Attempting to stay true to my quest of shorter posts this is a continuation of my Rockwell Relay report the first part it here.
I apologize for not having more pictures to entertain you, my friends and readers, but I was
- having a pity party
- secondly, I just wasn’t thinking “blog” like I have in the past, I think mainly because I was having a pity party
- third, we were in race mode, we were doing this to improve and NOT come in last place like we did last year
- fourth, at least for me, I didn’t want to be passed by the noon group, which meant my focus was somewhere else other than pictures.
- I KNEW Superman was going to be awesome and I wanted to be awesome too, but with this first leg it wasn’t happening. . . stupid wind!
Yeah, I was having a pity party
So the photographer in me. . . well, wasn’t
Continuing with my obsession with pizza!
Our pizza from Paradox Pizza was on its way to our hotel we determined that we should probably head that direction and fortunately we did just that. . . as we were crossing the street to our destination, up came the pizza delivery car!
We ordered a tomato basil with white sauce concoction, but after eating my bratwurst I wasn’t much into the hungry thing any longer, which created a unique problem. . .
Superman just ordered ME a pizza, that I ASKED for and WANTED and now I felt the NEED to consume at least one piece. . . I didn’t want to be rude or appear unappreciative or something like that. . . so I ate a piece and. . .
it was some of the MOST DELICIOUS pizza I have ever had. . .
and all of a sudden, I could have eaten another slice!
It was so tasty that I could have eaten TWO more slices . . .
so now I had an entirely new problem. . .
I didn’t want to appear as a glutinous pig. . .
so I restrained myself to one piece saving the remainder for the ride that would last over the next two days.
it was a good decision. . . and pizza is now on the list of “we are going to get pizza next year too"!
Fast forward to Friday morning. . .
we were in bed by about 11:00 and slept very peacefully then the alarms went off at 5:00 am time to get up and moving. . . the race was about to begin, with Doug being our first rider he was feeling the stress of the day first.
|picture from 2013 Rockwell files - taken by Rockwell photographer|
As a group we decided not to all ride the first mile together like we did last year. As we reflected on last year it was decided that starting as a group was more of a distraction to the first rider, we ended up falling behind and had to regroup anyway, so we skipped that part.
We went to Swanny Park, got Doug on his way then back to the hotel for a waffle for breakfast. . . YUM! a happy thing for beginning my day. . . I got breakfast, even with the early start!
Isn't it great how sometimes life just works out.
Now it was time to get down to business. Doug was 35 minutes down the road and we needed to get to him and make sure he had what he needed to keep going. . . it was early, not to hot and he was the first rider so we weren't too concerned but the wind, as predicted was going to be a problem. . . that was obvious.
Doug appeared to be doing well, exceptionally well.
It was obvious the wind was blowing as the weatherman said it would be, both Rod and Linda made note of that fact and was glad we changed our time slot. . .
I still wasn’t sure. . .
I silently agreed basically remaining quiet on the subject
|Rockwell File Photo from 2013|
As we arrived at the first exchange,
I was ready,
ready to ride
and began to warm up just a bit. Around the block I went,
around the block again
. . . and again
. . . from my perspective, the wind didn’t seem too bad and I was still questioning whether or not 6:00 was a good idea, as I finished my 4th lap around the block, Doug still hadn't arrived and now it was after 9:00. . . I was getting grumpy within my mind. . . mix that with the anxiousness that sets in as your leg is coming up is not always a good thing. I couldn't find Superman or Linda and decided it was just as well and so I waited at the top of the street for Doug.
He arrived with a slower time than we were hoping for on this first leg, it was evident the wind was taking it's toll. . . he handed off the bracelet thingy (the baton of sorts)
it was my turn.
and I was off. . .
Happy to be on my way I began my first leg of 44 miles, this was one of my favorite legs last year, so I was excited.
As I crested my first intsty wincy hill the wind started to hit me but all was good, I was riding and it felt good. starting out riding alone. . . I was passed by a couple of guys, but I was not strong enough to hang on so I remained solo for the majority of the first half, this appeared to be a good sign, if people aren't passing then you aren't going too slow. . . it all figures into the equation.
One of the guys who passed me was wearing a black jersey with a big pink stripe down the middle. . . very identifiable. . . as we began the next climb I started to gain on him and my confidence was boosted. . .
. . . he became my carrot
and I spent the next hour trying to close the gap between us. I soon realized it would be on the climbs because that is where I made progress in my quest.
The wind had begun to pick-up and was RELENTLESS and I wondered in my mind if it would be this way the whole way, ultimately deciding that this was the way it would be. . .
ALL DAY. . .
I continually wondered if it would be like this for the 9:00 starters, would it be
there was no way to know . . . what I did know is that they were only about 45 minutes into their ride and then I wondered how long it would take for the faster riders to catch us.
This question would plague me for the rest of the day
Would I have to battle these winds up Boulder Mountain???
the possibility scared me just a little.
The question I thought about and haunted me the most was. . .
the possibility scared me just a little.
As I came to one of my favorite sections of the ride the wind was blowing so hard that even though I was going downhill on a 5% grade was still only able to muster up 19-20 mph. . .
As I arrived at this amazingly cool part of the road where the road is literally carved between two cliffs of red rock. I looked ahead and saw superman standing at the mouth waving his arms. The wind had subsided slightly and I was picking up speed which I was finding enjoyable.
Then I noticed the motion he was using to wave me down. . .
SEVERE CROSSWINDS HERE!!!
as I came out from behind the wall of rock. I slowed down to nearly a stop and was about blown off the road!
How grateful I was that they were there to warn me. The wind hit with such gusting force that it would have blown me off the road.
Shortly after this the road dipped down into a ravine, then up again to a long steep 8% uphill pull. My “carrot” was about half way up talking to his team. They got him going again and shortly after they drove off he got off his bike and was walking up the hill. I smiled to myself and gloated with one of those internal conversations about how I was actually out climbing him which made me AWESOME. . . .
Shame on me. . .
which is what alerted my team to stop and warn me of, saving me from the same fate!
Now you see why I felt bad! Shame on me!!!
at the summit of this last big hill, I was stocked up with water and fizz tab bottle and my team was on their way to approx 5 miles up the road, still uphill but not sporting nearly the grades of steepness of the previous one.
That was the arrangement. We would go 2 1/2 – 5 miles find a place to pull over and wait to see what the rider needed, and it was working perfectly until now. . .
Which is where I will pick up on my next post. . .
As this is already getting kind of long. . .