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February 17, 2022Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet If you don’t know this rider, look her up. If you do, then you know what a journey she has had over the years trying to find an optimal position on the bike. Everyone has unique needs on the bike, no matter their level of riding. Why? Because everyone is different! There is no one-size-fits all solution when it comes to bike fit. As Ali Tetrick’s goals, fitness, and collection of two-wheeled adventure machines change, so will her bike fit. Not one to hold back, Ali tells us about her rider journey and how Retül has helped her along the way. When did you get into the sport of cycling and how did that lead you to where you are today? I can be a little bit of a “princess and the pea” when it comes to my bike fit. If there is something 0.2 mm off, I can tell you and I will fix it. Or rather, ask the royal “we” to make the adjustment. But I wasn’t always like this… I got into the sport of cycling after college. I was a cowgirl turned NCAA tennis player before I fell in love with bikes, thanks to my Grandpa who was racing and winning well into his 80’s. He is proof that sports and goals know no age. He encouraged me to try bike racing. And so I did, and shortly after trying it I became a professional. My career as a pro launched with an explosive trajectory and I was quickly in orbit. Soon after I entered my first few races, I was off to Europe to represent Team USA. Nothing like jumping into the deep end. Well, I learned a lot and some of it the hard way. Raise your hand if your struggles with clip in pedals led to hitting the ground! I suffered seat pressure issues almost immediately. My saddle height seemed fine but the pain was real. I ignored it for years as a young pro new to the sport because I was worried about upsetting management or being perceived as difficult. When I finally scheduled my first Retül fit, I learned so much about my unique physiology and bone structure, as well as my accumulated injuries that were affecting comfort and performance on the bike. Besides the broken pelvis, traumatic brain injury, strains, sprains and pains, and other sport related issues, I also have a leg length discrepancy. That saddle height that looks normal doesn’t work because my fit needs are not normal, and neither are most riders. Finally understanding what was right for me changed my whole relationship with the bike. And I continue to get regular checks on my fit as injuries, fitness, and life changes my body and fit year after year. That first fit, and all those that followed, have led to a beautiful and productive relationship with Specialized and Retül. I went from racing on the Women’s World Tour to diving into the emerging gravel scene with different bike needs and different geometries and participating and winning events such as Unbound 200 and Gravel Worlds (3x). Needless to say, the distances of my races became much longer and the terrain bumpier. I was fortunate to work with Specialized in developing and launching the MIMIC saddle technology (My Mom is very proud as am I, watch the video and you’ll get why). This team believes in innovation and supporting the rider first. And as we continue to develop and research the best ways to make you more comfortable on a bike, now Retül Premium fit has launched! What are are your current goals on the bike and how did you think a Retül Premium fit would you help reach those goals? Recently, I flew to the Specialized Boulder Experience Center to have a Retül Premium fit with Todd Carver, Head of Human Performance at Specialized. Two new bikes, the Crux and the Aethos (yes, I know I am a lucky one), means two new bike fits. Each bike I own has a different geometry for their specific purpose, ride, and terrain, so my fit on each is also different. Was there anything specific that you wanted the fitter to focus on before coming into the fit session? When signing up for my Retül Premium fit, I was interested in checking out my flexibility and range of motion, and how that has changed the last few years from my increase in miles and time on the bike and the inevitable hitting the ground once or twice. I wanted to see if I had the optimal stack height and reach for performance and adapted to the bike’s geometry and purpose. I was also concerned about a new “’hitch and twitch”’ I had started making a habit of in my left foot pedal stroke. What did you find most interesting about your Retül Premium fit session? Did you learn anything new about yourself? Beginning the Retül Premium fit with assessing my personal flexibility and overall mobility helped us create the “Alison Standard” for my bike fits. Of course, we are all built differently, and we can fit into a bell-curve of data, but I think it is incredibly valuable to see how your own body is built to ride a bike. Once Todd and I determined my data measurements, we were able to fit each bike accordingly. I learned I am more flexible than I thought, and my left leg provides most of the power and stability for my right. Not surprising with how broken that right side has been. What were the changes made to your bike and how did those changes affect your position? We brought down my stack and seat height and scooted the saddle forward to accommodate the tweaks. Not too stretched out. Not too low. Cleat position adjusted slightly for my left leg dominant twitch. Nothing drastic but after a few thousand miles on this fit already this year, I can say even this Goldilocks finds it just right. I am looking forward to continuing to monitor how each fit feels and bring in a MTB soon! Do you think a bike fit is important as part of an overall training strategy? Bike fits help reduce the risk of injuries and discomfort keeping you on the bike enjoying mile after mile. If you can set up your body in the most efficient way on each of your bikes, it will help with power transfer, efficient pedal stroke, and most importantly comfort. I want to be able to ride my bike comfortably and challenge myself with new adventures. That is my goal. Just to keep riding and enjoy it. I like to have a low simmer of fitness as we call it (others might just call it solid base fitness, but I like simmer) to be able to peak as needed, but to also have the luxury of riding my bike at whatever pace and duration that I want. I put a lot of miles on my bike. From events to training to exploring. There is a lot of time on that saddle and in my own head. The Retül Premium fit keeps me aligned and comfortable with each bike and all the terrain and event challenges I tackle. Comfortable riders are happier and that makes you go faster. I promise.  Why do you need a Retül Premium fit? Because life happens. And I keep going back to Retül to assess my current state. And now this process is even more focused on each individual. I have learned that you need a refresher on your fit every few years or for new bikes. Our bodies are constantly changing with age, stress, composition, and injuries. And changing handlebars, seatpost, or the whole frame of a bike can drastically change the set up to reach your optimal fit. How was your Retül Premium fit experience overall and would you recommend a Retül fit to other athletes/ riders? I highly suggest a Retül Premium fit for your performance needs. When we train so hard for event goals and personal records, we need to make sure we are setting ourselves up for success. The Retül Premium fit provides a data system designed specifically for YOU and all your quirks and tight hamstring and college injuries. I can’t guarantee they help with the emotional baggage you bring to your bike, but riding helps my emotional baggage. If they can help keep you be happier on your bike, then maybe a fit is a necessary part of our life therapy. Retül Premium fit. Just think about it as your yearly appointment with your bike doctor. Which is ever more exciting if you have a new bike! Also, the next time you get hurt, take a lot of time off the bike, go through bike and life changes, go get your fit checked out. Remember, we want to be able to ride bikes! Riding bikes with confidence and comfort is the best. Thanks Retül Premium fit. See you on the road, gravel, and beyond! Check out the gallery below to see more behind the scenes of my Premium Fit Session [...] Read more...
February 17, 2022Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Your sights are honed. You have your target in mind. You’re laser focused. You start dialing in your objective. I just hope it isn’t on Bambi. (Whoever put their sights on that baby deer traumatized an entire generation.) As another cycling season gets rolling, there are lots of things to focus on – I get it. But let’s turn our season planning attentions toward something we can rally around, other than the fate of a cartoon critter. Here we are, frantically scheduling, planning, and starting our year. You start filling out your calendar, circling the important days. You cross off the travel days. Rest days fall into place as you need to travel for work and fulfill that life balance. You fill in your kid’s soccer schedule and your parents’ anniversary. Hopefully you’ll mark your own monumental dates as well. Is Valentine’s Day still a thing?There are occasions and goals and events coming your way. Are you ready for them all? Did you color code everything correctly and use the appropriate stickers? Am I the only one who still uses a paper calendar for season planning? I prefer the 8.5×11 spiral bound kind. I track metrics, events, birthdays, and dreams. It’s already February, but there is still a whiff of uncertainty in the air. Do we even like riding with people? Do we still know people? Where can I muster the courage to push myself? Ah. That courage that you need. Where is it? I know I put it somewhere. It’s somewhere deep inside in a very special place, so special and unique that surely I will remember it. So, where is it again? Probably with my keys and calendar. Hopefully I find it all soon because, well, the year is already happening. We have beautiful opportunities: to attend events we have been craving, to push our limits, to see friends, and to cherish the moments we have. But as we start filling the calendar, does anyone else feel that sense of angst, like applying for college again? Are you enough? Are you ready? And do you really want to leave your own comfort zone? I mean, working from home has its challenges. But then, we got used to them. We found our routine and identified what we could control. Is anyone else worried about venturing out into the world? I am. But it comes with the opportunity to reunite with friends and bike family, so… YES! I love the adventure cycling brings me, but I also love the mundane process that accompanies those adventures. I like being able to plan accordingly for my version of the method to my madness. In my case, there is a lot of madness, and not much method, but hey, this is my dance. As we start venturing out into the wide-open spaces, ready to race  and adventure and be human, to see and be seen, how do we incorporate days away from home and the insecurity of the unknown into our season planning? Good question. This is what I have come up with: Make it count – Figure out what matters most to you about experiences with your friends, family, and events. Now, make the most of those experiences. We’ve been waiting a long time for this, so go with gusto.Control your controllables – You can’t dictate how life happens, but you can do your best to be prepared to roll with the punches. If things aren’t quite how you remembered, that’s okay. Embrace the new way and enjoy what comes, you’re ready. Also, I know ‘controllables’ isn’t a word, but I will still use it.Prioritize your priorities – Doesn’t that sounds redundant? Because it is. We all can make time for the things that mean the most to us. So, think about what matters the most to you and don’t let those things slip to the sideline. Hint: your season planning should include all the time with family and friends as well as a bunch of PRs, wins, and all-day rides.Don’t focus on Bambi – We all love adorable critters and laser focus is great, but Bambi was a cartoon character. Make sure what you’re focusing on is real and attainable. We can’t live in a dreamland, but we can create our own reality. One step at a time.But, do focus. Yes. Focus is key. Focus on what matters. See bullet point one. We are entering a new phase of the eternal juggling act. And believe me, sometimes I feel like I can’t even juggle one object. But what we can do is get the best out of ourselves every day. And remembering now that we can venture out with others, we should also remember to look out for one another. The year might look daunting, but if we collectively focus on being the best version of ourselves, together, we are going to be able to hug, celebrate, race, and win. Season Planning in Uncertain Times [...] Read more...
February 18, 2021Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet “Hello, I’m Alison Tetrick.” In my head, I hear this statement in the tone of, “Hello, I’m Johnny Cash”. However, I know I am a little too upbeat for that drawl, so let’s just pretend that it happened. Let’s talk sports for life. Not that sports are life, but how your health, goals, and training regime become an integral part of your lifestyle. Not your identity, but a valuable puzzle piece in this thing called life and the ways we can impact others, and ourselves, with sports. I am a cowgirl turned collegiate tennis player turned UCI World Tour professional cyclist turned endurance/gravel/give-me-back-my-life cyclist and industry consultant.  I have taken a unique path to discover my athletic and career calling. This calling is never complete. I believe in the life-long quest of growth and development. I have been a professional cyclist since 2009 and have raced around the world at the highest levels. My career has taken me to the most beautiful places to race a bike, and also the most dire. Who doesn’t love Belgium in the spring, where every ride includes the shower of manure across your bike, back, and bottles? But that is the beauty and challenge of bike racing. It’s a vaunted position, to be riding with the greatest of my generation, to be told I can win, to be humbled daily, and to occasionally taste that elusive glory that stories are made of. Then, to be able to pivot and walk away with head held high, satisfied with so much completed, and excited for so much yet to be accomplished. Sports don’t define you, they refine you, push you, challenge you, prove you. Sports are the best teachers. From Cowgirl to College Born in Solvang, California and raised on a cattle ranch nearby in Los Alamos, I grew up with dreams as wide as the horizon. If you have ever participated in the CTS Figueroa Mountain Gran Fondo, you know my home roads. I didn’t play organized sports because the commute was too long and there were all the ranch chores to do. But that was perfect. My parents instilled strength and power in their two daughters. Both of my parents are incredible athletes, my dad playing football at UCLA, and they made activity and adventure a part of our daily routine. From throwing spirals before dinner, hiking to check the cows’ water, and horse packing in the wilderness surrounding the ranch. It wasn’t official sport, but it was the foundation for wild and free determination and grit. Cowgirl (or person) Up. I played tennis in high school and earned a NCAA college scholarship and a biochemistry degree. This launched my next phase of my life, working in chemistry research and drug discovery, but I still had the yearning for something directly competitive. I took up endurance running, which transitioned quickly into triathlon, and I found success and gratification. There was something magical about endurance sports. The direct correlation of time and effort into performance. Sports on a graph that I could track. You know the feeling, don’t you? Pure bliss. Discovering the Euphoria of Cycling My grandfather, a 17 x USA Cycling Masters National Champion, kept elbowing me to try racing a bike. He passed away a few years ago but was racing and winning at 85 years old. Proof that sports are ageless.  I thought bike racing was the dorkiest thing I have ever seen. The neon hues, the awkwardly tight outfits, but I made the leap and bought a used T-Mobile bike off of eBay in 2008. I was convinced it was the legend Mari Holden’s steed, but now, I realize, as she has been my team director, mentor and dear friend for many years, we definitely do not ride the same size frame. I clipped in, barely, to the bike and I was riding into my new calling. The wide-open spaces from my childhood beckoned me and I kept riding into the euphoric feelings of freedom and infinite possibility. As the wheel turns, I met Charlie Livermore, who is now a CTS coach, and he helped bring my cycling cadence above 65 rpm. I finally entered my first bike race on Charlie’s borrowed race wheels and Mari’s trusty T-Mobile (ok, it wasn’t hers). And then, winning! My Grampy was thrilled and called immediately after, eager to hear the full race report. And, just around the next corner was my next chapter of life on the bike. The Pinnacle and The Crash Within a few months of racing, I was headed to Colorado Springs to the USA Olympic Training Center for a Talent ID Camp with USA Cycling. Grampy knew what I didn’t: cycling was always in my blood. This is where my career as a professional cyclist began. Racing on the USA National Team, we won the Giro Donne with fellow CTS Athlete, Mara Abbott. Not only was this the first time an American had won the Giro, it was the first time a National team had won the most prestigious race in women’s cycling. It was the best year of my cycling life, and also the worst year. I had a crash that, besides the life flight helicopter ride I don’t remember, shattered my pelvis and left me with a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). Racing in the Pan American Games the next year, I suffered another crash and concussion that exacerbated the previous TBI. It was lights out. On the road to recovery, I was still racing and performing, but life was foggy as I was fighting through depression and many other symptoms from my TBI. This journey is when I realized that identifying myself as a cyclist was wrong. I am not just a cyclist; I am a daughter, friend, granddaughter, scientist, and so much more. Sports aren’t life. They are for life, and that means we need to use them to make us stronger and not suffocate other important resources vital for our well-being. I needed a coach and direction. Creating a Meaningful Return to Racing I was podium presenting at the Colorado Pro Challenge and I met Chris Carmichael and the CTS team who were completing their own ride as part of the CTS Bucket List events. We immediately connected, and as coaches do, he recognized my search for meaning and focus within my sport. He reached out later and put me in touch with Dean Golich. Dean Golich. That name deserves reverence. Dean coached me from 2012 to 2017. He instilled confidence and wisdom in me daily, tempered with high doses of reality. He brought me from a trepidatious road racer to standing on the UCI World Championship podium and then onto winning and setting the course record at the DK200 (now UnBound) and 3 x Gravel World Champion. Through his guidance, I learned to recognize when I wanted to move on from road cycling and chose my own destiny on the gravel roads that were calling me. The decision was mine. I just needed to make it. Creating Opportunities Through Sports Transitioning from road racing to gravel events, I began working with Adam Pulford. Coach AP. Adam is one of the smartest individuals I know, and he just gets me. I still train almost the same amount, but I have the experience now to train smarter and more efficiently. Sometimes we need to be reined in and inspired, and other days we need to be encouraged to push our limits. Most importantly, coaches understand life balance and when you need to take a week off with your family to go wine tasting, because that may improve performance more than that set of intervals previously on the schedule. And by the way, it is always the perfect time to spend time with family, especially with wine tasting. I am excited to share with you the lessons I have learned, and continue to learn, from CTS. I love structured workouts as much as you, but also, using sports as a tool to empower and create opportunity is critical to my success not only as an athlete but as a human being. I am Alison Tetrick, and CTS has changed my life by putting my health and happiness at the forefront. I look forward to sharing my stories from the road and gravel with you. For now, cheers to the good life we can all share. Just remember, you are more than your sport, but sports empower your life. What are we going to do with it? [...] Read more...
