Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Vail Lake Thursday
Really enjoyed following Luke (easy ride in preparation for 8 hour solo this weekend at Hurkey Creek) and Justin (first time back on the Niner in quite some time) around.
First half of our loop was the same as we had been riding, with the new aptly named Rattlesnake ridge singletrack sooo fun. Then we did a bunch of new trails, or redirections of stuff I'd only ridden once. There is a lot of stuff out there, and luckily Luke knows the trails, cause I only know basically a few of the singletracks, but I had a blast!
We rode a new section after Rattlesnake, that I'm not sure I remember how to get to, and following that took the fire road back to the parking area to see if some girls from work had showed up. There were quite a few cars in the area, but many are pre-riding for the 24 hours of Temecula happening this weekend. So, Justin went up That Dam climb to see if they were there, and Luke and I went back to climb up the fire road past Tunnel of Love to finish out the loop.
Some more new singletrack and trails, and riding Marine Corp in a different direction and then we were done! Justin wound up meeting up with the girls and took quite awhile to get back to the cars.
All in all, great time out there! I think the racers will enjoy the course and everything was in great condition.

Way STIL

Made it over the first hump of rocks, but not the second...


Marlin goes up to the right (it's STEEP)


Air Luke

Today will mostly be off/recovery. I didn't do PT exercises last night, so will be trying to hit those up tonight, in addition to errands, cleaning, and driving up to Riverside and back.
Good times!
Tomorrow, a route I haven't done in quite awhile. I believe the last time we rode only this route was August 2006! It's not a particularly fun route, but we'll be descending Trabuco and climbing Holy Jim. Could hit up worse trails than those two!
Hoping to beat 3:50 of ride time. If we keep moving at a good clip maybe it'll be like a 6 hour day? Not sure. Hope the legs are feeling good. They have been the past few days, and last Saturday in my XC race. Just hoping to continue the fitness for a bit longer and then it's all about longer rides on the weekends when we can, and lots of road miles for 12 hours of Temecula in June.
TGIF!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Hope you aren't here for the bike stuff...
So far this year I did 5 Winter Series XC races, 4 Winter Series DH races, an all mountain stage race, an NMBS XC and DH race, and Sea Otter XC and DH. I think that covers it. There is really nothing left on my calendar. Pretty sure Justin decided to remove the NMBS at Santa Ynez from our calendar.
I haven't registered for or at all planned for the 12 Hours of Temecula (I'd do it as a duo). So, I think the next thing on the calendar would be the 24 Hours of Adrenalin at Hurkey #2 - 8 hour solo.
Aside from maybe completing a road century this year, and hopefully receiving the SRC Sport Women 34 & Under XC jersey, I've got no other goals!
So, here is what is occupying my time:
Last night we watched the Survivor from last Thursday. James said at one point, "...and I thought *I* was the stupidest Survivor ever" about Jason thinking the stick was the real hidden immunity idol. Unfortunately neither James, nor Jason, takes the cake for being the absolute stupidest Survivor... no, that award goes to Ozzie, who should've won 2 season's ago against Yul, and should've won this season. He was too cocky, I think, and sure of his position. But, despite James being voted off when he had TWO idols, I think that Ozzie should've at least suspected something. Amanda should've suspected.
Now the four of them - James, Amanda, and even Erik - are all going to be picked off by women who have done nothing but kept themselves far enough under the radar. Hopefully Parvati wins. At least she was clever enough to have two alliances and lie to her initial friends. The other ones? They are just clingons that think they are powerful. None of them have worked hard to do anything.
Let's see, what else... Ah, yes, the "bolts" part of this blog. The NFL draft is coming up this weekend. I'm not super excited. The Chargers barely have a pick in the first round, and the 1st draft pick has already been signed, sealed and delivered essentially. Chris Long (son of Howie Long) is the most prominent player from what I can tell. But, I haven't been keeping up with my football news at all.
I was *shocked* to read that the Seahawks let go of Shaun Alexander. Two short years after his MVP season... Granted, he didn't do anything last year at all. I hope he does well somewhere this year since I always liked him.
The Chargers schedule itself? Honestly. Playing in London is dumb. I doubt any team really wants to fly halfway across the world to play a game a week after another game. Sure, they get their bye following the London game, but still. It sucks.
Honestly, that's about it. Work, exercise, sit, sleep, work. I'll let you know if anything more interesting comes up, though.
Happy Thursday. I can see the weekend from here.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Video from the Padre
It appears from the video that I wasn't in a hurry to get to the line. I think it may be misleading, but either way the winner had already crossed the line, and I wound up having around 62 seconds or so on third place. I know I pedaled pretty hard up to that point.
Clarification
I then led for a long time, until I passed the feed zone and was passed by the eventual winner. I knew I had to stay on her wheel or the race would be over. I followed her and we got stuck behind quite a bit of people. So, she led there for probably 1-2 miles at the most. I then took back the lead and held it virtually until less than a mile from the finish line.
To lead a race of that caliber for approximately 16.5-17 miles and know for the last 2 that I was essentially going to get 2nd and there was nothing I could do about it. Imagine how that would feel?
Then for DH I was basically ready to go at 12:15 or so when we got to the top of the mountain, and then due to the medical hold I sat around for at least an hour. I got more and more hungry (wasn't planning on waiting around for more than 25 minutes, much less an hour and 25!) and didn't have anything for hydration. My legs were tired. So, it wasn't a prime situation for a DH race.
At any rate, I think for my first real big race I did very well. I prepared well and am in good fitness for my level. Do I think I belong in expert in either category? No. I have no delusions that I'm at that level, or even coming close to it.
I was nowhere near the top 10 times in Expert DH. It is hard to look at the XC times since the Expert's did a longer lap, I believe. I don't think the expert women did 38 miles (if they did 38 miles in 1:30 that is far more impressive than I imagined!).
Anyway, I come away from Sea Otter knowing that I'm a good sport rider that did the right things on Saturday, but not good enough to bump up a level, at least not mid-season. Can't blame me for being slow at DH (in addition to tired legs we had wicked wind during our run that didn't exist on Sunday afternoon) because I don't train for it. I've yet to do one shuttle or downhill run since my birthday last year. That's quite a gap. Perhaps once again when the mountains open we'll hit up Mammoth, local runs, and maybe even Tahoe and I'll get the technical descending speed/skills back, but for now it isn't my focus.
So, that's about it. I'm glad I raced, happy with 2nd, but I still wish it had been otherwise. That's racing.
Monday, April 21, 2008
She's like the wind / There is no spoon / Wow, what [a] ride(s)! / How I lost Sea Otter
The alarm went off and I had little desire to get out of bed. But, I did anyway since I had even less desire to miss what would be the most practice I'd get on the downhill (DH) course all weekend up at Sea Otter Classic in Monterey.
We get on the road after purchasing a few coffee's at the local AM/PM. I think it was about 3:45 am when we got on the freeway (after driving around due to an on-ramp closure, d'oh!).
I was awake for the drive up 15, across 91, and then we got to 5. All bets were off and I went into full doze mode. I woke up I think once we got out of the Grapevine. Sun was coming up, and apparently there hadn't been too much traffic. Score!
We stopped once at a gas station for a break and didn't stop again until we got to the venue, I think around 10:30 or so? Decent time to get up there, and no speeding was involved! We parked in the paddock area and walked over to register.
The registration tent was packed and busy, but we filled out our waivers, got in line, got our DH number plates. I had to do a change order to switch my entry from Expert to Sport (no Expert license), and hubby had to be added on to Super D. I also was concerned about seed times for DH since I had been informed by Jeff Frost, the promoter, that I would be fine to race Sport XC on Saturday morning and Sport DH on Saturday afternoon. The registration volunteers didn't know much about what to tell me except to talk to the timing people at the bottom of the DH course.
I then went over to the XC area to fill out yet another waiver, as hubby went to get his $5 one day license (we bought annual licenses for 2008). Got my XC stuff taken care of, got my $5 refund, and back we went to the truck to get our number plates on and head to the venue itself and get ready for DH.
We wound up ready pretty early, and in the heat of the afternoon (it had to have been around 76-77) we rode around on our DH bikes with our pressure suits and full face helmets attached to our Camelbak's. We stopped briefly by the MTBR booth, and also talked to Jason from Salsa for a bit. We saw some cool women's shirts at the VanderKitten booth, and checked out the apparel for sale at the Rock Racing booth. Went by Intense, and then basically headed up the hill for practice.

