LGS Women’s Criterium Clinic ft. Marco Aledia and Kristen Arnold

Lady Gnar Shredders is happy to offer our first annual Women’s Criterium Clinic
When: Saturday, June 3rd, 2017 from 9 AM-1 PM
Located at Fort Hayes in downtown Columbus, OH (see map below)

We are very pleased to be working with two amazing clinicians this year, Marco Aledia of Texas Roadhouse Cycling and Kristen Arnold of Velo Classic p/b Stan’s NoTubes.

Cost: $20.00

Clinic Schedule:

9:00 AM:  Registration – You must have your USAC license available.  We will have coffee on-site.
9:30 AM: Classroom based discussion
10:00 AM: Roll out on bikes with your respective clinician
»10:00-11:30: Skills and Drills
»11:30-12:00: Mock Races
»12:00-12:30: Cool down and debrief with Clinicians
12:30-1:00: Lunch

Clinic Details:

Registration check-in will be under the Lady Gnar Shredders tent. We will have water available.  Lunch will be provided and offered at the end of the clinic.  This is a great clinic for all levels to participate in, whether you’re an experienced racer or interested in trying out your first criterium race.  >>Pre-Register Here<<

What to Bring: 

-A working road bike
-Helmet, appropriate cycling clothes, cycling shoes (if applicable)
-Two water bottles with water/sport mix in them
-A snack while you ride
-Your USAC or One Day license
-Some $$ if you’re interested in buying any LGS gear

About our Clinicians:

Marco Aledia started riding at 15 and signed his first professional contract at 19.  He has won over 200 races in his career in addition to being a 5-time Tour of Ohio Sprint Champion and 6-time National Criterium Medalist.  He specialized in criterium racing and is an expert in sprinting.  Marco is enthusiastic to pass along his experience and knowledge to the next generation of racers.  He currently races for Texas Roadhouse Cycling.  Past teams include Shaklee Pro Cycling, LeMond Fitness Pro Cycling, Kenda Pro Cycling, Athlete Octane and Alto Velo p/b Seasucker.

 

Kristen Arnold has been racing bikes since 2012.  She presently races the road season with Velo Classic p/b Stan’s NoTubes women’s racing team. In her first season on the national circuit in 2016, she participated in over 50 major races.  She racked up accomplishments including 4th overall in the Intelligentsia Cup, top 10 at Professional Road Tour (PRT) Goose Island Grand Prix, top 15 at D1 Collegiate Road and Criterium National Championships, and 7th in GC at Green Mountain Stage Race. Kristen has quickly become an expert at racing criteriums with technical turns and punchy climbs. While not on her bike, Kristen is a Registered Dietitian Nutritionist.  She has a private practice nutrition counseling business focusing on athletes.  She is also a head coach with Red Kite Coaching, working with all disciplines of cyclists.

 

For questions about the clinic please contact Tori Steen at toristeen22@gmail.com

Start line address: 546 Jack Gibbs Blvd, Columbus, OH 43215

Race Report: Hell of the South 2017

Race report by Deniece Davis

I was on spring break with my daughter in Helen, Georgia the full week before the race and did not have any plans of racing when I left for vacation, but I did have both my MTB and road bike in the van so I managed to ride a lot during my week in Helen. There was an intermediate 8-mile single track MTB trail (with plenty of climbing) just across the street from where we were staying in downtown Helen, and I took full advantage of slipping out in the early morning to get my shred on.  I also was very fortunate to be able to join Team Brilliant Advice (Kim’s Fiancée’s team) and Team Handmade (juniors) from Cincinnati on one of their road season training camp week rides. We rode 55 miles, over 3 big climbs, for a total of ~5000ft of climbing and I had a blast…it was awesome being able to get a fun group ride in during vacation.