October 8, 2020Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Announcement! 🥁 We made things! 💃🏼 I am so excited to launch my latest project – custom bandanas with all of my favorite things. Wild West. Eternal Summer. And the joys of critters, 🍕, and 🍩. Check them out here! The goal with this project is to help create the much needed increase of opportunity and accessibility in cycling through scholarships and mentorship. Let’s giddy up to increase the inclusivity and equality in our sport by supporting great development programs, such as NorCal High School Cycling League. As you know, I love rocking the bandana. Who doesn’t? It keeps the dust from the gravel roads out of my nose, useful to wipe the inevitable snot off of well, everywhere it goes, and is a useful and fashionable staple. Now it is an important accessory for my snack stops along my rides these days. I partnered with Oso Creatives (powered by 💪🏼 Specialized Bicycles teammate and designing queen, Sarah Sturm) to create these one-of-a-kind bandanas that bring to life why we ride and enjoy the outdoors. It is more than just the bandanas. Proceeds raised from the bandanas will go towards creating scholarship opportunities to bring more women and diversity into the sport of cycling. The first scholarship will be designated for the NorCal High School Cycling League to fund a year’s worth of high school racing for a student-athlete. All will be eligible to apply! I selected NorCal High School Cycling League (a member of NICA) for the first recipient because they are my local community and I can be right there with them every pedal stroke of the way. If we can get these scholarships completed, I will expand to other programs to support in order to continue to bring funding into valuable resources investing in equity and diversity. It is about fun, inclusivity, character, education, and community. [...] Read more...
April 28, 2020Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Are you feeling a little trapped these days? Is “hamster on a wheel” your new spirit animal? As many of us are required to “shelter in place” due to the pandemic and most events have been postponed or canceled for 2020, it can be difficult to be motivated to train. Depending on your location, you might even be entirely sequestered indoors. I am currently in Petaluma, California and fortunate that riding outdoors, not in groups, is recognized as a safe and healthy activity as long as it is done responsibly and in a self-supported manner. But to limit the increased risk inherent in outdoor activities and for the safety and protection of us all, I still spend quite a bit of time indoors. If you are like me, you love riding your bike for the pure bliss of exploring the outdoors and soaking in the sunshine. Spinning in place and going nowhere will never be as inspiring as those coastal vistas and bakery destinations. In this time of crisis, it is important to stay healthy, both physically and mentally. Exercise can really help for not only overall health but also for an improved mental space. But if sitting on a trainer makes you want to repeatedly hit your head against a wall, which is not good for your brain, heed some of my tips for indoor training and use them to stay motivated and keep pedaling. Just keep pedaling. Bikes aren’t canceled. 1. ESTABLISH GOALS Before you even get started, document what you want to accomplish during this time. Yes, you can have big dreams about future races and adventures, but also achievable goals you can do right now whether it’s simply pedaling a certain number of days a week or working on a particular weakness on the bike. What can you control? What can you work on? 2. EQUIPMENT Smart trainers are all the rage and they are worth it! You can sync it to Lezyne GPS Devices via FE-C, apps, training programs, games and social platforms galore. Wear a heart rate monitor as well to more easily track your effort. Remember, your heart rate might be a little higher on the trainer because of heat, lack of air flow, etc. BROWSE LEZYNE GPS DEVICES 3. STRUCTURE Whether you are using a coach, or an online platform, having structure in your trainer efforts makes the time fly by, as well as gives you a purpose and a goal. This could be a great time to get a coach to help you come up with a plan or use the resources online such as Carmichael Training Systems (CTS), TrainerRoad, Sufferfest, and TrainingPeaks. I love the structure my CTS coach gives me. It helps me balance work and training time, while staying focused on my goals. 4. INTENSITY With that structure, this is a great time to work on building your threshold and capacity through high intensity workouts. I find it easier to do super high intensity workouts on the trainer because you don’t have to worry about external hazards such as obstructions, terrain, and vehicles. On a trainer, you can really hunker down for your efforts and lay it all out there. If you go so hard you might collapse, well, at least there may be a couch nearby. Also, the harder you go on the trainer, the less time you have to spend on it! 5. ENTERTAINMENT What do you do on the trainer besides structure? Find something entertaining! I am lucky I find myself very entertaining, so I haven’t really struggled with this part. I do enjoy the guilty pleasure of a romantic comedy or the latest cheesy show that I am binge watching on Netflix. When on the trainer, there is no judgment in what you are watching! I am not on Zwift (I will be very soon!), but I know many people love the thrill of meeting up and racing their friends online. Whether it be music, a television show, or a video game, if you can find something you enjoy doing, while riding the trainer, it won’t feel as monotonous. 6. MULTITASKING Most of the time, I try to remain focused on my training program and the task at hand. But, the trainer does offer the ability to multi-task. You can answer a few texts, take a conference call on mute, or just zone out. This would be dangerous if you were riding outside, but the trainer is a great controlled environment for structured training and the ability to “text and ride”. Technically, you can clock into two offices at once! 7. CALL YOUR GRANDMA Really, if you are riding easy just to move your legs, you might as well call your grandma, your mom, your cousin, your roommate from college… you get it. I am sure they would love to hear a story about your epic trainer workout. 8. SOCIAL MEDIA LURK Like a few posts. Make a social media account for your cat. Whatever you do, don’t hit like on an ex’s photo from six months ago. Tag me in a story on Instagram (@amtetrick). I am sure I would love to hear about your epic trainer workout about as much as your grandma. 9. VARIETY Don’t just sit on the trainer! Try other exercises that you usually say you don’t have time for. I am doing 40 push-ups a day and just added some core work into my daily routine. It isn’t all about the bike. Ready to hop on a trainer? This is a really easy 1 hour workout provided by CTS. If you love power numbers, you can go off of your functional threshold power (FTP). FTP is your highest power output that you can sustain for 45 to 60 minutes. Do you want to know your FTP? This is a great opportunity to test it on the trainer. FTP can be tested by a 20 minute all-out effort. Warm-up for about 10 minutes and then hit the gas and see what happens after going as hard as you can for 20 minutes. This 20 min average power number is then multiplied by .95 and you have a good idea what your FTP is. This number is what most training programs are built around and gives you a baseline for creating workouts and tracking your progress. Don’t have a power meter or don’t care? The rating of perceived exertion (RPE) has been shown to be quite accurate and is a great tool to measure your effort. Note from Lezyne: Structured workouts can be followed on your Lezyne GPS via Today’s Plan and TrainingPeaks. Lezyne GPS Devices have a “Stationary Trainer Mode.” This tells the device to not look for a GPS signal, but still allows you to record sensor data or run a workout. STATIONARY TRAINER MODE INSTRUCTIONS WARM-UP: • 4:00 Easy• 1:00 75% of FTP or Rating of Perceived Exertion of 6/10• 1:00 Easy• 1:00 100% of FTP or RPE 8/10• 1:00 Easy• 0:30 125% of FTP or RPE 10/10• 1:30 Easy MAIN SET: Repeat 3 x • 5:00 90% of FTP or RPE 7/10• 3:00 100% of FTP or RPE 8/10• 1:00 110% of FTP or RPE 9/10• 4:00 easy spinning recovery at 50-70% of FTP or RPE 3-5 COOL DOWN Quick and easy, and a burner! Enjoy the training and stay safe and healthy. CHECK OUT ALISON ON INSTAGRAM [...] Read more...
January 30, 2020Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet The road may seem to go on forever, but if you are doing it right, the party never ends. Welcome to the unofficial Gravel Worlds. It was time to set sail again as the endless roads of Nebraska beckoned me with a siren’s song. I have never considered myself much of a pirate. A cowgirl, yes, but a pirate no. At least both characters wear boots but let’s be honest, the ocean kind of scares me. There is so much that is unknown and the depths are endless. Haven’t you heard of Davey Jones’ locker? I felt like I was headed there but instead of setting sail into the ocean, I was pointed straight into the plains of Nebraska. Sometimes we just have to be a pirate on a bike. If you need to shiver me timbers, or whatever they say, you might as well be on two wheels and have a bike party. Bike parties never stop. Gravel roads go on forever. The glory, jewels, and personal accomplishments abound. In this case, the booty was a sword. A legit sword. Ahh, don’t get me started on the winner’s sword. I was fixated. I needed it so badly. I tried to ignore it. Don’t look at the sword! But still the sword spoke to me. It resonated within my soul. Never show a pirate the loot before they’ve conquered the course. It’s a distraction. Even now it makes me digress. SETTING THE COMPASS TOWARD THE SWORD This year has been long and full of life changes and adventures. Yes, I have been everywhere and yes, I am a bit travel weary. It has been race after race of defending a title only to have a sinking vessel in the end. Dethroned as the Queen of Kanza, was I going to have to lose my pirate swagger as well? As I boarded the plane to Lincoln, Nebraska, I did so with dread. I knew I needed to walk the plank at Gravel Worlds but was I ready? Could I muster the courage and strength? No was the answer that seemed to keep rolling in on the waves. I couldn’t find my sea legs. Nevertheless I thought I might as well go to plunder, support a thriving community, and really, just ride the 150 miles. Might as well keep moving. Truth be told, I was struggling to find my race face. I mean, we all have to put our bibs on one leg at a time right? Sometimes that is the hardest part, just getting to the start line. Not to mention it starts in the early morning blackness at the cruel hour of 6am. Would that black night turn into foreboding red skies at morning, that bring the shepherd’s warning? I needed a theme song. We all need a theme song, right? Especially pirates. I had to pull out my favourite Texas country artist, Robert Earl Keene, for a little motivation to find my cowgirl style of piracy. Humming “the road goes on forever and the party never ends” seemed apt. Sure, why not. I had a little pep talk with Kristi Mohn. She might be the true Queen of the Kanza, as she runs the race, finished top ten and gets more women on gravel every single day. Mohn is the true pirate between us. We decided to gain strength with each other and just get after it. We were going to hoist our sails and tackle the course. Win, lose or draw we would be proud of the effort entailed and make it an experience to remember. That was our race face. It was how we dug up our inner pirate so it could whisper chants in our head that felt like they’d whipped in on a wild ocean breeze. “Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colours high. Heave ho gravel grinders and racers, never say we die.” It was going to be big girl chamois time whether we liked it or not. A MELODY IN MY HEART, AN AWAKENING OF THE SOUL Nebraska gravel is reminiscent of a beach and our bikes are the ships. The gravel is like small polished marbles that look smooth but can offer an unexpected undertow. You can walk barefoot on it. I have. I tested it out with my feet as I stayed up through the darkness cheering on the last finishers. I know this gravel. It knows me. But, will it reveal the X on the map that leads me to the sword? Bring me the horizon. Bring me the sword. It was time. It was dawn. I can’t tell you if the sky was red. It was dark. It was time to race. The race beginning was fast and aggressive, with only the lights on our bikes leading the way. They flickered in the early morning dimness like lanterns. Mist rose from the corn fields and the sun sneaked from behind the looming darkness slowly and gently. And then, fire in the hole! A break of men went up the road, and I made the selection of the lead group. It was like riding in a convoy. I became so centered. I became so open to the noise, the sound, the feel. The churning of the pedals. The crunch of the gravel. The rhythm of the breathing. It felt like we were rowing a boat along the ocean. Instead of grumbling and desolation, I had an awakening of the soul. You can’t blame it on the rum, you can blame it on the moment where I let go of control and was raptured by the bike. I had a melody in my heart. It was a song that oozed from my depths. This was unexpected. I found serenity in the suffering. I sang, “the road goes on forever and the party never ends…” The Nebraska plains rolled into the horizon like a constant set of waves. The momentum was continuous. I don’t think my singing was appreciated, but I believe that ultimately we were all humming the same song. We found our commitment. We found our day. This was a cause that was far from lost. Even though I was a bit marooned in the last few miles, I finished with a record shattering time that averaged 19.6 mph for over 150 miles with 10,500 feet of climbing. The sword was mine. The sword defined this year and this event. I found focus and joy in riding my bike with an incredible community that has banded together through some tough times and stormy waters. They found strength in the sword and Gravel Worlds. I was awarded the QOM jersey by a family that has lost so much yet found joy in sharing the passion of the bike and their home roads. We cried. We hugged. We just knew this was a moment to celebrate life, bikes, and resilience. It gave me a purpose to be there. I do not wear this crown or take this sword lightly. This is the year of the sword. This is the year to find strength that you didn’t know you had. We all do these events to challenge ourselves and find something on those open roads. You are the captain of your own ship, regardless of whether you like it or not. My boat is mine and we all can weather the storm as long as we adjust our sails. We can find joy in the travel, even if the result isn’t what we wanted. Pirates are still going to explore and capture the day because they can and we are still going to ride our bikes all day because we can. You better believe that I am going to use this sword in the best of ways. It has already worked on the group ride. I wish I had known how effective it was before. I would have spent more time shouting, “bring me all the crowns at the top of the hill and stay orderly, or you will walk the plank”. Even though mayhem and madness is the name of the game on the group ride, mutiny is not an option when you’re wielding the sword. This was my Gravel Words. We all set sail on the gravel seas as pirates and adventurers. The thing about gravel, is it is quite like the ocean. It is consistently changing, unpredictable. If only the seas were gravel, maybe I would be a sailor. But for now, I will stick to the gravel and brandish my sword. It turns out not all treasures are silver and gold, some treasures are the experience and connection. Or a sword. And yes, I will take that sword but even without the sword I wouldn’t replace this day for anything. Whether you are a pirate or a cowgirl, keep those gravel roads endless and keep that bike party going. Make it fun. Make it yours. Make it the year of the sword. 