Collegiate Track Nationals: Day 3

After having Friday night off, I was ready to head back to the track Saturday morning for my strongest event: the one kilometer time trial. There we 42 heats, 84 riders contesting the time trial for the men. I was scheduled in heat number 35 paired against the rider from Colorado State that beat me in the 1/8 final of the sprint tournament. Thanks to Jeff Hopkins and the Marian University Cycling team, I had a place and some rollers to warm-up on. Warming up for an all out event that only takes a minute and some change is very important, so I was very grateful for the Marian generosity.

My previous time for the only kilo time trial I've ever done was a 1:10.088, less than one second off that track's record. So as I lined up for my second ever kilo, this time on the national championship stage, some might say my goals of making the the podium were rather lofty. I wanted to go sub 1:08; what it would take to get on the podium compared to last year's times. I knew I could do it. I knew I had improved quite a bit since that first run. I knew I would rise to the occasion of this event. A PR was on the way. I felt like I started strong; time splits afterwards would show I had the slowest first lap of all the top 5 guys though. I kept pressing on for the full 3 laps. I could hear mumbles from the announcer saying some stuff about the current first place. I also heard him announce my competitor's time before I hit the line. I had lost to him, a sinking feeling. But after I cooled down a bit and could breath, I found out we had just set the new fastest times. The Colorado State rider finished in 1:06.6 in first place and myself at 1:06.98 in second place. Seven heats to go to find out if I would be in the top five, make the podium, and bring home a medal.

A few more heats passed and no changes in the top standings. Then I got bumped by two riders. I was in 4th place with one heat, two riders to go. One rider was Baranoski, reigning national champion, so I knew he would beat my time. My fate rested on the time of Marian rider Barrett. I waited, extremely anxious as the announcer came over the PA system with time splits. I was looking good at the halfway mark. However, as both riders hit the line, they both beat my time. I got bumped off the podium on that last heat. I would finish 6th place in the kilo, just barely missing a medal.

Kilo Results

By this point, I was pretty beat. I had struggled with motivation and burn out before heading into nationals and after the disappointing start and then the hard to swallow podium miss in my strongest event, I was pretty toast. Next up were the qualifying scratch heats. Top 9 riders in each of the 3 heats advanced to the major final, the next 8 riders in each heat advanced to the minor final to race for 28th place. The race was fast and mimicked a points race more than a scratch race. I found myself in the front more than I wanted so I wasn't prepared to respond to the attacks when they started going off the front. I found myself pretty far down with maybe 8 laps left to go. I kept pedaling, but without much vigor. Maybe 3 laps to go, the field had slowed down and I could see the bunch together maybe 100 meters in front of me. I thought about it, but couldn't really muster it to close the gap. Even if I had, I would have used so much energy to get there, I wouldn't have been able to sprint for any position (at least that's what I told myself). I kept it together and finished in 17th place, good enough to make the minor final.

After doing the math, I found out I would have to finish 13th or better in the minor final to better my overall omnium points: currently I was in 10th place for the overall. Most of the riders right around me were in the major final, so they would be scoring more points than me. It would be very difficult to make any advances or to even maintain my 10th place standing in the overall. After much consideration and talking to other mentors, I decided to bag the race and call it a weekend. I finished 15th in the overall omnium. I would now have time to pack up my bike, stop by the Olympic Training Center, and go to the Air Force v. Wyoming football game that night at the Air Force Academy. The scratch race would have been good experience, but I wasn't sure if I would have the legs or the proper mental state to be up in the mix to make it worthwhile anyway. So, I had fun at the Air Force football game with a former UTC PT graduate and her friends. I got to meet some cool people and people I will probably be networking with in the future. I think it was the right decision. (All Results)

Olympic Training Center

Air Force v Wyoming game

Overall, I got in a good mix of Colorado vacationing and track racing. I gained some valuable experience and was able to see what the next level looks like. I got to visit a few PT clinics and give my resume to some potential employers. I met up with a PT friend and confirmed the feasibility of packing up and moving to Colorado after graduation. While my performance was not what I was expecting, overall it was a great experience. Something I will remember forever.