As the week’s end approached it occurred to me that many ladies from our team would be racing on Sunday and I would be missing out…so I had the bright idea of checking around Tennessee for races that I could possibly pick up on my way home. My daughter had plans to visit a friend in Chattanooga, over the weekend, on the way back and this could be a great way for me to kill some time while they hung out. Originally looking for a MTB race I stumbled upon Hell of the South Race put on by Shake-n-Bake Racing and I was immediately intrigued. With a name like that…how could you not be interested? After more research, I found out that this will be the last year for the race (which started in 2010) and it’s described as “a unique racing experience in middle Tennessee, a race that had a bit of the feel of a spring classic like the tour of Flanders or Paris-Roubaix.”  There is a “Race Bible” with loads of helpful information, including details about the course/roads such as, “The course consists of chip/seal roads, un-maintained rural roads, roads with questionable pavement and unfortunately a few roads with excellent pavement. Please use extreme caution on the downhills while we have tried to mark the largest potholes, we just can’t mark them all. Please watch for patches of deep gravel as well.”

Deniece on a ride with Team Brilliant Advice & Team Handmade

At this point I’m still very interested, but contemplating how this will fit in with my previous road race experiences. Pretty much my only experience riding my road bike on gravel is Curtis Creek, during training camp in North Carolina a couple weeks prior, and that definitely was some flavor of hell. I’m thinking if that didn’t prepare me…then nothing will. Plus this race sounds like an awesome challenge so I registered.
The location of the race was in a rural setting very similar to OSRS races I did last year. It wasn’t on my direct path home from Chattanooga but it was only 1 hour out of our way. My daughter was very supportive and agreeable to making the stop, but, after I showed her the race predictor had me coming in second, she very sternly informed me that I had to get first since we had gone to all this bother to get here. We left Chattanooga with intention of arriving about 1 hour before the race start, however, I didn’t take the time change into account, so now we are arriving 2 hours pre-race…this is just more time my daughter has to wait around while mom engages in crazy bike stuff. I really have to get first place now. I made a decision to not pre-drive the course despite having time…this proved to be a good choice given the road conditions. Seeing the roads in advance would have likely given me anxiety and also it would have been very uncomfortable driving that course with another race in progress.

The 2 hours fly by quickly and it’s race time. There are 14 ladies at the start, including 2 juniors. The field is comprised of mainly two teams, Taco Mamacita and Nashville Local Cycling, with Taco Mamacita being the more dominate team. We are given some great tips about the road conditions and informed two cyclists left the race by ambulance earlier in the day with mention of the sections where they crashed, which included a well-marked pothole (that was currently covered in shade) and a washout in gravel on a sharp downhill turn. This was information that I found to be very valuable during the race given I had not pre-ridden the course.

The course was a 17 mile loop with the finish being at the top of the steepest climb. We will ride one full lap and then find the finish line about 10 miles past the start on our second lap. The pace was much slower than I expected initially, several times being slowed by a couple riders from Team Mamacita. I became restless and I found myself floating to the front pushing it up but then I dropped back after I reminded myself I hadn’t ridden the course and had no teammates. The pack remained mostly intact for the first 10 miles of rollers but was shattered when we hit Snake Creek Road climb and now I saw the finishing line for the first time. Snake Creek Road was basically a one lane gravel covered road with some patches of decaying pavement and gradients of slightly over 12% in sections. After we passed over the climb there was a nasty descent with no improvement in road conditions.

“We are given some great tips about the road conditions and informed two cyclists left the race by ambulance earlier in the day with mention of the sections where they crashed, which included a well-marked pothole (that was currently covered in shade) and a washout in gravel on a sharp downhill turn.”

Once we completed the descent we eventually came back onto smoother roads and one lady announced that there were only 7 of us left. The ladies previous controlling the pace, from Team Mamacita, organized the pack into a rotating paceline which we continued for the next 10 miles. I believe our effort here was to ensure the other riders we dropped on the climb would not catch up. The pace was relatively high and we dropped one rider leaving 6 of us, including 1 junior. This was my first time being in a solid rotating paceline during a race and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I also took advantage of this time to size up my competition. As we were continuously passing each other I took note of who was breathing hard on roller/climbs and comfort level of riders on less than ideal road conditions. My plan was to find the one who would attack on the final climb and follow.
At this point, we are nearing Snake Creek Road again for the final climb to the finish line and I take notice one particular rider, who hadn’t previously spent much time in the front of the pack, starting to edge her way up. I watch her closely noting that she seems less winded and somewhat excited. I decide she’s the one. We are now on the climb, the rotating paceline stops, and we are mostly formed into a single line. I am second in line watching for an attack when she comes up beside the front rider and I grab her wheel. They climb steadily side by side and now I know for certain she’s the one. We pass the first finish line marker and the pace is very high for the grade and she is starting to pull ahead of the pack. I stay on her wheel and by the second finish marker it sounds like we have dropped the others then I hear some of them calling her name to encourage her on. There is a sharp hairpin left turn just before the home stretch to the finish. She swings out wide to take the outside line. I immediately recognize this as a skill that I have learned in mountain biking to help ease the pain and avoid having to stop or clip out when taking a steep turn. I realize this is my chance to take the lead. I don’t follow her line. Instead, I take a tight inside line and power myself straight up into the middle of the road and now I’m a full bike length ahead of her. I hear her struggling as she realizes what I’ve done.

