Lyne Lamoureux wrote a great article about my love for ‘Cross – check it out here. Take the time to peruse the website for other hot-off-the-press articles and fantastic photos, too!!

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I’ve had enough 4th places already, sheesh! The first weekend in Providence I was pretty stoked to have finished 4th both days. For my first weekend out they weren’t bad results. But still?! Come on. You read that Louisville was a mixed bag, and now I’m here to tell ya that at Blue Sky Velo and Boulder Cup here in CO last weekend I finished 4th BOTH DAYS! Frick!

Blue Sky Velo Cup held at the Xilinx Campus in Longmont was a freakin’ blast – hard as hell in the mud but I loved it – blue sky, sun shining, and mud…what’s not to love?! I’ve said before that while I might not be the greatest “mudder”, I enjoy riding in it. This past week while out mtn biking, my front wheel wanted to ride through every muddy section but my head said not to so that I didn’t ruin the trails. Damn. Anyway, Katie Compton showed up in Longmont to school us for the the first time that weekend. Had I not seen her on the start line I wouldn’t have known she was even there since she rode off the front of the race so bloody fast and left the rest of us choking on her dust (er, mud). That left Georgia chasing Katie, Alison D chasing Georgia, me chasing Alison, and Kellie chasing me to round out the top 5. I had started to close in on Alison but with only 1 lap to go she pulled away again while I was fighting behind her to keep Kellie at bay. As you can see from the photos, it was a muddy mess out there. There was this one turn in particular that I couldn’t quite conquer and as you can see it got the best of me several times. Imagine the turn of a velodrome, cover it in mud so it’s more slippery than the banking of velodrome, shrink it down in size, and that’s what this turn was like. One lap in particular it about ate me whole – my wheels slipped out from underneath me and I fell off, of course grabbing a handful of mud as I went down. Kinda sucks when you gotta grab the handlebars and shifters again with a hands that are caked in mud. Luckily Brian Dallas was in the pits for me to give me a bike change the next time through. On the last lap I played it safe by running through that section. Yeah, so I’ve got some work to do technically but I think I’m learning something new each weekend.

Sunday once again brought out the sun and warmth, although there was one crucial part missing – mud. Instead we got sand. Yuk. Because of the wet conditions at Harlow Platts Park, the venue for Sunday’s race had to be changed to the Boulder Reservoir. Not ideal but understandable so that promoters can continue to hold events at the park in the future. It’s become a very mental thing but sand just kicks my butt. I have to admit I’m getting better at riding in the stuff but there are times when my bikes seems to just sink right beneath me. I’d love to follow Katie through the sand to see how it’s done right, but like the day before she was running away from the rest of the field by the end of the first lap.

Anyway, I was riding like a yo-yo out there (literally and figuratively) – that is, I was riding anywhere from 10th to 3rd to 5th to 4th. I’d move up a few spots, do something stupid like ride through the tape when my head was down and cut the corner too sharp, and then fall back a spot or 2 again. Luckily it was a long, hard race and I kept the pressure on the pedals until I rode up to Alison in the race for 3rd. Unfortunately, going into a crucial sand section, she got the fastest line ahead of me and came out with a small gap that I wasn’t able to close on the last lap. First, I should have been more aggressive going into the sand to get that line in front of her. Second, when I didn’t get the fast line I should have run it. Live and learn.

Now I’ve got four 4th places in 6 races to add to my palmares – greaaaat. The next USGP is coming up in Jersey this weekend and I am desperately hoping that I’ll do something right to get myself up on the podium for the first time. If I want to make the Worlds team, I must be on it, I mean really ON IT, for the Sunday races in Jersey and Portland. None of this 2nd day shenanigans that seems to be my trademark.

I also want to throw out some props to the people out there who helped me keep my head on straight – Justin and Jason (aka Sugar) from Specialized who helped me take care of my bikes, Brian Dallas who rocked the pits for me, and Stu Thorne from Cyclocrossworld.com who is always there to help in any situation. What would I do without his trusty air compressor to make sure my tires are at exactly 28.4 psi?!

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Dangit, I keep losing track of time and before I know it weeks have gone by since the last time I updated my blog. Alright, what do you want to know? Lots has happened since my last post so I’ll just stick to the basics.

First off was the USGP Derby City Cup in Louisville, KY. This race weekend holds a special place in my heart for a couple of reasons. One, it was my first “big” weekend of cross racing last year. Second, it’s where I met the Bain family – a wonderful family who took me in and made me their surrogate child for the weekend (along with Rachel last year and Cody this year). Third, there’s no other place in the country that treats Halloween like the families on Hillcrest Ave do – handmade, eccentric Halloween decor covers every square inch of the houses and yards. It’s no wonder that the street attracts thousands of trick or treaters, literally, who come to pay homage to the brilliant creativity lining Hillcrest Ave on Halloween night.