Got suited up and in line and were probably about 15 mins back from the first rider to go down. We noticed that they weren't asking people what class they were in, and weren't checking off names/numbers. I had an expert DH plate anyway and no one stopped or asked me about anything.
Lesson #1: if you are racing DH, you can basically practice during the beginner and sport DH practice and no one will say anything to you or ask you any questions. If you are sport or beginner, however, you cannot practice during the Expert practice, as they do specifically and pointedly ask you what class you are racing (you can lie, if that is your thing).
So, down we went. The course had a lot of jumps. I do not know how to jump, so I went pretty slow and rolled everything. The course really hadn't changed significantly from what I remember of it in 2006. It was fun, though.
We then waited in line for the shuttle, which wasn't too bad, and headed back up for run #2. We were going to go down halfway to the fire road cut in and then hike back up. We did this no problem. The line was even longer to stage to take off, though, so it took quite awhile.
Finally we were up again and did a 3rd run all the way down. The shuttle line at the bottom was pretty long, despite 2 trucks and 2 vans running. We got back up to the shuttle drop off at about 2:41. Unfortunately by the time we got up to the line again they were already sending experts down. I heard they had cut our practice short by about 20 minutes. So, we were denied a last run.
We headed back to the truck to get ready for a XC course pre-ride. It was sunny and fairly warm, but kinda windy. I didn't want to take too long since we were both getting tired and I didn't want to worry about being out after sunset.

We headed down the course. It was pretty cool. I stopped to take a few photos, and got a few while I was moving.

The first bit of the course itself is rolling (like a roller coaster) and I caught air off of a few of the "jumps". We soon got to a really sharp right hand corner covered in loose rocks. Justin quickly skittered to a stop to the left of the trail, and I slowed way down, but still nearly went off. The singletrack descent down through the trees with swooping turns, S bends, and sand here and there was a total blast.


We then crossed a road and got to some singletrack climbing. It was decent.
We moved from being shrouded in green and trees to being exposed with some desert-ish looking flora and more sand. We got up to a paved road and continued right to go up a steep climb and then some more rolling fire roads. Eventually we turned off onto the sand pit of Trail 60. I wound up hitting some bushes/a tree and got kind of scraped up, but nothing major. I knew I had to go faster in my race, but at least I rode all of it (aside from when I was stopped short by the tree).
A few people passed us, and we passed a few people. We went back and forth with a few groups for awhile. I felt like my arms were getting sunburnt, but it was probably also wind burn. Either way I applied more sunscreen and off we continued. There were about 6-8 people riding the course in reverse, which I didn't understand. We went up a singletrack climb through the trees and I was nearly run off the course by a few guys FLYING down the hill. They had to have known that people would be pre-riding the course, so I'm not sure why they were bombing singletrack with no visibility.
Shortly after I stopped at the top of a hill and we were caught by Robert Herber and a few of his buddy's pre-riding. They raced off the front.
Justin and I caught up to and passed two women in Kenda kits. I was climbing super slow up the next fire road (fire road grinds are not my strong suit - it was too easy for granny to be fast, and too steep for the middle ring, for me anyway, to feel comfortable). One went back to the venue as she was sick, and the other wound up passing Justin and I. I didn't see her again.
We got to what I believe are the goat trails: a meandering set of singeltracks that actually have multiple lines so it winds up being near double track, but with grass in the middle.
Can you feel the cross-wind?

He "fixed" it and off we continued, and then it happened again. I was tired, hungry, frustrated, and basically broke down. This was by far the biggest race I'd ever done, and while I felt sort of unprepared in the "training" portion, I still really wanted to do well and if my bike wouldn't shift I had no chance of doing well. A perfectly working bike is really one of the main ingredients for success.
We finished up the ride and headed back to the truck to somewhat clean off and head to the hotel for dinner. We met Nancy and Roger at the sports bar in the hotel and eventually got our food. Since we were exhausted we planned on getting up early so that Justin could work on his Lunchbox bike and then on mine before he went off to go do Super D practice.
It was pretty cold Friday morning. We got there around 6:15-6:20 am or so and pulled in near the front of the paddock with a ton of roadies that were gearing up for their road races. I made breakfast and had shaking hands from the cold. Justin switched out his rear tire and did some other work on his bike, and then messed once again with my front derailleur. I rode it around the flat parking area and had no trouble shifting it what-so-ever. He rode off to do Super D practice and I rode off to do a shorter loop around the course. My race was in less than 24 hours and I didn't want to burn all of my matches. I took the climbs really easy. It was super overcast/foggy. I had knee warmers, my Swobo wool base layer, and my Pearl Izumi arm warmers on. I briefly saw Nancy on a practice run before heading out on my own.