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January 26, 2020Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Armadillos, dust storms, lightning, wind, and rain. Oh my, it was a Dirty Kanza to be remembered, but it is not as if this 200 mile (320 kilometre) gravel event knows any other way. The yellow brick road of the gravel kingdom doesn’t lead you to the Emerald City, instead, it takes a right turn on an unmarked path in the prairies of Kansas, through a cattle pen, and into the Flint Hills. This road is riddled with flint rock, mud, manure, sweat, and dust. A pair of sequin shoes, or even a belt buckle, can’t protect you from the obstacles you will face. There is no wizard that will make your gravel dreams come true. You have to own your individual dreams and outcome, but at least there is a hug and a beer at the finish line. This is the Dirty Kanza. This is the annual pilgrimage on the yellow brick road by all gravel enthusiasts and cycling industry alike. I returned to the Dirty Kanza 200 as reigning Queen of the Kanza and loved coming home to where it all began. Alison Tetrick winner’s buckle from the 2017 Dirty Kanza 200 The best journey takes you home, and in this case, home is Emporia, Kansas. There is no place like home. It is interesting how in our lives how we can measure our individual progress and pivot points with yearly bike events. I can’t be the only one that does this. Last year at Kanza, it was my first gravel race and after taking a shot from that flask, I haven’t looked back. Don’t we all have mile markers like that? I have loved transitioning into an endurance rider and finding a new community and home through gravel events. With this passing time, comes experience, and experience is a fickle critter. With your past experiences, you can better prepare for not only the present situation but also all those future plans. Yet, with that awareness come all the memories and baggage attached. Memories of the challenge and the work along the way. Memories of the suffering and dark and beautiful places you encountered. With experience, you know what is coming. I tried to make the most of just that with my equipment, nutrition, and mental preparation. Gravel racing is an adventure in itself and you need to be prepared to take your bike and body to its limits in order to complete the event. It has been fun geeking out on the equipment and product with Specialized as we continue to innovate and design for a gravel specific approach. Some experiences are simply priceless. The early morning start of the Dirty Kanza began dramatically as a huge thunderstorm of biblical proportions rolled through town with lightning, hail, winds and heavy rain. The race was delayed 30 minutes. I could only imagine a few people that were excited for the now muddy roads. I wasn’t one of them.  The race began quickly with a tailwind and wet gravel roads as the anxious pack began navigating into the plains. We passed turtles hiding from the thundering herd of cyclists, and horses running alongside of us in perfect echelon formation. We hopped cattle guards and entered the open range. The front group was established before the first checkpoint and I was with them along with Kaitie Keogh. Two-time winner Amanda Nauman was not far behind in a chase group. We had ourselves a bike race. As the race unfolded over 12 hours, I was conscious of all the ebbs and flows that the day can bring. I was far from the ocean but I felt the waves of emotion and mental acceptance flow in throughout the day. Maybe it was the amber waves of the grain I was seeing, or maybe it was a mirage, but I was just so aware. We all want to write our own story, but sometimes we are left writing about what really happened and not what we dreamed of. We passed a tree that was struck by lightning and it was split in half and still smoldering with orange flames. I considered this a sign that maybe lightning could strike twice on this iconic day, and I also thought of Kansas City BBQ. What felt sudden, was probably a slow burn of the fast pace and I was alone a little sooner than I wanted to be before Checkpoint 2. Well, I did say we would all most likely find ourselves alone out there. I wasn’t surprised with that, but I knew what was waiting for me down the gravel road ahead. “Hello, darkness, my old friend,” I found myself muttering. At least with the tune of Simon & Garfunkel’s “The Sound of Silence” running through my head I momentarily had a soundtrack for my mental meanderings. EMBRACING THE INNER CRAZY Gravel racing and endurance sports tend to bring out these beautifully raw and dark sides of ourselves. It is what drives us and what makes us question our motives and commitments. You have three choices when faced with this side of yourself; you can panic and run from it, you can ignore it and try to drown it out, or you can embrace it in all its vulnerable chaos. We all have that dark side. This is why we do what we do. It can be filled with doubt, insecurity, fear, and comical hallucinations. It can be filled with motivation, dedication, and driving inspiration. I like mine, it reminds me that I am alive, complex, and have a quaint ability to trick myself into suffering more than most. I look forward to when I get to meet this side again. We like to put it in a box in the back of the closet of ourselves and not invite it to dinner parties. The good thing is that our crazy doesn’t need any invitation to Dirty Kanza. Spend some quality solo miles in the Flint Hills and let your crazy fly out. Your pinball brain can run wild and free, and suddenly the race entry is cheaper than therapy. I would like to say I was able to channel this inner crazy for a great feat, but it was a struggle. The last 120 miles where a game of leap frog, cramping, and fighting through the elements. It was hot, humid, and windy.  But all the riders were facing the same conditions and you can only follow your own yellow brick road. My first cramping occurred when riding with a group of four when I ran over a dead armadillo. Crunch. As I flinched on my bike, my quads lit up. I screamed. The riders looked back, and I didn’t see them again. I guess the armadillo had a worse fate before he caused my jolt of pain. At one-point Amanda had passed me, and we were under five minutes behind Kaitie. Then I passed her later as she entered her own dark period of struggle. It was a fight. It was a fight to pedal hard, stay focused, and keep targeting the crazy for good. The trick is to embrace your crazy but not let it take over your forward progress. Here are some of my tips to accept crazy and harness it for positive momentum: Follow your own yellow brick road. Yes, you need to follow the course map to complete the route, but stick to your race and your plan. You can let other’s pace challenge you, but you also want to finish strong. It is okay to roll the dice a bit but be smart with your efforts. Find your own motivation that inspires you to be there. They don’t have to be someone else’s goals, they can just be yours. What do you want from the day? Stay grounded in the race against yourself. Don’t panic. Nothing will ever go perfectly. The food you have trained with might suddenly make you want to chuck it or you may have a mechanical at the worst time. Take a deep breath, relax your body, and gain perspective back on what your yellow brick road is, and what motivates you. The more calm you are the more you will be able to react to the changes. Count. Yes, I count to drown the crazy. For about 25 miles, I couldn’t get past the number 3. I usually can make it at least to 8. I paced my counting with big deep breathes to try to get rid of the cramps and also with my big belly breathing to drown out the crazy in my head. If that fails, try a song. Beef sticks and beer. I did stop with some locals offering beef sticks and beer. I mean, when all else fails, how do you go wrong with that? Sometimes a little refreshing distraction can make you take yourself less seriously and then you can refocus on your task at hand. A NEW ROYAL CHAPTER There was something magical about this Dirty Kanza. I was extremely tuned into my emotions as I fought for a win and then accepted second place. I even started writing this blog in my head. I found composure in each stage of the race as it transpired. I had a late mechanical that almost finished my day and as I was on the side of the road, I watched Amanda pass and I cheered her on. I realized there was another chapter in this story. Third place it was, but there were no regrets on the effort. I was able to come down the finish chute with a pure smile of joy, relief it was finished, and gratitude to the community. It was a sense of satisfaction and pride that I hope all were able to enjoy. We all toed the line for the Dirty Kanza to get the most out of ourselves on that day. It isn’t always ideal, but you can prepare for all the scenarios you can imagine. The prairie gremlins might still throw a wrench in your spokes, but you will persevere. I am proud of our new Kanza champions and their efforts, as well as everyone else out there and the support crews, fans, and race promoters. You can’t go wrong when competing in the Dirty Kanza. They say heavy the head that wears the crown, but I say, once royalty always royalty. You will still see me sporting my belt buckle. It only took about 12 hours after the race for me to start planning my next buckle attempt. Who knows where my yellow brick road will take me next, but I imagine it is glittering with gravel.Alison Tetrick is a professional cyclist for Specialized Bicycles and while she may have had to pass over her Kanza crown she still reigns as gravel world champion. You can find her on Twitter, Instagram  and if you want to read more of her entertaining writing you can check out the related posts below and also visit her website. [...] Read more...
January 26, 2020Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Every day is a reason to celebrate, and what better way than a good old-fashioned bike party? You know, that kind of ride that delivers pure stoke and reminds you how vivid life can be?   Dinner parties are passé. You don’t have to make a casserole or a dip to get a pass to this party. You just need yourself, your bike, and your party bibs. I mean, do casseroles even know how to half-wheel or send it? We all know a good recipe is the key to success of any party. But what about a bike party? When it comes to planning one, think of it like a chicken pot pie but with your favorite hot sauce on top. It’s a confetti pile of sweet and savory goodness wrapped up in the finest flakiest puff pastry dough; an explosion of comfort, flavor and laughter. Add in that exciting burn from the hot sauce and you’ve got all the things that warm your heart and test your lungs. Bon Appetit!     The Bad-A$$ Bike Party Chicken Pot Pie Recipe  Cooking time: how much time you got? Serves: The Hearty and Adventurous   1. But first coffee. No day or ride should ever start without coffee. I’ve got a latte problems, but coffee isn’t one of them. There’s no better match than a bunch of cyclists at a Peet’s Coffee imbibing a fresh-roasted blend of caffeine with the perfect balance of bitter, rich, and dark flavor.  2. Something warm, sweet and flaky. We don’t want our training partners to be flaky, but we sure don’t mind a flaky, buttery croissant or scone. Because sometimes you really must indulge. And a good bike party requires a double dose.  3. 100 of your closest friends. Guess it goes without saying – this is the main ingredient, and the more the merrier. You will meet like-minded folk that enjoy exactly what you do and are your perfect shade of crazy. You will talk about your spirit animal and your fitness goals. There is a direct relationship between the amount of coffee consumed and the number of friends made. Drink coffee. Make friends. Ride bikes. About now is the time to turn the heat up for a strong simmer.  4. Octane and Roctane. When the bike party starts to hit that heavy boil, we need to get fired up alongside. GU Energy Labs covers the electrolytes and turbo fuels when the going gets intense. Race cars and race horses require the highest-octane fuel and so do we.   5. Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase. No need to worry when the Specialized Wagon of Wonder is behind you, supplying fuel, supplies, some hearty good cheer… not to mention materializing a fully stocked pop-up shop at the top of Mt. Madonna. Voila!  6. A Dollop of Whip. This isn’t your normal serving of whip cream. This is your steed. Your chariot. Your best friend. Your whip! What bike to ride, you ask? Every ingredient of the bike party is carefully chosen, and your whip should be no exception. I tend to put a spoonful of gravel in all my rides. For most of my Peet’s Coffee AMT Adventure Rides, I ride my Specialized Roubaix with 28mm Tubeless Tires and Roval CLX32 wheels. The gearing on that bike is 46-33 with a 10-33 cassette so I can cover all the steeps, the highs and lows, and the in-betweens. A versatile steed, indeed.  And if I really want to bring the heat, I’ll spice it up and take along my ‘mullet’. Business in the front and party, well… everywhere. The SRAM Force eTap AXS 1x front and 10-50 cassette in the back provides some serious bite!   7. Meat Sticks and Cheese. Because isn’t charcuterie and cheese its own food group? I think so. No bike party is complete without the addition of some salami, prosciutto, and your finest Northern California cheese for garnishing. If you need to sprinkle some potato chips on top, I won’t judge your salty pleasures.    The Secret (Hot) Sauce  1. Splash of bourbon. Need I say more? It really compliments the intensity of the “burning quads” flavor.   2. Happily-Ever-After Party. Amount varies… basically until you realize you’ve been in your chamois too long. Finishing off with friends at Specialized or at our local Specialized dealer really rounds out this recipe. We laugh about that attack to the city limit sign, award King and Queen of the Mountains and just generally have our day’s bragging rights. Before you know it, we start devising our next ride recipe over a beer. Or for lighter hydration, you know there are no laws with claws!  This recipe doesn’t have a soul until the people arrive. The most important ingredient to any bike party is YOU and your crew; come one, come all. We start together. We finish together. We jostle for K/QOM’s and we cheers the day. Are you ready to get cooking?? Look for me on the road (@AMTetrick) and at more bike parties to come. Thank you to Specialized and all my sponsors who allow me to share my passion with you. Life happens. Bikes help. [...] Read more...
