From Dark to Light

My bike sat on the indoor trainer, mocking me. Each day for a week was going to be the day I got back to my training program. But each day “life got in the way.”

This happens sometimes, and when life is really good, and training suffers, that’s OK. Or when life is really bad, while not “OK” it is easy to use the training as a way to dig out of a dark hole and start to make life good again.

But when there isn’t anything specific getting in the way of training, it’s hard to accept. When you are simply having those days where you can’t motivate yourself, that is not OK. And those days tend to build upon each other and start to weigh on you. Each one makes that next day’s decision, to train or not to train, that much more difficult.

For eight days after the brutally cold Grant’s Tomb Crit, I was stuck in this funk. For eight days I felt the darkness weighing on me – and getting heavier along with my body weight. Sure, “life” threw me a few curve balls; but none of them big enough to beat me down. This was just a mental detour, and I needed to get back on my path.

Then I read, “The Pep Talk You Need Right Now,” a short blog post by Chris Carmichael. It was like he was watching me the last eight days; he was in my apartment, he was in my head. And I realized that this is such a common place for athletes in training to find themselves, so it’s also a common place to escape.

Yesterday I got on the trainer at 5:30 AM and did a tough 60-minute program. It hurt. A lot. But I felt so much better for doing it. I was physically slower all day at work, but mentally uplifted.

Late in the afternoon my teammate Ethan posted to Slack, “anyone up for a casual spin in Central Park tonight?” It was 60F outside after a few cold days and with 25F predicted the next, so I really wanted to get outside. But I had a late office meeting, so I declined.

Thirty minutes later, the meeting was rescheduled and I was free to ride. Ethan and I recruited Gavin to join us, and hit the park for a sunset spin. My legs fried from the morning workout, I road a casual pace and the three of us rode, talked, laughed, and just enjoyed wearing our new team kits. (They don’t include cold weather gear, so haven’t been worn outdoors until this ride.) It was terrific, and 27-miles later as I rolled up to my apartment, I knew that any little bit of darkness that remained from the last 8-days was gone.

It wasn’t a particularly solid training day, and I’ve undoubtedly lost some recent gains. But I will not harp on that and I will not beat myself up. As Carmichael said, “This is what I have right now, and today’s effort will make me better.”

So get out there and make yourself better. Yesterday no longer matters. And every small step towards your goal means you are closer.

2017 GFNY World Championship Jersey – Racing Team Edition

As Head of Group Rides for GFNY and Team Manager for the GFNY Racing Team, I get to preview much of the GFNY gear. And, for 2017, our kits are brought to us by GFNY Apparel – a new entity in the GFNY family. GFNY Apparel was created because Uli and Lidia, founders of GFNY, have uncompromising standards in their gear and now they can assure that these standards are fully realized.

The GFNY Racing Team has a season that starts in March, so we get the jerseys ahead of the full distribution to all GFNY World Championship participants on May 21st. And while there are a few minor design alterations to the Racing Team jersey, the overall design and the fit are precisely what you’ll get for May 21st.

While the previous jerseys were really superb, there’s always room for improvement and the zipper was top of this list. The previous jersey had a zipper designed to “disappear” within the jersey design when closed, but it wasn’t terribly durable. The new zipper has larger teeth, is easier to zip, and has a tab that is easy to grab (even with fingered gloves). And yet, for all these improvements, GFNY Apparel has managed to still find a way to hide the zipper track perfectly when closed!

Other improvements this year include a more proportional waistline cut, roomy (but not bulky) back pockets and, two side pockets for trash (not new, but unique, so worth noting.) Also, the side panels are extra-stretchy to fit all different body types.

With the weather way too cold for short sleeves, I took my new jersey for a spin on the trainer and I was very pleased with the results. If you are unsure of your size, I’d recommend you “size up” as these are racing cut (small) and, compared to last year, a bit snug. For me, the side panels accomodated the needed stretch, but I’d go a size larger given the chance. (If your fit has been perfect in the past, don’t change it – my thoughts are mostly for folks that consider themselves to be in between sizes.)

Here are a couple more photos of your 2017 GFNY World Championship jersey! (There are a few different design elements since these are the Racing Team jerseys, but you get the idea.)

GWB Incident w/ a Gunman

Today Faraz and I planned a little Friday morning ride to enjoy another lovely “early spring”-like day. It was a simple plan – up 9W to The Market for coffee and a scone, then back through Tenafly and home. A simple, 30-mile ride.

All went well until we got back to the GWB and were riding into Manhattan. Traffic was stopped (not just slow, stopped) and about halfway across the bridge we were waved back by an NYPD Officer with a high powered rifle. We heard the word “gunman” and gladly followed police instructions.

We later learned that it was a suicidal man with a pellet gun and the police ultimately rescued him with no shots fired. We rode an extra 10-miles each way to take the ferry for Port Imperial back to Manhattan. Here’s some footage of what we saw on the bridge:

 

When the Universe Sends You a Message…

…listen to it!

This morning I had to be in Central Park at 4:30 AM to marshal a CRCA race and then I was planning to do a Sunday group ride. Everything went wrong this morning, so I took this as a sign to not go on the group ride.

