I taught her right.

Except for the tongue thing, I don't know where she got that from. Maybe watching the dog?

sweating with the oldies

Leading up to my instructor training for spin class early next month I figured it would be wise to actually take a class or two to familairize myself with the whole scene. On Friday, Marcy and I were to spend the day Christmas shopping so I headed down for the 6am class that Marcy usually takes. I'd say that I was the youngest by at least 15 years but it was a pretty friendly bunch. Unfortunately for me though was that Marcy had apparently talked me up a bit with the group so they were expecting something pretty special from me. I had much lower expectations since this was my first class in probably 5 years and I have done exactly zero high intensity training in the last couple of months and spin classes are all about intensity.

After about 5 minutes of easy spinning and trying to get the bike set up properly we launched into our first of about 5000 interval sessions for the 1 hr class. This particular class consisted of mostly climbing intervals with a few sprint types thrown in for good measure. Within about 10 minutes I knew I was in trouble. The high intensity efforts were a serious tax to the system but with my build up by Marcy I couldn't exactly back off and show the kind of wuss that I was so I soldiered on and made it through the class only coming close to blacking out once (for honest and for true) and having both of my calves cramp in the final two sprints.

I have to admit that those old coots really know how to dish out a hurting and while I know (hope) I could kick their wrinkled up old butts out on the road, they seriously put the wood to me during the class.

I look forward to more classes in the future and hopefully I'll eventually be able to keep up with the blue hairs.

Racin Rick

is going on hiatus for a bit. Too damn busy recently. You can expect MAYBE one post a week until the new year. After that we'll see if we can get the hampster back on the wheel.

bitch slap

Lobsterville is currently getting hammered with snow. They're calling for up to 18" along the coast here. This would be primo riding during the day today if I didn't have to work. F! I'm guessing that by the time I get home the snow will be so deep that riding won't be possible. I'll be keeping the fingers crossed. Also on today's slate is a training session for spin class. A few weeks ago I was asked to train so that I could fill in and eventually lead some classes. In truth, I haven't done a spin class in about 6 years but I do enjoy them and they are a good kick to the junk training wise so I look forward to adding them to my weekly training itinerary. Trainer rides are getting fewer and fewer. Now THAT'S good news. So anyway, the training class is supposed to be this evening but I'm guessing it will be cancelled since the snow isn't supposed to stop snowing until tonight.

my excuse

This would be why I haven't been blogging (or riding) this week.

I had to turn this into...

...this.

All because my boss volunteered us to enter a gingerbread house contest even though no-one on staff had ever made one before. To be honest, I didn't even really know what gingerbread was. Still don't actually since someone else made the dough. My "house" was kind of lame but at least it was sort of "Dr. Seussy"

More family fun time

Over the holiday weekend we went up to my parent's place to for a day and as with any trip up there, I made them go for a ride with me in the blistering 25 degree temps. They're troopers though and we were able to get in a nice 2 hr ride (my mother broke off at an hour to cook dinner) before sitting down for Turkey Dinner number 2. It was so successful that my father asked that the next time I come up that I show him how to get to a store that is about 7 miles via road but loooooooots more by trail and will probably take up somewhere around 3 hours to complete! Maybe I've finally beat some sense into them. My brother didn't swear at me this time at least.

My mom, riding how she knows best. She can push a bike like noone's business.

My dad, all stoic and stuff.

My brother after an attempted ball-ectomy.

One of the major trail surfaces of the day. Can't wait to get my studdies.

tired

Its funny, I've had no time to post since before the holiday but somehow I found time to ride almost every day over the last seven. I guess I've got my priorities all screwed up if I'm riding instead of blogging. I'll try to do better, I promise.

One of my rides of the past week was a sweet road ride the day after Turkey day. Its one of my favorite road loops to do when I only have 1 3/4 - 2 hrs to ride because it takes me over some decent hills with some beautiful views from the top of Damariscotta Lake, the roads are fairly quiet and most importantly (when its cold at least) there is a store at the mid-way point to get a warm beverage. The gods smiled upon me and lavished me with sunny skies with temps hovering around the freezing mark (which I'll gladly take over 40 degrees and rainy any day of the week!).

The payoff view after the days "big" climb.

My trick for keeping the nozzel of the bottle from freezing. It worked at the top of Mt. Katadhin in -20 degree weather so I figure it will work on the bike.

Without my bikeman jersey I was forced to go with jersey #2.