A view across the canyon (I'd be riding back that way at the end)

The hill that descends to the right was actually part of the Super D climb. The XC course continues climbing out of view.
I got a call from Justin about 2.5 miles in; he'd left a voicemail that the Super D course was lame and he had done 1 practice run and was going to just hang out until the race. I tried to get ahold of him to see if he wanted to finish out my short ride, but never got ahold of him, so continued on.
Delaying my ride



I figured I'd do the first part of the course, then instead of veering out to the east I'd go back toward the venue and have lunch before DH practice.
He called me again while I descended Trail 60 in the sand pits. He wasn't going to ride anymore and would be hanging out by the Dual Slalom course. I continued on my way as I had about 6 miles left.
I got to a steep climb and shifted into my small ring. It didn't shift. It grinded and hung up on the middle ring. It had worked fine the rest of the pre-ride. I shifted back in the middle gear and unfortunately had to power the rest of the climb. On the flat it shifted back into the small ring, and then I went back to the middle. I tried hesitating in my spin, shifting early, etc. but whether or not it would go to the small ring was just sporadic. On one climb it'd shift fine, and on another it wouldn't.

Looking back across from the earlier photo: the fire road on the left side was where I had been

The end of the XC course "gently rolls"

I kept trying it and eventually made it back to the venue.
Justin said he'd look at it again. We had some lunch and headed into the venue for awhile. Stopped by White Bro's where he talked to the MRP tech about his fork (he's sending it back in today for a rehaul) and then we stopped by Crank Brother's so they could look at Justin's headset (it creaks). They went through my 4Ti's, and went through his headset. Nothing seemed wrong with it, but it's creaking. He can get a new brass thing for his Joplin so there isn't so much play in it. All was well with the world. I wanted to introduce myself to Jason First as I was recently offered a deal on their grassroots team through The Path. But, he was pretty busy talking with others, so I didn't interrupt.

We saw Cody Warren in his new team kit - he is now part of the Specialized gravity team in red/white/blue. Their paint is bitchin IMO.

The link is actually ano'd (?) blue.
Back to the truck and Justin suited up for Super D as I suited up for DH practice. Off he went, and so did I. I made it up the hill and got in line. There was a beginner kid in front of me that wasn't sure if he missed his last run or not. I said to stay in line, and it paid off as they wound up extending the beginner practice until after 1pm.
I met Kelly Moore, who wound up being my biggest competition in the DH (I figured as much upon meeting her; I think it's kind of easy to tell at times based on talking to someone - I have no idea if she "marked" me or not). We chatted in line and eventually headed down the hill for practice run #1. I got to the bottom; no one at the timing trailer yet again. Got in line for the shuttle.
It took FOREVER. There were about 100 beginners in front of us waiting to get back up the hill, and then they took one of the trucks to deal with Super D shuttles. It was slow going. Eventually we got our bikes on the truck. I chatted with a few guys from Nor Cal and generally hung out waiting to just head back up.
Did my 2nd run and waited in a long shuttle line again. Wound up finding out from multiple people that they were beginners trying to get in more practice and they felt it was fair since sport riders had been at their practice.
Lesson #2: being honest doesn't pay off. We should've practiced during the beginner practice, even if it meant bringing up a second set of jerseys. Apparently it's par for the course and expected practice.
Lesson #3: learn how to beat the system. Self-shuttling was not allowed. People self-shuttled all weekend. We now know the secret to self-shuttling and if we go again next year will probably try to find people we can do this with.
Justin came up to me while I was in line waiting for the shuttle, and thanks to Robert Herber (who we also ran into on Thursday while on our pre-ride) he was able to get in a practice run. I finally got on a shuttle truck and went back up to the top, but it was already 2:45, so no second run for either of us. I collected my gear, and then we decided to go back down to the timing trailer, since I had seen on the shuttle truck that the door was open. We hit the road going supa fast and wound up down there as Nancy and Roger were hopping in their truck for a ride back up. Justin put my gear and bike in their truck as I waited to speak to someone about the seed list.
I was initially informed that the women were going off first and there was nothing they could do for me. I explained that Jeff Frost had assured me twice that it wouldn't be a problem, so why was it now a problem? The guy said, "I'm sure he means well". That did not help. I admit was I near tears and walked off toward Justin, who told me to hop into the truck and he'd take care of it and then ride back up the hill. I felt bad, but had no idea what else to do. So, up I went. I got our stuff off the truck, rode down to where Justin would be coming up and waited.
He came up and informed me that the guy was going to let me race or we were going to small claim's court. He was going to be calling Justin later in the evening. We went off back to the truck to get changed.
As we passed by the registration tent a bird crapped in my hair. I know, right. As if the day hadn't been bad enough with my XC bike still not shifting, my DH race in jeopardy and then I get crapped on. I was fairly angry, bewildered, and somewhat beside myself at that point.
We got it figured out and then packed up. Justin rode off somewhere and we were going to head back into the show. It was around 4 something on Friday. I asked a parking attendant whether or not we'd be allowed to park in the paddock again the next morning and he assured me that it'd be open parking until it filled up. Off we went into the show, but it was cold, getting cloudy, and everyone was packing up.
Before we headed out we saw a few new things:
New Yeti DH bike

