Sunday 19 April 2009

Tried the track... and loved it!

Today I went along to a 'Try-the-track' at Meadowbank Velodrome in Edinburgh, the same place that Chris Hoy cut his teeth!

The day started with being fitted with my trusty steed for the afternoon. It was a bit weird as the set up is different to my race bike and my road bike. We headed over to the middle of the velodrome where a set of rollers were set up. I have never used rollers before, the concept is a bit nerving. You basically have 2 rollers that you sit you back wheel on and a roller that you sit your front wheel on. Nothing holds your bike on other than your balance and the speed that you peddle!

The coach, Alister, was great, even though he was making fun at me before we had been introduced! I had the benefit of being first. There was no introduction it to what was about to happen so I had no time to start worrying. He was talking me through how to get on the bike, and the group of watchers, which I succeeded after the second attempt, and started peddling. Alister just kept on talking, distracting me from the fear that was flowing through me. There was people all around me watching and commenting but I was so totally focused on a point in the distance I have no idea what was said. Slowly, and subtly, Alister removed his hands form support and before I knew it I was going solo!

That wasn't it though, I had to stay peddling for a couple of minutes while he talked to the group. The talk turned to Chris Hoy and his position as he cycles his laps of celebration after his famous wins at the Olympics.

And that was my next challenge! I had to bring my finger tips to the top of the handlebars, tilt my hips back and cross my arms, ll whilst cycling solo on the rollers! (I did have people either side of me in case my confidence and bike wobbled, phew.) Next I had to raise my arms to the heavens. What a feeling, a real mixture of fear and success.

Like I said earlier, I think I was really lucky that I was first and didn't have a clue about what I was letting myself in for. The next girl who followed me on to the rollers was so nervous she was shaking like a leaf. I felt for her but I knew she could do it.

We went over to the track next. We were helped on to our bikes and set off on cycling loops of the track. We had to practice speed control. Quite and interesting thing to learn in the absence of brakes! We would do a lap then approach Alister, or a helper, and slow to a track stand and then peddle off of for another lap. All my practice of track stands at traffic lights really paid off.

The next stage in our development of budding track stars of tomorrow was to learn to traverse the track. We would complete laps along the bottom, where it is flat, and on the flats we would veer up the banking, round a person, and back down to the flat before the berm.

There was no putting it off, we had to tackle the fear of the steep berms. After being briefed we were taken to the top of the track, at the start of the straight and pushed! We had to peddle like hell towards the red line, and keep peddling. If we slowed down too much, we would move too close to horizontal, clip the track with our peddle and going sliding down. The result, other than bruising, would be splinters, so many splinters you could not imagine, all the way down the right side of your body. Oooo, not nice. We all made it, well you would have to wouldn't you? With the fear of all those splinters!

We were off. The fear of the steep berms mastered, if not conquered, we cycled lap after lap going high and higher. Time to start racing they said. Eeeek. It is one thing doing laps with no one around you but to race some one? You've got to be kidding?

We divided up in to teams of 3 for team sprints. I have had a head cold for the last few day so I didn't think I could manage 3 laps of sprinting so I went first. The idea is that the first rider gets the speed up and peels off after a lap, the second rider takes over and peels off leaving the third rider to sprint to the finish. Well that was the plan, anyway. I was so focused on powering off, when I peeled away to let the riders through, they weren't there! I had gone too quick! Me? A little solo rider with no experience racing on a bike, with a team of time-trialists behind me? And I dropped them!

After the big boys had done a race (I don't know what it was but it involved 30 laps with sprints every 4 laps or so. Looked exhausting.) a group of 5 of us took part in a mini Keirin. We lined up along the top of the track and waited for a mini motorised bike to come level and we followed it. After staying in line for the first half lap, we joshed for the best position behind the bike, for 5 laps getting steadily quicker, that saved energy but allowed us a good position from which to sprint to the finish. When the bike pulled off for the final sprint I was in equal third place.

The guy who was in first place was a seasoned track rider, the 2nd and 3rd place were newbies like me. In the picture above you can see me in light blue behind the girl in red. As we went round the final berm, I spotted that the racing black line was clear! It was mine! It dipped the bike down to the line, which sped me up and I cruised past the girl in red. I didn't win but I did beat the other newbies! Whoop whoop!

I had a fantastic time, thanks you Alister and everyone else who helped us. I will definitely be back for more, if I can fit it in with my training plan!

Unfortunately, I have to finish this post on a sad note. In March 2008 the Velodrome was earmarked, by the Edinburgh County Council, for demolition.

Boy did the council get a shock when Chris Hoy, and British Cycling, was such a resounding success at the Beijing Olympics. In his speeches to the press, he called for the Velodrome to be saved. It is one of the good things that has come out of the current world financial situation that Council don't have the money to build the houses so the demolition has been postponed. Lets hope that we can save this fantastic facility and breeding ground of new talent!

*Save Meadowbank Velodrome!*

Tuesday 14 April 2009

Motivational Moments

Everybody needs an aid for their motivation every now and then. Mine has come in the form of my new bike.


Yippee!!!!!



