Well, I was able to make my first road ride with North Branch out of Harper on Sunday. This is billed as a ride with the team so we can get used to riding together. I thought that meant a friendly ride. Oh how wrong I was. We left the parking lot at a nice easy pace. I was told that the ride is usually pretty easy for 30 minutes before anything major happens. I guess that was not the plan on this day. About 10 minutes out, we started practicing echelons and thus the pace picked up pretty dramatically. We had about 12 guys out there. The “recovery” side, actually seemed to be in synch most of the time, but the side pulling through seemed to have issues to work out. For some reason, the person pulling through would always seem to accelerate. Although I know that when you are in the front, you have to put out more power/effort, really your speed should remain unchanged. I don’t think anybody put two guys followed this rule. I myself was guilty of this as I forgot my powertap at home and thus was riding blind as far as power, but particularly speed which was needed for this type of practice. So, on the pull side, you were working particularly hard. We actually did this on and off for most of the ride and over all, except for the above mentioned problems, seemed to go pretty good.
While echelons were on, the ride was anything but easy. Even while drafting, I could tell my effort level was very high. Also, this ride would conclude a 16-hour workout week (11.4 riding, 3 running, 1.6 core/strength) for me. So, I was tired going into the ride. One of the problems with riding a route that others are much more familiar with is that you do not know what parts the leaders pick up the effort and how long it will stay at that intensity. This is hard for me as I am a numbers guy. I lot of times I can rationalize high effort levels when I at least can have a target end. So, when the attacks came I wasn’t ready mentally. After 10 miles, it was pretty much every man for himself. I am not sure when riders fell off the back, but I know that we had lost at least two at some point. Then, one of the riders, Jes, was falling off and I was falling with him at about the half way mark. I thought he was going to come with me, but I accelerated and thought he was on my wheel, but he wasn’t. So, I latched on and kept looking over my shoulder for Jes. At this point I realized that I needed to sit in. I stopped taking any pulls… well very rarely. I just sat in the back and hung on for dear life.
Now, you have to remember, that my perception of time is somewhat skewed from the ride. I was riding roads I was not familiar with… which is enough to make you want to hang on to the group as I didn’t have a cue sheet. Plus, I was also trying to stay aware of what was going on around me. It seemed shortly after losing Jes, we hit a downhill that had a couple of winding turns. Nothing major, but I am not the greatest bike handler, plus I was unfamiliar with the roads. The group of course took off down the hills. We strung out just a little, but not as much as I would have liked at those speeds. So, we has just made a left bend and were coming back to the right. I remember thinking to myself, “I am glad there aren’t any cars as I cannot hold this lane around this next bend.” Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I thought that, there was a car. So, now I am going into this turn at a high rate of speed with cyclists in the vicinity, and I have no choice but to stay in my lane or hit this car. I knew I couldn’t hit the brakes as the bike would most likely slide out from under me. So, I just pushed down with my left foot to create on anchor, pushed down with my right hand on the bar, and took the turn at speed. Luckily I made it. I do have to say that was the scariest turn I had taken in a long time. Looking back, the turn was not all that hard, I just was not prepared for the speed and turn at that moment.
At one point, we were on Cuba road for a long time. At some point, a rider was far ahead. I knew that meant trouble as I had no pop left and I knew the group would want to track the person down. Of course we did. As we got closer, I noticed the person wearing a North Branch vest. I thought one of our riders had exploded off the front and we just didn’t go with him. The lead was so far up there, I was impressed. As we caught the rider, I realized it was Jes and he had taken a short cut to get back in the group. I said to him at that point, “Somehow I got screwed in all of this.” It was my way of saying I wish I had taken the short cut too. In the last 15 miles or so, I would once in a while start to lose ground and then work to make it up. I operated under the theory better to work really hard for the next 45 seconds and catch the group than be out here by myself working hard all the way home. In the last 5 miles, it got harder to do and I was falling off the back. Luckily some well times lights at major intersections saved me.
At some point, there was a final sprint before coasting home. Once again I did not know this was coming and when the others went knowing it was a sprint, I just couldn’t keep up. Luckily they eased off after the sprint and we coasted the last mile or two home and I was able to finish with the group. All in all, I was happy. I had not only increased my volume by 50 percent for the week, but my intensity was up as well. Just wish I had a PT to know what my numbers looked like. I have a feeling that although the ride was very hard for me, the numbers wouldn’t prove me out. In any event, I did manage to finish with the group and have a fun time.