This year, my mom also made the trip to KY to witness her first cross races in person. I’ve passed along many youtube videos but those pale in comparison to the real thing. Needless to say, my mom enjoyed watching cross much more than crits and road races! And luckily the weather made it a perfect weekend for spectating – the rain had stopped so there was no shivering underneath wool blankets and rain coats but basking in the sunshine instead.

The races themselves were kind of a mixed bag for me. The rain the previous day had left the course muddy and greasy, which made me nervous since I don’t really excel in those kind of conditions. I have fun in the mud, for sure, but I definitely ride tentatively through the greasy turns, which means that with each turn during each lap the gap to the front gets bigger and bigger. As usual, I had a shitty start (although I had a decent start position) and had to try to power my way through other riders before the top women motor away. And, as usual, I worked my way through riders but not before the gaps to the front 3 had gone too far. I kept working hard, slowly picking off a few a few more riders until I found myself riding with Alison Dunlap (WORLD mtb bike champion) as we battle for 4th place. I thought to myself that I should just keep riding hard, hopefully harder than she can ride, until I drop her but she’s smarter than that. Alison held my wheel without an ounce of energy lost for a lap or so, jumped me going in to the Green Monster, and held the gap through the muddy ruts to the finish. I rolled in just behind her for 5th place. Alright, if I look back one year ago at this race, my result has improved significantly. I should be happy, and I am, but still….

Sunday was a different story. I could do nothing right. First, I started without enough pressure in my tires (this is a critical part of cross that I am still learning about) so I had to roll through the pits on the first lap for a bike change. I was already off the back since I was riding (even) slower because of my tires and after the bike exchange I was even farther back. Thing is, I didn’t have much in the legs to close the gaps like I did yesterday. Not much I could do but keep my head down and keep riding as hard as I could. I tried passing a rider only to pick up a piece of bark that gets wedged between my brakes and rim forcing me to stop to pick it out. More time lost. Less zip in the legs. I probably had a crash or two in there as well but all I can remember is that I sucked and my back hurt. 9th place that day – NOT HAPPY. But, it’s cycling and you win some, you lose some.

This past weekend in Boulder went a bit smoother for me, or more consistent I should say. Two 4th places – that makes four 4ths in 6 races. Something has to change…and SOON I hope!

But, more on the Boulder races later. Now it’s time for a ride in the warm sunshine. Who woulda thought we’d go from 15 inches of snow last week to 70’s this week?! Ahhh, such is life in Colorado.

Happy riding!

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Well, well, well. I was home less than a week from my month long trip to Europe when I was already back on a plane for another bike race. BUT, this wasn’t just any bike race, this was cyclocross. On the east coast to boot. I haven’t been part of the cross scene for very long but from what I understand nothing beats the New England scene (except for maybe the Euro scene where the spectators arrive in droves decked out in full regalia to support their most beloved cross racer). So, it was with much anticipation and excitement that I headed to Providence to kick off my first weekend of cross. Oh, I was full of anxiety, too, at not knowing exactly where my cross fitness and skills fell in relation to the rest of the women’s field. Having only been on my cross bikes a couple times before packing them up, technically I figured I’d probably be off the back. On the other hand, having just returned from racing in Europe, I figured my fitness would be ok as long as I wasn’t too tired.

On Friday Chance, Nick, Justin and I try riding the course but with the Interbike show going on it was too difficult to tell exactly where the course was going to be laid out. Instead we meandered through the local neighborhoods to get in some ride time and stretch the legs a little bit. Thing is, riding with those guys only made me more anxious as I watched them jump curbs and ditches, bunny hop logs and eventually cars, ride wheelies down an entire block and right up to their rooms at the hotel. Ok, I might be exaggerating a little bit but for someone like me who has to put a foot down just to get my front wheel up on the curb it all looks pretty spectacular to me. And it only reinforces the fact that my skills are, let’s say, in need of a lot of work. Just try riding with Nick sometime – that kid is all over the place. He never rides in a straight line and you never know when he might shoot off to nail some sick trick in between moving cars on a busy highway.