First, this ridiculous fall – just a few blocks from my apartment:

Next, I turn down a street that has a fire hydrant open and can’t turn around because there’s a car behind me, so I get totally doused.

Then I pass a building in Harlem where a body bag is being removed on a gurney.

All the while there is way more activity on the streets than I’m used to at 4:00 AM – and I do this ride with some frequency. It was a bit unnerving.

Finally, I get to the registration on time at 4:30 AM, but they aren’t even set up yet.

During the race, a woman I asked to leash her dogs decided to unleash them – and they both ran into the Cat 3 field. It was a miracle there wasn’t a crash and that all the riders (and both dogs) escaped unharmed. The woman was sufficiently shaken up that I doubt she’ll make that mistake again.

And then my friend Emma crashed at the end of her race.

Just one of those days, so I went home after the race and watched the Tour de France stage from the safety of my couch. And then I took a nap. Fun times!

“Pedestrians are not our concern in Traffic Court.”

Almost a year ago I received a citation for failure to stop at a red signal while cycling. Today was my day in court. While I was undeniably guilty of the violation, I plead NOT GUILTY because I felt that there were extenuating circumstances (more below) and, well, there’s always a chance the officer won’t show up and the violation will be voided.

Little did I know the civics lesson that would unfold. And little did I know just how infuriated I’d become with the current situation regarding the safety of pedestrians and cyclists in NYC. And while this is playing out in many cities, I can only speak for my situation; and I plan to speak about this a lot more in the future.

Current NYC mayor Bill de Blasio has a program called Vision Zero with the goal of reducing pedestrian and cyclist deaths to zero. Yet the policing and systems in our fair city are at complete odds with this mission. Here’s the culmination of the problem:

“Pedestrians are not our concern in Traffic Court.”

These words came from the traffic court judge. On the record. I find this appalling.

I guess I should back up a little and describe how we got the point of this quote…

I was riding a Citi Bike up 8th Avenue between Penn Station and the Farley Post Office at the time of the initial incident. There’s lots of construction in that area and sidewalk, bike lane, and traffic signals are often rerouted and moved temporarily. On the day of my violation, the traffic signal at the mid-block crosswalk had been relocated and was not easily seen from the temporary bike lane. This was not my main defense, but is an important point. Further, due to the temporary lane shifts, and due to pedestrian behavior, people are constantly walking in the bike lane.

On the day in question, I was returning to the Citi Bike dock on this block and was forced to both dodge and yield to many pedestrians in the bike lane. At the crosswalk, I didn’t see the traffic signal and there were (finally) no pedestrians in my path, so I proceeded. Three NYPD officers were on foot nearby ticketing cyclists for failing to stop at this signal. It was a “ticketing blitz” and that location was very likely selected due to all the distractions that would lead a cyclist to run the light.

I made the argument in court that my putting the safety of pedestrians first and the temporary location of the signal lead to me missing the signal. As I noted earlier, I didn’t think this would fly, but I wanted to give it a go. But what when the judge responded by saying, “Pedestrians are not our concern in Traffic Court,” I was floored. I was speechless. I was found guilty and fined $150.

A Little Perspective

My traffic court appointment was for 8:30 AM and after some administrative ridiculousness (bureaucracy at its best) I was seated in a small courtroom awaiting proceedings to begin. My issuing officer had yet to arrive, so the judge began with the docket of another officer. The judge went through her proceedings in a very rote, mechanical manner and this was of immediate concern to me.

After many motorist proceedings before me, I learned the following:

  • Pedestrian safety was of no concern to this judge
  • The judge ruled Guilty or Not Guilty solely on letter of the law (rather than spirit)
  • It was noted that the officer has the burden of proof, but “proof” was really a matter of interpretation based on how the judge decided to rule
  • Once a Guilty ruling is issued, the judge has enormous leeway regarding the amount of the fine
  • All the rules around previous violations and points are entirely moot in the courtroom

I need to give a few examples, because these made me terribly angry, and I kind of hope that you react the same way.

Motorist #1 – Made a right turn from the left lane, cited for Illegal Turn and Failure to Yield to Pedestrians. Motorist has four previous violations (all “previous violations” refer to a two-year window), six points and is a livery driver. Found Guilty of Illegal Turn, but judge waived the Failure to Yield since he was “polite and professional” – and he was fined $65.

Motorist #2 – Also two violations – Failure to Yield to Pedestrians and Not Wearing Seatbelt. I didn’t catch the number of points, but since his license would be suspended if he was guilty of the Failure to Yield, the judge waived that violation because “as a livery driver, you need your license.” He then argued that he had his seatbelt on and the judge challenged him. Response, “Well, I bent over to pick something up, so I unbuckled for a moment.” Mind you, his vehicle was in motion – what the hell did he need to pick up?!? This was unimportant, but he was Guilty of the seatbelt violation and fined $95.

Motorist #3 (The Worst One Yet!) – Single violation for Illegal Turn when, like the first motorist, he turned right from the left lane. Further, there were signs on that street making a right turn illegal during certain hours (including when he was cited.) His defense? “I was just following my GPS.” (OMG!) This motorist had nine previous moving violations and has 14 points on his license. He was found guilty and asked by the judge, “Why shouldn’t I suspend your license at this time?” His response? As a taxi driver, he needs his license to make a living. The judge agreed and fined him, wait for it… $75!