There are excessive tire noises in gravel coming from behind me and finally I hear what sounds like a rider clipping out and/or falling gently. I don’t look back. I’m so close but in great pain. I push on nearing the finish line but I start to hear heavy breathing so I know the others are coming. I think of my daughter telling me I have to get first and imagine how disappointed she will be if I have to tell her how I got caught at the finish. So I dig…I dig deep and I pass the line managing to keep the other riders slightly out of my view. I circle back up to the finish and find the others laughing and teasing her about gracefully she managed her mechanical. Her chain is dropped to the inside of her front rings which leads me to think she attempted to shift her rear derailleur to an easier gear but touched her front instead. Then we congratulate each other and make jokes about how our Garmins asked us if we wanted to install an update in the middle of the race. The six of us cool down riding the 7 miles back to the start in conversation.

 

LGS Road Clinic ft. Ryan Gamm and Chris Fischer

The Lady Gnar Shredders are once again hosting the LGS Road Clinic at The Gramercy New Albany, Sunday, March 26th, 2017, from 9a-2pm! LGS is proud to feature cycling coach Ryan Gamm from Red Kite Coaching and Chris Fischer, a Level 1 (top level) USAC Coach.

This one-day clinic is open to both men and women, beginner and experienced riders alike! There will be a $15 suggested donation. This donation supports future LGS clinics, races and getting amazing coaches for you to work with.

AGENDA:
9am – Breakfast (provided) and Meet ‘n Greet
10am – Indoor discussion of road tactics and QA
11am – Outdoor drills and ride on the road where all skill will be covered.
1:30/2 – Meet up at Mellow Mushroom (not included in clinic)

There will be two groups based on skill level.

-Entry Level group is recommended for those who have very little road race experience or are completely unfamiliar with the sport.
-Advanced Level group is recommended for those with prior racing experience.

WHAT TO BRING:
-Road bike ready to roll
-2 water bottles with water
-Cycling kit or comfortable exercise clothes
-Helmet (required) & gloves
-Sunscreen
-Credit card for an LGS t-shirt, donation and Mellow Mushroom! (all donations go to LGS to put on more clinics/races/ etc)

LUNCH OPTIONS:
After the clinic we will all be meeting at the Mellow Mushroom for pizza! This is not included in the clinic but is an excellent chance to talk about all the awesome skills you learned and hang out with LGS.

CONTACT:
If you have any questions or need a bike, contact Meagan Gehrke at meaganLGS@gmail.com

Click Here to Register

Rain Date: April 1, 2017

When: Saturday, March 26, 2017, 9a – 2p
Where: The Gramercy New Albany

Posted in Clinics on March 15, 2017.

Race Report: 2016 Steel City Showdown

Race report by Julia Wu
Photos by Michael Briggs

Photo by Michael BriggsWe all lined up at the start and there were 20 of us. The race director welcomed and thanked us for coming out on Mother’s day and told us that $1000 for the top ten finish and three primes. Everyone was pretty excited about that. The course was four corners with the two climbs (two bridges.) We had a neutral start until the first climb. The pack pretty much hit the bridge at full gas. I was too relax and didn’t get to work till I realized I was all the way in the back chasing. As we quickly descended from the second bridge back to the first corner the group was already very strung out. I was driving the struggle bus that day….legs were not feeling as lively as I wanted. There was a strong headwind at play as well. Every time the pack turn out of the corner you get blasted by the wind and everyone is forced to sprint out of the corner to combat the wind. Being in the back of the pack was the most dangerous place to be. I was bridging tiny gaps the whole time trying to make my way up to the middle of the pack so I can take a breather. Racers were dropping off one by one either blown up by the wind or the efforts up the climbs. I kept telling myself don’t get dropped. I know once I let a small gap open it’ll be over for me. I was so tired during one of the climb I put my head down and the wheel in front slowing drift away. “Come on, girl,” said, Laura Webb. She snapped me out of my daze and I started pushing on top of my pedals to catch up to the racers in front.