At the midway point I parked in the appropriate cool zone section with all the other cool (cold) kids.

pop quiz

Did I blow out the zipper on my Bikeman.com long sleeve jersey by:

A. Cranking out mad wattage during sprints
B. Getting the stomach ready for the upcoming holidays by pre-stretching the gullet with mass quantities of food
C. The zipper died on it's own while in the dryer

Of course the correct answer is C because while I have been watching what I eat very closely (with a few slip ups, oops) I am definitely not putting out mad power right now. My power sits in the pre-pubescent girl range right now. Unfortunately, the dead zipper didn't show itself until I was at the in-laws on Sunday preping to ride back home (30-ish miles) in low 30 degree temps and I had no back-up clothing to use. Instead of throwing in the towel I found some binder clips (I should say the mother in law found them, thanks JO!), clipped the jersey kind of closed and went on my way. MacGuyver, eat your heart out!

beautiful terror

I was having a beautiful ride in this morning. It was cold at 30 degrees but without the rain of the last several commutes, it felt downright balmy. 15 minutes in I'm cruising silently along a dark and deserted back road, two feet from the trees and bushes right on the side of the road, when I hear a rustling at my heels. Something was coming out of the woods AT me! No question. Before looking to see what it was (it was pitch black at 5:30 anyway so there probably wasn't much to see) I jumped out of the saddle and sprinted my ass out of there with my heart in my throat. This is Maine so I doubt my aggressor was all that dangerous but in the dark, caught by suprise like that it might as well have been a homicidal chain saw toting lunatic with how freaked it made me. I spent the next mile looking over my shoulder occasionally JUST IN CASE.

Also in today's news, the Dirt Rag article I mentioned last week is out. CLICKY and read it for yourself. Good read.

woo hoo

I'm number 8 on Biking Circle's list of today's top cycling rated blogs. Makes you kind of wonder where they get their information from.

Hopefully I'm still there when you check it...

my shot

The whole "Prince Baby Video" thing got me thinking about people who pair music to their ride videos. I'm sure most musical groups aren't going to be a-holes like Prince but you never know when a lawyer is going to come knocking at your door. With that in mind, I put this little video together with my own musical accompaniment. Enjoy.

great googly moogly

Saw THIS on Bikeman's website today.

Nokian's studded 29'er tire is now ready and available through QBP. I now know what moves to the top of my Christmas wish list!

retribution

Its time to try to make up for yesterday's lame post. I will do that by showing you not one, not two, not three, not four, not five... Oh wait, got carried away there, five pictures of yours truly doing what I do best-making silly faces while riding.

Pic 1: normal me, mouth agape as usual.

Pic 2: This was supposed to be a snarl but it looks more like I'm cutting a hot cheese fart.

Pic 3: the motorboat. phhhbbbbbbbb

Pic 4: I call this one "The Jason Mahokey"

Pic 5: Kissy, kissy and leaving you wanting, no needing, more.

Last minute entry: "Wait, I think I had a thought. Nope, must have been mistaken."

Grocery getter

Wow, I just re-read today's post and even I can't believe how amazingly boring it is! I won't hold it against you if you decide never to come back here again...

With the way gas prices currently are and how tight my schedule is I've been trying really hard to drive less and ride more. I'm now on a two commute by bike week schedule. I would prefer to do more but Marcy needs to get to the gym too so the every other day thing seems to work best (her spin class is mon/wed/fri so I ride tues/thurs so she has a fighting chance to hit two of the classes). I'm also beginning to do other things by bike like getting groceries. Brynna's trailer makes a pretty darn good grocery trailer and I can carry close to a weeks worth of vittles in that sucker withoug too much trouble. I do have to admit though that the single speed is a lot tougher to ride home than it is on the way there. Thankfully the grocery store is only about 2 miles away so the ride back isn't all that bad. I also have some silly ideas about building a trailer to haul the kayak behind the bike so we don't have to drive the mile and a half to put-in. These things probably don't make a whole hell of a lot of difference environmentally wise but in the end every little bit counts and if it gets me more ride time, thats a bonus.

Since this is the off season, I've also been picking up my Pilates/abs/stretching/weight training routine again and I've got to admit, its nice to feel my abs again and almost be able to touch my toes without screaming in pain (as much). I'm also trying out Jason's recommendation of MyDailyPlate.com to keep track of my eating habits. Its sort of a pain in the ass at first but once you get going it doesn't seem to tough and you'd be suprised how much it makes you re-think that afternoon donut when you know you have to punch it into the computer afterwards. Hopefully it will help me hit my weight goals for next season a bit easier and help me get through the holidays without porking out tooooo much.

42 deg wet diaper

This morning's commute was a super, duper 42 degree rainy mess. Yippee! In reality it wasn't all that bad. Sure I got wet but after missing saddle time yesterday (a beautiful day to boot) it was nice to at least get out. On top of that, its going to be sunny and in the low 50's this afternoon plus I get to add to my tough guy point total with the people here at work.