My Violation – Failure to Stop at Red Signal which was caused by a poorly placed signal and pedestrians in my lane. I’m told “Pedestrians are not our concern in Traffic Court” and fined $150 – more than any of the dozen or so motorists before me for which none were fined $100 or more.

What Does All This Mean?

It means that Vision Zero is dead in the water. It means that pedestrians and cyclists are left to protect themselves because motorists with tons of metal and combustion engines may run us down at any moment. It means that I’m clearly more dangerous on my bike based on the size of the fine than any motorists. And, worst of all, it means that if you drive for a living, you are held to a lower standard rather than a higher one. Isn’t that completely backwards?

Part of me wishes I paid the initial fine and didn’t see the disgusting underbelly of traffic court. Ignorance is bliss, right? But now part of me wants to push the message “Crash Not Accident” even more than I did before. Motorists operate a potential killing machine everyday and pedestrians do not – nor do they have any protection. For that reason alone, they need to be held to a higher standard.

Isn’t this a First World Problem?

Seemingly, yes – but indulge me for a moment. I don’t really care that I was found guilty or had to pay a fine; as noted several times, I WAS GUILTY. But this isn’t about my violation, it’s about the continued injustice to those that are in the most danger. Isn’t it completely absurd to hear that pedestrians are not the concern of traffic court? Isn’t it appalling that a driver can keep his license, even if he endangers others, because driving is his livelihood? Where’s the protection for society over the individual? And shouldn’t someone who drives for a living be held to a much higher standard?

I’m not really sure what to do, but I can tell you that I’m mad as hell. And in the current environment of our country where the militarization of our police is making it easier for them to kill minorities unjustly, this feels like another (very small) piece of the institutionalized bias in our government. It’s really scary.

GFNY Mont Ventoux: A Legendary Race

I’ve done the GFNY Championship in NYC four times. I’ve done a double century (200-miles) in one day. I’ve cycled up Stelvio in Italy. I’ve ridden GFNY Italia, Tour of the Battenkill and Tour of the Catskills with the infamous Devil’s Kitchen climb.

None of this could prepare me for GFNY Mont Ventoux.

Mont Ventoux is epic. And she’s a beast. With many nicknames including the Bald Mountain, she’s featured periodically in the Tour de France. GC hopes can be sealed or shattered at its summit. Weather is entirely unpredictable. (It was 36C at the base three days before the event – and four days before that there was snowfall on the summit.) Winds are notoriously strong and the climb is absolutely brutal. And she’ll throw everything at you in attempt to break you; to assure you don’t reach the summit.

The "beacon" at the top of Mont Ventoux

The “beacon” at the top of Mont Ventoux

There’s a weather tower on the top that serves as a beacon to those riding nearby (and seen from nearly the entire GFNY Mont Ventoux course.) But I didn’t think it was a beacon, I thought it was a middle finger saying, “There’s no f–king way you’ll get your @$$ up here! You can try, but you will fail.”

I wouldn’t listen. I succeeded.

Since she was giving me the middle finger for the entire eight hour ride, I figured I owed her some in return…

F–k you, Ventoux!

But I’m getting ahead of myself, because, of course, there is so much more to this story. Let’s go back to the beginning and first look at the course:

GFNY Mont Ventoux

On paper, this doesn’t look so bad; but a closer look shows that the total elevation and the climb up Mont Ventoux are two very real challenges. And the three climbs before Mont Ventoux don’t look too bad until you do the math and see that you’ll have virtually climbed Mont Ventoux before reaching the base of that climb! (The three preliminary climbs total almost the same elevation as the Bald Mountain herself.) And while this is true, it’s a really nice way to set up the course: do the first climb, recover; do the second, larger climb, recover; do the third even larger climb, recover; attack Mont Ventoux. If you aren’t ready when you get to the base of the mountain, you may as well abandon.

The Start

Our hotel was just a few blocks from the starting line and since the gun was at 7:30 AM we didn’t need to get up super early. An alarm at 6 AM allowed plenty of time for morning prep, a full breakfast and a short roll out to the starting line.

My "Wilson" shot...

My “Wilson” shot…

The mood as we staged was really friendly and relaxed. We knew there was a short “neutral” start to get out of the city center safely, so folks weren’t too amped up. However, even with the neutral start at GFNY Italia the peloton launched into a frenetic pace around 40kph and I was among a not so small group that was dropped before the neutralization was finished! This made me a little nervous, but GFNY Italia has nothing close to Mont Ventoux waiting on the course, so I was hoping the start in France would be more reasonable as folks paced themselves to the big climb. Thankfully, I was right.

Justin leading me out. I wouldn't see him again until I reached the hotel.

Justin leading me out. I wouldn’t see him again until the hotel.

The Preliminary Climbs

For about 10km the peloton rolled at a reasonable pace out of Vaison-la-Romaine and into the countryside. I was with a large pack of riders, probably right near the middle of the full race compliment. It was very comfortable, except that the first climb simply comes up way too soon.

Why do we start climbing so soon?!?