Photo by Michael BriggsFinally, we slowed a bit and now with only a dozen of racers left. Maybe it was only half a lap before an attack was launch by Mallory, from VeloFemme. No one seems to be interested. We let her dangle till eventually she got brought back. A second attack by Ellie from Dayton was fired. Ellie ended up putting in a decent effort and she was almost a straight and a corner ahead. Now the pack picked up the pace and started to reel her back in. Once she got reabsorbed her teammate Krystal counter attacked. The pack is tired and kept the pace but didn’t seem to really care to close the gap. Daniella from CASE saw how the pack reacted so she decided to break from the pack and bridge up to Krystal. She end up taking another girl with her and the three of them started working together. Now we all panic and chased. Two of the racer ended up being brought back but Daniella ended up escaping. The pack didn’t realize she was still out on the course. We were happy and thought everyone was back together so we all sat up and padded ourselves on the back. Three laps to go. Everyone is drinking their drink and eating their goo to prepare for the inevitable group sprint. Two laps to go. It was so painfully slow, Laura Webb ended up launching an attack going into the first corner. I was in a good position so I decided to hop onto her wheel. We pushed and pushed. I felt gassed. I looked behind…everyone and their mother was on my wheel. Ugh. I sat up and waited for the racers to go around me and immediately more attacks were dished out. Last lap was fast and the group shattered even more at the last corner. I mashed up the final climb and just bear down to the finish line. Came in tenth.

It was a physically painful race for me. Not sure why….I thought I had my Wheaties in the morning. Sometime you just don’t feel good in a race even if you did everything else right. I was hurting a lot and I was wishing the pack would slow down, when we did I was hoping we would go harder because I want more people to get dropped. It’s a very conflicting feeling. I guess a good rule of thumb is that if you are hurting so is everyone else.

Would I recommend this race? Yes. You should all check it out next year. Great pay outs even for the 3/4 women’s race. Very organized and everyone was really nice. The downtown course is very scenic and enjoyable once you are done suffering from the race.

 

Simon the Cat 1 Cross Corgi

By:  Simon the dog

Have you ever had a moment when you just know.  You know it’s your time to shine.  Did you seize the moment?  Or did you let it pass you by?

I had one such moment this past cross season…

IMG_3063As many of you know I am a huge bike fan.  My mom got me into mountain biking a very young age and it just worked for me.  I loved being on the trails.  Racing behind my mom’s bike at Mohican, cutting off the switch backs and running with the wind in my face.  My favorite moments were group rides.  My mom would show up with me at the trailhead and the other riders would look at me in disbelief!  They judged me by my short legs and small stature–quickly writing me off.  They would try to convince my mom to leave me behind, but she always backed me up with confidence, saying, “Just wait, you’ll see”.  You see, she too had been to group rides where the other cyclists had underestimated her and she knew how satisfying it was to defy them!  I loved the look of shock on the other cyclists faces when I would shred the trails, keep up the whole time, holding my line, and usually beating them to the final trailhead.  I became so good, I even taught my younger sister, Nala, how to shred some gnar.

A few years ago, my mom discovered cyclocross.  It was shortly around that time that she decided I should retire as a trail dog.  I never wanted to (I knew I still had it in me), but she was worried I was going to get hurt.  She kept saying something about ‘being middle-aged’ and having a ‘bad back’-I don’t know what she was talking about.   Anyways, the first cyclocross race I went to I was hooked!  I loved the excitement, the cow bells, barking at racers flying by, and scavenging food dropped by pedestrians!  For some reason I was never allowed to race, I guess there was no corgi category.  But Mom always made up for it by riding together at the end of the day.  She would wind through the woods and fields, with me barking at her heels, and stop at streams so I could cool off.  It was fun, but I dearly missed the thrill of screaming through the woods, chasing after a sick 29er, going breakneck speed.