January 26, 2020Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Do you want to go on a trip of a lifetime?  That was the title of the e-mail forwarded to me one morning from Stephanie, a product manager I work closely with at Specialized.  Define ‘a trip of a lifetime’. This woman served in the Peace Corps when I was playing collegiate tennis and growing mutated DNA strains in petri dishes. Yes, there was a life before bikes.   But ever since I met the bicycle, I have done my fair share of exploring and pushing my limits. From racing around the world at the highest levels to conquering terrain and distances I didn’t know were possible.  But a trip of a lifetime? Tell me more.  The answer: bikepacking in Kyrgyzstan. Don’t judge, but I needed to google Kyrgyzstan. Camping? I don’t camp. Do you know me? At this point, camping to me was the Holiday Inn. That’s rugged enough. Ever camped? Nope. So, what will you need? Everything. Do you have a sleeping bag, tent, or mat? Nope. So, you need everything. Everything.  I ordered what I could on Amazon that would be delivered in time, including freeze dried food, a tent, a mug, and a spork. Yes. A spork. They said I needed one of those. I packed my bags, bike, and spork, and off I went.  Traveling to Kyrgyzstan is a time investment.  With a delayed flight in LAX, I would miss my connection in Beijing which would put me in China for over 24 hours and that requires a visa. The airline told me that I could be deported and never make it to my final destination. Deported like, put in jail, or just sent back to the United States?, I asked. And can I still get miles for that? I made it to China and was thankfully not deported, however, I missed my connection as promised. The airline gave me a hotel, and I awkwardly discovered the room came with a roommate. Who knew.  Four flights later, via a rented bed in an airport, I made it to Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan.  The Mediterranean climate welcomed me with views of a bowl of agricultural abundance filled to the brim and surrounded by high mountain passes laced with snow. This place was beautiful, and this was only the beginning. I met my driver, who did not speak English, and off we went for a day in the car to meet the rest of the team. After several hours of driving, we took a left turn onto a gravel road that stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. He pulled over at a cluster of yurts, the first civilization we had seen for hours, and quickly leapt out to embrace his friend and deliver the melon we stopped to pick up from a roadside stand on our way.  He gave me some homemade vodka that he’d distilled out of grapes in his bathtub, and we ate goat butter, skillet pancakes and horse stew. I was told I needed to drink vodka before and after every meal to ensure I wouldn’t get sick. Twist my arm, I will have no problem following that rule.  We sang, danced and laughed, as he put a fur coat on me and a feather in my hair. These are my people. I was content. No, those are your people, he expressed, as he animatedly motioned in an outside direction. I didn’t believe him, but sure enough, my team from Serk Cycling, Specialized, and CyclingTips were riding right by us! We ran outside to motion them down, and they were equally shocked to see me as I’d arrived a day late and was expected to meet them elsewhere on the journey. But there I was, in some remote location on the Silk Road in a yurt with a feather in my hair accompanied by my luggage, spork, vodka, and new friends.  I quickly built my bike in the field, packed up, and we rode to a place called Dragon’s Teeth. I was overwhelmed by the beauty immediately as sharp rocky peaks rose out of the lush grassland and glacial rivers. Eagles circled above us, and a herd of cattle and goats peacefully grazed.  Was this place for real? I have traveled around the world and I have never experienced such a magical place. I was completely enraptured with emotion and slightly terrified of what was to come. We camped – by which I mean, I learned to camp. The team was patient with me the first few nights, as I learned to set up my newly purchased tent and needed to borrow necessities like a JetBoil and whiskey (thanks to Andy, Tils, and Andy’s sister).  The days were warm as the sun shone high and it was accompanied by cool evenings with the brightest stars you have ever seen. Only a few times a rain shower would pass, or the wind would whip through the mountains and threaten to blow over our tents.   One morning I woke up to my eyelashes frozen shut as I wore everything I brought to try to stay warm, but I couldn’t be happier to be in that specific place, at this specific time. My bike took me to this destination, and just as it has taught me so much throughout my career, here it was again, teaching me more life lessons of independence, culture, and challenge. We were expertly guided by Shannon of Serk Cycling and his crew.  Yolan, a Kazakhstan native, was pivotal with his ability to speak the multiple languages and understand the bartering and bribing processes to get us safely across borders and protective areas between China, Kazakhstan, and Kyrgyzstan.  Our driver was a Russian man named Sasha, with a full grill of gold teeth. He loved blasting Queen early in the morning while drinking fermented yogurt and smoking a cigarette. You have to trust a guy like that. And I did. With my life. Riding on the Silk Road was like entering a place where time stood still.  The land was untouched yet saturated with history. The animals roamed free.  The nomadic culture was pure and welcoming. I am an avid historical marker fan. There aren’t necessarily historical markers on the Silk Road but you can feel the depth of time beneath your tires. The stories of those that have traveled there before are embedded in the rocks, gravel, and soil, and they seep into your pores and you become a part of the ancient passage. The more remote you get, the louder the stories are that you feel and hear in the air.  The historical travelers of the Silk Road were carrying with them what they found most valuable, whether it was silk and myrrh for trading, or philosophy and religion for sharing. Meanwhile, I was traveling with what I found most valuable — my Specialized Diverge and my spork. I soaked up the views and the richness, and absorbed all I could to make this trip a part of history. “THE POUNDING HOOVES AND POETIC MUSCULAR CADENCE TRIGGERED SOMETHING INSIDE MY SOUL AS I REALIZED THAT I WAS JUST LIKE THESE HORSES. I WAS BORN TO RUN, AND RIDE, JUST LIKE THEM.” We didn’t see many people as we traveled across the country, but those that we saw welcomed us with vigor and warm mare’s milk. Nothing quite quenches your thirst on a hot day like warm fermented horse milk that’s been sitting on the side of a yurt baking in the sun, but when on the Silk Road, drink up!  It has an essence of sour and smoky curdles, but it is filled with hospitality. The children would run out of the huts, and if they had the luxury of a bicycle or a horse, they would show us their vessel of exploration and hope we had candy for them.  Once again, I was amazed by the ability of the bicycle to be the universal language of adventure and community. Being a professional cyclist, I have often joked about leading a nomadic lifestyle, but this nomadic culture was something so different yet so familiar. I couldn’t help leave Kyrgyzstan with a faint trace of envy. Life was simple out on the Silk Road. It was unchanged. It was beautiful. It was simple. I selfishly wish it would always stay this way.  Every day the views just got more insane and we would squeal with delight over each painful mountain pass and sweeping valley descent. We hiked our bikes over boulders and forded through rivers. We just kept saying, this is “effing Narnia and where the hell are we”.  The Silk Road, baby.  Wild horses would run alongside us as we pedaled along. I grew up on a cattle ranch and am a cowgirl to the core. The pounding hooves and poetic muscular cadence triggered something inside my soul as I realized that I was just like these horses. I was born to run, and ride just like them. I left a piece of my heart with those powerful animals gliding along the Silk Road. Wild and free with nothing but the horizon holding us back. Well, that and when it got dark, it got cold and I needed to set up my tent, which I wasn’t that proficient at yet.  And did I mention that it was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful?  Pinch me. Wild horses couldn’t even hold back the tears in my eyes as I was left astounded by the landscape full of wildflowers, mountains, and a magic green carpet to ride. As I have transitioned from a professional road racing career into everything gravel and adventure, it has been a process for me to let go of the pressure, lower my tire pressure and become more adaptable. I struggled at the beginning of the trip as I craved structure and schedule. I even made bikepacking lame a few times as I threw in some efforts on the road – bags, mug and all. I don’t regret this; it was a great way to get out some energy and find my space of brooding and crazy that I crave. But each day, I found more solace and tranquility in the very nature of being present.  I was a part of something so much bigger than myself. I grew with this challenge that was outside of racing, work, and life as I knew it.  I spent a lot of time riding alone to connect. I talked. I prayed. I asked myself those dark and probing questions I like to avoid. I didn’t come up with the answers, necessarily, but I gained confidence and a heightened sense of existence. I have challenged myself in so many ways on the bike, and this experience was such a different test. I didn’t dig deep physically to find that place of flow that I often search for, but I found it through the peace and serenity of being remote.    “I TALKED. I PRAYED. I ASKED MYSELF THOSE DARK AND PROBING QUESTIONS I LIKE TO AVOID. I DIDN’T COME UP WITH THE ANSWERS, NECESSARILY, BUT I GAINED CONFIDENCE AND A HEIGHTENED SENSE OF EXISTENCE.” I left this trip a stronger version of myself and with a glimpse at history. As a result of China’s investment in this area to foster a modernized trade route through the Belt and Road Initiative, this landscape may transform through increased tourism and traffic. With the positives that can occur due to economic growth and infrastructure, also comes the risk of exposure and exploitation of this secluded and protected world. But now, I am forever a part of the Silk Road’s story, and I encourage you to be as well.     I have embraced this new state of adventure and carry a spork with me whenever I travel. I even received a sleeping bag for Christmas, and you just don’t know what my next destination will be.  When someone asks you if you want to go on a trip of a lifetime, grab your spork and your Diverge and go. The Silk Road and your next trip of a lifetime is calling. 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August 22, 2017Blog / Cycling / Featured Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Can you hear it? The distant calling of a familiar tune. Yo, ho, yo, ho… Don’t you feel the urge to soak in the warm winds of exploration and adjust your sails to capture the current to your next spiced rum and dirt road isle? For me, gravel races are the X that marks that spot in the cycling world, and I am headed straight there. If you can’t be the captain, then be a pirate, they say. While some professional cyclists refer to this as the “silly season,” I call it the best time of the year. Gone are the stresses of the cold Spring Classics and some of the most iconic race days in cycling. Yes, we love those races, but sometimes you just need to let loose a little and open that treasure chest of fun. Or pull up the anchor and put a little gravel in your travel. Many professional cyclists are resting up and beginning their last build into the end of the season for the UCI Road World Championships, but I have my own world championships to attend: Gravel Worlds 2017. Haven’t heard of it? You have now. Formerly known as “The Good Life Gravel Adventure,” Gravel Worlds is a tongue in cheek poke at the ‘real deal’ and organised by Nebraska’s Pirate Cycling League. The challenge and competition, however, is no joke. Adventuring through the rural farmlands of Southeastern Nebraska, the race course covers over 11,000 feet (3352 metres) of climbing in 150 miles (241 kilometres). Now I have never been to Nebraska, but there is an adventure beckoning me like a siren song, and I will be there with my Cannondale Slate and treasure map in hand. Sounds like a pirate’s life to me. They say that a good traveller should not have plans and never focus on the arrival. Even though I agree with this to an extent, I will still plug in the coordinates of the race into my bike computer and make it to the finish eventually. The fun is there and everywhere in between. Last time you saw me, I was becoming royalty at the Dirty Kanza 200, or as I like to call it, the Dirty Kanza 206. Since then, I have indulged in an excessive amount of showcasing the prized belt buckle. Truth be told, I have yet to take it off. Growing up as a cowgirl on a ranch, I always imagined myself as a rodeo queen and now I am finally realizing those dreams. With a quick rest and my DK200 belt buckle in my jersey pocket, I headed to USA Pro Nationals with Cylance Pro Cycling. After the DK200, people would ask if that was the hardest thing I have ever done. The good thing about the sport of cycling is that we have a broad range of ways to select our suffering mechanisms. Whether you are riding your bike all day on dirt roads or clinging on to the back of a hard charging peloton up the Mur de Huy, bike racing offers a gamete of challenges and tortures uniquely crafted for you. There is nothing quite like testing your fitness after 11.5 hours on the bike with some short hard efforts. My Nats started off with me in the hot seat of the time trial for over 90 minutes, only to ultimately end up sixth. I entered the road race full of anticipation to finish this part of the year with positive contentment and followed by a celebratory cold brew. It was anything but that. Well, minus the cold drink. At least that still happened… When we talk about the pain of bike racing, we are hopefully referring to the searing lungs and burning legs. Having a meeting with the asphalt delivers the undesirable type of hurt. I already have a healthy dose of respect for the pavement and did not need the friendly reminder. I have read that chapter many times before. With two kilometres to go, I was involved in a crash and ended the day with two broken ribs, a partially collapsed lung, and a cracked tibia. Needless to say, it has been a painful few months, yet something kept pulling me back on the bike. We have all been there. The people at the airport look at you incredulously as you tell them of your weekend glory and demise. At least you know you still have your crazy crew on the boat with you. I raced the Cascade Cycling Classic and the Colorado Classic. I even crammed in the Tour de Big Bear, which covered over 125 miles (201 km) and 11,500 feet (3505 metres) of climbing. When completely remedial tasks are painful, I figured I might as well just keep pedalling my life and bicycle forward. Sometimes the course is set for us without us knowing the destination. Life delivers elements of surprise and detours just like a gravel grinder. I am on to my next adventure with the person that started me on this path in the first place. I have spent the last week in Colorado with my grandparents and taken some great rides with my grandpa. At 86 years old, Paul Tetrick, is still riding bikes daily and showing us that bikes are for life. Bikes can become your ship to sail into uncharted waters, bringing you treasures of challenges, belt buckles, and tales. Bikes can deliver you harsh blows of humility and injuries. But regardless of the end results, bikes give us the opportunity to be explorers. Bikes can become your ship to sail into uncharted waters, bringing you treasures of challenges, belt buckles, and tales. Bikes can deliver you harsh blows of humility and injuries. But regardless of the end results, bikes give us the opportunity to be explorers. So in true pirate form, may your anchor be tight, your cork be loose, your rum be spiced, and your compass be true. See you at Gravel Worlds 2017!   This blog originally published for Ella’s CyclingTips: https://cyclingtips.com/2017/08/alison-tetrick-gravel-worlds-preview/ [...] Read more...