Thank you to all the people who have helped me along the way this year. Every bit helps for the student athlete without many resources or experiences. Without any one particular person, I wouldn't have made it as far as I did.
Thanks to: Eddie and Melanie Robbins, Wayne Whitesides, Fran Rudy, Jeff Hopkins, Michael Barman, Joe Marshall, Jamie Ingalls, Andy Sweet, Bob Gentile, Brittany Phelps, Kirk and Kelly Shaffer, UTC & UTC Cycling, Lacy Bobo, and Becca Mabius.

I look forward to the things to come.

Collegiate Track Nationals: Days 1 and 2

DAY: 1
The sinus congestion continued into race day; however, I didn't think it would hinder me too much since most of the events are anaerobic. It sure wasn't going to stop me from trying.

Storm moving in over Pike's Peak.

We (My mom and grandmother drove out to Colorado to watch the races and make a vacation out of it. It was really great having them there with me and to support me.) got to the velodrome in good time Thursday morning so I had plenty of warm-up for the flying 200 meter time trial. The flying 200 is used to seed riders in the sprint tournament and not technically a race in itself. The top 18 riders would advance to the sprint tournament and the other 40 or so riders were eliminated. I had ambitions of going sub 11 seconds. My PR at Dick Lane in Atlanta was an 11.65s and my PR at Giordana in Rock Hill was an 11.55s. I ran an 11.48s good enough for 13th place and into the tournament. But, I was disappointed. I ran it terribly. I think I had so much speed down the home stretch (with a tailwind) that when I went to stand in between corners 1 & 2, there wasn't enough resistance to push against. The bike started wobbling and I didn't feel like I had control. I had to sit back down. Then I really screwed it when I tried to stand again as I came out of corner 2 and into the wind. Still no more power or leg speed. I completed it feeling pretty frustrated and like I had really blown my chance. I would now be starting in the bottom of the sprinters bracket which meant I would be facing stronger, faster guys earlier in the tournament than I had planned. Oh well, at least I made it.

Sprint round one was that morning too. I was facing a guy from MIT. Thankfully, I had a friend in Marian Team Mechanic and Dick Lane Velodrome manager Jeff Hopkins who came over and gave me a few pointers for racing this guy. While it didn't end up actually playing out as described, I still really appreciated the advice and would return many times to ask Jeff for advice or help. He was a great asset for me being out there by myself.

Anyway, I started from the back in the first sprint so I could see what my opponent was doing. He jumped coming out of corner 4 into the bell lap. I responded with a reduced jump and got into the slip steam on the home stretch. Rounding out of corner two, I turned on the speed and started running up on him for a nice clean pass on the back straight. I dropped into the lane in corner 3 and carried it on around to the finish line. I had won my round one match! I was very pleased with how that race went. It was a textbook run up and pass. It felt good.

During the break between morning and evening sessions, we went to tour the Garden of the Gods at the base of the mountains. It was a pretty cool attraction, but my mind was still primarily on the racing.

I got back for the evening session prepared to race a guy from Colorado State for the 1/8 final. I was told this rider would be a more pure sprinter with lots of tactical games compared to my first round guy. I got to start from the back again. We starred at each other for the entire first 1.25 laps and then I started to try and run up on him as we both accelerated down the back straight. I was beside him as we headed into turn 3. Midway between turn 3 and 4, he moved up track with both wheels crossing over the red line, the sprinter's lane. I had to dart further up track and lost more ground. He carried it away on the home stretch for the win. I appealed to the head judge for the illegal move of coming out of the sprinter's lane once the sprint had been engaged. The judge said he definitely saw it, but he didn't feel like it changed the outcome of the race. I lost.

So next I was to race in the 1/8 rep which is a 3 person race giving the winner a pass back into the tournament for the quarter finals later that night. The two losers in each rep would go to the 9-12 finals later that night. I tried my same move pretty much on the back straight and easily made it around the first guy, but coming around two guys in 200 meters and travelling further distance by riding high in the corner proved too much for me to accomplish. I finished second in the rep and would be going to the 9-12 finals.