IMG_3036My favorite races to travel to were the UCI cx races.  Mom always brought me along, she said it made her feel more calm to have my company and I am the loudest cheerer on course!  She can always pick out my barks amongst the crowd when she’s racing.  This past Fall we were at one of my favorite races, the Derby City Cup UCI race in Kentucky.  The course is fun to watch, the people are nice, and at least a few times a day someone drops really good food on the ground.  Unfortunately this year, mom wasn’t feeling 100%.  She had been sick earlier that month (I know because we spent a lot of couch time together) and missed some key workouts.  Her second day of racing really tired her out and I know she was eager to get home and rest, but a situation arose that I decided was my once-in-a-lifetime-dare-to-be-great-moment.  Mom was packing up the car to go home. Trevor took me and little sister Nala for a walk on the far end of the venue–the furthest point away from the course.  He let me off the leash because I am usually the responsible one in the group.  I noticed him look away and in that moment I heard the bell ring at the course and I knew.  This was the moment I have waited for.  The moment I could run in a real Cyclocross race.

IMG_3064I ran over to the course and saw the tail end of the peloton.  I jumped on course and started following, running as hard as I could.  When we reached the sand I noticed the men were slowing down, but I could see some guy further up the course.  He was easy to pick out because he was wearing red, white, and blue.  I decided to pass these guys through the sand and catch up to the course leader.  I passed a bunch of guys going through the sand and caught the lead group of men, the first of whom I think people were calling ‘Jeremy Powers’.  I had enough wherewithal to draft off his and another guys wheel.  I ran so hard it felt like my feet barely touched the ground.  My muscles were straining, my lungs were bursting, and I had never been happier.  And that’s how we raced for half a lap.  I heard the announcer announce my name and people even started cheering for me.   I heard strangers calling my name from the sidelines!  One guy even had food! And I knew that was my prize, so I pulled off to the side to claim it.  He said it was time to find my mom, so I knew my race was over, but for a brief period of time I basked in the glory of my accomplishment.  I raced harder than I ever had, and felt completely content with my effort.

It wasn’t until I saw my mom that I thought maybe this might not have been a good choice.  I guess she had no idea I was living out my dream and had been searching for me all over the venue.  When she saw me being carried by the man, she started crying.  And I thought, ‘uh-oh, I might be in trouble’.  But instead of being mad, she hugged me really hard and said she was glad I wasn’t hurt.  When she was told I was officially a racing dog, strangely, she said, ‘sounds like I have a lot of apologizing to do’.  I guess what I did broke some rules…

IMG_3080She took me up to the race director to apologize and then to the announcer to apologize.  They were both totally cool with it and said no one got hurt so everything was all good.  In fact, the announcer suggested I come back for the podiums-he totally recognized my success on the course.  In grand total we apologized to six different people (which I thought was a little excessive, but mom said was very necessary).  At the end of the race, we went up to the podiums and sure enough, there was that guy in the red, white, and blue and the other guy in green who had won.  I looked at them, these amazing athletes, who have formal training, nutritionists, and teams of people to help them to success, and thought I did it.  I raced with them, kept up, and lived out a personal dream-I felt like I was the winner.  I looked at my advisories with admiration and like something out of a movie, the guy in green called me over, picked me up and held me up with him on the top spot of the podium!  Everyone cheered and people were taking my picture, and I knew I had done it.

You see, I may be ‘middle-aged’, ‘retired’, have a ‘bad back’,  ‘short legs’ and be ‘small in stature’ but I have the heart of a lion, the fight Ali and the courage of conviction to seize my moment–so what’s your excuse not to grasp yours?

IMG_3237On the way home my mom assured me that this truly was my last race participation.  She kept looking at me and shaking her head.  While she kept saying she ‘couldn’t believe I ran off’ and that ‘I was never allowed on a course again’, she had a hint of a certain smell–I think it might have been pride.  Later that evening when I dozed off in the car, I heard her mutter “I have never met another dog, animal, or human being with as much tenacity as him”.  I don’t know what tenacity means, but when she said it, I could hear the smile in her voice.