But before I get to that, here’s a short digression. Each bib had the rider’s name and flag of their home country in addition to other information like category and course distance. This is a really nice touch, especially for an international field. I could address riders by name and, for me, more importantly, I knew if I could communicate with them in English.

Bib #5

Bib #5

Now, I have to rant just a little. If you are sensitive to political incorrectness or stereotyping, please skip this next paragraph!

<BEGIN RANT>
The French. Oh, boy, the French! As a country, they are so hospitable and welcoming. And they’ve got such great food and wine. But on this race, they were the most irritating riders on the course. Two things happened that I consider unacceptable in a road race. First, whenever I was in a paceline, the riders rotated. And every time I can remember a French rider getting to the front, they immediately pulled off. They never took their pull. Maybe some did, but none that I saw and it really started to bother me. Second, this was not a fully closed course, so there were recreational riders on the road with us. Ok, that’s fine. However, on many occassions I was isolated (riding alone) and after passing a recreational rider, they’d get on my wheel. I was like, “SERIOUSLY?!?” I’m not winning this race, but I’m in a bike race and you are going to draft me just to save yourself a little effort?!? Absolutely absurd!
<END RANT>

Whew! Now that I got that off my chest…

The first climb is not a bad climb – about 5km with a 5% average grade and very little variation.

It should have been a piece of cake, but it just comes up so soon (at least mentally) and at 5km in length, it’s quite long by local standards where I ride regularly. In fact, it’s more than half the distance of the longest local climb! I didn’t exactly struggle, but my goal was to really take it easy on the preliminary climbs. At the same time, it’s a balance – taking it too easy would lead to more of a push on Mont Ventoux, so perhaps getting over these faster wasn’t a bad idea. Either way, by the time I was really calculating my plan, I had found a natural rhythm.

Passing one on many, MANY, vineyards on the course.

Passing one of the many, MANY, vineyards on the course.

I was in the small ring, but only about the 17 in the rear, so I knew I had lots of gears left for the harder climbs. This was definitely something I thought about beforehand – don’t use any of my easiest gears until I’m on Ventoux! That part of the plan I did execute successfully. But when I later heard that Justin didn’t even go to the small ring until the big climb, I was a bit jealous. Then again, he’s about 20% faster than me in these events, so it’s crazy to compare us and our riding strategies.

Around a switchback through one of the old towns

Around a switchback through one of the old towns

Each climb took us through spectacular old towns with lots to look at and take our minds off either the current pain or the pain we expected to feel on that final ascent. The old buildings, the beautiful vistas and the winding roads were absolutely spectacular. And each town had at least a few locals cheering us on – it was terrific!

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The Mont Ventoux summit always looming over the course.

The second climb was much like the first, but a little shorter. I realized that in my mind the preliminary three climbs were each longer than the one before, but that wasn’t true – they were just higher. So the second climb was really a nice ride – more great views and more old towns.

The best thing about these climbs was that they were “mountain pass” roads in that they went up, and then right back down. Each climb was rewarded with a beautiful winding descent on roads that weren’t perfectly smooth, but were virtually pothole free. This meant that I could really bomb the descents and I twice approached 70kph which is among the fastest I’ve ever descended.

One of the narrow, winding descents. And the terrific view.

One of the narrow, winding descents. And the terrific view.

The third climb had the same 4.5% average but was quite a bit longer at 12km and a couple of short kicks that were steeper including a few switchbacks. But then again, it’s called Col de L’Homme Mort, or “Dead Man’s Hill,” so there must be more to the story. Once again I found my rhythm and made my way up the mountain. Many riders would pass me on the climbs, but I would pass many of those same riders on the descents and I later found myself in much of the same company as I was in the first 10km. I was feeling good about my pace overall.

After the third preliminary climb is the road to Bédoin and the base of Mont Ventoux. The course in this section is mostly false flat (slightly uphill) along the valley floor. However, when I entered this section, I was greeted with a brutal headwind. I’m roughly 90km in and feeling great when suddenly I’m pushing hard just to move forward at a snail’s pace. I was hoping the wind would pass, but it did not and the next 10km or so really tore me up. I was pacing myself so well, leaving as much as possible for the mountain climb to the finish, but now a 1.5% incline was killing me because of the wind. It was very demoralizing.

My signature pose. While I was still feeling strong.

My signature pose. While I was still feeling strong.

Just when I was beginning to crack mentally, a group of eight riders pulled up to me. There were three Italians at the front and they immediately noted that I was an American riding an Italian bike:

“American? On De Rosa?” they asked.

“Oui, oui!” I replied (I was thinking in French, not Italian, but they got the point.)

“For you, we work!” And they signalled me to get into the paceline.

I got some similar attention at GFNY Italia and I’ve really come to respect riding the De Rosa in Europe. But this was different – just when I was hitting a wall, they pulled up and saved me. I dropped into the paceline and they pulled me for 5km+ and then we were passing through the valley vineyards of Bédoin and beginning the Mont Ventoux climb. I waved a hearty thank you to the Italian leads and international group I was with and pulled off to do my own thing on Mont Ventoux.