A 4 person match sprint, even the 3 person match sprint, is something I have never done before and the tactics are very different from the standard two person sprint. The 4 up 9-12 finals was a fast race from the start as I was expecting. It almost became two races within the race. One rider from Air Force was trying to pin me up high while the other two guys were racing each other in the sprinter's lane. I finally backed off in corner 3 on the first lap so I could drop behind the air force guy. Heading into corner one, I decided I had to go. About that same time the 2nd rider also pulled out and made an attack. I was coming from the back and had to move over the top of all the riders. I quickly got around the Air Force rider and the rider who had been leading the whole time in the sprinter's lane, but the lead rider had a decent gap from his acceleration out of the draft. He went on to take 9th place and I held on strong to the finish line to edge out the Air Force guy for 10th place in the match sprint tournament. Definitely not how I expected the whole thing to go down and really wish I could get another shot at it. Oh well, so it goes. I definitely learned some things though, so that's always good.

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DAY 2:
Since I was out of the sprint tournament and wasn't racing the points race, I only had one race on Friday and it was the individual pursuit. It's a solo time trial race around the track for 12 laps or 4 kilometers as fast as you can go starting from standing still. I didn't have high expectations for my finish in this event, but definitely wanted to set a nice PR. While I did set a PR of 5:18, it wasn't nearly as fast as I was expecting to go. Looking back at the splits, I had a perfectly mirrored race. My kilometer times were: 1:13, 1:22, 1:22, 1:13. My first and 4th kilometer times of 1:13 were the 4th fastest times on the day. My middle two kilometers are what killed me though. I guess I took it too easy on those fearing burnout in the last few laps of the race. Should have turned it up sooner, but the burning in my hamstrings and glutes were telling me not to. I don't think I had been that low and flexed on the bike since I raced the state championship track event.

My time put me in 41st place for the pursuit which meant I still scored some points. Since the pursuit counts as an endurance event, I know had scored points in both a sprint event and an endurance event which qualifies me for the overall individual omnium. By the end of the day Saturday I was in 18th place for the overall.

Collegiate Track Nationals: Getting There

As soon as I got through the security at the airport in Chattanooga, I got a voicemail and an email telling me my original flight had been cancelled/delayed 50 minutes. My original layover in Atlanta was only supposed to be 45 minutes. I called Delta and spoke with their rep. My scheduled flight from Atlanta to Denver at 7:15 was the last one for the night. He told me I could chance it, or wait and start again Wednesday morning. I decided to chance it. We ended up boarding in Chattanooga at 5:50, only 15 minutes later than the original departure time. But then we had to sit on the plane for 25 minutes before we finally took off around 6:25. The scheduled landing time was 7:08 in terminal D. My Denver flight was leaving terminal A at 7:15. We got to the gate in Atlanta at 6:55. I was off and running by 7:00. I haven't ran in a long time, and when you throw jeans and a big bag in each hand into the mix, it became fairly difficult. I was feeling the soreness in my anterior shins from that run for the next 3 days. My gate was at the very end of the A terminal too, but as I turned that corner, the door was still open and the attendant was still accepting passengers. I had made it! That was all I was asking for since I had found out about the initial delay. I was happy.

However, the good vibes started fading. My recent sinus issues continued to grow as the plane climbed higher. I was getting a very intense sinus headache and couldn't breath out of my nose: something that had started when I woke up Sunday morning. I landed in Denver with no relief. I proceeded to baggage claim to get my stuff. You know what happened next. My bag didn't make it. I knew it was a possibility so I wasn't too upset when I found out they would just deliver it to me the next day in Colorado Springs. I had packed all the things I needed to ride in either my carry-on or my bike box that had been shipped prior. I would just go without vitamins, underwear, shorts, and shirts for the first day. I was fine with that until the next morning when I was building my bike in the garage and I remembered that I mistakenly put my saddle in that checked bag. Crap! No riding for me until the airline got around to delivering my bag on Wednesday. I had wanted to get to open track when it first started at noon so I could hopefully have more space and avoid the crashes I've heard about on warm-up days. That wouldn't be happening. The scheduled delivery of my bag no later than 4:30 showed up around 7:15 Wednesday night. Thankfully, I had heard from a friend that I could borrow a saddle from the rental bikes at the track. So, I ended up getting my ride time in anyway even if the saddle height was way off.

