Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Baltimore running festival 5K

October 6, 2010 Baltimore running festival 5K.
This was my first running event. Thought I'd try it out and ended up really enjoying myself. The course was around downtown Baltimore near University of Maryland Hospital and Lexington Market. Not terribly hilly but some gradually climbs. I started put near the middle of the group. There were so many people it was hard to get started. As we headed up Paca Street I heard a familiar voice yelling, "get off the sidewalks! We've got kids up here!" So I turned around and ran back to Bob. He was detailed as a police officer to provide security for the runners. Tapped him on the back then headed back out. It was only 60 degrees so, couldn't feel my hands for the first 2 miles. Once I got warmed up just found a good pace and finished up at 28:57, 28th out of 275 women 35-39, and 724 overall out of around 3000. Definitely gonna do more running events to complement the biking!
Carisa


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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Peanut Butter Race, New Bethlehem, PA

Peanut Butter Race, New Bethlehem, PA
This was only my second 15 mile race and I had learned alot from the last one. I was more prepared this time. The race was a mass start and I lined up at the front next to Bob and the race coordinator. I wasn't sure I "belonged" there but Bob kept me there. We started out on a downhill paved road that lead to a gradual hill, cut left and down to the notorious "bottleneck". I had let a several of riders pass me knowing that a lot can happen in 15 miles. Everyone bunched up at the bottom and made a mad scramble up the other side. It had rained on Thursday so the trail was still wet. Several riders slid off the trail and down an embankment. I had decided to make small goals throughout the race to help keep me focused on my efforts. I spotted another girl rider and set my sights on catching her. Next was a fast descent and 1/2 mile through some nice singletrack that opened up onto the spoil piles. They had some great double jumps and steep drops. I caught up to the girl on these drops and saw my chance to pass her. I got around her on a short uphill that cut hard right and lead to a steep drop followed by a nice double track where I picked up the pace to lengthen my lead over her. Next I set my sights on a rider who has several years of experience on me and I have ridden with before. He kept the pace up and we traded places for probably 5 or 6 miles up some pretty tough hills. The trail lead through some great singletrack with rock gardens and several bridge crossings. It was muddy and the trail was slick from all of the others ahead of me. Despite the other rider's advantage with experience, I was able to keep him in my sights. I had to really watch my line or risk getting sucked into a mudhole and going down. Then came the tunnel that lead to a very steep and long climb. Just when you think you are near the top, you see it continues up through a grass field. They call it the demoralizer. No one around me even tried to ride it.It's off camber and about 1/2 mile long. Once you reach the top the downhill makes it worth the climb! 1.5 miles of doubletrack down! It was great! No rest for your legs though, since you have to maneuver around potholes, puddles, and cowpies! The other rider I was chasing had increased the distance between us and I wasn't able to catch him again. Last leg of the race, now! Short uphill another field crossing and on to the finish line! When I reached the last 2 miles, Bob was there to help bring me in! It was exhilarating to see him there cheering me on. Pushing me. Reminding me why I was doing this. I pushed as hard as I could for the up hill finish. 1:57! My initial goal was to make it under 3. What a rush! This by far was my best race. I really felt like I had accomplished something great. For you, Paul Keener. I love and miss you Grandpa!

Carisa

Perspective is key



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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Two Mile Run Mountain Bike Race


Two Mile Run Mountain Bike Race

I drove five hours to Franklin in Northwest Pa to compete in this 20 mile MTB race. I arrived a day early with hopes of pre-riding the course, but the officials were not done marking the trails. I arrived early in race day, got my race package and installed our new anniversary gift to each other. Our GoPro Bike Camera to document the entire race. As we stood there for the pre-race meeting, we were told that this was not actually set up as a MTB race but as an adventure race. The officials then instructed us that we would ride out the entire course anyway, but to stay away from the deep water crossings. There would be alot of hike-a-bikes, where trail running was to actually take place, but we could manage. We got started with a LeMans Style start and jumped on our bikes. I took an extra second to turn the camera on, which I put on the seat post between my legs. It was noon, so the sun was already over our heads and the humidity was high.