The Bald Mountain

With some help from the Italians, I reached the base of Mont Ventoux somewhat refreshed. Overall, the three preliminary climbs are a perfect setup for the mountain climb. At the base of Ventoux are farms and vineyards – and a perfect view of the weather tower at the top, looking very, very, far away. The climb begins very gradually and just 1km or so in there was a fountain, so I stopped to fill a bottle and take in some nutrition.

The Mont Ventoux forest is a mental game, and a hard one to win.

As the climb heads into the forest, everything changes. What was a casual, countryside ascent suddenly becomes a threatening challenge. There are trees everywhere, yet somehow there is practically no shade. For one of the first times all day, and for a mentally long stretch, there was no more view. And no visual indications of progress – just turn after turn in the trees with more and more climbing. Most of the forest, and a fair stretch beyond, hover between 9% and 11%. In fact, there’s a stretch of about 10km that never goes below 8.5%. The only savior? Very few kicks beyond 12%; as if that’s comforting.

Stone road markers along the climb

Stone road markers along the climb

The only indications of progress while in the forest, other than the feeling that I was ascending, were the stone road markers indicating elevation, grade and distance to the summit. I was mostly keeping my wits about me, and at least I was passing a few riders, so I knew I was making some progress. At one point an older woman (recreational rider) passed me with ease and I was quite startled – until I realized she was riding a bike with a motor.

Does the forest ever end?

Despite all the legend about the barren, lunar landscape at the top of Mont Ventoux, I found the forest the most difficult. Perhaps I’d have felt differently if it were snowing, raining, windy or if there were searing heat. But on this day, the mental game being played with the forest was the toughest for me. Worse, still, as the forest starts to thin, it still takes seemingly forever to finally clear it. The wind gets stronger, the trees fewer and further between, but still many blind turns before full exposure and a clear view to the summit.

I was also having an issue with my gears. With a compact crank and an 11/29 in the rear, I have good gearing for long climbs. But when I was in the 27 or the 25 (second and third easiest) gears, they were slipping. So I found myself shifting between the 29 and the 23 which is a pretty big gap. I did much of the climb in the 29 and felt that the 27 would have been a better choice. C’est la vie!

The beauty of the Beast

The beauty of the Beast

And once there’s a clear view to the summit, everything changes. Suddenly, progress is notable and there’s a real goal in sight. But at the same time, while the grade declines slightly, it’s rarely under 8%, there’s more wind, and the visual progress, while notable, is painfully slow. Still, while my time doesn’t reflect this, the top portion of Mont Ventoux was my favorite part of the ride. Every moment on that mountain felt sacred and suddenly the entire race felt like the Bucket List challenge I’d originally planned. At this point all the suffering to get here was all worth it.

My pilgrimage to the Tom Simpson memorial.

My pilgrimage to the Tom Simpson memorial.

With just over 3km left I stopped briefly at the final aid station – Chalet Reynard. I got my last boost of food and water, and began the last stretch to the summit. With 1km left is the Tom Simpson memorial where I had to stop to pay my respects. Tom Simpson died on Mont Ventoux at this location during the 1967 Tour de France. He was severely dehydrated, but his death was more a result of his doping attempts which caused his poor judgment leading to death. I walked up the ten steps to the memorial which seem painfully difficult to climb at this point, left a water bottle for him, snapped the photo above and continued my ascent.

The summit is finally within reach!

The summit is finally within reach!

I went no faster on the final 3km from Chalet Reynard, nor on the final 1km to the summit, yet this last stretch felt much easier. Perhaps just having the finish line approach was enough, but also the ride atop this sacred mountain was beginning to wash over me.

Crossing the finish line just minutes ahead of my eight hour goal.

Crossing the finish line just minutes ahead of my eight hour goal.

When I crossed the finish, I could not throw up my hands and I could not celebrate for the camera. I simply pushed with my last effort over the line and coasted to the spot where they were presenting the medals. I cried for a moment realizing the magnitude of this accomplishment and the history of this place. I was exhausted, but so incredibly pleased to be on this summit. And to have gotten here by bike

Maggie and me at the summit - 1912m

Maggie and me at the summit – 1911m

The Great Descent

The summit was chilly and windy, but tolerable. There was a bag waiting for me with a vest and full finger gloves; I donned them both and began the ride down to the valley.

The race is over, but the fun has just begun!

The race is over, but the fun has just begun!

The first few turns were awesome – the wind was moderate, the road was clear and the switchbacks had lots of room. I was able to let loose and really fly downhill. It’s not often I want to see the profile of a descent, but this one is worth a look:

However, the fun ended about a third of the way down the mountain when the wind really kicked up and I was getting tossed around the road noticeably. I tried to refrain from braking too much, trying to trust the bike to remain true; but this was hard at 60kph+ with turns and traffic coming the other way. It was definitely a hairy ride down, but still pretty fun.

Once at the base, there’s anoth 10km+ to Vaison-la-Romaine where the race started and where my hotel was located. That was a tough stretch – windy, flat, busy roads and I was clearly quite tired. When I finally got to town I was less than 100m from my hotel when a car left me too little room and I went over the curb and crashed. I was fine, but the bike was a little messed up, so I carried it to the hotel figuring I’d pack it in the bag and deal with it back at home.