As I was about to wrap it up on the track on Wednesday, I noticed Matt Baranoski had just started riding. I sped back up to ride along side him. (Baranoski is the two time reigning national champion in the elite and collegiate divisions for both the kilo time trial and the match sprint. He also won the keirin and team sprint national titles a few weeks ago.) We got to chat while we cruised for about 25 laps around the track. He even took me through a run of the 200 meter line on the track. Pretty cool time.

I had my numbers pinned to my new custom VOmax skinsuit and my gear bag packed and ready for racing to start the next morning. Flying 200 meter time trials were up first.

View of Pike's Peak from the backyard of where I was staying.

Race Report: Velodrome Cup Pro Race Series

This past weekend was the last of the Pro Race Series at the Dick Lane Velodrome in Atlanta. I’ve enjoyed my time down there this year getting to know some really good people and learning to rail 180° turns at over 40mph. I’ve come a long way since that cold and snowy day in March when I completed my beginner track class, but I still have a lot to learn on the track.

I was fortunate enough to get upgraded to the A category for this last Pro Race which meant I got to mix it up with the big boys. (And race for big money) I wasn’t good enough to make the final podium, but I did manage to grab wins in both the 3 lap time trial and the flying 1 lap time trial. I was pleased with my times on these events as they were both PRs. The flying 1 lap time actually made the track record at 19.376s. Another plus of these results was that they let me see where I am physically going into collegiate nationals next week. I think I’m right on schedule.

I had picked out a few of the 8 races I would really try to score points in and just considered the other races as survival events, trying not to go down the rankings too far. Those targeted events (except for the timed events) didn’t exactly unfold as planned, but that’s what happens when some really fast guys show up. I knew Thomas Brown would be hard to handle, but I was thoroughly surprised and impressed by the riding of Brody Hartley who ended up winning the overall. He sure has learned and developed a lot from his time spent at T-Town this summer.

Final Podium: Brody Hartley, Thomas Brown, Steve Carrell

Standings going into the last race of the night. 

The afternoon session included the 3 lap Merckx TT (1^st), a 30 lap Split-Scratch (7^th), and a 60 lap Points Race (9^th). The evening session, or ‘main event’ with rider introductions, included the flying 1 lap (1^st), a 20 lap Reverse Snowball (3^rd), a Miss-n-Out (9^th), a Win-n-Out (5^th), and a 1 mile Scratch Race (7^th). The Points Race and the Miss-n-Out are the bane of my existence so I wasn’t expecting much there. I was expecting a little better in the Win-n-Out and the Scratch Race, but by that time of the night, my legs were pretty toast. I had already pretty much locked in my omnium position so there wasn’t much left to fight for. With those results I finished 4th in the omnium giving me my biggest cycling pay day to date.

Overall, it was a great time and fun day at the track that finished with a night out in Midtown Atlanta with some of the GA Tech boys. What a night. None of this possible without the help of Wayne Whitesides, Nathaniel Rowe, and Christian DiCenso. Thanks Guys.

I have 4 more races left this year. I registered for them today, shipped my bike out yesterday, leave for Colorado on Tuesday, and start racing one week from today. Time to finish strong. 

(Here's the link to an awesome video from the races Saturday: here)

I made the program!

Poor guy separated his shoulder

Waiting at the boards

Rider Introduction

Race Report: State Championship Criterium

Boom goes the dynamite! It was a blast surging up that final hill, braking into the final corner, jumping out of the final corner, kicking one more time, then sitting up to exclaim my excitement for winning the race I've been trying to win for two years. Winning State Crit was one of my goals from 2012. Unfortunately, I was hit by a car in June of 2012 and had to watch the State Crit in Cookeville from the sidelines as I stood in a knee immobilizer and on crutches. That day I watched Will Montgomery win the Cat 4 State Crit and Alan Rothrock win the Cat 3 State Crit. This past Sunday in Murfreesboro, I beat both of them to win my first State Crit Championship in the Cat 3's: my first Cat 3 race.