June 29, 2017Blog / Cycling / Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet After returning from the US Pro National Championships, and realizing that this was my 8th USA National Championships that I have attended, I went back to feeling “old”.  I blame the South, country music, and warm summer nights.  It made me miss the powerful women I was teammates with in previous years that have now moved on to great things.  I let that familiar feeling of nostalgia flow like smooth Tennessee Whiskey.  Actually there was Tennessee Whiskey involved, and it wasn’t all smooth since it did burn a little.   After that settled, it made me love the ones that are still out there now with me as well.  Those that were able to hug me gently after I had fallen and have enough confidence to congratulate each other on competitive performances and enough honesty to recognize disappointing performances.  That being said, I still missed some of the good ones of the prior golden years. As promised, here is the continuation of my nostalgia: Ghosts of Teammates Past, Episode 2   Mara Abbott: We all know the gifts and passions of Mara Abbott.  I have loved being her teammate and friend.  I remember feeling intoxicated with happiness after working for her wins at the Giro Donne and the Tour of the Gila.  All the pain I had when riding the front of the bike race for 1000’s of kilometers simply evaporate when you get the big thank you hug, podium champagne, and a smile. As a teammate, it means so much when your leader not only delivers the winning results, but also exhibits joy and gratitude to her teammates. One for the good guys. Mara is an incredible athlete with an unworldly talent of ascending high mountains faster than you can say Rocky Mountain High.  No matter how much pain she inflicts on you when you try to scamper behind her, Mara is one of the good guys.  We started saying that several years ago, but it has to do with our creed to accept our lofty goals, but always remain a good person.  You can be vicious on the bike, but still one of the good guys.  Be a good person first. Be an athlete second. Dandelion in the wind. When your competition thinks you are drowning, stick a hose down their throat.  Ok, that is harsh, but when people are counting you out and saying you are not capable, prove them wrong.  This advice came from our mutual CTS coach, Dean Golich, and it is a keeper. Mara has a great way of remaining calm, calculated, and focused on the task at hand.  Does she like the wind? If she is a dandelion she does. Make those wishes into reality. Heart break. All I will say is Rio 2016. Racing with all your heart can be so painful. Take care of our planet earth. Or she will check the trash to make sure there is nothing that could be re-used or recycled.   Amber Gaffney: I always thought Amber Gaffney was too smart to be a bike racer.  I guess I was right, since now she is a college professor at Humboldt University and tours the world presenting her research.  Amber believed in me as a bike racer and a person more than any teammate I have ever had.  Amber inspired me succeed in graduate school beyond what I thought was possible. Know your sources. I was just starting graduate school as Dr. Amber Gaffney was defending her PhD.  Traveling to races, working, and going to graduate school was hard for me to balance.  Having Dr. Amber Gaffney on the road with me was not only inspiring, but also useful from an educational standpoint.  I wrote a paper in clinical psychology, and was able to cite my source, in APA format of course, of a fascinating journal article written by none other than Dr. Amber Gaffney. Know your bias. Being a Social Psychology PhD, Amber taught me to understand our biases and how we select groups to identify with and how this can lead to our overall attitude and decisions. She challenged me to lower my guard and learn the origin of my opinions.  Through this, I became more accepting, and cautious of blanket generalizations. Love cats. Once at the San Dimas Stage Race, I was able to stay at Amber’s house adjacent to Claremont Colleges.  She let me bring my cat, much to the chagrin of her own feline companion, Rocky, who still holds a grudge to this day.  But it is pretty awesome to travel to a race with your cat. Be bold. Meow.     Olivia Dillon: Coming from a successful financial career, Olivia, like many competitive female cyclists, started racing well into adulthood.  This didn’t stop her from being Irish National Champion in both the road race and the time trial, and being an incredible teammate and asset to the sport.  She continues to thrive in the world of cycling, rocking for Velocio Apparel and of course still being highly competitive in multiple disciplines.  Although we were only teammates for a year, I am proud to know Olivia is one of my closest friends.  I will try to keep this shorter than my toast at her wedding. Eat Nails for Breakfast: Bike racing is hard, and it is not for the faint of heart.   Olivia taught me that through the pain, the desire to quit, and the fear, you still show up and do your best.  There were so many times I wondered how she could keep fighting in a race and keep coming back day in and day out, and then I came to the only conclusions possible.  She must eat nails for breakfast. She is that tough.  Upon investigating her toothbrush one morning, I was sure I saw chards of steel, and I knew my assumption was correct. Put away the oatmeal, and grab some nails.  You will need it. Sharp Elbows: You have to make room for yourself in races.  I have a difficult time doing this and of course I think I am wider than the average human being, therefore normal “holes” are much too small for my football shoulders.  Olivia could sharpen her elbows, and get into spaces of the pack that I didn’t know were feasible.  It is one thing to ride elbows out to make space, it is another thing to have sharp elbows.  I was always envious of this trait. Black and White: In times of doubt, sometimes it is best to erase the grey.  It makes life’s difficult questions easier to answer.  In matters of loyalty, always choose loyalty.  Olivia’s secret talent is to be able to visualize issues clearly and remove the soft edges.  If you didn’t complete your job in the race, you didn’t do it.  It can be made that simple.  I always appreciated this in a teammate.  It doesn’t mean we don’t like each other, instead, it is a good way to maintain clarity, honesty, and trust.  It is respectful to say what you really think and feel.  Yes, it is easier to do this and to accept this, if you eat nails for breakfast.   Lauren Komanski: Another teammate that I always thought was too smart to be a bike racer, is Dr. Lauren Komanski.  She is a Southern Belle that also happens to be a veterinarian.  I was lucky to have her as a teammate because now I can keep her and her family as friends forever. Whiskey cures all. I am sure I learned more lessons from Lauren, but the one that I think is the best. And here I thought she followed all of the “rules”, but this was a Southern rule.   Always carry whiskey with you.  Whiskey can cure a sore throat, a dry throat, and give a little burn for that win or loss.  It can be used as bribery for your mechanic or teammates.  It is a commodity that never goes out of style. Whiskey is southern gold. Southern Hospitality. I met Lauren’s family once, and I was adopted.  I hope to always be as welcoming and hospitable as her family.  Not only do I get my teammates as family, I also get their family as family.  Driving through one night, nearing midnight, I called to see if I could stay with them.  I don’t think I left for several weeks.  That is the true Southern way that I hope to replicate even way over here in California. Real Life Perspective. Knowing that you have a career outside of the sport can be so freeing.  You can then stand up for what you want to accomplish.  It gives your perspective to race as hard as ever because there is life outside of the cycling bubble.  This also allows us to recognize when an injury or expectations are too much and begin to compromise our “other” most likely more successful life.  Keeping things in perspective allows us to race hard, and to live even more completely.     Cari Higgins: Cari and I didn’t have many races together, but when I did, I would soak in her nurturing nature and understanding expectations.  Cari is known for her track cycling power, but her abilities extend onto the road.  She has accolades from many disciplines, but her patience to help develop and foster riders is unparalleled. Cari is a talented mentor, teacher, and an asset to women’s cycling Embrace your strengths. I know we can go on and on about working on your weaknesses, but sometimes it is just nice to feel understood.  Or maybe that people are ignoring your weaknesses and just focusing on your strengths.  I raced my one and only track race with Cari, the USA Track National Championships team pursuit.  This would normally have been a terrifying experience, but Cari set it up for me to embrace my strengths and have as much confidence in myself as she had in me.  In hindsight, I can see we also were secretly working on my weaknesses, but without making me feel inferior.  Some days, ignore your weaknesses, and embrace your strengths.  Suddenly, you are winning races and the only person that is surprised is you. Realistic goals. We all want to rope the moon, but sometimes we can gain more satisfaction from accomplishing realistic goals.  There is something in accomplishment, and if you set realistic goals, you can continue to improve.  Cari would be very clear on the race plan and season goals.  It must have been the teacher in her, but I felt a sense of accomplishment with the goals she set.   They were attainable.  They were fun.  They were accomplished. Bring a nice purse. Cari probably didn’t know I noticed this, but I always did love looking at her purse at the bike races.  Let’s just say those 4 letter were worth something.  Even if we are sporty, doesn’t mean we can’t have nice things.  Bike racing isn’t always glamorous, so bring a nice purse.  You just never know when you might need it.     Shelley Olds: I was teammates with Shelley on the USA National Team back in 2010 when we won the Giro Donne and Tour of New Zealand.  Her ability to compete so intensely often misleads people that she is superhuman, but inside that muscular bag of dynamite is a heart of gold. Show up. You can only win the races you show up to.  You can look at results at races you aren’t at and speculate, but you still need to show up to those races to actually get the results.  Shelley always showed up and raced, even the races that might not have suited her on paper, she always showed up.  And, she usually won. Acknowledge your competition. Say hello, then compete. Ignoring each other gets us nowhere.  Bike racing is lonely enough as it is. Ritual Riding. Shelley would get up in the morning and ride 30 minutes on the rollers. This was her time to decompress, reset, and prepare for the day.  In this habitual process, she was creating a ritual that she could take confidence in through the chaos of travel, injuries, and races. Shelley and I were great roommates because we both love our coffee in the room before venturing down into the restaurant at the hotel where all the teams are.  We would speak very little until that caffeine settled in.  This became our ritual too. Coffee. Rollers. Start the day. You chose to do this. Whenever you want to complain about the race, your saddle sore, being scared in a lead-out, or the hotel coffee, remember that you chose to be a professional cyclist. Bike racing can be really hard and sometimes the chicken is dry, the pasta is soggy and the hills are steep.  Yes, we can always strive to make the sport a better place, but ultimately, being a professional athlete is not an entitlement, it is a choice.  When you are suffering at the end of the race and need to close down the break for your team, you do everything in your power to do so.  After all, you chose to be here.   Yes, some teammates are just there for a season, but I have been so lucky for those that continue on much after the contract ends.  We need teammates, in everything we do.  They are like family, you don’t always get to choose them for the year.  But unlike family,  you do get to choose the ones you want to keep for life.  May there be many more years of rejoicing in success and finding comfort through failures.  And if not, we can pull out the whiskey and nails.   Stay tuned, there could be an Episode 3.   [...] Read more...
June 6, 2017Blog / Cycling / Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet I know we are not in Kansas anymore, but I did return the Queen of the Kanza.  I didn’t even have to click my ruby red slippers to do so. The Dirty Kanza 200 is legendary and with all folklores of this stature, sometimes facts are marginalized.  I would like to first and foremost correct that this iconic gravel race before gravel races were cool is actually 206 miles.  Not 200 miles.  That being said, I don’t think I am going to get #DK206 trending anytime soon. We can stick with #DK200 and the legend remains.  It is also worth noting that I climbed almost 9,000 feet in the 206 miles. Kansas is not flat, I didn’t see any flying monkeys, but I did wake up the following morning feeling like a house landed on me. Dirty Kanza takes place in Emporia, Kansas, the heart of the Midwest, and the jewel of the Flint Hills.  Gravel racing has been increasing its popularity over the last few years, and I was suffering from a classic case of the FOMO (fear of missing out).  I didn’t want to just go ride gravel, I wanted to experience the magic of the Dirty Kanza. With the blessing from my trade team, Cylance Pro Cycling, and support from sponsors such as Cannondale, Speedplay, Lezyne, Camelbak, and Chamois Butt’r, I was locked and loaded.  Then, just like all intimidating events you pretend you didn’t choose to sign up for by your own free will, I compartmentalized it.  I put the DK200 in a box as I focused on the road for the first part of the season.  From the Pan Am Championships to the Amgen Tour of California, suddenly I realized that Kanza was just barely a week away. I began frantically aligning all the necessary equipment.  I could have saved on expedited shipping if I didn’t ignore the fact I was going to the Kanza in the first place.  As the supplies started coming,   Things got real.  The army was assembling.  It felt like a part-time job organizing and researching all possible conditions and solutions. I have had limited experience riding on the dirt and became a sponge to all information I could source.  My apologies to all my friends and support that I would text at late hours asking random questions about tires, sealant, and packs.  It is good when your contact list has multiple winners of the Dirty Kanza and true champions and professionals in it. What was I doing? I had never ridden my bike 200 miles, and definitely not 206 miles.  The longest distance I had ridden at the time was 122 miles, and that was over 3 years ago. 200 miles is daunting.  206 miles on gravel?  Yikes. The best advice? Make time for you preparation and no matter your luck or your results, you just need to have fun out in the Flint Hills.  It turns out though that the DK200 is simply a race against yourself.  It has to be your race to challenge yourself to push your limits.  I learned this approach when I took part in the Dirty Kanza Women’s Gravel Forum a few days before the event.  There was a huge push from the community and Gravel City Adventure and Supply Co to get 200 women riding the 200 miles of the Dirty Kanza.  Mission accomplished. The panel had an all-star cast with the likes of Rebecca Rusch, Janel Holcomb and Selene Yeager.  I learned most of my “tricks” for the Kanza as I was on-stage sharing my view meanwhile selfishly soaking in all the inspiration and knowledge from the panel and audience. Strong women helping other women is the best. Bonus Tips and Tricks: Chamois application at every aid station. That needs no explanation. Lube on your chain at every check point. Very similar to chamois cream application, just different vehicle. Have a treat. I ate donut holes and Mother’s Frosted Circus Animals. I had bourbon just in case. Be prepared for anything, and if bad luck strikes, take it in stride. Forward moving. Take care of yourself. (That worked until I forgot to pick up my bottles at a checkpoint. Fail.) Smile and be nice to all. Gravel is fun. The start. Race Report, 50 miles at a time I was advised to break up the ride into four 50 mile rides.  Granted, one had to be 56, which actually ended up being 62 with how the checkpoints were set up, but I digress.  I was ready: Cannondale Slate. Camelbak. Lezyne GPS. Check, check and check! 50 miles #1 = Dirty Kanza Vacation The race started and it was a fast and furious.  I loved every single minute of it. We had one dismount section over some muddy conditions, and it was pretty smooth sailing into the first check point.  I was merrily following the quickly thinning field on the white flint roads.  I was already the first woman on the road and I was determined to stay with the lead group. Did I mention it was hard? 50 miles #2 = Competitive Advantage I was really enjoying my “free speed” from the men as we clocked 100 miles all on gravel in less than 5 hours.   I didn’t have a huge buffer as the race leader, but I was focusing on hydrating, eating and heckling.  I did inform some of the men that they had a competitive advantage to take their natural breaks so easily off the bike.  The pace started getting hot again, and I needed to settle in for my own race.   Good, I said, you only have a century left. Never in my dreams would I have thought those words would come out of my mouth. I don’t even ride centuries that often. Who says that? 50 miles #3 = was really the 62 longest miles ever It was a very long and arduous road to the third check point.  This is where I did began to really benefit from the Lefty shock on my bike. So much comfort. I was very alone and in a place where it became socially acceptable in my party of one to talk to myself. Out loud.  I found my inner crazy. Enough said. And you thought scarecrows weren’t supposed to talk. 50 miles #4 = Don’t Make Call My Flying Monkeys At this point, whatever works for you, do it. My inner crazy was no longer internalized.  She was flying high for all the world to see.  OK, it was mainly cows as the witnesses.  I left the 3rd checkpoint and managed to forget to grab new bottles and then proceeded to go off course a few times. Did I mention this race is unsupported and you need to even navigate for yourself? Try telling that to my crazy. My navigation worked flawlessly. My brain however did not. If only I had a brain at that distance. Did I mention that the DK200 is remote? Amanda Nauman, 2x DK200 winner, is a tenacious competitor and fellow Carmichael Training Systems athletes and I knew she would be tough.  She was hot on my heels towards the end and she caught me about 20 miles to the finish. She rode a strong and paced race.  I didn’t see her having any crazy.  As we were riding into the finish, I couldn’t believe such a long journey had lead us here at this exact moment.  I understand it is the same course, but these are two solo efforts converging within the last miles. Two individual races becoming one.  Hey, I warned you that my crazy was very apparent at this moment. No one plans to sprint at the end of 206 miles, but we did make the race exciting.  I was able to clinch a very dramatic victory while breaking the course record previously held by Rebecca Rusch.   As I crossed the finish line, the first person to spray me with champagne was none other than the Queen of Pain herself, Rebecca.  I had just broken her record, yet she couldn’t have been more excited.  I rode 206 miles in 11:41:40.   This is a moment I will never forget.  Rebecca and I share the same coach, and she had patiently give me many tips, strategies, and encouragement for the race.  More importantly, she is a dear friend and a stellar athlete than I admire greatly.  She lowers the barrier to women’s cycling by encouraging others to keep challenging themselves without the fear of judgement or failure. She was why I was here. The champagne burned my eyes. Pro roadie Alison Tetrick set a new women’s record. Over the rainbow. My race was complete and I had made it over to the other side.  Frankly, I was almost more proud of this effort than almost any other result.  The Dirty Kanza is truly a pure race against yourself.  Yes, you have 3 checkpoints, but other than that, you have only you.  You meet that crazy, you throw her a party and then you stay at the finish line until the wee hours of the morning to cheer on everyone else meeting their crazy out there too.  True story.  Yes, I broke a record.  But the best part was the celebration for the next 9 hours with my new “grinded” community.   It isn’t always where you go, but who you are with along the way.  The main street of Emporia turns into a gigantic block party as we stay up all night to rejoice with every single finisher. Whoever finishes the Dirty Kanza is a champion and winning their own race. I bet I will return to the Dirty Kanza.  After all, there is no place like home. We crazy people like to stay together. This is from a diary I wrote for Ella Cycling Tips. You can read it here. Photography by Linda Guerrette. [...] Read more...