Conclusions

GFNY Mont Ventoux is a legendary ride. Anyone who watches the Tour de France and does these sportives should put this on their bucket list. The riding in Provence is lovely and the towns welcome cyclists with open arms.

A huge shout out to Nicolas and Lucie, the organizers of this event. There is a standard set by Uli and Lidia at the GFNY Championship in NYC that must be upheld by each of the GFNY World organizers. But Nicolas and Lucie really go beyond! The expo, the “parade of nations” and the concert leading up to the race are really well done and lots of fun. And the race itself? Well, maybe Nicolas and Lucie are blessed to have one of the best routes in the world. But the work they need to put in to get all the permits and pull off race day so perfectly – well, that’s monumental. And you need to experience it for yourself.

Campagnolo GFNY 2016 Race Report

dDespite being 5:30 AM, it wasn’t as cold as I’d expected on the lower level of the George Washington Bridge. The weather forecast called for a chilly day so I expected the bridge to be windy and cold; but with the breeze in check, the line up for the 7:00 AM start wasn’t too bad at all. Would this be a good omen of the day to come?

I had made it clear in my last post that I was on a mission with a goal time of 6:30. In my three years prior I came in at 7:12, 7:07 and 6:44 – a nicely positive trend. And my training this season was solid, so I felt that improving my time yet again was quite attainable.

From the starting line to the base of Baby Bear, I executed my plan perfectly. I moved from group to group, taking advantage of speedy pace lines where I’d otherwise have had to work much harder. And, unlike last year, in one of the naturally windiest spots through the Haverstraw waterfront, I remained well protected that entire time. I took it easy over Baby Bear (as always) and made it to the base of Bear Mountain at my target pace. I then ascended Bear Mountain comfortably and reached the summit at nearly the same time as I did last year. Since I took a long stop there last year and moved on quickly this year, I felt I’d gain about ten minutes there alone.

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I even had time on the ascent to “strike a pose” for the camera!

I then descended Bear Mountain in what I’d later learn was my best time ever, saving about two minutes there alone. And by the time I reached Mott Farm Road, I was ten minutes ahead of my previous pace, so right on target for this year’s goal. Mott Farm is a tough few miles, but it went smoothly and I was soon beginning my ascent of Gate Hill Road (Andrea Pinarello Climb) around mile 60. Despite most riders’ hatred of this climb, it’s my personal favorite. The undulations and steep pitches allow me to hammer each one and then get a (very) brief recovery before the next one.

However, today would not be a good day for me on Gate Hill. I ascended in about the time I needed, but it started to rain on my climb. Thinking it would pass, and not wanting to stop to put on my vest, I rode through. This would turn out to be my biggest tactical error for the day! The rain didn’t let up until I was at the top of Gate Hill, and while it wasn’t a hard rain, it was enough to soak my arm warmers and much of my body. The Willow Grove descent from Gate Hill is well paved, has practically no turns, and I had no riders nearby to contend with, so I attacked the descent and got another PR. (Unlike Bear, though, saving time on Willow Grove is a matter or seconds, not minutes.)

My pace was terrific! But I just paid a dear price flying down Gate Hill – I was shivering. I was without knee warmers and suddenly my knees were struggling with the cold. Next up was Overlook (Cheesecote) and I thought I’d warm up on the climb. Instead, the skies remained dark, the winds picked up, and my body was betraying me. I spent that entire climb on the verge of leg cramps and lost a lot of time there. Plus, I couldn’t attack the descent – it was just too cold.

sportograf-77466571From there to the aid station in West Nyack, I struggled. These fifteen miles really did me in and even though I took only a brief stop at the aid station, the distance remaining (20-miles) and time to make my goal (1-hour) were too much to overcome. I could do a one hour sprint on flats at 20-mph, but there were two more climbs (State Line and Dyckman) plus plenty of small rollers in the way.

I did make up some time during the final stretch, and I, again, attacked Dyckman setting up a half mile sprint to the finish. But, alas, when I crossed the line at 7:07, it was not the race day I was hoping. I still had a great time and I learned a lot about dealing with the conditions. A handful of my friends crushed their goals, and another handful were in my court – beaten by the conditions. It’s interesting to see who wins and who loses when factors beyond your control take over.

Campagnolo GFNY #4 (for me) is in the books. I love the challenge each year and I’ll certainly try again next year to race against myself and get a new best time. In the meantime, I’ve got lots of shorter races with Team CRCA/GFNY and I’ve got a trip to France in six week to tackle the Bald Mountain at GFNY Ventoux! In cycling, there’s always another opportunity; and another challenge to look forward to after each race ends.

See you on the roads!

 

What to Expect on May 15th

shields_multiple_PRINTTo all of you that participated in the Gruppo Sportivo training rides on Sundays from December through May…

First and foremost – you are ready!

Along with my teammates Omar, Vito, Frank and Ramon, I’ve watched a group of inspired riders take on the cold of winter, the climbs of the course and the typical trials and tribulations of cycling like flats and other mechanicals – and you’ve all come out ahead. The “B” group riders started strong and got stronger; many of you pushed me quite a bit this season. The “C” group riders went from “can I really do this?” to “bring it on!” in a few short months. And many “C” riders have switched from the Bear 50 to the full 100-mile sportive. I cannot think of any riders I’ve seen this season that can’t take on that challenge! While anything can happen on race day to interfere and ultimately sabotage completing the race, your fitness level and mental commitment can be counted on to perform for you on May 15th.

