Yes yes, we're a little late here in posting this.
But that doesn't negate my wins baby!
Way back in June I raced the Holliston Lions Triathlon.
The swim was one of the roughest I can remember. For a short little sprint, it was mayham. The pond was shallow with a bunch of reeds and the RD decided to make the swim into an out and back instead of the planned triangle. Standing on the shore it looked like a pretty short 1/4 mile out to the last buoy. The swim times seem to concur. The crazy thing about the out and back was the inevitable head-on with someone crossing the line. Ah the joys and fun.
The bike actually had a bit of elevation change...well you know...for a sprint. Traffic and passing on the three laps of the bike and I worked my way into the lead. That was a cool feeling, looking over the transition area and seeing all the racks empty.
The run started with a steep pitch out of transition and the first four minutes or so were pretty much all up. I guess in hindsight that makes the 6:15 first mile unerstandable, but it still took a couple of miles to smooth into a groove. I looked back during the second mile and could see Mr. McCall not far enough back. I turned it over for the third mile and felt super smooth. Then brought it home and was happy to grab a top podium spot. Yee haa!
The following weekend we were up in VT for the 4th. I ended up awake with the sun and decided to jump into the Saxtons River 5k. The last minute decision helped to negate any prerace jitters and I went out to have some fun. I was gonna try and take it easy for the first half mile or so, but got a little nervous when I saw a couple of guys going out strong from the gun. So I changed course and chased them down. I ran with the leader for a few paces and then decided to see how I could do on the day. Meh, 17:48. Sub six's...I'll take it!
ummm... I so need to finish this, I sooo started it like two weeks ago.
The Falmouth Sprint was on the 18th and it's a great course. Richie Havens' swims are always fun, but kind of funky on distance, and there's usually a current and waves and that made for a fun swim. I actually started to pull away from other swimmers in the second half of the swim, that's a change. The bike has a great sections along the coast with some technical sections that are were a blast to ride. I got the word from a couple of specators that there was one rider ahead of me, but was somewhat disconcerted when I couldn't see him.
Coming out of T2 a volenteer at the transition exit told me I was 45 down. So when I could finally see Mr. Bothelo I was super pleased to have a split of only 25 seconds. I caught him and tried to have a chat, but he wasn't up for it. So asta lasagna I kept on cruising. Results post a run time of 18:12, but my mile parle 5:30, and that makes me happy. I grabbed Bear at the finish at we got in the Falmouth paper and the Cape Cod Times. Nice.
Okay that's if for those three.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Pedal Stroke
The other day I had a little moment of brilliance while doing some sets on the trainer. I was starting to feel the fatigue and my watts started slipping. As things got tough I thought about a smooth pedal stroke. Instead of thinking about driving my foot straight down like a powerful piston I focused on pulling through the bottom of the stroke. And low and behold my watts started to climb again.
I've done lots of pedal stroke drills before and think I have an acceptably efficient stroke. But it was cool to see it happen right in front of me. Magic!
I've done lots of pedal stroke drills before and think I have an acceptably efficient stroke. But it was cool to see it happen right in front of me. Magic!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Rev3 Quassy Race Report
Well the rumors are true. Quassy is hard.
The swim is up hill, the bike is up hill and the run is uphill...oh and T1!
No but seriously.
I was having a good day up until I got out of the water and looked at my watch. I was feeling good and positive in the water. But I'm amazed that when, for some reason, I race a Half I can only seem to do 1:45 per hundred. How's that happen? I was not working that slow. Perhaps it's the sighting, or the people cutting across you?
Any way up the hill to the bike racks. I was pleased that there were still plenty of ponies keeping my steed company.
The advantage to being a crap swimmer and pretty good on the bike is that you're not lonely once you head out on the road. That's probably my favorite part right now; doing my thing, staying in my zone and passing people on the hills. Albeit some times it's a pretty slow overtake. Plus with such a hilly course you got to have little chats. Like when you hear someone say, "This is the last hill right?" on the first hill.
Then I don't know where this one guy came from but he rolled up to a bunch of us on this steep section about mile eight and was yelling at everyone for drafting. "You're drafting! You're drafting! That's so illegal!" Dude, it's the beginning of a race, we all just got slinkied into this hill, we're going 10 mph on an up hill and there's just not a lot of room or need to pass. Just ride your own race.