This is how it went down:

The latest forecast was calling for isolated thunderstorms late in the afternoon around Murfreesboro, like after 3pm. My race was at 12:40. However, about 20 miles from the exit, I ran into a hard downpour of rain. Once I showed up to the race, the course was drenched. I was told stories of the master's riders that started crashing hard as soon as the rain began in their race. Not what I was looking forward to. Knowing my braking is less than optimal with my carbon wheels and that I appreciate them too much to crash them and break them in this race, I made the hard decision to pull the Zipp 404's off my bike, change out the brake pads, and put back on my clunky, aluminum training wheels with a balding and cracking rear tire. I warmed up on the trainer, did a short effort on the back road, one quick lap to see the course and the wet spots, and we were lined up ready to start racing.

Off the Start Line

Like most races go, before I knew it we were starting. And off went the first attack. A VW rider went off the front for about the first 3-4 laps. I stayed calm and just moved my way up the pack, knowing who I needed to watch for. More attacks came and usually hard surges up the back side hill. Feeling like I had been working a bit, I looked down to see how much time we had run off. We were only 10 minutes into the 50 minute race, crap.

Another lap around and another attack went up the hill. We were heading into the last corner, a 90 degree left turn to the finish 100 meters down the road. Well, Will shot up the inside to cut the corner, the line I was set up for. His rear wheel hit mine. I ripped my left foot out of the pedal ready to catch myself, my bike wobbled. I couldn't move out because another rider's rear wheel was also there. Our wheels ground together for several revolutions. Somehow I stayed up and safe. It wasn't intentional to me and he checked back to make sure I was okay after we were through the corner. It was still scary though.

More attacks went off the front, usually attacking from the back side hill leading to the finish line. I watched some go, but made sure I followed and chased all of them down that had the important people in it. I knew who had been winning this year in the cat 3's. I knew who was at the top of the leader board for the Best Area Rider (BAR) classification; the guys that needed to score points. When those guys went, I went. And I was right on every one of the attacks. It pushed me, but I was able to continually respond. I caught some flak later on for not pulling as much, but I feel I did a fair share. Plus, I wasn't racing for anyone else. I had no teammates. I was racing for me. If they wanted the field strung out, if they wanted to set something up, if they wanted to breakaway, then they were welcome to go ahead and do it. I would be right there on their wheel.

See, I did more than one lap on the front.

Matching Attacks

Things had been drying out since I got there and by the time my race started the course was essentially dry. By the halfway mark, I was telling myself, "Man, I really wish I would have put my Zipp's back on. I could be rolling so much faster." And right on cue, it started raining again. It rained hard for maybe 15 minutes. Sitting on wheels became irritating as the water was flung into your face from the rear wheel in front of you, hot from the pavement. The race slowed down, and I took things extra cautious through the corners letting gaps open around most of them. I made sure I stayed up front during all of this. I was determined to not go down. I was scared to go down. Thankfully, not as many attacks were going off the front, discouraged I guess from the rain and the imminent final sprint.

One rider attacked with 2 laps to go. Coming into the first corner of the course, I could hear riders hitting the deck as carbon bounced off the pavement behind me. I was extremely thankful for my top 5 positioning as the crashes were behind me and only bettered my chances at this point, not the first time this has happened this year.

Playing Games

Closing in on 1 lap to go, I could see the breakaway rider was slowing and shouldn't be a threat. Then somehow I got caught on the front of whatever remained of the field. I would be left to lead the field around the last lap of the race and make the final push to bring this breakaway rider in. I still took everything cautiously knowing the real "storm" was about to explode as we approached the backside hill for the last time. I came around the big sweeping 120' turn. I picked up some speed and began watching over my right shoulder as I was close to the left gutter. I heard something back to my left and looked around to see Will attacking up the left side. As he passed by me on the left, a big attack came from the right. It was time to go. I began accelerating knowing we were a long way from the line. For a few seconds both riders stayed in front of me. I worried...for a second. Then my pedals really began to turn. I was off. They dropped out of my periphery as I approached the final turn. I stopped pedaling well before the turn and braked through the first part of the corner, feeling no one close to me through the corner. Once I felt safe from the slick asphalt, I stood up to finish my sprint for the line. In that burst my rear wheel hopped over some pavement. I pushed on and laid down some power. I looked over my shoulder and was finally certain I had just won the race. I gave a Hulk salute to the crowd and screamed with excitement, hands up across the line.

