It's now less than 3 weeks to the BCBR!?!? Shit. I already had my first bad dream about the race...I should be used to this and know how to get my mind under control but I still have dreams where I think that there is some required coursework from undergrad that I never went too and turns out I didn't actually graduate from Mines. Then there was the night before my yoga teacher training final practicum. The dream was that my teacher pulled me aside and said, "Emily, we're sorry but you just don't have what it takes to be a yoga teacher." Argh! Who dreams about failing yoga teacher training?? The stupid part of this mental state is that our goal is to finish the race with the more smiles and woohoos than any other team. We're not looking to be the fastest, just have the most fun.
After a weekend with visiting family members necessitated short 2 hour rides last weekend, this weekend provided two lovely rides. Saturday was a road ride. It was great for four reasons. First, it didn't rain. Second, I finally climbed Mt. Seymour on the Orbea. Third, it was my longest ride ever on a bike -- 173 kms. Fourth, I actually ate enough during the ride to stay reasonably fueled. I've been too intimidated to climb Seymour since moving to a compact. Last year (still on a triple) I passed a guy when on Seymour and he made a comment about how he wished he still had a triple. Since then it's been in my head that it would be really really tough to climb this 1040m in 12.5 kms with a compact. It was a steady climb and there were a few times I noticed I was reaching for my shifters looking for another gear, but it wasn't an absurd climb. The downside is that it was cold, probably 5-6 C and foggy at the top. The leg and arm warmers were not sufficient and my feet were like bricks at the bottom of the decent. The rest of the ride was just lovely and pleasant and solitary; lots of time with my thoughts which have been lovely and pleasant the last couple of weeks. :) Rolled back home to North Vancouver in just under 7 hours of ride time (6 hours 55 min).
On Sunday, with the rain, I cold have sworn some giant sneezed on all the skinnes and covered them with snot. If you even thought about touching your brakes your back wheel would instantaneously skid off. snotty. slimy. slippery. Lower Crippler was a new trail for me, having been previously scared off by the name. But Andrew is very encouraging, not too cheerleadery, and drops one or 2 little nuggets each time we ride that helps me get better. He said that I'm at the point now where I'm rolling most everything including the drops meant to be hucked...After the BCBR it may be time to go to a bike park and rent a super squishy ride for some true DH skills. I really want to ride this once the June Monsoon is over (I was just too scared this weekend and not willing to risk injury before the race).
Also from gutsploder.com
After a weekend with visiting family members necessitated short 2 hour rides last weekend, this weekend provided two lovely rides. Saturday was a road ride. It was great for four reasons. First, it didn't rain. Second, I finally climbed Mt. Seymour on the Orbea. Third, it was my longest ride ever on a bike -- 173 kms. Fourth, I actually ate enough during the ride to stay reasonably fueled. I've been too intimidated to climb Seymour since moving to a compact. Last year (still on a triple) I passed a guy when on Seymour and he made a comment about how he wished he still had a triple. Since then it's been in my head that it would be really really tough to climb this 1040m in 12.5 kms with a compact. It was a steady climb and there were a few times I noticed I was reaching for my shifters looking for another gear, but it wasn't an absurd climb. The downside is that it was cold, probably 5-6 C and foggy at the top. The leg and arm warmers were not sufficient and my feet were like bricks at the bottom of the decent. The rest of the ride was just lovely and pleasant and solitary; lots of time with my thoughts which have been lovely and pleasant the last couple of weeks. :) Rolled back home to North Vancouver in just under 7 hours of ride time (6 hours 55 min).
On Sunday I rode Fromme with my co-worker Andrew. It was raining and cold. Andrew has been in the field too much this last year and smoking to many cigarettes when in the field, so the climb was an easy spin. My legs didn't feel too bad but I was riding platforms so there is just no comparison with being clipped in. The plan was to ride Upper Oilcan, Oilcan and Lower Crippler. Oilcan is good singletrack, a little old school, with some excellent low consequence skinnies. From gutsploder.com....I didn't take a camera b/c of the rain.
On Sunday, with the rain, I cold have sworn some giant sneezed on all the skinnes and covered them with snot. If you even thought about touching your brakes your back wheel would instantaneously skid off. snotty. slimy. slippery. Lower Crippler was a new trail for me, having been previously scared off by the name. But Andrew is very encouraging, not too cheerleadery, and drops one or 2 little nuggets each time we ride that helps me get better. He said that I'm at the point now where I'm rolling most everything including the drops meant to be hucked...After the BCBR it may be time to go to a bike park and rent a super squishy ride for some true DH skills. I really want to ride this once the June Monsoon is over (I was just too scared this weekend and not willing to risk injury before the race).Also from gutsploder.com
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First archaic-measurement-system century, solo, substantial climbing, under eights hours on negligible caloric intake? And then rocking the platforms the next day..You are so ready to rock the BCBR (be fastidious traversing those snotty, slippery, skinnies). Watching your finish will be fabulous..
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