Eventually things did string out and I was playing a little leap frog with Ryan Whitehead, although truth be told, I was mostly 20 meters behind him unless it got technical. But then he dropped his chain/his bike wouldn't shift and I didn't see him for the rest of the bike.
Sometimes I fear a turn-around on a course because you see where the competition is. But this time it was nice to be able to count the AG's ahead of me and see that some Pros weren't too far up the road.
The long steady hills on a Tri course aren't really such a bother. Generally you're limited by your zone, be it RPE, watts, or BPM, and you know if you go too high you'll pay for it later. But the constant undulation is a harder game to play. Attack the little hills and while you're HR/RPE isn't high you're making watts and lactate. But then it's down the other side and your HR drops off again and your legs turn to bricks.
Very scenic bike course though. With some nice views, farming country and some ripper descents. I think I hit 48 mph coming back into town. YES!
Awesome coming into T2 and only seeing 5 AG bikes racked. But knowing that my run has been hampered this spring my thoughts went immediately to keeping people at bay.
The first couple of miles went as planned, if not better than planed, but they were also down hill. As usual it took a few for my legs to come around off the bike, but they never really matured into zippy fresh run legs.
I had to stop and pee after mile three. First time I've had to do that. I loosely tried to go while running, but it wasn't gonna happen. I'm sure I only lost like 15 seconds, and I got to take my mind of the run while I contemplated the dense shade of my urine. Akin to not hydrated.
From there it was shady and hilly and lonely. At the mile 5.5 turn around a couple of Pro women passed me and then I saw the hounds. This was one of the turn arounds I fear. But what was I to do? I just kept chugging along drenching myself with water at the aid stations and ticking one mile off after the next.
It took until the second turn around at 11.5 for Mr. Whitehead to pass me back and for Frank Sarosdy to over take me. The latter wasn't very friendly post race, the former was really nice, we had a chat.
To add insult to injury the last mile has just a brutal hill and I watched those guys slip away with nothing to respond with. But the good news is that some guy was gaining on me and I kept him at bay! Even though I think he started 3+ min behind me and would overtake me on the results board.
Such a hard day of racing, but good mental conditioning. And relative to the rest of the field and the course it was a good result.
The swim is up hill, the bike is up hill and the run is uphill...oh and T1!
No but seriously.
I was having a good day up until I got out of the water and looked at my watch. I was feeling good and positive in the water. But I'm amazed that when, for some reason, I race a Half I can only seem to do 1:45 per hundred. How's that happen? I was not working that slow. Perhaps it's the sighting, or the people cutting across you?
Any way up the hill to the bike racks. I was pleased that there were still plenty of ponies keeping my steed company.
The advantage to being a crap swimmer and pretty good on the bike is that you're not lonely once you head out on the road. That's probably my favorite part right now; doing my thing, staying in my zone and passing people on the hills. Albeit some times it's a pretty slow overtake. Plus with such a hilly course you got to have little chats. Like when you hear someone say, "This is the last hill right?" on the first hill.
Then I don't know where this one guy came from but he rolled up to a bunch of us on this steep section about mile eight and was yelling at everyone for drafting. "You're drafting! You're drafting! That's so illegal!" Dude, it's the beginning of a race, we all just got slinkied into this hill, we're going 10 mph on an up hill and there's just not a lot of room or need to pass. Just ride your own race.
Eventually things did string out and I was playing a little leap frog with Ryan Whitehead, although truth be told, I was mostly 20 meters behind him unless it got technical. But then he dropped his chain/his bike wouldn't shift and I didn't see him for the rest of the bike.
Sometimes I fear a turn-around on a course because you see where the competition is. But this time it was nice to be able to count the AG's ahead of me and see that some Pros weren't too far up the road.
The long steady hills on a Tri course aren't really such a bother. Generally you're limited by your zone, be it RPE, watts, or BPM, and you know if you go too high you'll pay for it later. But the constant undulation is a harder game to play. Attack the little hills and while you're HR/RPE isn't high you're making watts and lactate. But then it's down the other side and your HR drops off again and your legs turn to bricks.
Very scenic bike course though. With some nice views, farming country and some ripper descents. I think I hit 48 mph coming back into town. YES!
Awesome coming into T2 and only seeing 5 AG bikes racked. But knowing that my run has been hampered this spring my thoughts went immediately to keeping people at bay.