Finishing Straight

"Roaring" Finish

With that win, I finalized the triple crown of cycling winning all three disciplines of cycling on the road: the State Championship time trial, road race, and criterium for 2013. Throw in the State Championship Cross Country race and the BAR Championship I have locked up in the Cat 4's and it's been a very good year for me knocking down several goals. I'm thrilled to be doing so well this year after such a big injury last year. Maybe that's what it took for me to focus down on one sport and get really determined to push myself and make something happen. I thank HUB Endurance and BRL Sports for keeping me equipped and fueled with all the top end products and services. You guys have been great.

Cat 3 State Crit Podium

Race Report: State Championship Road Race

Winning the State Championship Road Race didn't make my list of goals for 2013. It was not a key race for me. I considered it too hard of a course; one that did not suite my strengths, and actually preyed on my weaknesses. Well, first the venue changed and I thought I could place top 5. Next, I started racing really strongly and thought who knows. Then, the finish changed on the course; it would no longer be a hill top finish, but a slightly downhill to flat run into the line. Time to pony up, I thought. I wasn't promising myself anything, but I went in knowing what I needed to do to get to the finish with the lead group. The rest should work its way out.

All the cat 4 head's of state showed up Saturday morning for the 56 miles, 5 climbs + risers course through beautiful Avery Trace outside of Cookeville, TN. I knew who would be attacking early, who would push the pace on the climbs, who would threaten the sprint finish, and overall who I needed to stay with.

The race started out as I had predicted. We started the first climb and one of the junior riders attacked immediately. He was in a bend up the road maybe 6 riders ahead of me when he crashed. That's right, crashed going up the first climb. It appeared he was attacking with too much gusto, lifted his front wheel, the wheel came down a little sideways, and he went over the top (I later heard him say he pulled out of his pedal.) I couldn't help but laugh a little as I road past him (It was okay; he hopped right up and was getting back on the bike.).

That first climb did make me push a decent amount and even then I went back through the peloton a few positions. We descended and shortly after started climb #2. The same junior was back and ready for more. He attacked again and took two more guys with him, I think both juniors as well. We let them go knowing they wouldn't be able to hold it and our group could pull them back whenever we chose. This 2nd climb was a little easier for me as I stayed in the front. It wasn't long after I led the descent down the backside of climb #2 that we were onto climb #3. It's a little fuzzy in my memory, but I believe I stayed up there in the front again, because I'm pretty sure I led the charge down the backside and the first pull on the flats to try to bring in the junior breakaway guys. The rest of the group wasn't as set on bringing in the break yet, so after 2-3 pulls we just chilled and strolled along until we hit climb #4: the most important climb in my race book. We had caught 2 of the 3 breakaway guys, so only the eager junior attacker was still out front as we started climb #4.

Climb #4 started gradual and then picked up, and so did everyone else. I'm assuming the climbers and other top guys in the race all had the same idea: "Drop Matt on this climb." We hit it hard. I started to fade and watch several riders pass me. I could see the head's of state going up the road. That's when I ponied up. I said heck no. I kicked it and accelerated hard. I caught back on a wheel and stayed glued to it. Pleasantly the climb ended shortly after that. The field didn't let up though. They were playing it smart and knew that if they had made any gaps on me, they could capitalize and put me away with a big effort on top of this plateau, as the descent from this mountain would not come until 16 miles down the road. We were hauling on top of this mountain and I was hanging on to the last wheel in a group of guys strung out maybe 15 riders long. The gradient tilted my way a bit and I eased back through these guys and up to the front. I'm not sure, but I'm betting they were shocked to see me. I was at the front again as we started to slow back down and we could see the lone breakaway guy just up the road. Once he turned around and saw us, he sat up and waited to get absorbed.

