Showing posts with label #raceacrossitaly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #raceacrossitaly. Show all posts

Monday, 8 May 2017

Race Across Italy, 800km/10,000m, May 2017 - 2nd fastest!

The Pain
I can’t walk, can’t even bend my knees.  An ironic second place, second fastest overall, and two of my crew have to help me off the stage.  Marco, the jovial & enthusiastic race commentator, asked me how I felt: I had never been in more physical pain in my life and hadn’t slept for 34 hours.

The Route
However, I was relieved to have finished, and finished well, especially considering that this was mine, and the team’s, first supported race, although I was disappointed that I hadn’t done better.  Quite a baptism of fire: 800 kilometres and 10,000 metres of some brutal climbing over some terrible roads in the stunningly beautiful Abruzzo region, from Silvi, by the Adriatic sea, over the Apennines, to the Tyrrhenian sea, and back again.  Half of the racers did not finish the course.
The 800km/10,000m route for 2017's Race Across Italy
The Mistake
Even trying to sit down, get in the team car, and, eventually lie down on my bed to sleep, was further torture to my quads, but I had no one else to blame but myself, given that I had deviated from the race plan and pushed much too hard for the first 13 hours of the race.

How did I make this mistake?  When shifting down to the small chainring, the chain dropped and got jammed in the gap between the frame and chainset, and I saw Rainer, the eventual winner, disappearing over the hill.  I had also ridden my heavy Time Trial bike up a number of mountains, instead of one of my road bikes, wasting valuable energy.  I had felt so comfortable on the TT bike that I pushed seemingly effortlessly uphill and the flat, averaging 20mph over 5,000m of climbing in the first 13 hours, until fatigue and muscle exhaustion set in and the energy seeped away from me, to be replaced with excruciating pain in my quads - it felt like I had torn every muscle fibre and I wondered if my legs were disappearing.

The Equipment
Despite all the drive train problems, including the jammed chain and a suddenly-discharged Di2 battery, the Velocite bikes performed well, especially the Velocite Syn with disc brakes (with Velocite floating rotors) and Venn wheels.  The Venn Rev 35 TCD wheels, manufactured with a unique computer-controlled filament-winding process, proved to be incredibly robust over some awful roads.  I wondered if the pope, in nearby Rome, had passed over this route, as many of these roads were indeed holy!
Velocite Syn, Venn Rev 35 TCD wheels, Panaracer A EVO3 tubeless tyres, Recon cassette, Tripeak bearings
The Hole
After the third and final Time Station, in Scanno, being egged-on by my crew for the road home, I was descending at 40mph, rounded a bend and saw a hole as big as a doorway, and deep as a brick.  Seeing it so late, I bunny-hopped it but was only able to clear the front wheel.  The rear wheel took the hit and, sure enough, an unhappy noise emanated from the back of my bike.  My crew shouted at me to stop, I braked gently, and I came to a controlled halt.  The damage was bad.  The side of the rim was broken at one point, but clearly functioning fine, just brushing the frame, with the Panaracer Race A EVO3 tubeless tyre still, incredibly, fully inflated and well seated.  To be sure, no other wheel would have survived and kept me from hitting the ground, and I suffered no punctures throughout the race.
The damaged wheel and tyre were still functional and kept me from crashing
The Last Leg
After a quick bike change, I continued on, with every climb becoming harder, every pedal stroke becoming weaker and yet more painful, with my seat feeling more and more inflamed.  The crew likened my final climb to a lemon with the last bit of juice being squeezed out! So pained was I that, on the final descent, I decided to descend in just my short sleeved skinsuit, in order to numb the pain with the cold and keep myself awake.  It brought tears to the eyes of my crew chief, Graham, to see my legs shivering uncontrollably, visible even from the support car, and they shouted at me to stop and don a gilet.  Even rubbing my arms, in an attempt to warm me up, made me cry-out in pain.
Everything hurt
The last 50 miles are flat and straight, but I feel sleepy and start having some hallucinations, with poor focus on the road, but ever closer to the finish, the surroundings become familiar and I’m able to make it to the finish, riding up the ramp onto the stage in the Piazza, where the bubbly and enthusiastic commentator, Marco, declares me as the second fastest racer - the race is done, the self-inflicted pain can cease.

The Conclusion
A success or a failure?  Runner-up or first loser?  I can’t help but feel that I let the team down by failing to follow the race plan and a proper, steady pace.  However, given that this was our team’s first race, we also had a non-existent budget (I funded the entire trip, with my family car temporarily transformed into a bike-and-crew-carrying support vehicle), we had a minimal, inexperienced, but skilled and enthusiastic crew (but without a professional mechanic, although Rich, our photographer, did a stellar job, being bounced around in the back of the car, whilst Graham and Chris shouted out the approaching corners), who have been forged into a close-knit racing family, the limited bike equipment available (all drive train parts having been scavenged from my other bikes, some of which failed during the race, desperately in need of replacing and standardising).  I guess I am my greatest critic, so given it was our first race, despite my massive mistake in poor pacing, it must have been a success.
Conclusion: Race Across Italy was a success for our team

Photo credit to Rich Griffiths, follow him on Instagram

Sunday, 29 January 2017

"A" is for "Adventures in 2017"

Firstly, a belated happy new year to you all!  Secondly, apologies.  I haven't written for a number of months and realise that I've left my blog to rot.  Being back in the UK during November and December was a depressing time, what with dark days, dreadful weather, dirty, wet, muddy, icy roads, news of our awful UK motorists running-over cyclists and friends reminding me about my own traumatic experiences, the mental torture of turbo training indoors, and not wanting to write about the adventures I'd recently had and wanting to be out riding in those places, rather than in the UK, writing about them and not being able to ride.  In my defence, I did confess to being a cyclist, and not a blogger/author or photographer!

The new year and January is definitely looking up, with the days growing longer and warmer, a number of sponsors pledging their support for various things (I'll make an announcement in February) and providing new sexy bits of kit, feeling closer to race dates including acceptance to the Transcontinental Race (2017 is the 5th edition ), new adventures (I've already spent two weeks in Croatia and am currently writing this in Tenerife) on new roads in new countries and meeting new people.

At the moment, my planned race schedule for 2017 is:

  • April 29th - "Race Across Italy" - 800km with a support crew
  • June 19th - "Hard Cro" - 1,400km around the four corners of Croatia
  • July 28th - "The Transcontinental Race" (5th Edition) - 4,000km around Europe, from Belgium, France, Germany, Italy, Slovakia, Romania, to Meteora, in Greece
  • August onwards - who knows!

Leaving 2016 in the past, I promise to write a short piece, every week, on an interesting and amusing topic (hopefully you'll think so) rather than thrash-out a blow-by-blow War And Peace account, which I've read a few of (past editions of the Transcontinental Race resulted in a glut of mind-numbing accounts in this style - maybe I was also guilty of this), starting with A, and cycling through to Z.

For 2017, I wish you all good fitness, fortune and new adventures!  Be fast, stay safe :-)

I've climbed Teide, on Tenerife, five times, whose peak is 3,718m.  Many more climbs to tick-off the bucket list!