As we started out, I was in the front half of the pack, out pulling alot of the other riders on the first two really big hills. As our pack started to pull away, we noticed that the course was not marked all that clearly. One of the other riders said that as he was talking it over with the officials, he found that most of the course is what he calls bush-whacking. (This is where there is a ribbon or paint on the limb of a tree, but no trail. You just ride through the woods making your own trail) So we started doing this and immediately ended up in a camp site where a family was sitting down eating lunch, surrounded by approximately 25 racers. We quickly departed and found the right "trail" and started with our third crueling hillclimb. Several racers were able to get ahead of me at the camp site, so I had to play catch up and make my way to the front of the pack. This was hard at first because several riders were riding off in different directions thinking that they were on the race course. I made it up to second place with most of the front pack coming down on my heels. I noticed that first place was slowing down to a stop and saying that he could no longer see the race course. I started to slow down also, when (it must have been at the same time) third place and I noticed an orange ribbon hanging from a tree limb about two hundred yards down. We both started sprinting towards it, but he overtook me. As we flew to the bottom of the hill, we both made a left where we seen a race volunteer. The volunteer started yelling "NO THAT WAY, I WAS ON BREAK" while pointing back up the way we came. First place started to slow down to turn, so I accelerated, passed him and took first place. As I started to climb back up the hill, the volunteer yelled "NOW GO LEFT" so I did.
I stayed in this position for approximately another 16 miles, when I started to outpull second place. I was really hurting because even though it was not a fast race, all the technical stuff was starting to wear on me. At the next down hill, I opened it up even though it was extremely rocky. Seeing an orange barrel on a service road, I quickly rode to it. Seeing an orange mark on the road up the hill from the barrel, I started up the long uphill towards it. Just as I got next to it, I noticed that the orange mark read "County Water Service Mark Here" I stopped and studied the writing on the ground, like it was some forgotten ancient language when I heard a four wheeler coming up from behind me. It was several race volunteers muling water to several checkpoints. I ask how much further to the end of the course and was greeted with "Buddy, you are about three miles away from the trail" "S#*T", I got better directions from the volunteers, said some choice words to the paint on the ground and quickly rode back the way I came.



Flipping off the orange barrel, I noticed a rider ducking into the woods and rode in behind him. I was able to overtake him on a narrow trail, he was starting to cramp badly. At mile 19 a cramp snuck up on me, but being so close to the end I decided to ride through it. At the end of the ride, I crossed the finish line in 7th place overall. The race officials were there to greet us as we crossed the line asking us if we had any trouble. I told them that it was a great race and that I would not change a thing. This race was something different, bush whacking, but it was extremely fun.





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Hanover Century

Hanover Century


I was nervous about this one; not because of the mileage but of the headcold that I was trying to kick. Hard to train, ride when you can't really get a breath. I arrived a little early, so I started to warm up under the stars and a slight sliver of the moon. The tempature was holding around 48 degrees so I grabbed my arm and leg covers and started to warm up. The organizers arrived at 0600am and started to get the preregistered riders accounted for which I am glad one was me. It was cold!!! Soon after Jeff, Jon and Jeff's buddy Steve from Hampton, Va. arrived and got registered. I ride with Jeff and Jon on Tuesday nights at the Gung Ho Shop. At 0700am they got us started and I rode with the other three guys so I could see how the pace was going to be. Jeff then told me at mile 5 that Steve's first real hill he had ever ridden was Saturday because they really don't have hills in Hampton. We got passed by several Catagory 1 riders (three) riding in a paceline at mile 10.47 which is the same time that my cycling computer's battery decided to die. It was good to see them ride this way, one blocking the 25mph winds that we had and the others drafting. I did the only thing I could think of; I unzipped my jersey (man it was COLD) and took my chest strap off for the computer's heartrate monitor.
I was able to do this and only lost two miles off my total distance ridden so I would have to live with doing the math in my head as I rode. Not enjoying the fact that we already got passed by three riders, I took the lead in our own paceline and set it at 22.0mph. With the other riders it was hard to not clear my nose as I rode so I did the obvious. It was beautiful to see the sun coming up over the trees, with a fine mist rising from the fields. We talked about riding, life, families, kids, The Wounded Warrior Project.....which made me think of my own bike accident. I talked about that with the fella's and then told them about the ride at Rocky Ridge where I was feeling sorry for myself. That was the ride that I witnessed God's work at it's finest.....The handicap man riding his own bike with his son.