New Yeti DS frame

New Pivot Mach 4 29er

Justin talked to Herber for awhile, and then we headed back to the truck.
Justin is really good about getting sidetracked into long conversations with people. AtomicAdam stopped him and since I was really cold, tired, and my legs/feet were hurting I said, "I have to go back to the truck now" and walked off toward the truck. I didn't have keys. I assumed he'd be about 2 minutes behind me, but I was walking and he was riding, so he'd catch up.
I saw Nancy and Roger coming in to the show to get hot chocolate and they thankfully had brought me an extra wind breaker. They needed Justin so they could get Roger's bikes and then Justin could put his back on our bike rack. He was nowhere in sight.
I finished walking to the truck, went to the restroom, then basically laid down on the pavement, which was the warmest place (someone was cleaning the restroom or I probably would've just hung out in there for awhile). Eventually Justin rode up and we moved Roger's bike to their truck, and put Justin's bike back on ours before heading out. Before leaving we had to stop and get the DH seed stuff figured out for me. When we drove over to the road that leads down to the timing area we were denied entry. They had earlier said it'd probably be open for traffic around 6pm. Now they were refusing to let us go by. Justin said we were getting down there one way or another since the only other option would have been to ride down there and back up (not a good hill to be riding when you are tired, hungry, and have to race in like 14 hours).
Eventually the mean parking attendants let us go by and we got the timing/seed stuff figured out in literally about 3 minutes. The TBB timing people had decided it'd be okay to run the women in between Sport and Beginner men. We thanked the mean parking guy's and headed back to Monterey and over to an Italian place for dinner.
Essentially, I was really wiped out. We had had a late lunch, so I just wanted to eat a small dinner, shower, and go to sleep.
I was probably kind of rude to ask to order before the whole group was there, but by 6:45 I was really just done. So far my weekend had not been going particularly well and I was just worn out. Justin and I ordered food, ate, paid the bill and went back to the hotel. I was showered when Nancy and Roger got there, and while they got cleaned up I did what I could remember of my PM Yoga DVD before laying down with Into Thin Air. I had let it sit for a long time in my bag since starting it, and had picked it back up Thursday on the drive to Monterey. It was getting good, but time for bed, so back to the bag it went.
I slept okay, but apparently snored (as did Justin and Roger). We all got up early on Saturday and headed to the venue. I had been misinformed when I was told we'd be allowed to park in the paddock. We had to park at the Wolf Hill parking area, in the dirt, far away from the venue. It was extremely windy. I made breakfast while Justin fiddled with my bike. We ate and I tried to stay warm. He took off around 7:10-7:15 to get in line for DH as he was to go off around 37 minutes after the start, and wanted to be sure to get in a run and be back at the hill to stage for his race.
I sat in the truck for awhile, was nervous, and unsure of when to head down. I tried to keep myself calm and come up with a mantra to repeat to myself. I knew I'd have some really good competition, but I had no idea how many people or who they were. I also knew that the course did not really play to my strengths after the first about 8 miles. There was no more technical singletrack descending, and actually very little singletrack at all after that. The final few miles are just a fire road slog uphill into a nasty headwind. Since I'm not super powerful on any climb, I knew I needed something to keep myself moving. I tried to convince myself I was machine, with no feelings, no pain, and no tired legs. Eventually I came up with a mantra, which I think I'll keep for future reference.
I finally left the truck around 7:50. It was cold. It was windy, cloudy... I rode around on the road track a bit; it was bitterly cold if you rode into the wind. Checked the seed list of DH again to be sure it hadn't changed... I sat down behind a concrete barrier to try to hide from the wind and realized at 8:12 that I had forgotten my timing chip. It had taken me about 12 minutes or so to get down to the course, so I figured I had *just* enough time to get to the truck and back. I sprinted there. I knew I was burning up energy, but I didn't want to miss my start.
Back at the truck I found the timing chip, attached it to my ankle, and again tried to figure out if I should use the warmer Cyclone gloves, or just keep my normal XC gloves on. My fingers were already cold. I was cold in general, and couldn't take a jacket to the start since I had no one to hold it for me while I raced.
I wound up wearing my Specialized knickers, my thin Path wool socks, my Swobo wool base layer tee (short sleeve), my Path jersey, Pearl Izumi wool arm warmers, and my Halo sweatband. I was worried that anything more would be too warm on the climbs. I barely wanted to wear sunglasses, but I knew it might get dusty, and the wind would just kill my eyes otherwise.
Off I went with my normal gloves (even if they were cold, at least my hands wouldn't cramp up due to discomfort) back toward the start.
I had taken two Sport Legs, an Ibuprofen, and an Aleve at 7 or so. Too early for normal, but I didn't know when I'd be heading to the start. I didn't get a chance to take a vitamin or calcium pill like I normally do; I was worried about taking too many pills all at once.
I had a bottle of Cytomax and a bottle of plain water (didn't feel like digging through the cooler for the Elete, and it definitely wasn't going to be warm). I took about a half empty bottle of water to the start so I could sip on something and also so I could drink some after I took a shot of Hammer gel. It was a bit late due to my sprint to the truck, but I took a shot of gel once I got back in to the venue, and had some water. Then I just sat and waited for probably only 4 minutes or so until we were brought to the line.
When I pulled in there were only a few groups left. I think the 60+ men went off, and then Junior Sport women staged. There was a gap of about 2 people wide on the front of the Sport Women 19-29 line, so I pulled right up there to be on it. When we staged I still held on to a front row spot not wanting to get behind anyone. I briefly glanced around and counted 25 women. Yikes! I had never raced more than 6-7 before in my age group.
I had no idea what to expect on the open pavement. It was nearly a mile around the Laguna Seca road course until you get to some dirt, and I hadn't ridden that previously.
We got all ready and off we went. Surprisingly no one sprinted or dashed off the line. I went to go, but held back not wanting to get caught out in the wind. A few women went off and got in front and the rest of us got into a nice little peloton. For the first time since last October at my first sport race (Bonelli) I sat back and had a HR of about 155. I didn't even have to pedal hard to keep up. We reached a little rise and the group stayed together. Down a paved hill where I went wide to the left so as not to have to hit the brakes, and then I moved my way back into the group for the big pavement hill.
I was worried I'd get dropped, so I stayed in as hard a gear as I could manage and not burn up my legs too much.
We made the turn to dirt and I was sitting in 4th. I was happy with that. We went through about 500 water ruts, turned up, rode a little way and then had a big swooping turn on to the fire road.
