Quick Battenkill Update
Fred, Norm, JimV, EricO, Joe Mundi, and I and a few other folks lined up in the front row of Cat 4 Grey. There were about 120 people. We talked about strategy, but we didn't really conclude on anything. Except for parking. We nailed that.
Then there were some hills. And more hills. And more. It was a race of attrition, and there were actually absolutely no attacks anywhere. However, the pack was pretty fast, my avg speed was 20.4
I was playing it safe (but not foolish) upfront for most of the time, so didn't know what was going on back of the pack. After Feed Zone 2 (mile 42), it was Fred, Norm and I from the group of 10 we started with. The lead group at that time was maybe 25-30?
I ate and drank every chance I had. I ate like 4 bars, bunches of GU chomps, and my wife and kids gave me bottles twice at the feed zones, so 4 bottles almost gone.
After Feed Zone 2, the real war of attrition started as the hills just got murderous. I found myself with Freddie at the front, and he was trying to coordinate a faster pace for more separation. It was amazing that we still had 20 people after the hell we went through.
Long story short, the lead pack with Freddie pulled away on one of the monster rollers sections, don't know what one.
I formed a chase group with 3 others. I put in a huge effort to bridge the 4 of us together, and then I struggled to do another pull. So one of the 4 was some kind of dickhead, who shouted that I should sit towards the back "if I can't take a pull". Not in a nice way.
I thought about this for about a minute while recovering at the back. (I have to say that intervals are a wonderful thing to get you back up to speed).
Then I took a hard long pull, and dropped the a**hole in about 30 seconds. We never saw him again.
So it was the 3 of us, The Tattoed Guy, Kush, and A Bearded Guy. As we team-time-trialed it the remaining 10km, we had to do frogger around a whole bunch of people from preceding groups who looked like Zombies that just wanted to finish. They were wandering through the road aimlessly, and it was kind of a sad sight.
We came upon on to a Cat 3, who told us he was a Cat 3. I said congratulations. He was a very nice and tall man. He pulled our little train along at 25mph, which was like taking a magic carpet ride.
We pulled into the finish sprint, where The Tattoed One got ahead of me, but I got the Bearded One. We also caught a few stragglers I think on the finishing stretch from the lead pack, and passed them. My sprint actually felt good for a change. Nice acceleration, and power.
I took 19th place. I am thrilled with this, as I think this was a really strong bunch.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/78458415
Btw, they advertised it as 2900 feet of elevation. My ass. 4300.
Then we ate at the Cheesecake Factory. Huge burger, cheesecake, and whatever the kids didn't want. And two beers. All good
Results attached