With this going on, we reached the first water station before I knew it. Jeff and Steve said the pace was too fast for them so they were going to take a break. Jon and I slogged on, we were determined to try to reel in the three other riders. As we left the water aid station, it spit us out on the battlefields of Gettysburg. It was humbling to ride there knowing the terrible price that the families paid to give us our country. We rode past the Fifth Regiment Field Hospital, which I got confused with the Pa Regiment that Ray Doolittle told me about. Ray, I was thinking about that young Sergeant and Lt. as I rode, glad that the Lord had given me the strength to ride at this pace. I WAS FLYING!!! Soon, I pulled away from Jon who is a heck of a rider/runner despite suffering from Type I Diabetes.

Alone with my thoughts, the cool morning air, the battlefields of Gettysburg, I started to think about my children. Who would they become? Am I really doing everything I can as a Dad? Alot of people who know me ask me what the scariest thing about being a cop is? I tell them (matter of factly) Being a Dad. Just then, it dawned on me that no other riders were around, I was completely alone in this majestic place. Hey, I can finally clear my nose (no disrespect) So I did. It was great not having to mouth breathe, so I did it again, with alot more force. Too much of a good thing I guess, I did not know at the time, but I gave myself one heck of a bloody nose. After leaving the battlefields behind, I felt what I thought was my nose running and being alone, I just let it run. What the heck, I am not there to impress anybody. I did not know that it was blood going back the sides of my face and everytime I would try to clear it out; it just made it look worse.

At mile 63.8, the next water aid station loomed and I decided to stop since I had to pee so bad! As I pulled in, I ask where the bathrooms were at and the volunteers just stared at me and said "I don't think you need a bathroom" Confused by that I ask "How many people in front of me? A guy held up three fingers and pointed down the course saying, "They left about two minutes ago" So off I went. I had plenty of fueling in my jersey pockets, but started to get worried about my liquids. I was down to my last water bottle, but I wanted to catch them badly. I rode hard, the average pace was 23.0mph, which is some of the best riding I had done in a while. Soon, I noticed that a motorcycle ridden by an older gentleman and a young girl pulled up next to me. The girl ask me what my mileage was and I told her. The older gentleman then said "You are the first century rider!!" This was truly motivating since I was riding against Cat 1 riders. I rode so hard that they girl kept asking me if I was alright. Still not knowing I had a bloody nose I said "Yes" There were a few hills that slowed me down to 18mph and a few that got me 15mph. But as I crested each one, I would rise out of the saddle and hammer the cranks to get the pace back up.

The wind was no joke either, I guess the reminants of Hurricane Earl were still around because the older gentleman told me that the winds were being clocked at 25mph. This hurt because I had nobody to block for me. He also told me that the final water station was coming up at mile 85 and I really had to pee plus my water bottle was almost empty. I motioned that I was going to pull in and again with the stares!! The first thing I did was literally run into the church to the bathroom. That's when I noticed the blood on my face!! No longer would I clear my nose, I would go back to doing it the old way. I ran back out, filled my water bottles with Orange Gatorade, grabbed a banana and back on the bike. I explained to the girl that I was suffering from a cold and told her what happened. I must be out of touch with the opposite sex because the look that she gave me back!!