Anyway, on day 1 I line up DFL. Yep, no points for me so back of the line, please. It took me a few laps to weave my way through the mass of women in front of me but eventually I found myself making up ground and then finally tagging Amy Dombroski who was riding in 3rd. Katerina was off the front riding in her world, Mary was riding in 2nd in her own little sphere, and then Amy and I were duking it out for 3rd. My mistake was that I didn’t put my head down and keep the pace high. In my mind I kept thinking that I shouldn’t waste all of my energy so that I had something left for the finish since Amy was just sitting on my wheel. Instead I rode comfortably, therefore letting Amy ride comfortably, and then she jumped me and I couldn’t respond anyway. I finished 4th, one spot off the podium. Ok, not bad for my first race of the season but still…

Day 2 I get to line up on row 3. Not a bad start position, but boy did I have a bad start. Just watch this clip (I’m in white on the left side) of me just about eating shit when I slip off the pedal trying to clip in. Well, nothing left to do but try to ride through as many people as I can until once again I find myself chasing Amy D. This time I can’t quite catch her. I was just about 6 seconds back but I couldn’t close the door. One more lap and maybe, MAYBE, I would have caught the little munchkin. Damn her again for taking the last podium spot, again. Eh, two 4th places on my first weekend out – I’ll take them. Hopefully things only get better.

I tried to test my mettle (try being the key word here) on Sunday against the likes of Alison Dunlap at a race in Golden, but it turns out I wasn’t meant to be on a bike that day. I should have known when I pinned my number on the wrong side of my skinsuit that things weren’t going to go my way. Then I realized I brought the wrong shoes – the ones WITHOUT cleats on them. Alright, crisis averted when Clint, a generous guy with a handful of kids, hands over a brand new pair of cleats. That’s 2 mishaps. Third one occurs when I go to put my race wheels on and find that I’ve brought TWO REAR wheels. Ok, not that big of a deal – I just have to race on my front training wheel instead. Well, here’s the 4th and final kicker…I flat the one and only front wheel I have before the end of lap 1. Had I actually spoken to someone about using a spare front before the race I could have averted this last crisis, but instead I stood there in the pit, with the most pathetic look on my face I’m sure, waiting for someone to come running over with a spare to miraculously save the day and that just didn’t happen. I had nothing but a hacking cough to show for it. Done. Day over. Adios. Took my dogs to the dog park and then went home. Boo hoo. Good thing I can laugh at myself now.

Ahh, but the weekend wasn’t a total bust. If you live in Northern Colorado, you must ride Soapstone Prairie. It’s a new park north of the Fort Collins that offers miles and miles of trails for horseback riding, hiking and mtn biking. On Saturday, we were riding under a cloudless, brilliant blue sky and perfect cycling temperatures. The trails are not technical but instead you do a lot of pedaling most of the time. That’s not a bad thing if that’s what you’re looking for. Plus, it gives you time to stop and look around, which you’ll want to do plenty because the views are amazing. You get a portrait of prairie land (go figure) with mountain peaks poking through the plains to the west and prairie land that never stops to the east. Right now the snow capped peaks are quite stunning as they tower above the high desert flora.

Now I’m waiting until Friday when I head east again for the USGP Derby City Cup in Lousiville, KY. Will we have mud or not?

Til next time…

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Here it is, the quick low down on Switzerland…

First stop was the World Championships in Mendrisio, which is situated in the Italian part of Switzerland called Ticino, for the U23, women’s and men’s races on Saturday and Sunday. Unfortunate luck struck us several times during the women’s race leaving the team without a podium spot in the end but that’s bike racing. The next day, a beautiful, sunny Sunday, Ben and I snaked our way through the swelling, raucous crowd lining the course until we found a comfy spot in a grassy field among hundreds of other cycling fanatics to watch the men’s race. Each lap we would watch the action unfold on the big screen except for the 30 exhilarating seconds when the race would roll right by our spot. We were so close we could have touched someone. Wow. For those 30 seconds we’d rush over to the road so that we could see the sweat in their eyes and the fatigue in their legs as they crested the first climb. Then it was back to the big screen until the next time the Tissot lead car would come through to alert us that the race was coming. Back and forth, back and forth for 7 hours. Actually, I think I took a nap in there someone. It didn’t really get too exciting until the last several laps when a solid break finally formed. The Spanish pushed the pace, Cancellara rode like a madman, but it was Cadel who raced the smartest. Of course the Swiss fans wanted to see “Spartacus” win but it was pretty cool to see them applauding Cadel for his audacious solo attack that brought him rainbow glory.

Next stop, Lausanne. 4 hours, a 17km tunnel, and a 50 dollar road side dinner later we pulled into our friends’ house in Lausanne (Blonay to be exact) and went straight to bed. In the morning we woke up to fresh bread and croissants from the bakery down the street – something I dearly miss in the US – which I sinfully loaded up with a mixture of butter and syrupy stuff (it’s the off season so why not?!) and called it good. The first stop on our tour of the Fribourg area was the village of Gruyere, as in the mmmmm so tasty, melt in your mouth Gruyere cheese that we tasted. This one street village’s most boastful attraction is a chateau that sits lavishly on a crag overlooking the photogenic hillsides and crags that surround it. It is also home to the H.R. Giger Museum, creator of the ugly creatures and special effects in the movie “Alien”. Absolutely beautiful.

