Repeating as Canadian Champion required some hard sweat equity as mother nature added some new challenges to last year’s course around Buntzen Lake in Port Moody, BC, just outside of Vancouver. In addition, the Xterra Canada crew changed the run, making it much longer and much more hilly, and some really cold water to swim in made this race the perfect last race as I prepare for the US Championships at Lake Tahoe in 2 weeks… Continue reading “Repeat at the Xterra Canada Championships!”
Despite the title of this report, the West Championships Xterra was again a battle between Jamie Whitmore and I, but a very unfriendly non-gentleman decided to put himself between us during the bike segment of the race, and then personally attack me after the race, so this story has a bit of spice. Jamie won the Big Bear Xterra this year again, and as much as I freaking HATE second, I did do well having had a solid race winning the bike prime and putting up a fight until about the last 3.5 miles of the race, so I feel like things are right on track for the last two races of the season. This was a good race, so read on to get the story….
This past weekend I chose to go to Boulder, Colorado, to do the Boulder Peak race as a little altitude tune up to get ready to race Big Bear on the 15th of this month. This was my second foray into altitude racing this season… the first being the Epic of Keystone. This race didn’t have the happy ending that my suffering at the Xterra had. I had no power, no gas, and no dignity as I rode around slow as molasses, and then got my shirt torn off by the wind currents created by the age groupers running past me, seemingly like gazelles since I was going so amazingly slow. It was a VERY tough day at the office. Continue reading “Boulder Peak and Mel Face Off”
So in our continuing adventure, one hour from crossing the line at mountainbike nationals, Melanie is in a Ford Tahoe cruising at max speed toward Quebec regional airport on her next installment of the weekend’s itinerary ? the US Central Xterra Championships in Keystone, Colorado.
My coach, Houshang, deposited me at Departures with plenty of time to get a boarding pass, be frisked for a fork at Security, and hop on my turboprop jalopy headed for Montreal. Then I would pass Customs and jump on another turboprop jalopy headed for Chicago, this time two hours of legs by my ears. After about an hour layover, I was finally seated on a packed 737 on my way to Denver, my final stop…
I flew into Mont Saint Anne, Quebec for the 2004 Canadian mountain bike nationals and was greeted by pouring rain. Ontario and Quebec had been pummeled by rain and certain areas even needed to declare a state of emergency because of such heavy rain and flooding. This meant we were looking at a wet race, on slick, slippery and technical trails….. Continue reading “Part 1: Mel Muddles Through Mountain Bike Nationals”
OH NO Canada!
Canada’s 137th birthday and the 2004 Calgary World Cup are now said and done, and I was somewhat a part of both. I was flying to Calgary on the 1st of July, happy to be seeing my Ford Cycling teammate Dara Marks-Marino for the first time in a LONG time (both of us have been racing crazy, but in different countries!), and actually, it has been a while since I have been to Calgary. The race was held at the Calgary Olympic Park, so cross country and downhill mountainbiking in the shadow of the huge ski jumps from the Olympics. Kinda cool, I have only raced in Canmore in the past so this was all good for me. I like the course too, a good combination of power climbing and riding with some fun twisty singletrack. The down side is there is, like, NO passing, for a long ways. Start was critical…
Melanie’s Personal Score: 1 triathlon – 1 Victory!
Always nice to kick off the season with a win, and although I was concerned that this one was going to be hard going, the legs came around in the crunch and carried me in for a solid winning race!
This race is cool because it is right in the middle of a metropolitan area, Richmond, Virginia, so lots of spectators and lots and lots of participants… like 2000 for all the events on the weekend. It is really quite cool…….
Ah, back to the land of paranoid customs officers and the joy of starbucks, my first trip to Washington and the weather is thus far cooperating, even if my customs guy really was not… I did get into the country but not without a lot of exhausting interrogation and form filling. I holed up in a coma for 10 hours to recover, and now sit in the coffee shop planning my next steps. With the flag flying half mast as a reminder of the loss of one of America’s presidents, my heart was still happy to be back in North America, even if it is only my part time home I was returning to……
If you have to travel away from friends and family on your birthday weekend, there are certainly worse places than Sonoma, California to do so… and even though my birthday is actually tomorrow, Monday is not a good birthday day, so I considered the weekend the actual days for celebration. The race we were competing in did have some moments worth celebrating, and I was lucky to have some friends come in to do some birthday type celebrating as well in the midst of all the racing, so it was pretty good all round. To top it off, the race was earlier than expected so I am writing this report from the Air Canada lounge in Vancouver…. I managed to compress my weekend away to about 48 hours which is pretty awesome for travelling across the border… but I digress……
I guess it is a matter of opinion on whether a report is better late than never, but I have a story to tell so I am going to let you in on it whether you care at this late date what happened at Tour of the Gila, or whether you are so over that race. Those that got enough on cyclingnews.com, seeya, those that want to find out what REALLY happened, here’s my version.
Silver City is a tiny mining town in the middle of a hundred miles from nowhere and we stayed in a little town about 7miles from there called Pinos Altos. 7080 feet on top of spaghetti, this little gold rush town is quaint with a capital R for rustic. We were welcomed by the family that runs a little place called the Bear Creek Cabins for about the 8th year running…. this area was once stomping ground for Canadian training camp. This year we just came in to bust ass at the Tour of the Gila, a race known for very unforgiving courses, altitude, and beautiful scenery.