The first couple of miles went as planned, if not better than planed, but they were also down hill. As usual it took a few for my legs to come around off the bike, but they never really matured into zippy fresh run legs.
I had to stop and pee after mile three. First time I've had to do that. I loosely tried to go while running, but it wasn't gonna happen. I'm sure I only lost like 15 seconds, and I got to take my mind of the run while I contemplated the dense shade of my urine. Akin to not hydrated.
From there it was shady and hilly and lonely. At the mile 5.5 turn around a couple of Pro women passed me and then I saw the hounds. This was one of the turn arounds I fear. But what was I to do? I just kept chugging along drenching myself with water at the aid stations and ticking one mile off after the next.
It took until the second turn around at 11.5 for Mr. Whitehead to pass me back and for Frank Sarosdy to over take me. The latter wasn't very friendly post race, the former was really nice, we had a chat.
To add insult to injury the last mile has just a brutal hill and I watched those guys slip away with nothing to respond with. But the good news is that some guy was gaining on me and I kept him at bay! Even though I think he started 3+ min behind me and would overtake me on the results board.
Such a hard day of racing, but good mental conditioning. And relative to the rest of the field and the course it was a good result.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memphis In May Race Report
In May, Memphis is hot. Sunny, humid and 90 hot.
Sweating while setting up transition hot.
77.8 degree water hot. Making for an additionally hot swim because it's wetsuit legal.
I roughly calculated my 'wave' or AG to start about 50 minutes after the first AGer at 7:15. With the TT start one person entered the water every 3 seconds. So, lets see; That's 20 a minute. 200 every 10 minutes. My number was in the 1000's, which is 5 sets of 200 right? Or five sets of 10 minutes right?
Well for whatever reason my math didn't pan out and I jumped in with the girls starting in the 1100 block. But not to fear! Since it was an individual, or TT start my time started when my chip hit the mat.
But starting so far back still meant swimming, biking and running past a lot of people.
I didn't find a real sweet rhythm in the water, but still made it out in pretty good order all things considered.
In and out of T1 without trying to sprint my way through.
Oh and as an interesting note. Since we had to start the race from the transition area, the transition area never closed. It was really weird to see people milling about and still tinkering with stuff as athletes were coming out of the water. Additionally when the Pros went off at 10:30, people were still finishing, others hanging about and others taking apart transition set-ups. Very odd.
Once on the bike I had to adjust to using HR and RPE instead of Watts and did my best to find a good mix of pushing the tempo, but not going overboard in the HR department. The course was mainly flat but did have a little undulation. The dozen or so 90 degree turns started to become annoying, especially while having to navigate traffic.
I should have stocked the bike better for the heat, but figured my solo bottle would be enough, and I could refuel at the water stops. But it turns out the RD decided one poorly staffed bottle stop would suffice. Plus, it just came out of the blue. Bam! Water! Bam! Nothing!
Let me just say that, yes I should have loaded up with more water, and yes I should have known where the water stop was. I did know there was only one, but when it came I was surprised that was it. When you have a constant stream of a thousand bikers for two plus hours going at least two abreast, having only one guy to grab a bottle from is not a sufficient water stop on sunny 90 degree day. (As an additional aside, the pros didn't even get a water stop, as Matt Gloekler describes here. Ouch)
So after I grabbed a bottle took a couple sips and poured the rest over me I was rest with the last few oz of drink on my down tube.
Shortly before the 'water stop' I was passed by a guy I pretty much started with by passed while he was fumbling to get his shoes on. He was pushing it on a decline, while I was happy to spin it out at 30 mph for a minute. It gave me something new to watch for a while, as he bobbed and weaved ahead of me doing the 'legal draft' around the slower folk. I did the weave here and there but man, this guy was trying to grab every draft off of everyone he passed.
I did catch back up to him and he was nice enough to give me a sip of his water before I over took him. John Hanna, you're a good guy. Also he saw me after the race and we had a nice chat for a minute.
Once I was out of T2 I was astonished to see a pair of guys wearing MickeyDees kits. Hey that's me behind the golden arches! Looks like that guy should maybe look to Bgood for next year's sponsorship....I'm just saying.