April 18, 2017Blog / Cycling / Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet I guess this happens to all of us.  Feeling old. Or maybe we should call it experience. At this point in my cycling career, some of my favorite memories in professional cycling are behind me.  And although that sounds depressing, you know what I mean.  It has been 8 years after all.  Facebook keeps reminding me. Nothing can replace some of the moments that have impacted me.  Especially those when I was so young and raw in the sport.  I was like a sponge seeking to learn and absorb. Of course some of these moments I never want to experience again, but they are all a part of the framework of who you become. One of my favorite things about women’s cycling is that I have been able to meet “my” people.  Women who are like-minded, determined, crazy, and educated.  I am so happy this sport found me.  Every day when I pedal my bike, or go about daily life, I will remember moments I have shared with my teammates.  I will think of a funny anecdote or the sting of humility and truth that only comes from someone who knows you. When you are a professional cyclist, your team becomes your family.  You travel together, eat together, sleep together, and go to your version of battle together.  I started racing when I was 24 years old and I was very fortunate to immediately join a professional cycling team that happened to have all the best riders in the United States.  This was an incredible platform for me to learn, develop, and grow with the occasional hazing and rookie rituals that accompany a “newbie”. I am still riding strong these days, but in honor of my teammates that have since retired from the sport and have gone on to conquer even bigger and more inspirational things, I would like to share with you some of the nuggets of wisdom I have learned from the best. I bring to you, the Ghosts of Teammates Past, Episode One (insert theme music here): Brooke Miller I have to start with Brooke because on my first professional team (Team TIBCO), which also happened to be my first 4 months of racing, Brooke was double National Champion, in the road race and the criterium.  She was fast and she knew a lot about banana slugs.  She got her PhD in them actually, but I will let her tell that story one day. Follow orders, but don’t attach food to your bike. In my first race with the team, Cascade Cycling Classic, Brooke put Clif Shot Bloks on my top tube of my bike. She told me that’s where you put them in case you couldn’t reach in your pocket. Then, in the race, she told me Olympic gold medalist, Kristin Armstrong really needed a blok and it was my job to fuel her. Note, Armstrong and I were not on the same team, and I only had read about her in fairy tales.  I proceeded to pedal to the front of the race, where Armstrong was riding on the front, all day, and every day, as it was 2 weeks before the Olympics.  I plucked the cube off my bike, which was getting gooey in the summer sun, and offered it to Kristin. I will never forget that look she gave me. Confusion. Disbelief. Incredulous. The team laughed. Don’t attach food to your bike, but always follow instructions. Pedal in training, save energy in races. In training, Brooke would always pedal her bike. Going down descents and any of those lag times.  Thanks to her, the sound of a freewheel in training still drives me crazy. I just start muttering, PEDAL! She taught me to make each training session count.  Yet in racing, Brooke would play a game to see how little she could pedal in order to save energy.  I never learned this trick.  I guess I don’t like saving energy. Work for your sprinter. I was struggling up the deciding climb in a race, and my job was to take care of Brooke. Job is relative as I am sure she didn’t need my assistance, but it was like the team was babysitting me and trying to give me a role so I would feel important. Or let’s be honest, stay out of their way.  She reached onto my jersey and told me to tow her up the climb.  She explained this was how you got your sprinter over the hill. It was hard. People laughed. She won that stage. Wear your helmet straight. I have yet to learn this.  Lauren Tamayo If you know Lauren, you know her as “La Diabla”. Yes, she may not be the “sugar, spice, and everything nice” type, but what you see, you get even more.  Back to my first year, Lauren and I were roommates at my first team camp.  And here I thought I was a grownup, and I was back at camp. I was star struck and in awe of her.  Lauren was one of the first USA racers to find success through the junior programs and into a full blown professional career.  She is world renowned as one of the best leadouts and team leaders, USA National Criterium Champion and Olympic Silver Medalist. She is cold, clear, concise and intensely loyal. She was only a few years older than me, but she had poise, confidence, savviness, and that devilish tenacity on the bike. Yes, my crush on her still exists. Clean up after yourself. The first day of team camp, I left my bed unmade and a pair of “undergarments” on the floor. Lauren publicly chastised me on this behavior.  By the end of camp, I had a nickname from her which will stay with me forever, and I will not share it here.  I learned a valuable lesson that day. You are a professional and an adult (even though you are at camp), and can take care of yourself.  Respect your team, do your job, stay orderly, and you will be successful. Or at least you can avoid having your underwear blowing in the wind like a flag at team camp. What happens at team camp… Mitigate the tan lines. Yes, we are on the bike all day, but do your best not to have tanlines. Are you dropped? Perfect time to roll those sleeves and shorts up, and pedal in with the groupetto. Know when you need to look professional and always wear sunscreen. Calculation is Queen B****. Never bring back a break before it is necessary. Calculate your time gaps, and slowly reel them in for the perfect moment to set your team up for a win. If you bring a break back too soon, you are guaranteed to be attacked. Why not be calculated, calm, and collected?  In order to do this, we need the Queen B.  To me, that will always be LT. (That is not coincidence her initials are a threshold acronym. She is painfully tough.) Don’t be impatient. Calculate. Choose who you trust wisely. As we were both laying on our twin beds at team camp, I friend requested Lauren on Facebook. I heard the alert on her phone, and watched her swipe.  She didn’t accept my request for 6 months. Talk about awkward. But once she chose me as a friend, I knew I was in for life. Trust is hard to earn, but it is worth it. Kat Carroll: I first met Kat before I started racing, and placed this soccer super star turned professional cyclist high on a pedestal of female athlete fame.  Kat and I soon became great friends, and it was with a huge amount of honor that I was able to be her teammate at one point. Dance on the bike like no one is watching. I have never seen anyone perfect the booty shake on the bike quite like Kat Carroll. At this point, I was so stiff and rigid on the bike because I wasn’t comfortable on it yet.  She taught me to have fun and freely flow with your bike through bumps and debris.  This was best exhibited by the “clap”. I hope she puts this talent on her resume. Practice the pop. When training with Kat, she would find rollers that resembled specific race finishes, and sprint over the top of them like she was going for gold.  I normally don’t like to sprint because, well, it hurts.  She taught me to practice the things in training that I hated in racing. Next thing you know, I was sprinting to victory.  And it still hurt. No one is talking about you as much as you think. I was going through a personal nightmare in my life off the bike.  It is a time that I like to call my darkest hour.  I was ashamed and wanted to hide.  Kat told me that she was my friend, she cared about me, and in so many words, get over myself.  “No one is talking about you as much as you think” she said.  Although this advice may not resonate with everyone, this is something that gave me confidence to be true to myself, hold my head high, and face each day with a strong step forward. You may only be as good as your last result, but you get to dictate if you let external motivators influence you. Full body cramp. It was my first NRC race, the Nature Valley Grand Prix.  For those “newbies” now, this was my first Pro Road Tour, the North Star Grand Prix.  After finishing in the top 10 in the time trial and only been riding a bike for 3 months, I started the road race the next day.  It was the hardest thing I had ever done. I cramped. My entire body withered and writhed. I fell off my bike and the broom wagon told me to quit. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were cramping. Rigor mortis has set it. I finished DFL. I barely made time cut. Trying to explain this horrific experience to Kat with dehydrated crocodile tears, she just looked at me and nodded her understanding. “Yeah, full body cramp” she shrugged.  “That happens. It’s normal. Good job Ali, see you tomorrow.” I thought, this is bike racing? You women are crazy. Turns out I am just one of many. Teammates now, friends always. I was nervous to sign a new contract because I had become so close to my teammates. We really do become a family, and I didn’t want to change teams and lose the comforts of the known.  Kat taught me that I needed to do what was best for my business and for me.  Friends are forever. Teams are just for a year or two.   Meredith Miller: I use to be envious of Meredith’s infectious laugh before the races as she would chat with the competitors.  I use to wonder how she wasn’t nervous and tense and chewing her nails like me.  Now, I laugh and smile and chat at the start line.  Meredith Miller is an icon in women’s cycling to me and I learned so much from here as a teammate and friend. Good teammates are good cooks. Back to when we would stay at host housing, we would always cook together as a team.  The team would assign cooking partners, and each pairing would cook one meal for the team throughout the week.  This would be a way to share the load of cooking and cleaning, and also it was a lot of fun to taste different creations.  I had never made homemade salad dressing before, and Meredith was first to teach me.  Now, I know to grind that cracked pepper in the balsamic and oil mixture to act as an emulsifier as I add stone ground Dijon and a dose of honey. Shake it up, and voila.  So many things you can do with this. Wine not. With so many people worried about diets and how to eat healthy, Meredith taught me that a glass of wine before a race was just fine. I still practice this lesson. Nightly. Everything in moderation, right? Including moderation. Teammates always win. No matter if you are the one that crosses the line first, or you are the domestique that slays yourself earlier in the stage, you, as a team, win. One of my most proud moments is when Mer won her National Championships.  As a selfless domestique for many years, she made the break, and she made the most out of it.  This might be one of the only times I had tears of joy for a win. I learned that every rider can have their day, and always work hard for the greater goal. Earn your keep. No one is going to do your work for you. Earn your way by working hard and respecting your teammates. One of the hardest days I had on the bike was in a breakaway at a local Northern California race where out of the 6 riders, 5 were my teammates.  And here I thought I was special.  As they shredded my legs and then out sprinted me at the end, I realized yes, these are my people. Respect all. Fear none. I am not special.   People come into our lives for a reason.  Remember that others are watching you, your experiences, and how you go through life.  If it wasn’t for the incredible teammates that I have had, I would be much less of an athlete and person than I am today.  They didn’t know it at the time, but they were incredible mentors and friends.  It wasn’t all fluff and rainbows.  We worked hard for what we had and we pushed ourselves to our limits.  We all become better through it.  And also recognized there is a beautiful world outside of bike racing. That’s why we are where we are today. This is only the beginning. Stayed tuned for Episode Two of Ghosts of Teammates Past. 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April 1, 2017Blog / Cycling / Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet What do you want to be when you grow up? This is a question that I ask myself daily.  Vocations I still have on my list are: rodeo queen, astronaut, super hero, and neuroscientist.  Yet, here I am, a professional cyclist, well, among many other things.  I have worked my entire cycling career, besides just the racing, and have several different roles that are a part of who I am as professional.  Just as I was contemplating my next goal, I received a request to speak at Career Day at the high school in my hometown of Redding, California.  Talk about “adulting”.  Don’t just grown-ups do things like that? I committed to the event, and packed up the car to head north for a three day weekend adventure of Career Day.  Which included riding every terrain, internal and external exploring, and speaking about bikes, science, and education. Yes, all of these are a part of my adult reality. The first stop was Boonville, the gateway to Mendocino County and giant redwoods hugging the Pacifc Ocean.  Besides great pinot noir, there was an organized ride there called Fish Rock, which was 75 miles with 10,000 feet of climbing and 15 miles of unrelenting steep gravel roads.  Despite the harsh terrain, the ride was still comprised of 80% pavement.  I chose to ride my Cannondale SuperSix EVO with Vittoria Rubino 28 cm clincher tires on Vision Team 35 wheels.  You needed your bike to withstand the elements as much as you needed your body to be able to persevere. It was one of those days on the bike that you suffer so much you become acquainted with a raw and maniacal part of yourself.  It was no joke,  but you find yourself laughing anyway. We pushed our bikes and bodies to the limit.  We all know that addicting level of fatigue that shows you are crazy, but you like it that way. This was only the beginning of Career Day. The trek continued further north up into Redding, and turned east into the foothills of Mt. Lassen.  I took a left and crossed eleven cattle guards.  I was home. I grew up on a cattle ranch on the rugged, volcanic terrain of Shasta County about 20 miles from the closest town.  I was riding horses and off-road vehicles without even considering bike racing an option.  My family moved to Redding from Santa Barbara County when I was in junior high.  I was a focused student, daydreaming cowgirl, and aspiring tennis player.  I didn’t know the cycling treasure chest that was overfilling on my front doorstep.  Good thing for Career Day. I contacted the local cyclists at Ride Redding and made plans to explore roads that would take me home. I wanted to absorb the beauty of Northern California from two wheels. Two 650b wheels and 42 inch tires to be exact. I took my new steed from the barn, the Cannondale Slate Force CX1 and set off to ride around Whiskeytown Lake, visiting the Oregon Trail and a ghost town.  In case you were wondering, there used to be a Whiskeytown.  Now, there is no Whiskey and no Town.  Don’t let this be a let down.  This is one of the most beautifully clear and accessible lakes in Northern California.  It connects to hundreds of miles of trails and roads for outdoor adventure.  Where I use to swim and sunbathe now became my new spot to discover and pedal. The Slate was a perfect choice for this as the terrain switched from asphalt to steep forest roads, to rocky single track trails.  I loved the ability to transition between different road conditions in order complete a solid loop.  I pushed my comfort limits a little as I got used to the more severe dirt terrain. As a “roadie”, I have a long way to go to be a dirt master.  However, it is always fun to enjoy the process of getting better at something.  Now this is starting to sound like Career Day… The next morning arrived and I walked into the halls of the high school, wearing a dress and heels, and wheeling my bike.  You should dress up for Career Day, right? They escorted me to the Teacher’s Lounge. Talk about adulting. The bell rang and I heard the thundering of footsteps all across campus heading into the auditorium.  After my introduction and the advising that their phones needed to be turned off, I quipped that when I went to school the teachers didn’t have to make that rule since I didn’t even have a cellphone until I was 16.  Blank stares. I felt old.   I then told them their Career Counselor was my date to the Winter Formal my freshman year of high school. The crowd erupted with whistles and hollers.  Ok, now I have their attention at least. At first, I was unsure of what to discuss at Career Day.  Of course I would talk about bike racing around the world, but also graduate school, biotechnology, and communications.  When I tried to plan the speech, I realized that regardless of which career I discussed, my core values remained the same. Here are the examples I gave them that I use in my career, regardless if in a race or in business. Set Inspiring Goals: Make goals that you want to do. Not what someone else wants you to do.  Then, when it gets hard, you will still want to pursue your goal. Invest in yourself: Always strive to continue to learn and pursue an education. By investing in yourself, you aren’t only more likely to be successful in all areas of life, you will be helping society as a whole. Do Work: There is no such thing as a free lunch. Regardless if you are a professional athlete, a CEO, or a rock star, you have to work. Don’t be entitled. Sciences: I have always been a chemistry nerd. Having an advanced degree in science has been one of the largest catalysts in the beaker of my life. (See what I did there?)  STEM subjects offer so many opportunities for innovation and discovery. And yes, I make horrible science puns, but only periodically. Life balance: Even though you think it is all about you, it isn’t. Remember to have balance for family, friends, sport, work, and faith. Healthy is Life: Pursue a healthy lifestyle. Be active and make being healthy a part of your life. Confidence: You may only be as good as your last result, so you have to have security in within yourself. You can’t rely on external motivation. Be Bold: Always challenge yourself to be better. Dare to be great. Fortune favors the bold. Why do I sound like my coach right now? Standing on stage in front of hundreds of students and holding my bike, I realized why I was there.  I was one of them.  I had sat in those same seats before, dreaming of accomplishing incredible feats. I had wanted to challenge myself and do things that people didn’t think were possible.  Wanting to explore, see the world, educate myself, and always have a community to call home.  I wanted the freedom to leap without the fear of falling. After I felt like I had tested my limits of attention span, I opened it up for questions and answers.  I was impressed with the magnitude responses.  Some of the questions were probing and vulnerable, others were goofy and standard teen age humor. Here are some of my favorite questions: “Do you prefer rim brakes or disc brakes?” No really, someone asked this. I guess they have been reading the online cycling publications.  I responded #slowfastgofast (I don’t know what that says about me that I answered in a literal hashtag) “After all your injuries and setbacks, why do you keep racing?” Good question. My parents ask me that every day. Stay in school, get an education, and don’t hit your head. Oh, and always wear a helmet. “What is your favorite bike?” You are looking at it. “What is your favorite race?” Any race I have won. You know how your favorite subjects are the ones that you get good grades in? Yeah, same thing. I bounced out of the school filled with enthusiasm only young students can give you.  The future is coming and I was happy to witness such a positive group of individuals.  I put on my “other” work clothes and hat, I mean spandex and helmet, and took off towards Shasta Lake from the Sundial Bridge on the Sacramento River Trail.  From there, it was over 50 miles of bike trails and paths up and over Shasta Damn and 30 miles of single track back.  It was a 4 hour ride on roads completely dedicated to non-motorized outdoor enthusiasts. I felt like I had been studying for finals all day when I finished.  Riding single track is exhausting for this road rider. It was a test of mental strength to focus much differently than I normally do while navigating the unknown.  However, I couldn’t expect anything less than a studious and strenuous ride to complete Career Day.  It was capped off by a steak on the river at the restaurant that was the favorite pre-prom destination.  But this time I could order a glass of wine.  Yes, adulting and bike riding and Career Day in Redding is a good thing. As I traveled home, I was brimming with satisfaction of two wheeled adventures and inspiration from the auditorium.  Just as I was sure I got my message of empowerment across, the first note came in.  A parent thanked me for going to Career Day and showing what a tough sport cycling is.  His son was amazed I had crashed 3 times in one race and still continued racing.  Wait, did I really tell them that story?  Don’t worry. I am a professional. Even though my whole talk might not have saturated the audience, there was at least one happy parent out there with a little more respect from his teenager on the weekends when the parents don brightly colored spandex to go join the group ride at the River Trail. I think every day is Career Day for me.  I grasp on to things I learn, enjoy what I have, and I still feel gratitude for two wheels to take me back home.   [...] Read more...
