Doing it all the hard way...

Monday, April 16, 2018

Eating Vegetables


Oh good,  It's still raining....
Early in the week the weekend looked rainy.  As the week went on the forecast just got wetter and wetter.  Friday at work I was trying to get myself psyched up for a solo slog on Saturday.  I even contemplated sending a team email along the lines of, “Saturday sucks, time is running out, who wants to suffer with me?” 

El Jefe’s strong shoulders have borne the mantel of leadership and so it was that he sent out the invitation to join in the Reindeer games on Saturday.  Five fools gathered in the pouring rain for a three and a half hour ride. 

Our expressions told the story, “Yeah it’s ugly. Let’s get this over with.”    I joined El Jefe’ The Judge, Turntable, and Sombrero under the grey Seattle skies.  We climbed, we pacelined, we shed layers, we put them back on, we ate, we drank and we paid our dues.
In years past I can recall April training rides in the Snohomish valley under bright blue skies.  Sun on our arms and legs as we churned along happily. Long rides where the kilometers just flew by as we played with short attacks and mini breakaways. 

This was not that. 

We haven’t seen each other in shorts yet in 2018.  Our summer adventure should be warm.  I know I am thinking about that warm sunshine every day as I ride indoors or as I layer up for another wet ordeal.  
Like fun, only not quite fun
We find take solace that rainy and 9C is a lot better than rainy and 2C.  Yet my pale arms beg for sunshine.  Where art thou spring? 

Friday, April 13, 2018

Just a three hour ride


My cyclocross races were typically forty to fifty minute events where you went full gas from start to finish.  You laid down your base of long rides in the summer and sharpened your fitness with intervals in the early fall.  By the end of the season you were managing your training to be fast and fresh for the races.

When the season ended and Sundays went from racing to the Coffee and Lies ride, the two hour ride felt long.  The short, intense hill repeats brought explosive fitness and a lack of patience for longer saddle time.
I remember after my first France trip how short that 2 hour Coffee and Lies ride felt and how the climb back up to the coffee shop seemed so short.  It felt like the climb was so short it wasn’t worth shifting out of the big ring.

My first year of road cycling I had planned a thirty five mile ride that took me across farmland to a small town before retracing my way back home.  When I got to the town I stopped and bought a Gatorade and felt like I was an explorer on an expedition.  “I come from a land far, far away,” was my thought.  I returned home and knew I had entered a new world of long rides.  Over the next year those long rides culminated in a double century ride.  I owned one inherited jersey and one pair of shorts and the chamois was leather. I didn’t know what a base layer was.
In 2018 I’ve been building my base for another summer adventure.  Only on two of my long rides have I had any company.  I’ve stretched my indoor sessions to an hour and a half or two hours during the week (I’m sick of the rain).  I’ve got the aches and pains to validate that I am building a base.  I confess the solitary nature of my build up this year has challenged my resolve.  Lucky for me I have been looking to Hottie as my inspiration for doing hard things.

I’m finishing a rest week and my plan calls for easy Z 1-2 rides this weekend. In my head I’m thinking, “Just a three hour ride on Saturday.”  I guess the fact that a three hour ride is prefaced by “Just” is a sign I’ve put some money in my base training bank.
With that said; I wish we could get some frickin' sunshine on a weekend this month.  Solitary rides are one thing; but the wet, long, solitary rides sometimes feel like I’m paying for my past (or future) sins. I have been able to channel my inner-Belgian to convince myself to go out alone on Saturday, but I seem to be out of courage/stupidity come Sunday.

I have some big training weeks/weekends coming up and I’ll need all the courage/stupidity I can muster. Five and six hour rides are on the agenda and back to back to back days should get me the fitness I need.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Myth # 9 Round wheels are faster ?


Not everything is as it seems. I have received nothing but positive feedback from my post entitled, “Myth # 2, your tires need to be inflated” that when you remove air from the tire it becomes lighter which naturally makes it faster at the same time.  So simple yet so profound.



Today we challenge the assumption that round tires are faster. There was a study done by the German magazine, “Der Spiegel” that used a metal drum to measure rolling resistance.  Like many of you I only ride on metal drums when it rains.  What about the “real world” situations we all encounter?  Is a round wheel always the right choice?
Let’s look at the photograph below.  As you can see the rider is riding over rolls of fabric.  A round wheel would just get stuck whereas the square wheel is able to ride up and over the humps with ease.  What are our roads, if not an assembly of humps and imperfections?  For those situations a round wheel will be out performed by the square wheel every time. 
Since most of us don’t live in a laboratory, knowing what works in the real world is what counts.  As a point of reference, I see plenty of men riding in polyester cycling jerseys. “Fools,” I say to my companions, “Fools!” Our group of testers has found that wool jerseys have the ability to store energy for use later. 

Let’s say you are riding uphill in a polyester jersey.  As you warm up you might start to sweat a little.  The jersey wicks the sweat away, cooling you down and you continue to ride to the top and when you go down, your jersey dries quickly and you are warm on the descent. This is what you get for being a fool.

The experienced rider wearing a wool jersey on the climb starts to sweat much earlier.  The wool absorbs the sweat and begins to stink.  The stink makes the rider go harder and increases the sweating. By the time the wool-wearing rider reaches the top his jersey has a good pound or two of sweat in it and that added weight helps speed the rider on the descent.  The ability of wool to store the riders sweat and use it as ballast on the descent is something polyester can’t do.  I can’t imagine why all the pro cyclists aren’t wearing floppy rag wool sweaters.  By the way, in my post entitled, “Myth #1 Aerodynamics are more important than drag” we see that riders in loose fitting wool are, in fact, much faster than riders in Lycra.

                                        These people just smell like  S P E E D  

Alas, like a doddering old man my mind has wandered and there is nobody here to slap me back to reality.  Perhaps I could benefit from a fact checker.  Just kidding.  Who needs facts when you have a monopoly on wool?

Back to the square wheels.

What happens to a square wheel on a smoother road at high speeds?  We have all seen how the latest versions of The America’s Cup boats get up on a hydrofoil the size of a canoe paddle.  As they go faster they need less contact with the water.  At high speeds only the corners of the square wheels will be in contact with the ground.  This hydrofoil effect will allow a cyclist to maintain top speeds with less effort.
As an added benefit the square wheel will “capture” the air between the corners and it will serve as a cushion as it is compressed by the rolling wheel, smoothing out the contact of the next corner.  As the wheel goes faster the cushion gets firmer and firmer.  Soon the rider is gliding along, barely touching the ground at all. Once airborne the imperfections of the road are irrelevant.

Once you understand that square wheels are faster on rough and smooth roads you will never go back to round wheels.