A few quick tips…

If this is a new challenge to you – first century, first Campagnolo GFNY, etc. – here are a few simple tips:

  1. BE CONFIDENT. This is far and away the most important advice. So much of endurance cycling is about your mental well-being and sometimes just convincing yourself you can accomplish a goal can get you there.
  2. DON’T OVER-TRAIN. If you’ve been training till now, you no longer need to “go hard” and it’s time to relax a little. Over these final two weeks, you should definitely ride, but don’t look for hill repeats or lots of extra miles. Just ride to stay fit and in your zone. Be comfortable. Enjoy the time on the bike.
  3. PLAN AHEAD. Everyone is different, but many of us have rituals before big races that require some planning. Be sure your bike is ready – for me that means new tires and new brake pads this week so I can do a few rides but have fresh gear for race day. That also means that I have already bought the tires and brakes – now I just have to install them.
  4. WEEKEND RITUALS. Again, is there a way you like to ease into a big race weekend? I take Friday off work for the Expo, relax on Saturday and, obviously, race on Sunday. But I also make sure I have my ritualistic ground chicken and pasta on Saturday, bagels both mornings and a few bananas.
  5. SLEEP. This one is easier said than done. I always nap on Saturday afternoon knowing that sleeping Saturday night is difficult. For many of us there’s a wake up time around 3 AM and we’re full of pre-race energy, so a full night sleep isn’t likely. Napping can help supplement that and sleep is KEY – so do what you can.
  6. ENJOY THE RACE! Whether you are racing at the front, trying to beat your own time, or just riding to finish – ENJOY IT! You’ve worked hard to get here and race day is an amazing day. Crowds, scenery, weather and attitude all play into a memorable event.

If you see me on the course…

OK – this is a tough one, but I have to be honest here. Sunday’s for the last six months have been all about YOU! Whether I was leading the B group and had to push myself to set the right pace or sweeping the C group taking it “easy” and focusing on coaching, each of those training rides was to get you ready for May 15th. My training took place the other six days each week.

On May 15th, that Sunday is all about ME! There, I said it. I’m not being a d!ck – I love riding with all of you. But on race day, I have a personal goal and to achieve it I need to remain focused and “do my own thing.” I may ride with some of you along the way and we may share conversation at an aid station as well. But if I seem rushed, impatient or inadvertently ignore you, please don’t take it personally. I probably won’t be rude, but I know that when I’m focused, I can really have tunnel vision. Last year someone was talking to me at the top of Bear Mountain and I completely ignored them. It wasn’t on purpose and, thankfully, they found it pretty funny when they saw me at the finish and I had no recollection of seeing them on Bear!

So, Jared, what’s YOUR goal?

I debated whether to include this but decided that putting a goal out there makes it that much more real and forces me to own up to it whether I make my goal or not. Here are my previous times:

  • 2013 – 7:12
  • 2014 – 7:07
  • 2015 – 6:44

My goal this year is 6:30. Six hours and thirty minutes. Including stops. I rode a solid ride in 2015 with no major issues and a strong finish. To take roughly 15-minutes more off that time, I need to do better than a “solid” ride – I need to ride hard. And I need to shorten my stops. My time gains won’t come on the climbs – I just haven’t improved that much in climbing. But if I can retain the energy to ride hard on the flats and rollers, and take shorter stops (especially on Bear!) I can make up that time. Last year I rode “OK” from Ramapo to River Road and then turned it up. This year I need to dial it up from Ramapo right through Dyckman Hill and into the finish.

What’s the bottom line?

I’m racing on May 15th. Granted, I’m racing myself, but unless you are one of the top few dozen riders, that’s what most of us are doing. Am I ready to meet my goal? I think so! And if I don’t? I’ll try again next year. No matter what, I’m out there to ride and have a great time doing it. And to share a few smiles and stories with all of you at the finish line. So, see you there!

Team CRCA/GFNY Inaugural Race!

2016-03-05 Inaugural Team Photo

The inaugural race for Team CRCA/GFNY took place on March 5, 2016. Wait, what? GFNY has a race team?!? Oh, right, I guess I should start there…

As the 2015 cycling season wound down, we quietly put together a GFNY sponsored race team. While I am the Team Manager and somewhat responsible for this group, it was the work of many that came before me that helped make this a success. For the 2016 season, we’ve got ten racers, all in Cat5, with the expectation that we’ll end the season in Cat4. And perhaps a few wins as well.

March 5th was unseasonably cold, but not nearly as bad as all of March (and some of April) in 2015. Our first race was about 28F and, somehow, we’re all smiling (yes, that’s a smile in Peter’s world) in this pre-race photo. We tried to talk strategy, but, honestly, we were all just happy to be on a team for the first time. Most, if not all, of us raced CRCA previously, but only as an individual and being on a team completely changes the dynamic.