September 26, 2016Cycling / Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet Results are wins, losses, disasters, and sometimes easily structured into acronyms.  DNS. DNF. DFL WTF.  What you did and did not do in a season is listed clearly in placings and numbers.  This time of year, the season is broken down into statistics and points.  Everyone loves statistics and addition. Ok, maybe not everybody, that’s why we have www.procyclingstats.com.  They really are amazing.  Yet, sometimes numbers don’t quite capture the moment.  Numbers may show that “almost win” or they may glide over it without even a nod of acknowledgment.  But we want to remember and know the things that matter outside the results.  The embarrassing moments, the late nights giggling, the painful vulnerability, and the jubilance that is only shared with people that truly are a part of you.  These are not in numbers, points, and results.  These are something far deeper, harder to communicate, and never forgotten. What happens between these results?  What happens between the start and the finish of the race and all the days in between?  Cycling is so much more than a number.  That’s why we love it so much.  No matter if you read it in a greeting card or heard it from your grade school teacher, what happens between the results is really where the memories thrive. Thinking about my past year, I can’t even begin to make a list of everything it entailed.  From Australia to California to Qatar to Spain to Holland to Belgium to Great Britain to Canada to France to Italy to Germany to China to….. You get the point.  Those are just places though, but they are brimming with memories of pain, laughter, and all that juicy meat (even if you are vegan) of life that you are supposed to savor.  This year was particularly special to me and I tried to absorb as much as possible.  Just like you can’t pick your family, you can’t always pick your team.  But this year I won the team lottery with Cylance Pro Cycling.  I love this team and I love these women.  I tried to wrap up eight of my favorite memories of this season that you won’t always see on social media or EuroSport. “Welcome to the Y-ungle”: I had always been told that Flanders was the best race in the world. It isn’t that I didn’t believe those that told me that, I just have a healthy dose of skepticism.  You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.  But there I was, lined up at the best race in the world.  My Spanish teammate, Sheyla Gutiérrez, kept telling me not to be nervous, since this was only the best race in the world.  I will note Sheyla has some major cajones when she races, she is 2nd overall in the UCI Women’s World Tour U23 standings and current Spanish U23 champion in both the time trial and the road race.  “C’mon!” She yelled.  “This is Flanders, Princess! The best race in the WORLD!” (Yes, they call me Princess, go figure) Coming from a Spanish girl, I knew she must be serious.  Belgium is a long way from the Rioja.  Chewing my nails as I do on the start line, I look over at her encouragement.  Under long sweeping eyelashes, her eyes seemed to grow larger as if she was using the latest SnapChat filter.  She glanced up at me under the feathered lashes with her Cheshire grin, and started singing, “Welcome to the Y-UNGLE!”  She meant J-ungle, but in her Spanish accent I can’t even attempt to mimic, Guns and Roses began playing and my heart rate slowed.  Yes, we were in the y-ungle and about to compete in the best bike race in the world.  Flanders did not disappoint.  But first, a selfie: The Tour of Chongming Island was one of my favorite races this year. I can’t really describe why, except that I felt welcome and was able to explore the showcased country at rapid speeds.  I was searching for the “good” internet in the hotel and wandered into an office.  The employees were taking selfies with me as I was loitering in the background like a creep.  I suggested we take a selfie together, and the next thing you know, the line was out the door.  It turns out a tall blonde in this area is like spotting Bigfoot or something.  I never did find the good internet, but I did love this moment.  Good internet can wait, but first, a selfie. Mi Reina: Cylance Pro Cycling’s soigneur this year was a very sweet Columbian man named Juan.  When we first brought Juan on board, he didn’t speak any English.  I actually don’t know if much as changed, but I adore Juan.  I was learning Spanish this year and it was melding with my Italian and French knowledge, and my brain was becoming a simmering pot of language porridge.  I spent most of my time on the massage table taking Spanish Duolingo with Juan so he could learn English as I studied Spanish.  He called me ‘mi reina” which I learned meant “my queen”.    If you are only going to understand a couple of words mutually in the beginning of a friendship, it appeared to me we were on the right track.  Yo soy su reina. Don’t Freak Out: I had always wanted to go to Australia.  There I was, on a new big team, with one of the best American cyclists ever, Shelley Olds.  We were roommates in Australia and good friends.  I wanted to be the best roommate possible as she was going to be on fire at the Tour Down Under.  Goodnight, sleep well, and then I got food poisoning.  I found myself in the fetal position of the hotel bathroom floor contemplating my will and testament.  Shelly stumbles into the bathroom in middle of the night, ear plugs in, unaware I was having projectile issues.  As she walked in, raising her eye mask, I said, “Shelley, don’t freak out”.  She freaked out.  As she should.  She did end up 2nd overall at the Tour Down Under.  Alongside her successes, I discovered that awkward moment were you look like you have been training hard, but really you just had food poisoning. Don’t freak out. The season is long, but not as long as the hotel hallway when you are carrying a bin of your own vomit. Beware the Vulture: I told you that I almost won a race once, and I believe in the concept of almost winning.  What I might not have clarified well was that I had broken 3 ribs earlier in the day of “almost winning”.  I hate the gore of cycling.  I continued to race the Aviva Tour for the next 4 days with 3 completely broken ribs and all.  Every day, my Director Sportif, Manel Lacambra, would tell me I did not have to start. I should take care of myself.  Yet, as a typical bull-headed cyclist, I felt compelled to start, and I do hate those DNS or DNF or DFL acronyms.  Actually, at this point, DFL would have been ok.  Each day I raced through such excruciating pain, I can’t even describe it.  I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, yet I clipped in and raced and attacked and finished each stage.  One day I spent a total of 60 straight kilometers in the caravan.  With the broken ribs, I couldn’t accelerate my bike but I could hold steady power.  Manel never judged and only asked that I make the best decision for me.  He explained that he would always know where I was in the race, and not to worry.  There was a vulture following me overhead, sharpening its nails in preparation for my demise.  The vulture had to spend much time in the caravan, and eventually escort me to the hospital on the last day as I was blacking out with the pain.  The stars were pretty though.  Everyone saw the vulture, but I never did.  I consider this a victory.  I also learned a valuable lesson.  Perhaps even though I had almost won, maybe I should have let my body rest and recover like my team was prodding me to so.  Silly stubborn bike racers. Beware the vulture, even if you are a tough princess. No Good, Very Bad Day: We were at the Amgen Tour of California in its inaugural year as a UCI Cycling Women’s World Tour Race. We raced on my home roads in my home state!  The amount of pride that was bubbling inside of me was incomparable to anything else.  I was on the front page of the newspaper, and my family, friends, colleagues, and even the group ride were out on course. It was big time, yet my element.  We raced a loop of Levi’s Gran Fondo on Stage 3 and it started and finished in Santa Rosa.  Sonoma County! Where I live! We were defending the Best Young Rider opportunities for my daring teammate, Rosella.  Rosella Ratto at just 23 years old is already a World Championship medalist and European Champion. Cycling is in her blood and she is one of the most talented riders I have ever witnessed.  Then the no good very bad day began.  Descending towards Hwy 1, Rosella had a very untimely puncture.  The barrage impeded her to have a quick wheel change since the group had exploded over Harrison Grade. Most of our team was brought back to try desperately to bring Rosella to the front group.  I have never worked so hard in my career as a professional cyclist.  At one point after doing a suicide dig at the front and shattering, I clawed back on to the front, did one more pull and uttered probably the most disturbing grunt that Rosella will not soon forget.  Goooo! I said.  But I don’t think she could understand me.  She climbed through 80 people up Coleman Valley only to barely miss the select group at the front.  I had the Broom Wagon behind me.  I didn’t know if I could finish the race.  Manel drove by and told me good job and only my dehydration prevented the tears.  It was strange climbing my roads being cheered on by my friends and feeling an overwhelming mixture of sadness yet satisfaction.  We had fought and lost a battle that no one had seen.  If I had more energy I could have explained to everyone that if they knew what I knew, they would be proud too.  We did our best and I can’t regret that.  It was a no good very bad day.  No one knew how strong Rosella was that day but her solo win at Winston-Salem Cycling Classic 6 days later proved it.  We finished that stage a little sheepish and hurried to Sacramento to recover before the final stage.  I was so tired that instead of getting out of the bed in the team’s RV to see where we were on our transfer, I just used my phone to show me on the map.  What was a no good very bad day, was still so beautifully raw and poignant.  We earned even strength bars in Santa Rosa to last a lifetime. Day of Death: I was all smiles before Stage 3 of the Tour of Qatar. Jose, my Cylance Pro Cycling mechanic, with several top 10 sprint finishes in La Veulta to his name (this is before helmets, folks!), snapped a quick photo of me at the start.  Jose is a kind Spanish man that cares for each of his riders like they were his daughters.  He ensures our bikes are safe, and we are taken care of to the best of his ability.  After one of the more unlucky and painful days I have had on the bike, he sent the picture to me later that evening.  Grinning ear to ear, it is as if I had no idea what suffering, crashes, heat, wind, was in store for me in that sweeping desert.  I asked Jose why I looked so happy before such misery.  His response, in his Spanish English was, “The photos are forever.  The misery death yesterday. Today is today.”  You have a point, Jose.  Today is today.  I have the photo of the smiles forever, and hope to learn and grow from the misery between the start and finish line I endured.  Today is truly today, but I am happy I have the photo. Italians in America: Rosella and Valentina took over America for the 3 weeks they were here for Amgen Tour of California to Winston-Salem and Philadelphia Cycling Classic.  From the Golden Gate Bridge to Gettysburg, these ladies know how to do tourism right.  They had to do a quick stop over while the Americans of the team raced US Pro Nationals.  I wanted to get them outfits to cheer on course, but just seeing them out there made me proud.  Taking a bold move 5k to go, to be caught within the final kilometer was almost a gesture of respect to my super fan teammates than anything else.  These two Italians inspire me each day with their ability to be the utmost professional while also not taking life too seriously.  Vale took a photo of me after nationals, and it is the most popular yet.  It really does capture what cycling is all about.  Grit. Mystery. Beauty.  Vale always preaches that beauty lives within and is not defined externally, and especially not by results.  This is very true.  The beauty of bike racing lies within us.  [...] Read more...
July 28, 2016Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet My name is Alison Tetrick, and I love the group ride. There.  I said it.  I really love the group ride.  Say what you will, but this is often my favorite part of the week.  I am not at the point of needing an intervention regarding my fixation on the group ride, but I do plan my schedule around when I can attend these irreplaceably painful and addicting training sessions. When I first started bike racing professionally, I was told that “pros” didn’t do group rides.  Local amateurs were notorious for going too hard, too fast, and perhaps looking too good while doing it.  Race wheels on a group ride? Absolutely!  Strava KOM/QOM? Go for it! That new and fancy customized bike that in order to service you have to send it back to the manufacturer pairs great with a skinsuit and other aerodynamic advantages.  Between the equipment, fitness and shaved legs, you are winning Instagram likes immediately for your style, panache, and miles. For my first few years on the bike, I was intimidated and skeptical of this biweekly brightly hued amoeba taking over the roads.  I felt like I was standing on the edge of the playground watching a game I wasn’t sure I would enjoy yet craved the sense of inclusion.  I wanted to join in this almost cult appearing experience, but instead I would just stare wistfully as they rode away.  I would offer an awkward head nod or a hand flick of a salute.  Head nod? Who does that, anyway? I was allured by the sense of community, the heckling, and the speed.  Can I do the group ride sometime, I asked.  I was reminded that a true professional needed to ride slower than the normal cyclist and at times ride a lot faster.  You needed to train alone to find the perfect homeostasis of slow as balls (whatever that means), and modulating intervals staring at your powermeter.  Super social. Intervals only take you so far, and then you have to actually go ride your bike for competitive fun. One morning, I ignored the rules momentarily and I grabbed a wheel of faith as I let the group ride swarm me.  I never looked back.  I became part of the mass.  The group ride had won my heart.  Two days a week, I can go and play and not think about my training.  It is just about going to meet up with the local thugs and being herded around the county.  (Thankfully my CTS coach, Dean Golich approves this logic.) Yes, I have been attending my group ride(s) for a while now and I still love them as though it were the first day we met.  I am fully willing to admit it. I am a professional cyclist, and I love the group ride. Here are my reasons you should love and respect your group ride too. Brainless: Instead of needing to do intervals or specific training, you can hop aboard the Group Ride Express. All you need to do is to be punctual, know the route/etiquette/sprint lines and off you go! You will get a solid day of training and not have to look at the power or GPS file until you are done.  Use your brain to stay safe, work on weaknesses, and make friends, but you don’t have to use your brain to plan structured training.  This is one way being brainless is beneficial.  Have bike. Attend group ride. Camaraderie: As much you love the monotony and lone wolf aspects of cycling, it is good play well with others too. Love them or hate them, the people on the group ride make it all worth the pain.  Whether you are like me and tend to sing and talk incessantly to anyone and everyone, or you are like the guy that insists on attacking after taking the shortcut, so be it.  We are all invited on the ride.  We do this to ride together, to go fast, to push each other, and to ultimately be better. All for one, one for all! Even if you get dropped, you are still part of the equation. Repeatability: As a scientist, I know any good experiment needs repeatability and good data collection. I love knowing the route, knowing the sprints, and where to be in position and where I can manage to get extra chatty.  Once you get the hang of the group ride loop, it is good to try different ways to sit in, to attack, to suffer, and of course set personal records galore.  You can use whatever device you want to capture your data and there you go.  You can watch your progression throughout the year and sometimes knowing what’s around the next corner is better than being surprised.  Do group ride, collect data, repeat. Accountability: Not everyone has the luxury of a doing a group ride on a Wednesday morning, but bless those that can!  Without them, I would still be snuggled up on the couch about to consume my second breakfast.  You know when you procrastinate your ride long enough where your first breakfast wears off and you need to eat a second breakfast? Yeah.  Not on my two group ride days!  I need to eat and get out the door to meet all my frenemies on the road.  The group ride has a life of its own, and you don’t have to text if you are late or apologize for forgetting deodorant.  You can blend in or stand out as much as you want, but the most important part is that you are there. Challenge: This goes without saying, but I will say it anyway.  There is always someone better than you, no matter who you are.  The group ride will challenge you because you will be pushed passed your limits.  I usually don’t like to ride with people that don’t wait for me when I am having a bad day.  But that’s why I love to hate the people on the group ride.  They push me and challenge each time I show up.  They even ignore my complaining. Skills: I particularly hate it when someone lectures me on what I “need” to do to improve skills.  But, I have to be honest with you, I love using the group ride to get that race leg speed and work on a different set of skills that I can’t do solo.  There are some race scenarios you can’t recreate without your closest 50 friends.  This is where the group ride is perfect.  I do select a fast enough group ride that hopefully no one is practicing beginner skills on the ride.  However, I will try to exploit my own weaknesses and hide my strengths just to practice what I don’t want to.  I also won’t tell you I am practicing my skills, I would rather always consider me as royalty.  Group ride royalty. Glory: There is no winner on the group ride, because we are all winners. I am serious.  You can pick whatever spot you want to be a winner, and there you have it.  Even if you get dropped, you can find a glory moment somewhere.  The group ride may finish, but your glory will live on at the coffee shop after or in Strava accolades forever.    Who needs to win races when you can find all the glory you need on group ride, even if it is only in one segment.  Group ride glory never fades. Expression: Riding your bike can really become an expression.  Be kind and respectful to others, even motorized vehicles, but also express yourself on the pedals! I have a range of emotions on the group ride from rage, insecurity, hubris, exuberance, and of course a little manipulation.  Whoever is on the front making me suffer, I usually hate for that moment.  I sometimes mumble and swear to myself.  I don’t attempt to hide the crazy.  If someone isn’t happy with a woman passing them, I start going a little harder to just start turning the screws.  I will do this especially if they say I am a “beast”.  Remember, talking to Female Cyclists 101.  If I am not feeling good, I try to hide to the best of my ability.  We are all free to express ourselves how we would like on the group ride and then we will all be at the same place, same time in a few days again.  Be nice, be respectful, but make them hurt too! You have to be cruel to be kind, right? Universality: It is like Cher or Madonna. It only needs to be referred to as THE group ride.  No matter where you live.  When I moved to Spain for the season, I realized the group ride was the same here as well.  We ride fast, we punish each other for showing up, and we smile “most” of the way.  No matter if it is the Wednesday ride, the Saturday ride, it is always the group ride.  You know that when you show up to the group ride, you are going to have to pay the price of an elevated heart rate and humility. Love: We all ride bikes for the love of the sport, whether if you get paid for it, Strava it, or update your status.  Find people you want to ride with and share this experience on two wheels.  I am so thankful for my cycling community at home and around the world. [...] Read more...