The girl that had been in the lead fell in front of us and we all rode around her and kept going. I passed the other two girls and didn't look back. I pushed as hard a gear as I could for the remainder of the early rolling fire roads since I had no desire to be stuck behind anyone on the singletrack. I may not be the fastest descender, but I descend a lot faster than most female XC racers (sport class). It was somewhere around here that I realized ecstatically that I was actually leading my race at SEA OTTER!
I saw one Junior sport female and made my best attempt to pass her before the singletrack. I called out that I was back and was going to pass, and she grabbed some brakes and had to dab. I didn't slow down. I caught up to a second junior sport female on the singletrack and told her I was going around. I went left through the plants and didn't see another rider until I was well past the singletrack descent.
Eventually I caught up to a few of the men on the singletrack climb. Some moved out of the way or stopped when they heard me behind them. Another was walking and he moved off the main path briefly. I heard female voices behind me as I neared the top of this section of singletrack, so I attempted to keep it in a harder gear and go slightly faster. I wanted to get around a 3rd junior sport female before the steep climb. She asked if I was a junior and I said no.
I continued up on the next rolling fire road section passing here and there.
I tried to keep my pace good, not knowing who was where how far behind me. I know I made some questionnable passes, and I passed everyone else as soon as I could. Not being agressive enough in passing can easily lose you a race. I was behind a guy and another junior sport girl on a short descent and the guy was slowing us down. Once we hit some pavement he of course pedalled off, and the girl kept up a bit. I eventually spun out and went aero. I passed them both on the last bit of pavement and didn't even tap the brakes before I transitioned to dirt and made it up the small incline to be within sight of the feed zone. I think this is where I hit my high MPH of 39.4 or something. Ridiculous!
I went as hard as I could, but it was kind of windy. The men weren't going as fast as me or were going too fast. Eventually someone was behind me and passed, and it was one of the women from my age group. She went around and I stuck on her. If she dropped me I knew the race for me would be over.
She pulled away on a singletrack climb, but we got back to descending and a few guys held both of us for some time. We'd pass a few and then get stuck again. Eventually we got around and just one was in front of us. She wasn't being agressive, so I went around both of them through some sand. I passed him a short bit later and then there was a really steep climb. I grannied up it, but kept my cadence high so that I wouldn't get passed too badly. She never did pass me back there, which surprised me. I made it to the top and hammered on. I didn't see her as I descended a bit, but it was rolling and no clear line of sight. I attempted to hammer as hard as I could and stay out of her view so she had no idea where I was. I honestly don't know how far or close she was that entire time.
Eventually we got to the pavement climb. I resolved to not go into granny until the top, and I can't remember if I did or not. I wanted to middle ring as far as I could.
I turned to look down very briefly before I went to descend around a singletrack corner, and I didn't see her, but she had to have been very close.
The next while was rolling singletrack that split up and re-united every 10-15 feet and rolled next to each other. I passed where I could. It was windy and mostly ascent, and it was getting difficult.
I had about 3 or so miles left, and it was basically all uphill slog.
I got to the fire road off of that and heard a female voice behind me. I wasn't sure if it was her or not. I continued on, passing people here and there. I was slowing down.
At one point someone cheered, "Go NorCal!" and I knew she was on me. For the entire rest of the fire road climb, about 2.5-3 miles, she sat on my back wheel. She was extremely close the entire time. I again resolved myself to just climb at my pace and not let her being right on me bother me. I eventually attempted to slow down to a near crawl, and hoped to edge her out, but the timing never worked out with other riders, and she never made a move to pass.
We finally got to the last steep bit and someone she knew was there to cheer her on. He said it was about a mile or so now and to sprint at the top of the hill. She went around me shortly after, and I held on at first. I was so close to her after the crest that as we went down a short bit I didn't see the sand pit to the right, and got stuck in it. I was in too hard of a gear to easily pedal out and my hip flexors momentarily crashed. She kept sprinting and by the time she looked back she had about 25-50 yards on me and I felt crushed. I pedaled as hard as I could through the foot bridge, and actually made up about half the time I'd lost by the time we were on the straight leading to the finish line, but it was to no avail.
That is how I lost Sea Otter.
I finished 2nd overall in Sport Women 19-29 with a time of 1:44:14 or so.
I rode around, basically dazed, and just kind of looked for anyone I knew. I didn't know anyone, and went to leave, but eventually saw Erik and chatted briefly with him. I made my way back to the venue and passed Leslie. Stopped briefly to chat, and continued on. No results were posted yet, so I rode back to the car. I sat down inside and blasted the heater since I was thoroughly shaking and cold. I took off all of the clothes and put on a fresh set of dry clothes. I left Justin a note to say I was going back to check results and would return in about 20 minutes. As I locked up the truck he came around the bend from his race.
He'd won! We celebrated, and headed down to the venue. After checking results they were doing Sport Men 30-34 podium, but it was around 11:40 and I didn't think we had enough time to get back to the truck for me to finish getting dressed for DH, which I was set to go off at 12:37. We stuck around and though we didn't have a camera, I did get up on the podium wearing Justin's argyle DH jersey and my DH pants and knee pads. None of the other women in my class were there at all, and that was kind of disappointing.
We then headed back to the truck as fast as possible so I could get dressed, and we rode fast over to the DH start. Once we got up top we were informed the race was about 45 mins behind due to a medical hold.
I went and sat down by Nancy and Roger and bummed some food (thanks to Nancy for half of her Maple Clif Bar, and to Luke's dad, Mark, for the remainder of their Pina Colada Clif Bloks - that kept me sufficiently stocked to not completely bonk before my race). I wound up sitting around for quite awhile before I actually got to race, and was hungry, tired, and thirsty by start time. The wind was still ridiculous, and in the staging tent it was like a hurricane as we waited for the off-sounding beep to sound. I went finally and found that at the first extended pedaling section I had no legs. I sat down and pedaled as hard as I could. I tried to lay off the brakes, but knew that my race run was the slowest I'd descended the loose, sandy, rutted section in two days. I got to the bottom and pedaled as hard as I could, but it didn't feel like a winning time. As I pedaled past the timing tent I heard them say Kelly had the fastest time so far (but it was literally right after I came through).
Kelly's race run:

My race run:

Crazy.
So we sat around and I asked if results would be posted soon (I knew Justin was waiting up top). The TBB guy said "yeah" and disappeared again. Eventually we heard the printer and I slightly cheered. My racing day was nearly at a close.
The results were posted and I again finished 2nd. At least I was consistent. My goal was to take home one winner's jersey, but at least Justin got one.
I was absolutely starving. We planned to change out of our DH gear and eat at the venue, but Justin wanted to save money, so instead we went to the truck and changed clothes, had left over chicken, grapes, a beer, and I had a yogurt with granola. We then took off to the venue to wait for awards.
Unfortunately, as we were on our way in (walking) he noted that it seemed like people were leaving with awards. We had missed our podiums. It couldn't have been even an hour since I got into the shuttle truck, and racing went on (beginners) for another 2-3 hours after this. Justin was majorly bummed, but we got our medals and he got his jersey.
We wandered around and saw some of the new stuff.
Reba 120mm with Maxle Lite


Juicy Ultimate's in WHITE (my stupid camera wouldn't focus on them)

Thanks a ton to Traci for the margarita's. They were awesome. Roger and Nancy showed up after their practice, but instead of staying for dinner we realized that we needed to head back to the hotel. They were showing Cranked 7: Cackle Factor in the conference center, and parking was at a premium there anyway. So, we headed back and ate at the sports bar again. Then went straight to the movie.
We got in a little before 9 and basically spent about 45 mins sitting around and chatting. Had it been free (it wasn't) I would've left and gone to bed. The slideshow beforehand was pretty cool, and the short with Ryan Leech was okay.
When they showed the movie itself the sound was so loud it kind of interfered with the movie itself. The interjections between scenes were random and seemed odd to me. They didn't do anything for the movie itself, but did wake me up with the loud chainsaw noise. Eventually I stopped fighting the urge to sleep and dozed for a bit. Woke up to the credits and then there was a swag throw-off (we got two DT Swiss tees and I got some Skull Candy headphones worth $30) and a raffle. We didn't win anything in the raffle (I wasn't surprised). Finally it was time to head to the room around midnight.
Sunday I got out of bed around 7 and was slow to get ready. We packed up and headed toward the venue, parking near where we had the previous day. It was still windy, but sunny at least. Cold at the Expert XC start, but not nearly the same as it had been the previous day. The wind had died down considerably, and sun is always better than not.
We saw Erik and Neil go off, and waited for Leslie to start before we headed in to get coffee's and a muffin. I talked to Dale at Division26 for a bit, and then got myself a nice Slipstream/Felt tee shirt from the team booth. We saw Evil and he agreed to introduce me to Sam Hill, which was definitely a top 5 moment of the weekend! Thanks, Evil!

Nancy is part of the SRAM nation

Following that I desperately needed food, so we again went back to the truck to gather some supplies to hang out at the DH course for pro DH and expert practice. I stocked up on plenty of unhealthy carb-loaded food after I downed a yogurt and granola.
My race bikes:


We saw Erik and Leslie after their races and they both did very well! We then headed out to the DH course.
The Specialized boys warming up

Justin and Matias (sp?) chatting

Then we got to see a few guys, Evil, and then the main show. I unfortunately had no idea who most of the racers were coming down until after they had passed. Is that something you eventually learn? Who everyone is?
Leov?

Maybe Andy Becker?

Cody Warren

Kovarik throws a tail whip

Peaty or Minaar?

Rennie

I think Greg, so the other must be Peaty

Sam Hill



Luke flying

Parting shot of Troy

I finished Into Thin Air, including the post-script that nearly trivialized the entire story for me, and then I went through my photos. I finished up as we were heading up the Grapevine. Good timing, too, because it was starting to make me car-sick.
We wound up being passed, and then passing back, Houseman. We had seen Impy and Al on 5 or something earlier, and wound up being passed by Ty (never met him) on I think 60. We pulled into our complex around 9:20 or so, unloaded, mostly unpacked, and then sat at our computers to decompress for awhile. I spent a lot of time doing nothing, when I should've been sleeping, or at least doing PM yoga. Finally hit the hay around 11:45 or something.
That, essentially, is Sea Otter. Will we go again next year? Off hand I say no. I don't feel like we were ever able to hang out at the venue enough to hobnob and meet people, and we didn't get to spectate hardly any events. Justin and I both missed our DH podiums, and no one else showed for my XC podium. There is no way of knowing when you will be called. It didn't rain, so that was really nice. The medals were custom made I think from Purely Custom. Cogs with red headset caps that said your finishing position and Sea Otter '08 with the little logo. I am considering putting both of mine on my bikes, but not sure yet.
I truly enjoyed the feeling of competition in both of my events, though. I've never had fields as large. The DH field at 7 finishers was still kind of hurting, but it's far better than 2. The 25 women that lined up in my category/age group for XC was by far the largest I've ever raced in. I had no idea how I would stack up, but was definitely happy to be near the top of my age group in two disciplines, especially considering I competed in both within a 4 hour period, with virtually no food or recovery in between.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Resting, recovery, the weekend, next weekend, and…
Yum. I had a bowl of it both Saturday and yesterday:

I refrained from dessert at all last night since I had a grip of pre-made garlic bread. Yum.
So, today I am recovering. Thursday morning I got up around 5 am and did an hour on the trainer. Thursday evening I did legs/back at the gym.
Friday night I did an hour road ride (easy pace). Saturday morning we woke up, had a small breakfast and set out on a 3.5 hour tour. I planned on doing about 50 miles, Justin wanted to do more than 60. Seeing as how I could barely hold any pace up the slightest incline I knew that more than 50 miles definitely wasn’t in the cards for me.
While I didn’t sabotage my tire, it did explode at 23 miles in. Luckily I was going pretty slow. The tire split open entirely too long of a gash to patch. The tire itself had a few threads hanging on, but it was wide open. Justin patched it with a fruit leather wrapper and Clif bar wrapper reinforcement and there we turned around.
I had to take it easy the entire rest of the way back, not going over 20MPH, so my avg. speed for the day was super low for a road ride. Descending Clinton Keith that slowly was actually a challenge.
It was extremely windy, and due to the bump bump bump of the bulging tire I was looking forward to getting home and off the bike.
It was a nice ride otherwise, though.


POW!

15%

Bulging bump

Following that I did an hour long flexibility yoga DVD, and then basically sat around. We had chicken and pasta for dinner. Yum.
Sunday we decided to go out and ride again. I didn’t figure there would be much there for me with my legs just being utterly destroyed. They were pretty sore, but I was remarkably comfortable sitting on the saddle.
The group took off, and I fell behind in part due to photo-taking, and in part due to really just not feeling like racing at all. Didn’t matter to me that I spent the vast majority of the day far off the back of the small pack.
Met a nice girl from Texas that is out for a class and going to Sea Otter next weekend. She’s an expert level racer, so it’d probably be good if I got the chance to ride with her in the future, but we’ll see. She thoroughly was loving Daley Ranch. A lot of locals kind of poo-poo it since it’s mostly fire roads. But, the grass/flowers were out in force, the ponds and streams were full, and it was truly great out there.
I began easily enjoying the morning. My legs were still toast, but I attempted the steep climbs and had fun anyway. It wasn’t until the final climb up Boulder Loop to Rock Ridge. It was getting really warm and the exposed climb just did me in. I did enjoy descending Rock Ridge, and still felt fine when we got back to the truck. So, all in all a great ride. Post-ride Chipotle didn’t hurt, either!