I was again riding at a great pace, but now my legs were starting to cramp up and my pace was lagging. The hills though not that steep, really started to slow me down. I started to pop Endurolytes, Cliff Blocks, and sucking that Gatorade down. The only problem with that Gatorade is that it was like gulping syrup down. Plus it was starting to bloat me out. Soon after we came back out to a main road and the motorcycle had to break away. This was because of the free flowing traffic on the course!! The older gentleman told me again that I was still in first place, but other riders were quickly gaining on me. There was only about 10 miles left, so I gave everything that I had left. The cramps were getting so bad that it literally brought tears to my eyes. They snuck one last final water station in at the start of mile 5. Two young girls were working this station as I yelled "How much further?" They yelled back "Five miles" and I thought that's just great, my legs hurt so bad, I can't see the riders that the motorcycle told me about, when is this gonna end. These last five miles were the worst, but I got them done. The older gentleman said that he was only joking about the other rides coming up on me, just got me to ride faster! I rode straight up to the Officials and ask how many finished before me. The woman said "What?" "What happened to your face?" I told her and she said that she was just picking, she heard the story over her radio. She told me that I was the first to finish at 11:58am. That means that I completed 101.7 miles in 4 hours, 58 minutes with an average pace of 20.9mph. I know that this is nothing to really brag about, but with this cold I will take it. On a side note, my family was not able to be there so I called them immediately to tell them that I had broken the five hour mark. This one sent me to the well.....The deep well of suffering. Loved every minute of it though.


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Monday, July 26, 2010

2010 Grand View Criterium in Lancaster, PA


Competed in the 2010 Grand View Criterium in Lancaster, Pa on Saturday. The day was wonderfully hot, with temperatures reaching up to 100 degrees in the middle of the day. Again, I love to race/ride in this type of weather and excited at that this was my first road race of the season. We got the usual pre-race meeting prior to the start with the instructions that this is a one mile race course that will last for fifteen miles.
As we started out behind the lead car, I jumped into the top 1/3rd of pack to see what the pace was going to be. After about lap 5 or 6, I started to make a break and pulled to the lead. Seeing that I was able to pull away, I continued and got about 50-75 yards ahead of the main pack. Several riders made a break with me and were right on my wheel. We overtook several riders and I got to witness some gnarly crashes. One rider actually tacoed his rear tire as we were coming up on him as he hit a small hole. Another just layed it down on the straight stretch to the finish line. At lap fourteen, I really opened up with several other riders, but was able to put a small cushion between me and them. During the last quarter mile straight stretch, we all opened up with everything we had, but I was able to cross the finish line first on lap fifteen. I even threw my arms up as I glided across the finish line for the photos. Several riders and I coasted, telling each other good job as the back of the pack came sprinting passed us.




A rider from AFC yelled back "Come on guys, keep up!!" and took off with the small pack. We looked back at the Officials, who were waving us on so we sprinted after them. There was no way we could close the gap on the new leader, so we passed who we could and I unofficially/officially ended 12th out of 30 riders. Not sure how this happens, but for my first race I'll take it. Some of the other riders were not sure either, but said they thought we got first, second, third, etc... also. Plan on doing the road bike race in Kirkwood, Pa on 07 August 2010 if anybody is interested.

Bob





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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Fair Hill Classic