12794932_10156557863430570_7344211498418039489_oSo as we prepared for the starter’s whistle, we reminded ourselves that this was a race to get acclimated, understand the field, learn about each other and, above all, remain upright! (Because, well, Cat5 is also know as Crash5.) In this regard, we were 100% successful. And we learned quite a lot from this race, too. Stan sent a summary to the team that was incredibly observant and useful to everyone. And even with all of Stan’s detail, there’s still so much to cover and so much more to plan. I guess I forgot what it’s like to be on a competitive sports team, but I’m looking forward to that experience again!

CRCA posted this photo of our field, I think just after the start. It definitely captures the moment, but there’s so much missing context as well. Like the painfully cold ride to the start, the peacefulness of a pre-race lap in the park under the moonlight and the anxiety of a “first race”. Yet, somehow, when that whistle blows and the pedals are turning, it’s suddenly all about the race and everything else just falls away.

While Cat5 races aren’t terribly predictable, this one was and mostly due to its unpredictability. Stan got bumped by a rider that changed his line to pass without looking. The first lap was too fast and the pace didn’t hold. Riders didn’t get on a wheel and took their own lines. An attack went off way too early and was reeled back in. And, sadly, there was a 4-man crash in the last 500m.

0305160833Yet we remained upright, safe and strong – and all finished the day feeling that we were way better for the experience. I personally was off the back after only one lap; I didn’t expect to finish with the field, but one lap was pretty fast for me to drop. I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday laid up with a stomach bug, so perhaps I was already weak. No matter, my personal goals are simply to improve. And my team goals are to help in any way I can. If I’m strong enough, I should be a good lead out man, and I’d gladly sacrifice myself for the climber or sprinter that can take it at the finish.

The bottom line is that we had a great time, which has to be the first reason you race. If you race primarily to win, you’ll be primarily disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, you must be competitive, but there’s a balance. Like any sport, if the competition replaces the fun, you’re doing it wrong. And, really, look at that post-race photo? Those are some seriously happy cyclists!

My Strava of the race is below (not as telling as those that remained in the pack) and video footage of the first nine minutes while I was near the front and leading our team out.

Last but definitely not least…

HUGE THANKS to Uli and Lidia for making this possible! GFNY is a terrific organization and we’re so happy to be both part of the family and representing an entirely new chapter in the GFNY story.

 

Thoughts on Zwift as a Training Tool

This morning was a washout here in metro New York. With heavy rain, wind and fog from about 5 PM until 11 AM outdoor riding wouldn’t have just been tough, it’d have been dangerous. Even solo.

But alas, these days there are a bevy of indoor options: Sufferfest, Zwift, “spinning to the TV” and, of course, indoor cycling classes. My teammate Vito offered a terrific indoor group session today at Gavia Cycling, but to get there, I’d have to bike. And if I was on the bike in this weather, I might as well keep riding outside! My “pain cave” of choice was Sufferfest until Zwift came around last year. Since then, Zwift has added lots of features, and lots of riders. It’s a pretty awesome platform for sure.

However, after three recent “workout sessions” on Zwift, I find myself longing for a good Sufferfest video. And here’s why I’ll likely be using both of those, and indoor group classes, all winter long.

1452446057596What Zwift gets right is gamification. Making what may cyclists consider “torture” (a bit harsh, but you get the idea) into something competitive and fun is a terrific idea. Some indoor cycling classes do this as well – that’s why I like Flywheel and Swerve in NYC. Both offer some level of competition that’s just friendly enough to make it motivating, rather than disappointing (especially when you “lose”). Zwift ups the ante with a virtual world and a ton of data. By tying you on an indoor trainer to a powerful computational engine on your computer, Zwift can do a lot to make a virtual ride seem real. And, sure, if you have a traditional trainer, we can argue over the Zwift Zpower all day long. But for me, it’s close enough and, even if it’s off, it’s a benchmark I can use to gauge my training. And the visuals are pretty compelling – realistic, yet often a little silly to have some fun. I mean, look at that wooden bridge – it’s almost like crossing the Croton Reservoir!

Now, here’s the paradox…

1452443337210I love data. I love Zwift data. I love that I just did a 90-minute training session and could accurately adjust my power to fit the training plan. But with that comes tunnel vision. Everything that Zwift does so well fades into the background. Silly underwater tunnels start to feel like you are pedaling into the tide. Group chats become an annoyance. Other riders suddenly seem like they are in your way. It’s funny that the best things about Zwift in general make serious workouts harder for me.

On the bright side, I can now tunnel vision on the spot on the screen with the relevant data while making constant rapid-fire adjustments in my cadence and breathing. But I think I’m getting too fixated on the perfect workout instead of aiming for a pretty darn good workout that I really enjoy. I think that’s where videos like Sufferfest excel. You may need to make lots of estimations regarding data, but that’s a reasonable balance along with the enjoyment those videos bring to the workout. And while I haven’t been to a class with Vito yet, I know that he’d give me a motivation that no game or video can ever replace. Just like the best Flywheel and Swerve instructors that I frequent, there’s no substitute for human feedback.

Am I giving up on Zwift? Hell, no! Did you make the connection that I love data and they have tons of data? And gamification is seriously fun! But for well rounded training, especially in bad weather, I’ll need a combination of Zwift, Sufferfest and group classes at Gavia, Flywheel or Swerve. And as many cold, winter rides on 9W that the weather will allow.