In other news, if you get Dirt Rag, keep your eyes peeled in this month's issue (due to be released Nov. 15) for an article called "Metric Bubba". In it you will find tales from last year's Metric Mash (click HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE) written by one of the riders. He submitted his story to the mag, is getting it published and gets a Fisher 29'er for his troubles. Pretty cool. What makes it even more cool is that he tells me I'm mentioned in there somewhere. So be on the look-out and let me know what you think.

On a final note, good luck to Andy S. as he heads out to tackle La Ruta on his single speed. Kill it dude!

on the cusp of too much info

What I've eaten this morning:

1 small bowl of raisin bran and two cups of coffee before commute
1 banana
2 oranges
1 pear
small bowl of black beans, rice and corn
zip lock bag of dried banana chips, dried cranberries, prunes and almonds

What I'll be wearing this afternoon:

an adult diaper

witch's teet

Looks like my commute tomorrow morning is going to be a bit tingly with temps hovering right around freezing. This will mark my first commute at (or around) the freezing mark for the season and has got me thinking about dressing for cold rides. So if you're interested check back in a day or two and I'll have an amazingly insightful post.

In the 'dressing for riding' front. Below, B shows us how NOT to put on a pair of riding shorts. I would think her method would lead to lots of odd looks and chaffing.

Just ahead of the storm

Since today was my day to commute in by bike so of course they were calling for rain to start last night and last through the day today. As a result, I had mentally and physically prep'd myself for a soggy slog in this a.m. in sub-40 degree temps. To my delight, when I woke up this morning at 4:30 not only were the roads dry but the temperature had somehow actually risen 5-10 degrees since my commute home last night. I'll take that even if it means 25 mph wind gusts that nearly blow me off the road on a couple of occasions. By the time I rolled into the parking lot it had started to sprinkle and by the time I has showered and changed there was a steady light rain. Going to bed before 10 every night may not do much for my social life but it did help keep me dry this morning. Small victories.

Here is a pic of me observing Rule No. 1. I will be contacting Guinness to see if I've set a world record for amount of junk mounted to a set of handlebars but I should probably add some tassles first.

road bike, meet dirt

While on an early morning Saturday road spin trying to get some time in before this weekend's noreaster I noticed a little slice of single track just outside of town. Who cares if I was riding my road bike, I was going to hit it and see what it had to offer. Once off the road I had to ride over two stone walls, a bunch of roots and a slippery, leaf covered climb. I managed to get to the top (just barely) without dabbing once but I did decide it was best to not do the powerline downhill I found once at the top. Going up on a road bike isn't so bad but going down could hurt. The panaracer extreme evo's held up to the task nicely and I was soon rolling on the pavement again and freezing my arse off as the storm winds blew in.

The up.

This would have been my downhill, it was full of large ledge faces. Death to all road bikes.

The road tires seeing more dirt than most suv's do in a lifetime.

SSD

Around this time of year, cyclists (who aren't racing cross at least) start to think about training for the next season and will start training specifically for next year anytime between now and the new year. The typical first stage of training, base, is accomplished with lots of LSD, not the green talking pig kind but the Long Slow Distance type. I suppose I'll hit that phase once the new year hits myself but first I need to prep for the base phase.

"Well, how do you do that?" one might ask if one actually read this blog.

Its actually quite simple to prep for your base phase. Your main goal will be to lose all of that race season fitness you worked so hard to gain all summer. For me the best way to do this is lots of SSD or Slow Short Distance. There are 7 keys to make these SSD rides successful. Here they are.

1. Carry a cup of coffee with you. If you have coffee in your hands it is impossible to push too hard.
2. Keep it short, there is no better way to prep for lots of long rides than to do very short, easy rides.


3. Don't fight headwinds. Don't put your head down and force your way through a strong headwind, instead, sit up, spin easy and marvel at all the sights you normally miss when your heartrate gets above 100 bpm.


4. Have no idea where or how long you're going out for because if you know you only have 40 minutes to ride you might make the mistake of riding hard to compensate.


5. Overdress. Nobody wants to get hot and sweaty.
6. or underdress on the road. This will keep you from going too fast on the flats because more speed = more wind = more windchill plus if you really crank it up and get sweaty the first downhill will have you pulling out your trusty light saber and gutting a cow to climb into.
7. If you're riding a single speed, undergear slightly. If you have a low enough gear you won't be working too hard on hills and it will discourage you from really cranking on the flats because spinning 200 rpm's is so trackie.

Bonus tips. If the above 7 don't do the trick, here are a couple more that are sure to accomplish this elusive goal.

1. Drink lots of beer.
2. Take a second or even third helping of grandma's famous deep fried, double chocolate, fudge swirled confectioners delight at Christmas.

If you follow these easy tips you'll be good and slow come the begining of base with nowhere to go but up!