With recent ITB issues in my mind I just plopped along for the first couple miles trying to keep things consistent and hopefully throw down some negative splits. And I'll just tell you right now, that's what happened. It was hot and a 7 min/mile def felt like work. It did feel good to hit the turn around and kick things up. There was carnage all over the course and the med/'cooling' tent was pretty busy.
My 2:06 wasn't record breaking but it's a good way to kick off the season considering the conditions and the previous few weeks.
Rev3 ho!
Sweating while setting up transition hot.
77.8 degree water hot. Making for an additionally hot swim because it's wetsuit legal.
I roughly calculated my 'wave' or AG to start about 50 minutes after the first AGer at 7:15. With the TT start one person entered the water every 3 seconds. So, lets see; That's 20 a minute. 200 every 10 minutes. My number was in the 1000's, which is 5 sets of 200 right? Or five sets of 10 minutes right?
Well for whatever reason my math didn't pan out and I jumped in with the girls starting in the 1100 block. But not to fear! Since it was an individual, or TT start my time started when my chip hit the mat.
But starting so far back still meant swimming, biking and running past a lot of people.
I didn't find a real sweet rhythm in the water, but still made it out in pretty good order all things considered.
In and out of T1 without trying to sprint my way through.
Oh and as an interesting note. Since we had to start the race from the transition area, the transition area never closed. It was really weird to see people milling about and still tinkering with stuff as athletes were coming out of the water. Additionally when the Pros went off at 10:30, people were still finishing, others hanging about and others taking apart transition set-ups. Very odd.
Once on the bike I had to adjust to using HR and RPE instead of Watts and did my best to find a good mix of pushing the tempo, but not going overboard in the HR department. The course was mainly flat but did have a little undulation. The dozen or so 90 degree turns started to become annoying, especially while having to navigate traffic.
I should have stocked the bike better for the heat, but figured my solo bottle would be enough, and I could refuel at the water stops. But it turns out the RD decided one poorly staffed bottle stop would suffice. Plus, it just came out of the blue. Bam! Water! Bam! Nothing!
Let me just say that, yes I should have loaded up with more water, and yes I should have known where the water stop was. I did know there was only one, but when it came I was surprised that was it. When you have a constant stream of a thousand bikers for two plus hours going at least two abreast, having only one guy to grab a bottle from is not a sufficient water stop on sunny 90 degree day. (As an additional aside, the pros didn't even get a water stop, as Matt Gloekler describes here. Ouch)
So after I grabbed a bottle took a couple sips and poured the rest over me I was rest with the last few oz of drink on my down tube.
Shortly before the 'water stop' I was passed by a guy I pretty much started with by passed while he was fumbling to get his shoes on. He was pushing it on a decline, while I was happy to spin it out at 30 mph for a minute. It gave me something new to watch for a while, as he bobbed and weaved ahead of me doing the 'legal draft' around the slower folk. I did the weave here and there but man, this guy was trying to grab every draft off of everyone he passed.
I did catch back up to him and he was nice enough to give me a sip of his water before I over took him. John Hanna, you're a good guy. Also he saw me after the race and we had a nice chat for a minute.
Once I was out of T2 I was astonished to see a pair of guys wearing MickeyDees kits. Hey that's me behind the golden arches! Looks like that guy should maybe look to Bgood for next year's sponsorship....I'm just saying.
With recent ITB issues in my mind I just plopped along for the first couple miles trying to keep things consistent and hopefully throw down some negative splits. And I'll just tell you right now, that's what happened. It was hot and a 7 min/mile def felt like work. It did feel good to hit the turn around and kick things up. There was carnage all over the course and the med/'cooling' tent was pretty busy.
My 2:06 wasn't record breaking but it's a good way to kick off the season considering the conditions and the previous few weeks.
Rev3 ho!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Pricey Yogurt
When I first saw siggi's yogurt and it's accompanying $2.50 price tag, my first thought was, "Who would pay $2.50 for a thing of yogurt." Then my second thought was,"Man, I gotta try that yogurt."
But alas my frugality restricted me.
Nevertheless, like the true American that I am, (And Welldini, for that matter) I had a hard time passing by the siggi's on sale in the dairy isle. I think I saved a whole thirty cents but thought of it as research. And as a special treat. And as a reward, for what I'm not sure. But I'm pretty good at coming up with excuses to justify moments of dietary weakness.
But on to the yogurt, or skyr as the Icelandics like to call it.