Chateau D’Oex was our next stop. This quaint ski village plays host to “Balloon Week” each year and it is where you will find the Breitling Orbiter 3, the first hot air balloon to circumnavigate the earth.

Last stop for the day was the UCI headquarters in Aigle, a hop, skip and jump away from our host house in Blonay. When we walked in I immediately bumped into someone I knew who was there training on the track with the Irish national team. Small world. It was cool to see all the paraphernalia that decorated the walls and the track records that were written on the chalkboard such as Sarah Ulmer’s world record and gold medal pursuit time from the Athens Olympics. Butting up to the back of the building is the Rhone River and just next to that is the BMX track with its terrifyingly steep ramp and whoopty doos. Yeah, it wouldn’t be a bad place to work…at least for the scenery.

Day 2 in Lausanne – Swiss Anti-doping Lab, Olympic Museum, wine tasting, and fondue. Norbert, our host, works for the Swiss Anti-doping lab so we got a guided tour through the high security labs that test a large majority of the blood and urine that is taken from athletes around the world and across all sports. Norbert opened one fridge and bam, there were the samples from the 2009 Tour de France. Another fridge and bam, samples from Athens and Beijing Olympics. And the US National Team samples were there somewhere as well since we had just been visited by the vampires the day before Worlds. Lots of work goes into making sure athletes keep their bodies clean in and out of competition.

The Olympic Museum was our next stop. Lots of nostalgia there, obviously – enough to spend all day reading through the various records, perusing the different exhibits from each host city, watching videos on the Olympic spirit, and checking out the clothes, shoes, and equipment donated by athletes over the years from the summer and winter games. Definitely worth a visit if you find yourself in Lausanne.

Next – wine tasting. Not many people know much about Swiss wine because only 1-2% of it is exported, but it is certainly not for lack of it or its quality. In this area there are vineyards covering many of the mountainsides, terraced along the slopes from top to bottom. Helicopters fly in to carry out the buckets that are loaded with grapes (it was harvest time while we were there) because it is impossibly difficult to get them out any other way. You know, I’ve seen many of the ubiquitous vineyards that cover the landscapes in Italy and France but the ones in Switzerland are a different breed. The way they are situated along the steep slopes of the Alps is something special, a visual that you just don’t get in the other countries. The wine we tasted was ok but my palate is more accustomed to “new world” wines that have a bolder, bigger taste. Of course, that doesn’t mean we didn’t take several bottles home with us.

And last but not least – fondue. Yuuuummmmy! I’ll just say I don’t think I can do The Melting Pot again. Not after having the real deal. The fondue we had was half and half – half Gruyere and half vacherin. Deeelicious! Typically fondue is eaten with cubes of bread but occasionally it is also eaten with potatoes, which we also had and which was my favorite way to dip deep into the gooey cheese. Potatoes covered in rich, melted cheese? Yes please.

On our last day in Switzerland we made a stop in Zurich to see another friend who had migrated there from the US to study. Robby took us on a quick walking tour of the city, which I didn’t find to be incredibly remarkable. More or less it was just another big city, albeit one with A LOT of money. Banks, banks and more banks. Suits everywhere. Expensive stores lined the streets, the kind that wouldn’t even let someone of my “status” through the doors. You think the scene from “Pretty Woman” where Julia Roberts gets scoffed at in a store on Rodeo Dr isn’t real? Oh, I believe in Zurich it would have been very real. Don’t get me wrong, the old architecture and history of the city are cool to see but the expensive taste was just out of my league.

With that being said, the cost of EVERYTHING in Switzerland is out of my league. Right now the US dollar and the Swiss franc are about 1:1 but the price of everything there is at least double of what you’d pay in the US. 3 days in Switzerland was almost long enough to break the bank. It definitely burned a hole in our pockets. Yet, the county is amazingly beautiful. It is a necessary stop, if only for a day, or at the very least worthy of a drive through if your money tree hasn’t bloomed yet.

Finally, after 1 month in Europe it was time to go home. From beginning to end it was a fantastic trip but 1 month is a very long time on the road. Funny thing is, I was home for less than a week before packing my bags again. It’s cross season, baby!!!

By the way, if you have ever wondered, like me, why Switzerland uses the letters CH for its country abbreviation, it is because it stands for Confederation Helvetica – its name in Latin. I suppose to appease the French, German, Italian and Romansh speaking people that populate the country, the best way to maintain neutrality is to use Latin.

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