So to the race, we started with the time trial. I think it was around 17 miles of climb over a mountain pass into a headwind, descend down and then turn around and climb back up it, then throw it in your biggest gear and haul ass downhill with a tailwind to the finish. Fast chicks did it in just under 42 minutes, I did it in just over 43 minutes. Probably looking into a 56 for the time trial bike….53 was a tad slow. But the highlight of the day was testing out my super cool, orangerific time trial bike recently gifted to me by K2… my first time trial bike ever! The boys at Tommy O bikes in Phoenix had pimped it out for me the week before so it was all new bike action the day of the race and that made it fun. I wasn’t too fast, but I sure felt fast. Thanks go to Ian Abbott and Rob Hasagawa from Cedar Hill for outfitting the aero wheels, which are the next item on Melanie’s never ending bike component wish list. Busted out an 11th which is pretty good for a mountainbike girl sucking air through a straw on the first few days at altitude, and called it a day.
The next day was not good, at all. We rode from Silver City up to the top of Mogillon Pass, 71 miles or something of wind and mayhem topped off with a mega climb up to what felt like 37,000 feet. I was having issues at altitude and just the cross wind gutter action as the peloton motored to the mountain was almost enough to crack me, but turning the corner into a headwind looking at a 15km climb finished me off. I just sucked the second stage, lost like 10 minutes and went home with my tail between my legs.l
Stage 3 was a bit better, 77 miles of Inner Loop fun in a big circle up to Pinos Altos and along a beautiful road ending up back in Silver City. The climb to Pinos Altos was very civilized, not very hard a pace, then we descended like banshees into Lake Roberts (at one point me and 7 others had a cool little group of kamikazes that decided to maybe go fast downhill and see if we can keep the others away, but they caught us along the flats). The race really got hard in some of the last climbs within the last 20kms of the finish, tornado winds were mostly the reason, lots of attacks guttering us was the other, but I stayed with the lead group which was whittled to around 18 or so, and even without feeling great, some power was coming back to the system
Stage 4 was the criterium and it was a way different story from last year… I could attack. Yay! So right off the gun I tried setting a hard pace, attacked, got away, got caught, my teammate Dara attacked, got away with 2, I blocked, she cruised out front to take a prime and ride away for awhile, their group got caught, so then I sprinted for a prime and got a massive gap. I was joined by six others and then our break proceeded to put some massive real estate on the bunch. Won another prime, then started trying to imagine how to win the race, had a race plan, went into the last lap and got all jumbled up with other race plans, made a dumb move and was outsprinted by like, everyone, and ended up fifth. So much for all the fire power in starting breaks, dumb mountainbiker, but I learned a lot in that race so it was all good.
Anyway, so last day. 71 miles around the Inner Loop in the other direction. A break went really early and noone cared. So as we were meandering along I was super bored and was just about to start attacking just to get some training in and Andrea Hannos went right beside me, so I jumped with her, started busting ass with her right away, we were joined by three others and boom, a break is born. A good one too, as none of us were too high in the GC.. This one stuck, most of us worked, a hard day of hammering along the flats to be greeted by the fun climb we had so much fun careening down the other day. Three of us worked hard on the climb so we lost a couple, caught the first break, and the the decisive move was made by Kim Anderson. She was too fast for me as I was being crushed at 8000 feet, and so I just stayed with my little group of four trying to not have to pedal very hard since I was on the rivets already. Then my group became very unfriendly as they RACED, dammit! So I just held on as long as I could, until the last 500m (which is uphill because the whole last mile is climbing to the finish). At that point I knew even if I completely cracked it was all downhill to my hotel room so I would be all right, and I pulled in a 7th.
So some good riding at the end of the week, some really crap at the beginning, and an 18th overall despite the meltdown on Thursday. Tour of the Gila all over, I have some dope legs to take with me to Sonoma and Europe, and the race was so hard I was further chiseled by calorie deficit. Went back to my spring training base in Phoenix to do some last laps in the pool (okay, okay, I lay in a chair beside the pool and thought about doing laps….) and to say goodbye to my wicked hosts Jerry and Erin, and with a twinge of regret knowing I am done with Arizona, which has been my training base and home away from home since March. But they just served us vanilla ice cream on this flight so I am over it already!
Thanks so much go to my support people. Most importantly to my coach Houshang Amiri of the Pacificsport National Cycling Center. I would also like to thank Ford Motor Company, Ford Cycling (www.quickrelease.com), K2 Bicycles, Saucony, Maxxis, Compex, Sundog Eyewear, Shimano, Giro, Powerbar, Descente, Rider’s Cycles, Arq Salon, Pacificsport, and Deuter. Ian Abbott, our massage therapist, thanks for coaxing some power out of very tired legs, TommyO, thanks for the mechanical hookup and the friendly group to ride with, and again to Jerry and Erin, look forward to seeing you guys again soon!
Next stop Sonoma…….some NORBA action to tune up for the big World Cup campaign in Europe…Rice A Roni, anyone?