After that we went on an Oceanside/Vista bike shop extravaganza! Went over to Performance so I could exchange some shorts I’d ordered that were too big (the mediums are too big by a lot, and it turns out the small’s barely fit. What is a girl to do?). I returned those, Justin got some new PI bibs, and we picked up the seat post mounted bottle cages for long road rides. Justin wanted to put his Niner back together, so went spent quite some time searching for a SRAM Hollowpoint 9-speed chain. Performance had 10 speed (we have a flight leaving Chicago ). Bicycle Warehouse had the shorts I wanted (in small no less!) but no chain. I also checked out the Camelbak Podium bottles and I think I want to get me some.
After that we stopped in at the Trek Warehouse. They had a ton of Sidi women’s shoes like $100 off, but all too small for me. Mostly 39, 40, and a few 41’s.
I think I ruined my favorite Nike cycling women’s sleeveless jersey at the Marshall Canyon ride with the name tag. It left a gigantic sticky mess on my jersey that washing apparently didn’t solve. I didn’t notice it til yesterday, so I’ll try some Goo-gone tonight and hope it doesn’t ruin the material. I was looking for a replacement by the PI sleeveless women’s jerseys are just odd fitting. They are too bulky for me in the mid section and too short.
At any rate, of all places the Trek Warehouse had the chain. Even the guy that rang us up commented he would’ve expected them to be the last shop to have the part, and yet they were the only place that did! We looked at the high-end Trek road bikes, and the Cervello’s, and homeward bound we went.
Hit up the grocery store so we didn’t have to do it tonight and then just hung around the house. I went through some uber old bike photos of us from the fall of 2005. Hilarious how much we have changed! I basically look the same, but boy I’ve had a skills makeover. Justin was nearly as talented then on a bike as he is now, but he’s about 60lbs lighter now. I barely recognize him in the photos!
All in all, good weekend. Taking today to recover entirely. I am going to attempt to clean house tonight and do some laundry. I’d like to pack our cycling clothes, but we’ll see if I get that far.
Happy Monday! It’s almost Sea Otter Classic time and I’m already getting nervous!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Granola Girl
My favorite daily snack of late is Yoplait fruit flavored yogurt and Bear Naked Peak Protein granola mixed in. It’s an art, though, mixing in chunks of granola to a small yogurt container.
At any rate, it is probably my favorite thing to eat all day. Well, aside from dark chocolate and red wine.
I need to look at the nutritional info to compare if it is healthier to eat the yogurt and granola or the chocolate. Overall I would assume the yogurt and granola, but it may actually be higher in calories. Hmmm.
So, we have yet to decide what we are riding this weekend. We are both kind of struggling with training. Do we "train" at all? Justin said he just wants miles and doesn't care about training. So, should I come up with a training plan and just have him tag along? There is no reason IMO to commute to work, ride at lunch, and struggle to ride after work every day just "for fun". You don't need to train for 15 hours a week to ride with your buddies on Sunday.
If we are just commuting for the sake of commuting that is one thing. Then there's no pressure to ride every day at lunch, climb big hills, or struggle to find the energy to ride after work. Some days, sure, but not 3-4 days a week.
Unfortunately to commute 5 day's a week is tough. Especially at the moment. I don't want to commute on Wed and kill my legs right before Sea Otter. DH practice and XC course pre-ride are going to be draining enough without 50 miles in my legs already (if we commute and ride 2 days at lunch, etc.).
So, I'm sort of at a loss, I guess.
I don't want to give up the gym time. We need to go to the grocery store on Monday's (or Sunday, but that doesn't work out if we don't get home from rides until 7pm). And, we also need a day off if we have races, etc. I know a 4.5 mile commute with neglible climbing doesn't sound difficult, but you try to keep up with Justin who feels like every morning and afternoon he is racing Cancellera in an ITT. Seriously.
Either way, it's gonna be hot this weekend. Wherever we ride we will probably get low on water and be totally drenched in sweat. Yay.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Shaking things up a bit
Justin months ago bought cedar grilling planks at Costco. Apparently you are supposed to grill fish on them. Well, I don't eat fish, so therein lied the rub.
For some reason, last night at Costco (our first trip in about 3-4 weeks, actually) I went over and looked at the salmon. I wound up with one of the smallest pieces of fish, but still rather large, and we took it home to grill up. Fish usually makes me gag. Smelling it, tasting it, etc. I have tried numerous kinds of fish. Shark, lobster, shrimp, salmon, tuna, etc. I don't like it.
Well, mom hooked me up with a maple syrup/soy sauce marinade. Justin took care of everything for dinner last night except the salads (yay!). I may eat fish again just to not have to cook.
Anyway, he put the giant slab of salmon in a pan to marinade while he was soaking the cedar plank and cutting up sweet potatoes for fries. He grilled it up and unfortunately it looked the same grilled as it had raw: like fish.
He gave me a small slice of it, some sweet potato fries, and off I went. I managed to eat all of it, with very little gagging. A few times it even tasted pretty good. The fries were better this time around IMO. They still aren't french fries, but with garlic, sea salt, white pepper, etc. they were pretty good.
Since I hadn't gotten any biking in at all this week I decided to set my alarm for this morning to get up around 5, do my first stint of AM Yoga (I *love* the PM version, but getting up early??) to wake me up, and then hop on the trainer.
My dinner, since it consisted of a small piece of fish and a handful of sweet potato fries, was basically much smaller than anything else I'd eaten for dinner all week. So, I was pretty hungry about 15 minutes into the trainer session.
Tried to stay hydrated. My HR didn't get very high, but I'll be damned if I wasn't sweating like crazy. I wound up being a bit closer to the weight I should be at (the weekend of camping and two days of not really caring had driven it up a little) so that is good.
Will I get up tomorrow and do it all again? I am undecided. I may just get up and do my own intervals for 30 mins. I was pretty tired for the first hour of a 3 hour training session this morning, and I will be just as tired tomorrow (if not more so).
But, it is nice to be up and ready to go by the time I get to work.
Tonight: back and biceps. I may throw in a fairly easy leg workout starting out at 20lbs + sled and maybe moving up to 50lbs, maybe not. I haven't done legs in weeks. I don't want to kill myself before this weekend, but getting them in will help keep my legs stronger.
We'll grill up a steak and share it (not sure of the side yet, maybe asparagus if it is still good, cauliflower, or salad), or if it winds up not being good (it was frozen for a LONG time) then something quick. We just had red meat on Tuesday, so I'm not overly excited about the prospect of having more again tonight, but it was defrosted, so we gotta cook it, and leftover meat is not real high on my list of leftovers.
Also, The Office returns tonight! Yay! But we can only watch that or watch CSI. I guess we will probably watch The Office. I can do PM yoga, Justin can shower, and maybe we can be in bed before 11! That'd be nice for a change.
I've already decided to take next week off from the gym. Will probably be a small grocery trip with food we can eat at Sea Otter, and then just packing to be ready to go Wed night/Thursday morning. We'll see what happens.
I took quite a few photos at Sea Otter in 06. Maybe I will try to find those (and some other random pics from 06 that I wish I had uploaded) and post 'em up. For now, this is the only stoke I have:



Definitely not trying to jinx it, but so far the weather forecast looks decent. I can handle that.
Happy THURSDAY! I can see the weekend from here.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
The campfire [smell] is almost out
Delayed reaction, I know. It’s been busy, what can I say?
This past weekend took us up to Idyllwild for a weekend of camping (our first of 2008) and hanging with about 60 of our closest friends.
Actually, I didn’t hang out with 60 people; I didn’t even see that many, but they were all there none-the-less.
We scooted out of work a tad early (after not leaving for lunch) and got to our campsite before 5pm. We set up the tent and got out the gear, bike clothed up and headed out for half of a 24 hour loop with Nancy and Roger, Andy, and Gene.
I’d like to say my first ride on the medium Canzo was flawless, but it wasn’t. For some reason the Candy C pedals were acting up (I couldn’t stay clipped in with my right foot) and it was ghost shifting.
I’d done a parking lot sans bike shoes before we left and it was fine. Odd. Anyway, Justin fixed the shifting Friday evening and then also Saturday morning. The pedal thing never really resolved itself.
I may get 2Ti Candy’s. I wish!
Anyway, the camping trip was somewhat of a success. I was surly all weekend, but otherwise it was fine. It was cold Friday night and I didn’t sleep well. Saturday we got fairly early-ish, but moved slowly before taking off for our long ride.
Saturday morning we took off around 9:25 or so from camp. There were 8 of us. We did not head up the beginning of the course, but instead just went up Keen Camp Climb. I was feeling fairly slow, but otherwise okay. We then went through the meadow, up May Valley , onto some winding singletrack, and eventually down Mirkwood. Woohoo! I still felt kinda slow, but it was all good. Sure enough we soon got to the extended hike a bike, and then did some route finding. I basically remembered the course for the most part.
I had wrongly assumed the next singletrack climb would be easier due to my fitness and technical skills being far greater than they were nearly 2 years ago. I was wrong. The directions from Idyllwild Cycling’s site don’t refer to the climb as the “cyclocross” of mountain biking for no reason. I was on and off my bike more than I would’ve liked to be. It is a slog.
Basically you hike a bike off an on up a steep loose climb. Then there is a steep wide climb that is really steep. Then a short fire road descent, then this hike a bike climb over rocks rocks and more rocks. Following that we climbed another fire road for a bit, had a short fun descent, some road riding (which will apparently be cut out when the course goes through the Astro camp for race day only?), then we detoured from the directions. We continued on the dirt road up to Ernie Maxwell where we ran into a group from camp. They had climbed May Valley the entire way. Nearly the same mileage, believe it or not, but no side singletrack.
At any rate, we had actually lost 1 of our crew right after the meadow, and then 2 of our crew after the cyclocross climb. And then there were 5.
We all (except for Luke and Eric) slowly made our way up Ernie Maxwell, coming across hikers every now and then. I fully expected to run into the Steppie crew coming down, but they were still chilling at the top when we arrived. We rode down with them. Gene came out and had crashed pretty hard on his ribs, but said he was okay to continue. I hooked him up with my only mustard packet (I need another 1-2!) and we waited for a bit.
Lynn was nowhere in site. Slim and RoadieMistress took off up the trail to go in search. Eventually they came back down. Lynn ’s derailleur hangar had broken, so she singlehandedly replaced it herself! Props to her for that.
On and up the Southridge fire road we climbed. It is, quite possibly, the most heinous climb mountain bikers will ever encounter. It is steep. It is so steep they had to pave it in sections so that cars could drive up it. Literally.
I stopped twice, but rode the entirety of it. I felt pretty good about that. It was over much quicker than I remembered. Finally we were up at Cherry on Top. Time to celebrate with a bite of food and then some nice descending.
We broke off a few times from Steppie’s crew and met back up a few times. Eric and Luke took off and finished ahead of the group(s) and Justin and I wound up finishing the ride with Liz and Ray, who we hadn’t started with. Ahh… as the single track turns!
Back to camp and I hopped quickly into the shower. It felt like it was going to be a cold night. I actually had to wear a sweatshirt over my Woolies and thermal l/s tee’s. I snacked a LOT, we had chili and chicken, I had a bunch of smores.
I took a Tylenol PM, got out my wax ear plugs and then Justin and I wound up sitting around our campfire with Michael for quite a bit. It was fun. We hit the hay both nights before 10:30.
I remember laying down and Justin asking if there were fire works. I said, “I have no idea” (I couldn’t hear much) and fell promptly to sleep. When I next woke up it was silence, so I took my ear plugs out and went back to sleep. Justin woke up around 6, but I didn’t get out of my bag until closer to 7. It was cloudy Sunday morning, and packing up camp was slow going.
We got ready and headed out toward Thomas Mountain for Sunday’s ride up Little Thomas Mtn and down Ramona Trail .
We started with around 13, lost two, then gained about 5 more. Great ride, cool people. Only one injured.
We left and headed down to Hemet for some grub at Applebee’s. Not the best celebratory food, but it beats being hungry and eating sandwiches at home.
Can’t wait to do this again, whether this year or next April. It’s a great staple trip that is for sure.






Otherwise… I did an actual ab work out yesterday and boy am I SORE. It hurts. The core exercises really don’t hit up the same muscles as leg lifts and decline bench crunches. It’s all good, though. My weight didn’t go up as much as I had assumed it would, but then again we are going to Outback tonight. No bloomin’ onion I hope. Definitely gonna get the mashed potatoes and maybe veggies. I guess I don’t even need meat, right?
Happy Tuesday.