Fair Hill Classic

Just gonna start this one right at the beginning of the race. The Trailspinners had done something a little different from some of the other races we have been too. Bob was gonna start before me at 845am, then I would head out at 1030am. Since the babysitter was at the beach, we brought both kids with us as a cheering section. Bob was going to ride the course then come back and watch the kids while I raced. Right after setting up, Mike Nardelli showed up and got his singlespeed ready to go. Bob and Mike warmed up together, then rode down to the starting line. The enduro riders consisting of Mark Lentz, Gary Johnson and Ludek Kolesa had already started out and were on the course racing already. Mike was sent out first, flying off the start, leading his class out the long open stretch, the disappearing around a turn. Two minutes later Bob's class started out. Bob pushed off, letting most of his class get the lead out the straight stretch, then followed them around the turn.
As Bob's class entered the singletrack, Bob started to open up, again this was his type of weather, hot/humid with sun burning over top. Bob started to catch the others as they seemed to lose alot of steam in the first small uphill. Bob really opened up and caught up with the leaders in his class, staying in the big gears, grinding out the small hill climbs, gliding through the tight turns, and tearing up the small downhills. Bob caught up the the leader of his class who was currently in first place as they approached Mike. This rider kept looking back looking back at Bob, shaking his head, like he was in disbelief that Bob was still right behind him. Bob noticed that the leader was slowing down on some of the hillclimbs, so he decided to stay behind him, that he would pass him with two miles left in the race in an attempt to win his class.
Mike was slogging away on his singlespeed, climbing like a mountain goat, outclimbing other riders with geared bikes. The leader that Bob was following from GT Bicycles got around Mike, who also kept pace with him. Keeping the leader in sight, Bob and Mike talked about the race, this time with the leader looking back as he sweated out this climb atthese two riders were laughing and talking on an uphill. Mike noticed that the leader started to pull away and told Bob to just go ahead and pass and stay with him. Bob did as he was instructed and caught back up with the leader, who looked back and just shook his head. At mile eleven, Bob passed Ludek Kolesa who cheered each other on as the rode next to each other. Each of the team members were within a mile of each other as they started on a downhill at mile twelve. As Bob started downhill, Mike was able to make up ground and was behind Bob as he started to slow down. Bob yelled "D@% it, a flat" and the leader looked back at Bob and said "Yes, about time" and rode away. Bob flipped his bike to change the flat as Mike slowed to see if everything was ok. Bob was good so Mike rode away with Bob yelling to catch the leader. Bob was trying to get his tire off when Ludek rode passed and offered assistance. Bob refused and Ludek rode on; Bob then realized that his tire prys were sitting on the tailgat of the truck.
Bob forced the tire off, ripped the tube out, reinserted it, then CO2ed the tire back up. Bob was off back in the race, flying on the downhill, again passing riders with the plan to catch the leader. Bob passed Ludek again and was making good time passing alot of the riders that passed him. Bob noticed that Mike was climbing a small hill in front of him and knew that the leader was not far ahead of him. Bob started to sprint again when he heard a bang that sounded like a gunshot. Bob's bike immediately went into a skid and he noticed that the rear tire was blown clear off the rim. Bob jumped off, watched Mike ride over the hill and out of sight as Ludek rode up and again offered assistance. With the tube hanging off the rim, the sidewall of his tire had a hole blown clear through it, Bob picked up the bike and started to run out. Bob ran out to mile 16, with alot of other riders overtaking him, he knew he was out of the running. Besides he had to get back and watch the kids so I could ride, there was still time. By the time that Bob made it to the next water station, he was offered another tube which he took and changed his tire.
A volunteer just trying to help out, grabbed his CO2 cartridge to get it ready and accidently released it, wasting his last cartridge. Bob was able to get a bike pump and sat down to pump his tire up with the tire between his legs. Another rider rode up to Bob as he was using this handpump and said "Man your excited to see water!!" Bob just looked at him and carefully reattached his tire. Bob started to ride back out at 10:30, thinking that I could at least bump down to the Novice riders. With two miles left, Bob started up a longer uphill next to Route 272. Bob noticed that there were several younger riders that he was navigating around as well guys from the beginners class. As Bob crested the hill he noticed that a man was standing with a younger kid next to the trail. Bob yelled over the see if they were ok, when the guy yelled back "I don't know". Not getting the answer that he we usually get, Bob slowed down and ask again. This time the kid said "I just want my dad" then fell to the ground.
