flight at Banded Horn

I might have spent 75 cents on Double Dragon...
Banded Horn

Ride Bike; Eat Cookie

From Biddeford I only had 20 miles left.  I realized I could probably PR the ride with some effort if I averaged 16 or 17 mph the rest of the way.  I figured even on tired legs, I could do that for 20 miles.

Right at Mile 117, however, I had to slow down.  The next 4 miles were the jewel of the ride. First was a mile down Rte, 9 and then 3 on the Eastern Trail within the Scarborough Marsh.  Between the salt water and the sea strand, the beauty of the marsh and the vibrant (not quite deep forest) greens were sights and smells that made the first 116 miles almost meaningless.

Scarborough Marsh

Scarborough Marsh
Once out of the Marsh, there was only 6 or so miles left to go.  At first, I was going to try to speed through the last section of suburban South Portland.  But, I realized I had done my maths wrong earlier and had plenty of time to get into Portland for a PR.  Additionally, 400 km riders were now coming toward me on their way back to Boston.  I gave them acknowledgement and, hopefully, encouragement.

Concern started to seep in after a few miles as I wasn't seeing Portland.  Then there was a left turn and WHAM! I'm on the Casco Bay Bridge.

After crossing the bridge and a quick climb out of the Fore River, I rode up to Ohno Cafe to complete the ride.  Boston to Portland!

Portland from the Casco Bay Bridge

Brevet Card


After signing and turning in my brevet card, I called Grant and headed over to Salvage BBQ for some brisket and a (maybe two) Mason's Liquid Rapture - a dangerously good and easy drinking Double IPA.

Mason's DIPA
Grant and I headed over to Thompson's Point.  To where they have moved the International Cryptozoology Museum and Bissell Brothers Brewing.

At Bissell Brothers I had the flagship The Substance, Lux Rye IPA and Nothing Gold (an incredibly delicious New England Double IPA)
Grant, messing with Sasquatch

Bissell Brothers

Kept forgetting to take pictures of full beers at Bissell
After Bissell, I headed over to the Amtrak to catch the Downeaster back to Boston.  (And 4 more miles of cycling from the North End to Central Square).

Moxie for the train.

Full Circle:
Downeaster in North Station