Superweek

International Cycling Classic, 2009

Superweek? Well, it actually has been...sorta.

The events have been run well, the courses safe and clearly marked, the organizers have been living up to their title, the addition or resurrection of some really fun courses--what more can you want?

Elgin, 7/12/08, Masters 4/5, 25th/63
Race #26

Nice course. Very technical and fun to ride. This was my first day back on the bike a week so I was just going to use it to open my legs up and go for results Monday and Tuesday. That said, I would have found it hard to work up to the front because with only 5 laps it was really difficult to find a mental rhythm on the course. I never got a good feel for what would come next. If I were looking for a result, like so many others, moving to the front would be challenging. But I was happy to slam on my breaks and then sprint out of every turn to finish 25.

Richton Park, 7/13/09, Cat4/5, 7/35ish
Race #27

Nice environment, very…suburban. There was nothing really technical about this race, it was a typical flat crit. Every attack was chased down making the pace very choppy. Though I didn’t spend much time on the front, it was so much easier to glide rather than navigate through the turns. Jeff was going to lead me out and I didn’t come around him in time, so I lost a few positions as a result. But 7th wasn’t bad...thirty five smackers for a payout. Which was almost one race, it weren’t for a ridiculous “convenience fee” attached to writing a personal check for registration. I asked Chris (the registration diva) if I could charge them an extra $6 for the checks they would be handing me this week and she coldly replied…you know, I’ve never heard that one before. Point taken.

Artlington Heights, 7/14/09, Cat 4/5, 17/40ish
Race #28

Christ! How many times do I need to learn this lesson: the race happens at the front!

This course was a tight 8 corner crit with the finish opposite where they place it at Proctor. So, you had to be in the top 10-15 going into the final 5 turns, or you have no chance. I had no chance. I was feeling “it” a bit more today than the others. I thought the bounce was gone from my bungee. Its not. But I had to relearn that old lesson: read the course, analyze how to do well and where to make your moves. Then go race and make your moves. I didn’t. I just got on my bike and rode around kinda fast. The up side was that I had to bridge a nice size gap (7-10 seconds) that opened up by a crash. Riders in front of me were not going to do it, I feared they may be content to be group 2 or 3—so I pulled around them…oooooohhh wow! Once again flying around those turns without slamming the breaks and sprinting out again! It took a little less than 1 lap for me to jump the gap (and bring everyone with me). But another funny thing happened—my legs opened up. I felt the effort but I actually felt good! But I didn’t go to the front. Why? Because I’m a dunce.

Drew looked to be in great position going into the final two turns when he ate it in the corner..he’s fine. John was also doing great holding his position in the top 10 (I’m jealous), but he ate it in turn 3 or 5. Luckily noth are ok…

There is no way I’d race Bensenville. That course sucks…

Lakefront Short Course, 7/16/09, Cat 4/5, 28/40 starters???
Race #29

I have not written one word about my diabetes. The reason? It’s been great at every race (well, could have been better at Arlington). Today was the terrible exception.

The course was awesome. The hill scared the shit out of me and I’m glad I put on the 26t cassette. It was just over a solid min. effort, but it was not really Wisconsin steep—it was very manageable for dudes like me. The descent was really, really fun. This was by far the greatest addition or resurrection of Superweek. Bravo!!! I’ll do this race again next year even if I’m not race ready.

Diabetes…so, as usual, I was nervous, I wanted a better result after a very, very lackluster crit in Arlington Heights. But I’ve already learned to successfully manage the diabetes as relates to my never ending nerves. Today, Jake and I hit the Whole Foods for a muffin and espresso…I took what I thought was an appropriate amount of insulin to cover the muffin. But as we were less than 1 hr from starting a race I apparently took far too little. I was 94 when I sat down to eat; I was 224 five min before the start; 10 min into the race I was 250. Uh, oh. Looking at my data (no powertap, CGMS data) I can trace it back to that one delicious, chocolate, fucking muffin.

For the uninitiated: normal folks BGs are between 60-110 all the time—diabetics try to aim for that range using doses of synthetic insulin. Exercise boosts your metabolism and makes insulin far more effective. The down side is that when the insulin is too effective, or you over bolus a dose you can go low (which is very, very bad) –in this case, before a highly aerobic activity lasting ~1.3 hrs I took what I thought appropriate. Nope, I totally undershot it. Nerves apparently play into this too…espresso + nerves + under dosing for a muffin caused my BG to rise throughout the race. The effect of elevated BGs can be loss of power, heavy legs, really, really dry mouth, which is caused by dehydration…all fit the bill today.

So, in the second lap my CGMS gave me the alert that my BG was too elevated (yes, that was me cherping). I shut it up. It continues every 5 min. In the 5th lap, I go to the front and help Jake pull. I didn’t take a hard pull, then fell back one place. It goes off again. We turn right and hit the climb. When I crest I hear an alarm I have never heard…it sounded like a “Hey you, fucker! You must look at me NOW!” alarm. So, I go to the back and pull out my pump/CGM system and see that I’m nearly 355. Holy crap. I take two units of Insulin and let the pack slip away.

Looking back on it, I should have stuck at the back occasionally going OTB to check my numbers. But I was scared. I didn’t really know what to do…so I let the race slide away. But I finished. I finished the remaining 9 laps by myself (more or less).

It was my first time going off the back and then getting lapped. A few kind folks in both the 4/5 and masters 4/5 peloton asked, “hey Mike, you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m fine. Sorta.”

I whish I could have been there to help Jake. I wish I could have been there to see how I faired up the hill on the 16th lap with tired but driven racers. Well, I can’t do anything about it….I don’t regret my decision, though this week has been quite disappointing for me. New racing experiences bring new experiments in managing my Diabetes. I’ll probably email Phil Southerland and see if he can’t offer some advice.