My bike was built for me by a lovely couple called Alf and Teresa Webb of The Bike-Inn. It is so pretty and so shiny and I haven't had a chance to go out on it for more than half an hour.


On Good Friday, my Dad and I drove up to Spalding to meet with Alf and Teresa. The order of the day was to test the bike out, tweak the set up and get some basic coaching. After lots of chat, I set off down the country lane on a four mile warm up. During this time, Alf was hanging out of the window of his car shouting out instructions (Teresa drove and Dad observed!). They would watch from behind, pull along side for a bit then drive ahead and look at me coming up the road.


After 4 miles I was asked to sprint for about 1k and rest, sprint and rest, so that Alf could watch me under pressure. I thought the time went quickly but actually we weren't out for long. Alf was happy with what he saw. Apparently I had a good position on the bike, he could see the increase in the power when I did as I was told (dropped my heals a bit) and short of adjusting my cleats on my shoes nothing was needed to be adjusted! Pretty good from one measurement!


When we got back to The Bike-Inn we started packing my bike up for the flight home. It was sad to have had such a short time on it and really hard to resist the temptation to get it out again and go for a ride but I didn't want to disturb the packing. I would have been devastated if it was damaged in transit (It was in an uber padded bike bag.).


The final words from Teresa and Alf was to do lots of Yoga to aid my flexibility and transition from bike to run. So tonight I'm off back to the EYC for some cross-training! Luckily for me, the woman who leads the Yoga session is an excellent cyclist. For the winter, Karen ran a cycling/yoga retreat called The Winter Workshop in Spain!


On Monday, I flew my bike home. It was a scary moment watching it go through security, the fear that it might get lost or damaged in transit. The waiting at the other end was torture, my bike was almost the last item to be put on the carousel! By the time I got home it was to last to re-assemble my bike, I had to wait until the morning!


On Tuesday morning I re-assembled my bike! It looks good to me but then I'm not going to notice any slight mis-alinement's from it's journey. Fingers crossed!


I can't wait to get out on it!!!

Loss of motivation

The last 2 weeks I have been tapering, recovering and quite a bit of licking my wounds. Heaven and Hell Half Marathon was a good cover up excuse for loss of motivation. My original, personal, purpose for doing Antwerp 70.3 is no longer appropriate and I am now looking for a new one. I don't know what that is yet but...

It is time to get back in to the pool, saddle and running shoes.

Sunday 5 April 2009

Heaven and Hell Half Marathon

With a name like this you don't expect your usual Half Marathon.

Elevation - Min: 59 ft, Max: 801ft, Assent: 1099ft, Descent: 1083ft

The Heaven and Hell Half Marathon was based at Perth Airport outside a village called Scone (Pronounced Scoon!), about 1 1/2 hours from home, but an 11am start meant I didn't need to leave too early.

I pitched up to the pre race 'talk' to discover a long table down the middle of the room pre loaded with lots of sandwiches. I was going to enjoy the post race scran I thought! During the race brief we were told that this course was one of the hardest 1/2 Marathons in Scotland! Well I know it was hill but I didn't think it was going to be that bad.

Start was a 5 minute walk from the hall which enabled me to do a wee gentle jog to get the legs working. I was able to give my jacket to a marshal to take to the finish 1/2 mile away. Fantastic news as I was on my own. I was having a stretch up when all of a sudden the crowd started moving. That will be the start then! I'm glad I wasn't looking for an accurate time, I would have been annoyed otherwise!

From the start we went along a very gentle incline for 3/4 of a mile which lead into a mile of varying decent. At 1.5 miles, I pulled alongside a chap, called Duncan, and got chatting. We were targeting the same pace so we decided to run together for a bit.

At 2 miles we started going uphill, sometimes steep, sometimes shallow, always up for three miles before flattening off. Duncan said we should slow down a bit as we crept up to 8.5 minute mile pace but I pointed out that we would need to to keep our average at 10 min miles. Besides, our pace felt comfortable. It seemed wrong to slow down when we were on a very slight decline/flattening. After another brief uphill the course went steeply downhill for a mile. It felt like this was where any pain would be inflicted, but felt later. Only time would tell!

We turned left at the 8 mile point and were faced with a sign saying 'Welcome to Hell' will a stuffed Devil toy on top! There is nothing quite like support to encourage you the hill! It did make me laugh though. The hill was tough but I was still running along side Duncan. We stopped taking at this point, focusing all our energies into the hill. 2.2 miles later we reached the top, Oh happy days! The last mile had been super tough as a strong head wind was whipped up.

The final 3 miles were great because they were down hill but the change of pace gave me a stitch. Concentration on breathing, altering the pace and giving my water bottle to Duncan really helped. The final mile was in to a strong, gusting head wind. It was the final mile though, so you just put your head down and ran. The finish was round a blind corner so I couldn't quite pace the last few hundred metres but I did sprint over the line. Maybe I didn't work hard enough?

I had only intended to run along side Duncan for a bit but it was nice to have company and it certainly was great whilst running through heaven, hell and beyond.

Thanks Duncan.

Oh... the final time? 2hrs 6min. I'm pleased. Really, really pleased.