We continued on pretty easily for the next few miles; no one wanted to do any work. I remember taking pulls on the front and letting my mind wander as I gazed at the beautiful landscape around me. We strolled up to the feed zone where I was able to get a nice cold bottle of water thanks to awesome volunteers out there in the heat giving up their Saturday. Somewhere over the next 2-4 miles, I guess I was dazed with the countryside and not paying attention to the race, as were most other riders. One rider got off the front and out of sight. Most of us (only the breakaway rider's head of state teammate and one more guy knew) had no idea there was a rider off the front. And the lackadaisical riding continued once we passed the feedzone. So, we were cruising around at 17 and 18 mph through the valley with one rider riding away with the State Road Race victory. Somehow we all came to that realization with about 8 miles to go. The pace picked up and attacks started going off the front. We were back to racing. The eager junior also made another appearance with a big attack when I was leading the group. No one responded, so it was up to me to drag this guy back in. Starting slowly I reeled him shutting down the attack by myself. We made a 90' left hand turn and started up a decent sized hill. There was the lead rider. We could see him 3/4's up the climb. He was within reach and we would not be racing for second place (that's always a crappy feeling). As we got to the top of the climb, the race officials told us to pull over and stop riding. We were being neutralized. The reason and tragedy was then explained to us on the side of the road. The Master's 40+ race that had started before our race had a crash at the finish line, a very bad crash. The official told us there were bodies laying on the asphalt and an ambulance at the finish. We were being stopped so they could fly a helicopter in to pick up the rider that had crashed so badly. Now that things have settled, we know he was flown to Vanderbilt and taken off the ventilator later Saturday night. I'm told he will be okay now suffering a broken jaw, broken teeth, heavily lacerated tongue, and severe facial contusions. Another rider in the same crash was better off and only had a broken collar bone and transported via ambulance to a local hospital.

Now that we got some perspective and let our legs go cold from standing on the side of the road for 25 minutes, they were going to restart our race. The officials determined the lead rider had a 53 second gap on the field at the turn at the bottom of the hill, but since we were closing in on him, they were only going to give him 45 seconds when we restarted. They let him go and the clock started. I lined up in front next to Michaelee, teammate of the lead rider, so that I could get a jump and start the chase. We told each other best of luck and to make sure to ride safely. At this point we were all happy to still be upright on our bikes. At 45 seconds the official let us go. The five mile man hunt was on. I took a big first pull knowing I wouldn't be getting any help from Michaelee and his other teammates. Thankfully, there were still a few other guys that wanted to work and race for 1st, not 2nd. Once we had the lead rider in sight again, two guys attacked and bridged up to him, one was a teammate of his. We kept pulling along in the pack. At 2K to go, the road went up again. I had to put in another big effort to stay with everyone as they attacked. Just over this hill we caught the 3 lead riders. Now it was the downhill run into the finish with less than 2K to go. We started charging and were close to top speed by the 1K to go sign. Michaelee was moving up on the left along the center line. I was towards the center/right, but there were still two guys in front of me: one dead center in the road and one to the right along the white line. They were staggered with just a bit of a gap between them. If the center guy had accelerated or the right guy slowed, I would have been trapped and the race would have been over. Thankfully that did not happen; if anything the gap opened slightly as I approached. I saw the hole and jumped through gaining ground to be back alongside Michaelee. About that time, Michaelee stood up and kicked to start his sprint. We were far out, still about 600 meters from the finish. I couldn't wait though. I had to go with him. I jumped too. 500 meters to go and I had moved pass Michaelee and sat back down in the saddle, still no finish line in site. We came around a slight bend in the road and there was the finish line. I took a look over my left shoulder. Michaelee was still close, about 5 bike lengths. I stood to kick again as we passed the 200 meters to go sign. I took another look over my shoulder and could still see Michaelee, but this time I felt comfortable. I sat up just before the line and flew through the finish line crowd, the 2013 Cat 4 TN State Road Race Champion.

I must give credit where credit is due though. Thomas Evans riding for Knox Velo practically adopted me as a teammate for the day. We conversed throughout the race, he agreed to help guide me up the climbs, he worked with me to pull guys back in, he set pace on the front when no one would, he gave great efforts in the final five miles to pull those guys back in. Without Thomas, I'm pretty sure the day would have been very different. Thank you Thomas and I hope you get to read this. If there had been money on the line, it definitely would have been split with you.

Race Report: State XC Championship

I was unsure how this race would go. I hadn't been feeling too good on the bike the past few weeks, unable to put out consistent power, and I haven't mountain biked much at all this year. I think the race was actually only the 6th time I've ridden my mountain bike all year. My roots are in mountain biking, but I haven't watered those roots since my devastating mechanicals in the ITU Cross Tri World Championships last May. Nevertheless, I pressed on and decided to do the race since it was in my backyard. The race would cap off my 6 week stay in Memphis this summer for an acute care rehab rotation for PT school.