Bob immediately jumped from his bike and ran over the the kid. Bob started to question the guy (Andy?) who Bob thought was the kids father. Andy said he was not the father, but was racing also when he rode up and the kid was just standing in the middle of the trail looking around. Andy moved the kid over when Bob rode up on them and he fell. Andy dumped his only water over the kids head, but the kid was still out. Bob reached for a pulse in the kids wrist and could not find one!! Bob instructed Andy to stop someone and let them know to get and ambulance back there now and got ready to start CPR. Thankfully Bob remembered to do a sternum rub on the kid, and he sat up. (Bob forgot to check the kids Corodtid Artery and not the wrist when doing phsysical activity) Relieved both Andy and Bob gave over what gels/food/water over to the kid who was not sweating and very confused. The kid was unable to tell Bob his name or age, but did tell Andy that the sides of his eyes were going black and that he did not feel good. Bob knowing that the child was about to pass out again, propped him up with leg and dumped more water over him. The kid started to throw up some of the gels so Bob again tried to get a pulse from him. Armed with just a stopwatch (never use) Bob got a reading of 140 beats which is high for as long as they were rested for. Knowing that this was signs of a heatstroke, Bob told Andy to knock the next rider from his bike to get their attention to get help. Andy then remembered that he had his cellphone in his camelbak and called a friend at the finish line. This friend answered as Bob gave Andy instructions/information about the kids condition. Then a third rider, a great guy with an prothestetic left arm, ripped his camelbak off of his back and pulled a shamy cloth out that was on ice. Bob immediately placed in on the kids head and neck and layed him back on his leg. This brought the kid back a little to tell the trio his name and age, but not who his father was or his address. With approximately 45 minutes since he arrived, Bob started to worry about kidney failure and told Andy that they might be carrying the kid out to Route 272.
Race volunteers arrived soon after in four wheel drives and four wheelers. A Captain from the Cecil County Fire Department immediately started into aid from the information that Bob was able to relay over the phone. They got the pulse down to about 90 and tried to get some fluids into the kids right arm. The blood vessels were so constricted that the Captain missed on each attempt. It was then decided to go through the kids left wrist, which took and he was able to get some fluids in him. After a bit more stable, Bob and one of the race organizers (Jim?) loaded the kid in the back of an SUV with the Captain sitting with him. Now that the kid was in other hands, Andy sat down to take stock in what had just happen and Bob got him back on the bike telling him that God wanted him to be there for that child. They both started to ride out and Andy said that he was just gonna stop at the next water station and that Bob just ride without him.
Bob knowing that the race was gone, had some fun with the rest of the trail. He noticed that the cameraman/girl was sitting up at the edge of the woods just prior to the finish line. As Bob made his way past them, he made faces which made them laugh. Bob crossed the finish line, dead last and rode straight up to Christian on the team. Bob told him quickly what had happened and Christian pointed to the ambulance that was parked next to the registration building. As Bob started towards the ambulance, Mike ran up and ask what happen. Bob quickly told him in passing what happened. Bob is so sorry to Christian and Mike, he was not ignoring them!!
Bob crawled in the back of the ambulance where the Captain was still working on the child and said "Here's the cop that helped you" The kid looked at Bob, extended his hand thenclosed his eyes. Bob shook his hand then left the ambulance as it started to the hospital. The Captain looked at Bob and said "That was a close one"
Several people were there as Bob walked out, clapping telling Bob to just go get a prize off the table, there is no way they can ever repay him. Bob told them about Andy and the other stranger that helped too. Bob refused to take anything from the table and was embarressed of the attention given to him. Bob rode up to me, to my relief, because after his accident on the road bike, I thought the ambulance was coming in for him. Bob not wanting to draw anymore attention, had me give the number plates back as he packed up the truck to leave. Several of the members of the Fairhillbillies MTB Club heard what happened and gave Bob a t-shirt, that he reluctanly accepted. (They would not take No for an answer) Then we pulled away so nobody would make a big deal over anything.
Through all of this, there is no possible way I am mad at not being able to race. (Though I was during the race)I am extremely glad that it was not Bob that was in trouble, due to the heat, but I am extremely proud of his actions and how humble he really is.


Carisa



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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Catfish Tri

Sunday July 11th I did the Catfish Triathlon at City Island in Harrisburg, PA.




Results:

1st place Female 25-29 out of 11 with a time of 1:26:25
10th out of 81 females
47th out of 208 total competitors

The weather was amazing, the course was flat, the only issue was the river was super low and had to swim with a modified stroke in order to not scrape the bottom.

Kayla


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