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My 2nd attempt at the Mt. Washington hillclimb, held yesterday, didn’t go as well as the first. I had worked up about the same level of fitness as last year, but my weight didn’t quite get down to the 68 Kg/150lb mark that I reached in 2008. I made up for some of that with a lighter bike (which I should write about sometime), with slightly lower gearing. I again went with the tiny 22-tooth chainring up front, but decided on a lower 13-29 cassette, with an eye toward keeping my cadence up. When training on our local hill, I noticed that I could put out more power over a 5-6 minute interval if I could keep my cadence at about 90 RPM, compared to grinding up the hill at 70-80 RPM. I felt pretty well-prepared going into the week before the race, until I started showing cold symptoms on Wednesday.
I spend most of Wednesday moping around the house with Andrew, who also stayed home sick. I had a little nasal congestion but mostly, I just felt weak and worthless. I perked up a bit on Thursday and Friday but I don’t think I quite reached 100% by Saturday.
The promised hot, sunny and humid weather materialized for the race. Not a trace of cloud in the sky, and not a breath of wind below treeline. Summit temps hovered in the high 50s, with winds around 20 mph. That’s absolutely perfect for racing, but we had to climb through three miles of stagnant air to get there.
I warmed up with my buddy Andy and took my place with the Top Notch wave. The Top Notch consists of pros, cat 1 or 2 racers, and anybody else who finished last year’s race in less than 1 hour, 20 minutes. That’s how I managed to work my way into such rarefied company. I chatted briefly with Tom Keane, a racer from the Crack O’Dawn club whom I met at the Okemo hillclimb a couple of months ago. I just barely nipped Tom at the line at Okemo, and he and I had similar finishing times at Mt Washington last year. He wrote his mile-marker splits on the back of his race number, hoping to push himself a little harder along the way. I had considered doing the same, but figured I couldn’t handle the panic if I found myself off-schedule at the first mile marker, so I left the back of my race number blank.
The canon boomed to send us up the mountain, and I entered the pain cave, trying to find that place where I can maintain maximal effort for upwards of an hour, without overdoing it and causing myself to have to back off and recover. I knew that practically everybody in my starting wave would go faster than I would, so I let everybody go and sought out my own pace. By mile three, I knew things weren’t going too well. I felt encased in a bubble of my own waste heat, and had to back off briefly at one point when I started gagging a bit. That quickly passed, and I found some relief once we crossed the treeline and the breeze started blowing.
I spent most of the latter half of the race swapping places with Nicole Marcoe and an NEBC rider that I didn’t recognize. We hit the six-mile marker in about 1:02, which I knew was about three minutes slower than last year. At that point I knew I would be close to a Top Notch finish, so I buried myself and lost the NEBC rider, but Nicole started putting distance on me. My left calf cramped around mile 7, and I used an uncomfortable toes-down pedaling style on my left side to keep going.
I hit the final ramp and saw Elise, Andrew and Maggie standing on a rock to cheer me on. I had virtually nothing left, but came around the final bend to see the clock tick over 1:20 while I was still a few yards short of the line. I hope the kids didn’t hear what I yelled as I crossed the line in 1:20:16. I try not take bike racing too seriously, but that was a heartbreaker.
In retrospect, the lower gearing probably wasn’t a good idea. I spent a lot of time in the 22×29 and 22×26, and even though my cadence was higher I wasn’t putting out the same power. Preliminary post-race analysis of the data shows that I didn’t lose time in any particular area; I was pretty consistently slower in every sector. Maybe the cold took the edge off my fitness, maybe the heat got to me, or maybe I just didn’t have it this year. I’ll never know for sure, but I’m going to do my best to make sure I’m better prepared in 2010.
It was Monday when we arrived at Peloso’s small back street shop. He had no stock bikes. All were made to order. “Yes I can make you a bike. When do you want to pick it up?” he asked. “We would like to leave on Friday” I replied. “Impossible, I have to build the frame, have it chromed and painted and then assembled by Friday! Impossible.” Then I mentioned that Baron Smith had sent us. “Well let me see what I can do” was the response…
So runs the title of the blog entry over on fatcyclist.com announcing the death of Susan Nelson from metastatic breast cancer. Elden “Fatty” Nelson is Susan’s husband. They have four children. Though I never met Susan, Elden’s gut-wrenchingly honest depiction of her struggle against cancer brought me close enough to care quite a bit.
Elden and I have a tiny bit of history; way back in 2006, when Susan’s cancer was in remission and the Fat Cyclist blog was mostly about Elden’s two-wheeled adventures, he helped me reach my fundraising minimum for the Pan-Mass Challenge. That’s the generous, slightly impulsive guy he is. Since then he’s taken up his own cancer fundraising, and created the most successful team ever for the Lance Armstrong Foundation LIVESTRONG rides. That’s the motivated, highly organized guy he is.
I realize people die from cancer every day. Heck, people die from all sorts of things every day. But cancer took Susan away from her family far before her time should have come. Thanks to Elden’s writing, we have a solid reminder of why it’s so important to do what we can to help others. Our individual efforts may not seem like much, but taken in whole, they can move the world.
Thank you Susan, and thank you Elden.
Echoes something I read in Dan Coyle's "The Talent Code" – they probablly quote the same study – praising children for their effort had a positive effect, whereas praising for intelligence (an innate quality) had a negative effect. FTA:
The children were randomly assigned to two groups, both of which took an age-appropriate version of the IQ test. After taking the test, one group was praised for their intelligence – “You must be smart at this,” the researcher said – while the other group was praised for their effort and told they “must have worked really hard.” […] The final round of intelligence tests was the same difficulty level as the initial test. The students who had been praised for their effort raised their score, on average, by 30 percent. This result was even more impressive when compared to the students who had been praised for their intelligence: their scores on the final test dropped by nearly 20 percent.