I didn't realize 'til I got home that the nutrition facts are totally awesome. No fat. Very little sugar, 10 g's. And 16, yes, 16 grams of protein per 6oz cup. Compare that to a Stonyfield Peach with 22g sugar and only 6g protein.
I'm a big proponent of getting protein from natural sources instead of shakes and bars. And this stuff def fits the bill. Granted if you're gonna eat it on a regular basis your food bill has to not be a big concern. But the dollar to gram of protein ratio between Stonyfield and siggi's is about the same.
Also, on the inside of the label Siggi explains that skyr is yogurt with the water strained away, making if dense and equivalent to three cups of 'regular' yogurt.
Plus with yogurt you get Live Cultures. And siggi's Blueberry only has 5 ingredients (plain has three). One of the ingredients being agave nectar and no cane sugar.
The yogurt itself eats more like a mousse than the watery slime we're used to. The down side of so few sugars: it's not sweet. Instead there's a subtle hint of blueberry flavor that's pleasantly lead out by a sharp tang.
It's good stuff and I'd recommend giving it a go. Especially if you've do something worthy of a reward.
But alas my frugality restricted me.
Nevertheless, like the true American that I am, (And Welldini, for that matter) I had a hard time passing by the siggi's on sale in the dairy isle. I think I saved a whole thirty cents but thought of it as research. And as a special treat. And as a reward, for what I'm not sure. But I'm pretty good at coming up with excuses to justify moments of dietary weakness.
But on to the yogurt, or skyr as the Icelandics like to call it.
I didn't realize 'til I got home that the nutrition facts are totally awesome. No fat. Very little sugar, 10 g's. And 16, yes, 16 grams of protein per 6oz cup. Compare that to a Stonyfield Peach with 22g sugar and only 6g protein.
I'm a big proponent of getting protein from natural sources instead of shakes and bars. And this stuff def fits the bill. Granted if you're gonna eat it on a regular basis your food bill has to not be a big concern. But the dollar to gram of protein ratio between Stonyfield and siggi's is about the same.
Also, on the inside of the label Siggi explains that skyr is yogurt with the water strained away, making if dense and equivalent to three cups of 'regular' yogurt.
Plus with yogurt you get Live Cultures. And siggi's Blueberry only has 5 ingredients (plain has three). One of the ingredients being agave nectar and no cane sugar.
The yogurt itself eats more like a mousse than the watery slime we're used to. The down side of so few sugars: it's not sweet. Instead there's a subtle hint of blueberry flavor that's pleasantly lead out by a sharp tang.
It's good stuff and I'd recommend giving it a go. Especially if you've do something worthy of a reward.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Slippery When Wet...And Frozen
More than a couple of times this winter I've heard people tell me that they don't like to ride outside in the colder months because it's too cold, and the roads are dirty and icy.
I agree that the roads are dirty. And there's a lot of salt out there. But when the roads are dry it's not that bad.
And yes it is cold. No two ways about that. Except to gear up and put in two warmers.
But the icy thing I wasn't buying. We had a good deal of snow in December and January with a pretty eventful February. And sure, right after it snows the roads have snow on them. Even once they're plowed the sides/shoulders are ruddy. But I wouldn't really say icy. Of course there is the occasional spot where tons of snow run off congregates in the road and makes a big icy/snowy patch. But that's rare and so blatant it's easy to spot, to slow down for and to avoid unscathed.
However, as of yesterday I have a new perspective and icy road scenario.
Over the past week with a slew of storms passing over the northeast, outdoor riding has been a non-issue. If it was pouring the roads were soaked. And I can do cold, but not wet, and certainly not cold and wet.
We got a break from the rain on Saturday morning and roads were looking dry, which looked good for my 150 minute spin on Sunday. But alas, sure enough drizzle fell from the heavens and the roads once again turned from light gray to dark.
But ever the optimist, I awoke on Sunday hoping that the partly 30% chance of rain would mean a damp but not sopping tarmac and the possibility of further drying.
And I was in luck. At 7 there was no precipitation and I could see the pavement lightening in spots.
I checked the temp to dress accordingly and took note of the 30 degree temp. Humm, below freezing, I thought to myself. Humm, the roads are sill damp from that rain yesterday. Humm, the roads don't look frozen.