I decided to not make the same mistakes I made in the first race of the season at the Pick Your Poison XC here in Chattanooga. The guy that beat me at that race would also be on the start line in Memphis, along with good friend and former co-worker Matt McCulley and one more racer.

We started hard from the gun, but I made sure not to be the first one to hit the trail, I did not want to lead everyone. I fell in behind Matt for second wheel. Taking an alternate route on a steep downhill section, I fell back one place and was now sitting 3rd wheel. A few miles later, I heard the guy riding in 4th crash. After a few miles of him not catching back on, I figured we had dropped him and he would no longer be in contention for the race. The 3 of us rode through the start/finish to start lap two. Matt attacked hard through the technical section of trail and stayed away for a few minutes. We caught back on after the steep section and continued to pedal on in our 3 man formation. The two lead riders gap'ed me a few times and Matt was even out of sight once or twice. I keep pushing on calmly and usually made up the ground when the trail went up.

In tight 3 man configuration.

About mile 6 into lap two, the rider in 2nd wheel attacked in an open section. Matt, who had been leading the entire race, sat up. He asked me if I was going to chase it down. I then realized Matt had no intention of chasing the rider breaking away. I had to jump. I closed the gap down pretty quickly and was on the lead rider's wheel by the time we dropped back into the tougher trail section. The pace had picked up. The trail was more fun and dangerous now. The two of us rode together through the start/finish again and started lap 3 together.

Railing a corner.

I had noticed this rider wasn't racing with a camelbak, but using one water bottle. I also noticed he hadn't been drinking much and he actually dropped his bottle at about mile 10 of lap two. I was expecting him to fad before the end of the third lap, especially if we kept up the pace we were setting. And this is exactly what happened. This is where I must credit and thank the people at BRL Sports for their awesome drink ENDURAFUEL. It kept me moving, hydrated, and fueled with amino acids and complex carbs in the hot and muggy woods of Nesbit Park. There was no fading or cramping for me. Anyway, riding through the steep section at the beginning of the 3rd lap, this rider went off course a bit and barely caught himself before crashing. I slowed up a bit and waited for him to get his feet back in the pedals and moving on the trail. Instead, he told me to go on, that his "leg had locked up." So I took off. I shifted up and darted down the trail trying to get as far out of sight as possible in case he was only sidelined for a few seconds. I rode the rest of that lap solo, getting to push myself as hard as I wanted and really enjoy the whole trail. I took a few more risks, and then would back off a bit. My riding was getting a little sloppy and I knew the most important thing was not crashing, not having a mechanical, and most importantly not flatting. I railed corners and hopped over roots praying not to hear that hissing sound that can and has deflated my heart in the past.

Up and Over.

Closing in on the finish, I finally felt comfortable about my position around mile 9.5. I settled in and railed the last downhill section and cruised across the bridge into the finish for the solo victory. It felt great to come away with the mountain bike state championship, something I wanted to achieve but hadn't fully committed to. Goal #5 check. And it also puts me in the lead for goal #1. A good showing in Memphis for the Chattanooga based road and cyclocross HUB Endurance Cycling Team. BTW, Matt came back to catch the 2nd place rider 50 meters from the finish and beat him for 2nd place in an awesome sprint finish with a bike throw. Awesome job and congratulations to Matt McCulley. Oh, and unfortunately I think somewhere along the race course I might have cracked my Niner Air 9 Carbon frame around the seatpost. Haven't heard anything back from them yet, but hopefully they work with me on this.

The next big challenge will be the State Road Race Championship. Thankfully my performance has been coming back over the past week and a half with some good power numbers for the times I think it will take to complete the climbs on the course. With 5 mid race climbs, it will still be a hard and challenging race. May the best rider win. I must admit that my real focus has already moved away from the road and is centered on the track. I've been enjoying my time in Atlanta and have a few big races and a training camp lined up for the rest of the season. I'll say bye to long endurance rides and pick up on all intervals of 5 minutes and less.