Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Race Reports and Laments from Torturefest

Bike racing is such a heap of contradictions. You spend hours training as hard as possible, only to spend minutes racing and trying to conserve energy. You have to be controlling and detail oriented, but able to relax when it counts. You have to obsessively create the conditions needed for success, but learn to lose races without losing motivation.

Getting ready to race at Sea Otter
I’ve had a lot of mixed results so far this season: Two podiums, a nice surprise at the circuit race at Sea Otter, some solid group finishes; and then some total losses at Valley of the Sun and, this last weekend, at Tour of the Gila. 

On that latter point, I have never worked so hard for such a miserable result. Everything went wrong. I had a ton of cramping and narrowly missed time cuts after the second stage – and only because they increased the window from 115% to 130% - and then dropped my chain in the TT. I crashed out of the crit, but was nonetheless scored by a benevolent Chief Referee who simply placed me dead last and assessed me a gigantic time penalty. On the last day, faced with a horrific road race that climbed 100ft for every mile I could pedal, I managed to come in at the back with a small group of sprinters after making a series of tactical errors early in the race and burning every last match in the book way too soon.

Indeed, there are a whole lot of ways to lose a bike race. I managed to find every one in five days. 

In a particularly awful moment after the crit, when I was faced with the possibility of not finishing the race, I cracked. I sat in the back of an ambulance for a few minutes, obsessing about the situation and enormity of all the obstacles I had faced to get to this point where I might be done. I broke down in tears next to a sympathetic Danny Summerhill, partly from fatigue and frustration, but mostly because I couldn’t tolerate the idea of ending my race. I remember Michelle Mjoen from Primal-McDonald Audi trying to reassure me by saying, At least you don’t have to endure tomorrow. I wouldn’t be too heartbroken.

I thought about that for a bit, and of course, she was right. Pain in bike racing is inevitable. But pain isn’t really the same as suffering. Pain can be assuaged by simply quitting…but suffering resides on the side of something different, something longer and less tangible. 

Bike racing can be so hard, it’s heartbreaking. The will to hold on isn’t always enough. I spent days trading pulls with aerobically stronger riders, only to get dropped sooner or later…only to find myself sitting in when I knew I couldn’t hang on another second during a climb, hoping that the group would tire and level the playing field. 

Peter, Kim and I stretching out the legs before race day.
After all that, however, the best part of my week wasn’t finishing the final stage. I was glad I got to start, of course, and I made the most of the opportunity. I managed to sneak a few more minutes off the other sprinters in the race, and moved up a touch in the GC. I worked hard with the group to reel in a few early breaks, and managed to catch in after nearly getting shelled on the first set of climbs. But the best moment came when I rolled up to the start line, and was greeted by the other women with whom I get to race…all of them telling me how glad they were to have me there, still in it. They had watched me struggle unusually hard all week, and those who knew me well rallied my sprits at every turn. As a celebrated their successes, they were focused on consoling me. (Thanks, ladies. You really are amazing!)

I had a great time with our gracious hosts, Winn and Jim Taylor, too. They were more than accommodating, and spent hours at the sides of every race cheering for me and the other riders staying in their home. (They even staffed our feed zones on the second stage!) The guys from Durango and Philly were so much fun! Every night, Peter, Jack, Brody, Will, Tim and I had "family dinner" and recapped the day over good food and coffee.

I also had a lot of reminders about the message carried by my team. As Michelle and I worked our way to bridge the gap during the second stage, she looked over at me and asked if it was hard to race with Type 1. Her team has been active with the ADA CO Tour de Cure, and she talked a bit about her family and their experiences living with diabetes. After the Time Trial, a competitor came up to me and told me about her three siblings with Type 1, and how much she appreciated the inspiration of this organization. And, moments before the start of that awful crit, the lead moto came up to me and put his arm around me. Thank you. I mean, not you, personally, but your team…what you guys do. I’ve had diabetes for 47 years now.
I needed that. 

So, I drove 14 long hours home to make sure I walked through the door in time to take my kids out to breakfast before sending them to school. I took a day to recover, and then went for a nice easy roll this morning. I have another race tomorrow. I expect that it will be better.


  1. I F'n Love you so much!
    I really think you embody a true cyclist. Out for suffering and enjoying it later.
    You've helped me through my entire training and racing so far just by being there and writing about it. You have this way of just saying it as it is. Being so true and honest and REAL.
    I'm so glad you are home and safe. I hope you are recovering physically and mentally. I miss you!

    1. Thanks, Scully. It was a tough week, both physically and emotionally. I swore I needed some time to recover...but, instead, I'm racing tonight. Go figure!