RECAP:
This was a good race/ride for me. OK, it was more of a ride than a race. You see, my main objective this year is this coming weekend, so instead of training for Greenwood I put on some big miles in preparation for the Triple Bypass. Thus, with 340 miles on my legs in the seven days leading up to Greenwood, I wasn't sure how my "race legs" would respond -- and I was fine with turning this into a "timed training ride".
Here is the Strava link for my Greenwood. For the first 20:00 minutes of the race I was golden. I felt great, was able to mark all of the accelerations and wasn't even really working THAT hard. Right at the 20 minute mark on the Strava ride you will see a slowing -- that is the big crash. I was towards the back of the pack and all of the sudden half of the group in front of me disappeared -- like they had fallen into a huge hole -- and bikes/wheels and parts started flying everywhere. I was forced deep into the ditch and unclipped, but didn't go down. I got back on the road and looked up -- huge gap to a large group in front of me and about three riders behind including my friend Matt C. I knew that even if we worked together like clockwork there was only a slim chance any of us could catch the group and have anything left to actually race. It was at that point I decided my race was over and the ride had begun.
I told Matt to jump on and I would tow him to the group. I started the chase at 32mph and realized that was not going to work, so I kept stoking the fire and adding more gas. I worked faster and harder for longer than I thought I could. As I neared 42mph I was finally feeling like I couldn't hold that pace much longer and I was right. Luckily we had pretty much caught the group and felt good that I had delivered Matt to the pack, even though I was cooked.
Off the back I went as well as a lot of other people who were shredded all over the road from post-crash frenzy. I picked up a rider that was completely toasted. "Hop on" I told him as I went past. "Nothing left" he gasped. I slowed until he was on my wheel and encouraged him to just recover and let me work for a while. There was a group just ahead that was enticing, but I didn't want to leave my new friend. Another rider joined us briefly, but was too strong and finally bridged up to the next group. Heading almost directly into the wind, it was slow going as I would pull for two miles or so and the other guy would pull for a quarter mile, then let me take over again. Not a very equitable arrangement, but I wanted to really work -- even if I wasn't racing.
Finally we were joined by a group of three others who were all strong and were not going to stop for us. So, with encouragement from the guy I had been riding with, I jumped on to their train and we worked well together for several miles. As we turned south on Hwy O, I knew the wind would be more of a help than a hindrance. "Hang on!" I yelled to the three behind me and I stepped on it. Not fighting the wind felt so awesome I turned it up a little too hot. The corner was at the 27 mile mark on the Strava data and you can see a marked increase in tempo. I pushed 26 - 28 on the flats and tried to crest the hills at 20. Three miles later I looked back to finally get some help and there was no one there. One guy, Derrick, was not too far back so I waited for him and we worked together pretty much the rest of the way -- although he had hurt his knee in the crash and it was starting to really bother him by then.
As we climbed the last hill before the bridge, I felt my back starting to cramp, so I eased off and let Derrick finish solo. I was quickly passed by the two others that couldn't hold the pace on Hwy O and although they tried to get me to hold on to the back of their train, I didn't want to mess my back up so close to the Triple Bypass just to gain a few extra seconds on my "ride". I pretty much coasted home and was still on the first results sheet [51st overall] which I am very happy with, all things considered.
It was a most enjoyable ride and I had a lot of fun.