If had been my usually lacidasical self I would have gotten back in bed, snuggled with all the peoples, woken at 10, had some breakie and then gotten on the saddle. But I had a Boog to watch later in the day and wanted to beat any possible incoming rain clouds.
Once on the bike I did the tried and true "break test" (thanks dad!) to check the condition of the roads. All skid and no slide, the roads looked good.
I started out as I usually do on my favorite quite lead road, Cross Lane. I was still taking it easy a little easy on the corners as I was warming up. I crossed 128 and came into a little residential area that frequently has water on the road and felt my bike twitch a little as my tires hit the painted lines of a crosswalk. I should have made note of this and slowed up a bit. But instead, made note of it and kept on going.
Next up is the funky little triangle area where Groce meets Standley. And this is where the shaded corner was covered with ice. It's also the place were I slid onto my hip.
Fortunately I wasn't going very fast, there wasn't any traffic and my warm winter clothes added extra scuff protection. It's been awhile since I've fallen on the road and I was due. Hopefully It'll be awhile before I go down again.
Here's a shot one day after.
Bike's mostly okay. A couple of scrapes on the saddle and the bar tape. And my clothing is mostly okay, again a couple of scrapes. The mount for the powertap broke and short of holding it in my hand there was no way to read it while biking. I had to pop back home to switch chest straps to have some HR for the rest of my ride. Why can't polar and powertap get along?
Experience is the best education yah? Next time I'll have to avoid the side roads when it's wet and frozen.
I agree that the roads are dirty. And there's a lot of salt out there. But when the roads are dry it's not that bad.
And yes it is cold. No two ways about that. Except to gear up and put in two warmers.
But the icy thing I wasn't buying. We had a good deal of snow in December and January with a pretty eventful February. And sure, right after it snows the roads have snow on them. Even once they're plowed the sides/shoulders are ruddy. But I wouldn't really say icy. Of course there is the occasional spot where tons of snow run off congregates in the road and makes a big icy/snowy patch. But that's rare and so blatant it's easy to spot, to slow down for and to avoid unscathed.
However, as of yesterday I have a new perspective and icy road scenario.
Over the past week with a slew of storms passing over the northeast, outdoor riding has been a non-issue. If it was pouring the roads were soaked. And I can do cold, but not wet, and certainly not cold and wet.
We got a break from the rain on Saturday morning and roads were looking dry, which looked good for my 150 minute spin on Sunday. But alas, sure enough drizzle fell from the heavens and the roads once again turned from light gray to dark.
But ever the optimist, I awoke on Sunday hoping that the partly 30% chance of rain would mean a damp but not sopping tarmac and the possibility of further drying.
And I was in luck. At 7 there was no precipitation and I could see the pavement lightening in spots.
I checked the temp to dress accordingly and took note of the 30 degree temp. Humm, below freezing, I thought to myself. Humm, the roads are sill damp from that rain yesterday. Humm, the roads don't look frozen.
If had been my usually lacidasical self I would have gotten back in bed, snuggled with all the peoples, woken at 10, had some breakie and then gotten on the saddle. But I had a Boog to watch later in the day and wanted to beat any possible incoming rain clouds.
Once on the bike I did the tried and true "break test" (thanks dad!) to check the condition of the roads. All skid and no slide, the roads looked good.
I started out as I usually do on my favorite quite lead road, Cross Lane. I was still taking it easy a little easy on the corners as I was warming up. I crossed 128 and came into a little residential area that frequently has water on the road and felt my bike twitch a little as my tires hit the painted lines of a crosswalk. I should have made note of this and slowed up a bit. But instead, made note of it and kept on going.
Next up is the funky little triangle area where Groce meets Standley. And this is where the shaded corner was covered with ice. It's also the place were I slid onto my hip.
Fortunately I wasn't going very fast, there wasn't any traffic and my warm winter clothes added extra scuff protection. It's been awhile since I've fallen on the road and I was due. Hopefully It'll be awhile before I go down again.
Here's a shot one day after.
Bike's mostly okay. A couple of scrapes on the saddle and the bar tape. And my clothing is mostly okay, again a couple of scrapes. The mount for the powertap broke and short of holding it in my hand there was no way to read it while biking. I had to pop back home to switch chest straps to have some HR for the rest of my ride. Why can't polar and powertap get along?
Experience is the best education yah? Next time I'll have to avoid the side roads when it's wet and frozen.
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