2019 Race the Lake

Race the Lake is the only actual race we do that hugs Lake Winnebago for most of its 88 miles. Now when I say it’s a race, yes it is an actual race where actual racing teams will race hard, employ strategies, start breakaways, sprint for primes, etc. Those folks start in wave 1, about 8 or 9 waves ahead of us. For me, I don’t mind seeing those riders in the first wave following the flashing lights of the police escort pass me going the other way while I’m in my car just arriving at the race at 5-something-am. I know full well I can sleep an extra half hour because it takes that long to get to waves 9 and 10.

This year was also another edition where one of us couldn’t make it with Paul moving his first-born into college the same weekend. That’s a huge blow for CBC because Paul’s engine runs on Diesel, and his pulls are big pulls. Paul and I had high hopes starting out the year with this race in mind, so we had both signed up (in January mind you) for a wave ahead of where we usually start. However, back issues and a poorly timed medical procedure left my form in a sorry state for most of the year. I ended up turning to help in the form of a personal trainer in the weeks leading up to the race to get back near century-ride form.

Preston and I started in wave 10, and it was a pretty even back-and-forth of carrying each other through long stretches. The first half is always flat and fast. We started a small group off the front right away, but it was hard to find others willing to match tempo. We were able to catch up to and latch on to a bigger group, but their pace ended up higher than what we figured we could sustain, so we kind of meandered amongst small grouplets along the way to High Cliff. High Cliff is where everything blows apart. I managed to eke out a few more watts in a faster fashion than Preston up the hill, but as I sauntered along the top waiting for him to catch back up he took full advantage and zipped by me right before the High Cliff KOM prime (which was taken long before we got there). The second half is hillier and was also much windier this year. The wind was . . . well . . . the wind wasn’t brutal, but it was enough to crush our spirit for most of the second half.

After swapping some lengthy pulls into the wind, we finally wound downhill back towards the shore, heading back to Fon du Lac. I managed to put some distance between myself and Preston riding through town finishing slightly ahead for my only real racing move of the day. At the end, we rode up to the table where they hand you your finisher’s medal (or try to put it over your helmet) while a second person rips the GPS anklet off your leg, which to me was amazing because at that point I wasn’t sure I could bend over to take it off.

All in all, it was a pretty tough day; being down a man and adding a little more wind really took the pep out of our pedals. I think the post-ride picture says it all about how we both may have felt at the end. Although, the post-ride beer and Chili Cheese Fritos mitigated much of that.

2019 Trek 100

Just about every year the three of us try to participate in the Trek 100 and raise money for the MACC fund. Any cause that has to do with raising money for cancer is important, but this is for kids, so I will raise money for this every year even if I can’t ride. I won’t lie, the beginning of this ride is usually hearing stories from families that the organization has impacted, I have a hard time starting without losing it a little. Throughout the day I try to think about that. It’s fun to get out and ride, but at the end of the day, hopefully we are helping in a small way.

This ride is maybe the most challenging century ride I’ve ridden. And it’s usually because of the weather. The first year I did the ride it was 95 degrees and had some pretty strong wind. We’ve had rain a couple years also, 2019 was one of those years. Not sure you can tell from the pictures, but the rain jackets were on and off about four times that day. And it was just Paul and I this year.