July 25, 2016Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet There is nothing quite like Paris in July, and apparently everyone thinks so because everyone seems to be in Paris in July, including all my bike friends and bike family. And on this fateful day in Paris in July, the Tour de France and La Course came to take over the streets of downtown to add to the chaos and charm of it all. The weather is usually warmly accommodating, but last year we learned that that even this can have an unexpected turn. Fortunately for the fans and riders alike, it was truly a beautiful summer day in Paris this year. J’adore. You can’t hide the enchantment that Paris contains deep within the cobbles of the Champs Elysees and elegantly displayed among the ornate buildings shimmering with gold. It is like you are visualizing poetry. These old structures you learn about in school and see in the movies seem to loom over you with great expectations of grandeur yet acceptance of the simplicity of being present. It’s one thing to visit Paris in July, it is a whole other plate of brie and escargot to be able to race there! Speaking of which, have you ever tried to eat escargot? You need tools and it is a process. Maybe it is similar to bike racing, and the snail usually loses. This is one race that once you get there and are on the streets, maybe the champagne isn’t only dependent on your result. Maybe those that get to truly experience such a grand occasion can partake. In the women’s race, we completed 13 laps on the iconic circuit, and the speed remained quite high for the duration of the race. Thankfully, this year it was not as slick on the diesel-soaked rocks as last year, but it still offered some traumatic crashes and drama galore. Isn’t Paris supposed to be all about romance? I guess without heartbreak you don’t have true love. Breaks were allowed a little bit of leash for a lap or two, but ultimately, the peloton was motivated to bring their prized sprinters to glory over the line. Wiggle High-5 played a game of tactics, patience, and solid execution to deliver Chloe Hosking to the line for the win. Although she appeared shocked, I think most of Chloe’s competitors and teammates knew the speed she had to complete this mighty result. Also impressive to note was Cervelo Bigla with Lotta Lepisto and Joelle Numainville finishing 2nd and 4th with a diminished starting squad of four and suffering a mechanicals and crashes to prove that small and mighty do great things. And having Olympic and mutli World Champion Marianne Vos sprinting to a 3rd place shows she is in stellar position for the Olympics. Rabo-Liv pushed the pace today, were active, and did not need to wait for the sprint, showing their depth and options as a team. Ellen Van Dijk launched a vicious attack with 2k to go, yet she was caught close to the line. Seeing Ellen take off is like watching a TGV train to Paris leaving the terminal. She had her ticket punched and no one could even consider hopping on board. The rest of her Boels Dolmans team had unfortunate luck in some late crashes that took out other potential contenders such as Coryn Rivera. Unfortunately we heard the news that Barbara Guarischi of Canyon SRAM sustained a broken elbow and this is only one casualty of many that were left out there. There was pain shared among all the riders between burning lungs, stinging legs, and ill-fated impacts. Some women you could see were more cautious of risks involved with the impending Olympics and others were more willing to capitalize on the opportunities. You could see how fast the peloton is as many of the riders are in peak form to compete for their country in Rio in fourteen short days. Just like the poetry of Paris, you can literally see the pressure lingering in the air. Racing La Course has a lot to do with skill, power, and tactics, and of course a healthy dose of luck. There is a little bit of playing the lottery out on those cobblestones and those that are strong enough and lucky enough can find success. Cylance Pro Cycling suffered some misfortune, but I am proud of our young squad that is fearless and motivated to perform on the world’s biggest stage. It is like they realized their first love and feel no pain. These women constantly inspire me to continue achieving and work towards something greater. My still healing broken ribs don’t mix well with 78k of cobbles and it was a rather painful experience in total. However, I am always proud to represent my team and sponsors, especially at this magnitude of event. It has a way of bringing us all together to share in this incredible experience and unite the world of bikes. Now, let’s think about adding some more days of racing for the women. It will only increase the value of the greatest bike spectacular on earth. Some find love in Paris, and some race bikes. Some can celebrate with champagne, and others should just drink champagne anyway. What did I learn in Paris? Maybe that you should only drink champagne when you win and when you don’t. You are in Paris after all. May all your pain turn to champagne.   I recently completed this rider diary for Ella Cycling Tips. Ok, it was last night at midnight on a flight from Paris to Barcelona after the race.  Yes, even I am pretty proud of my quick turnover rate and report. You can thank Ella Cycling Tips for that! Hope you enjoy it! [...] Read more...
June 27, 2016Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet Is there such thing as almost winning? This concept for me goes back to my first grade spelling bee.  Prancing proudly into the house at 7 years old with my second place ribbon, only to reach the realization that second place was really just the first loser.  In this situation being the first loser may have been prevented if I had asked them to use the word in a sentence. I had difficulty pronouncing the difference between “ripe” and “wipe” so I spelled the wrong word. Even so, this is a lesson that I will always remember. But then again, my favorite food was tuna casserole so I had a lot to learn. Our whole lives we are taught to strive to win, to be the best.  Be the best in sport, school, careers and even family life.  At one point some of us settle for the 80% or even just completion credit.  If not, just use a clever filter and crop on Instagram and play the part.  No one can be on top form all the time, right?  No one is perfect.  But the athletes who we idolize and the CEO’s who we google stalk, are all considered winners in our book.  We want to be winners too.  Honestly, that’s why I like being in sport.  There are clear and concise deliverables.  Whoever crosses the line first, wins.  Although this may not guarantee your Olympic bid, you had a moment of winning.  But what about the people that really tried?  That gave their best effort.  Whose struggle captured the crowd’s heart? The underdog with the compelling story.  What about those who almost won?  Is there such a thing as almost winning? Almost winning sounds like an oxymoron.  I have tried to look at this without bias from both angles.  I believe I can because I have been on both sides of the results and scoreboard.  I have been the rider who even though was victorious, was close to being upset and the crowds murmured about the possibility of dethroning the queen.  And I have been the rider that almost won with courage and gusto, but was just passed at the line in dramatic fashion.  Ultimately, I have won some spelling bees but have lost quite a few. The concept of almost winning has been floating in my mind since my return from the Aviva Women’s Tour in Great Britain.  Perhaps I am more sensitive to it now because I still feel the burn of almost winning. Almost winning a Women’s World Tour race and donning the leader’s jersey! Can you imagine!? But, I didn’t win.  It was close but as the sprint whooshed by it was an 8th place finish and a special award for my courageous effort. Can you use the word disappointed in a sentence? I attacked solo 25k to go in Stage 1 of the race, only to be caught within a few meters of the finish line by a charging field.  I did have three broken ribs from an early crash, but that is beside the point.  Pain is nothing when you are fulfilling your duty.  When you strike out on these brave missions, the victory isn’t motivating you as much as the fact that you are going to do something.  You aren’t going to be just a statistic of cycling, you are going to be a difference maker and boldly go where, well, the race course tells you to go. But you will be there first! You go through four stages in this process.  In the initial move, it doesn’t matter if you win, it just matters that you can feel satisfied with your race.  You are judging yourself on your effort.  The middle part is where you find your rhythm and your sweet spot.  You commit to your move. Then, you see the finish line and for a split second, you think, I can do this. I can do this! Honk. Bam. A couple of riders sprint by you.  You hang your head in defeat, you fight through to the finish.  You are consumed with feelings of exhaustion, regret, and doubt.  Then the “what if’s” creep in and you wonder about all the things you could have done differently.  The agony of losing is heightened by the low blood sugar and burning lungs.  Insert broken ribs here if it is applicable. Three to be exact, from a crash earlier in the stage. Oh the pain. It isn’t fun to not win.  Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe your feelings. Pain just is normal regardless of the outcome. We all have pain and suffer, that doesn’t make you special. But was it worth it? Absolutely. Even if you didn’t win, you were a crucial part of sport.  Sport is dramatic and beautiful, and not life.  You showed courage and tenacity and maybe a little stupidity, but that is what it is all about.  Why else do you line up to a race? Winning isn’t everything.  Almost winning is something too.  Even if it is just against yourself.  At least you tried, gave an effort.  You risked, you raced.  You put yourself out there to either succeed or fail.  That’s why we spectate and participate in sport.  We don’t compete to just get a gold star for finishing.  We compete to push our limits.  To test ourselves.  Sometimes this may not be the result, but your overall effort.  You know when you almost beat yourself, and when you played it safe.  I would rather almost win, then just survive.  Of course I can say that now with hindsight clarity, and in the moment I wanted to crawl into a hole.  The end result is only one part of the endeavor.  You have to have courage under fire and be bold.  By doing this, you will have a hell of a story, and you also may surprise yourself and those around you. Race bikes. Use it in a sentence. Win. Almost win. Lose. But make it count. [...] Read more...
June 22, 2016Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet The phone call comes in for a typical interview request from my latest bike race participation or community event involvement.  Pleasantries are exchanged, and if the journalist has utilized google prior to the conversation, they usually have a pretty good idea of who I am and what comprises my background including injuries, education, and career. Then the inevitable question. Why do you race bikes? This is the most common question I am asked.  Actually, I wish that were the most common question I am asked.  I am lying.  The truth is that the most common question I am asked is “Why do you still race bikes”.  I could answer the first question stated all day long.  I can revel in the beauty the bike offers in scenery, freedom and adventure.  I can passionately describe how I love the burning in my legs and lungs in order to win races and be a team member on a Women’s World Tour Team, Cylance Pro Cycling.  I can explain my love for the culture and the community of people just like me.  I can recount stories of the lifetime friendships and bonds I have created with amazing people and my family, as cycling runs in my blood. I can puff with pride about representing solid, reputable sponsors and their brands and advocacy initiatives.  I can even distract you with the intrigue of world travel and being able to race and ride around the world, as my job!  I have raced in Australia, Qatar, Europe, Canada, China, New Zealand, Argentina, Mexico and of course in the USA.  Currently recovering from a race in Great Britain, I can write this from Costa Brava while basking in Catalonia sunshine.  Racing and riding bikes is an incredibly powerful experience and opportunity for me, and I love sharing this passion. Why do you still race bikes?    But when you insert still into this seemingly innocent question, there is where the truth of the matter lingers in the shadows of all things raw and real. All the parts of the question I would like to avoid. Why do you still race bikes?    My heart rises into my chest as if it grew four sizes too big for my body and needs to escape in order for me to breathe.  It is like I am claustrophobic from the inside out.  I feel a flood of fear and vulnerability slowing rising into my throat on the brink of spilling.  Tears burn behind my eyes threatening to escape.  The body temperature rises as the sweat drips into my armpits but somehow I have the chills and shiver. Super awkward for that post interview hug.  There is an internal realization that it is indeed a very good question, it’s just one I don’t even want to ask myself. It is too real.  It hurts too much.  I go to therapy over a question like this.  I take a deep breath.  Quote a mantra. Try to relax the “fight or flight” response that has been engaged. Little did you know what you initiated.  My cycling journey is headlined with issues of head injuries and broken bones that required a path of recovery through mental health, graduate school and advocacy.  You don’t get to pick your own story.  They never tell you that.  They tell you that you can create and be whoever you want.  Then that moment or thing happens.  It always does.  There is your story.  It turns out my story literally hit me on the head.  Pun intended. I have lost my fair share of skin and pride while racing my bike.  I feel the pangs of anxiety and nerves when I line up to race.  One crash in particular was life altering.  Along with a broken pelvis, I battled a traumatic brain injury that took me through an emotional roller coaster of mental health, depression, learning to read again, and regaining life balance.  Head injuries are very complicated. There are traumatic brain injury compensation claims that one should focus on when it comes to the legalities. As much as I would like to move forward without mentioning it and show some sort of standardized resilience, the impact has been too great.  It causes me to accept and recognize my vulnerability each day.  You may be one of the many people realizing the irony in the fact that I still race bikes.  I raise awareness about complications associated with head injuries and mental health.  I went to graduate school to further understand the brain and head injuries.  My life was completely changed, yet I am willing to continue a risky sport.  There is irony in a story that you did not choose for yourself.  What is the allure and the driving force that seems to conquer all fear and possible danger to line up and continue the pursuit of professional cycling? That’s a good question.  I wish I had an answer.  I simply do not. Why do you still race bikes?     I have answered this question in more ways than I can count.  I use it as a therapeutic process for me to see my progress, to try to quantify what happened, to try to find the answer by answering. To continue to be strengthened at the cost of humility.  Although my approach allows for some powerful answers, it doesn’t necessarily answer the question.  At least not to who it really matters, that critical and discerning version of yourself that you bury in your core. Why do you still race bikes?    Here are a few examples of my responses: Challenge myself. To continue getting better at something. Give back to a community that has given so much yet taken away so much as well. Use my platform to do good things. Make the world a better place on two wheels. Enrich others through my gifts. Invest in myself and you. Continue to grow the sport. These responses are true.  These are some of my acknowledged reasons and although they may answer the question for you, I am not completely satisfied.  You may notice that none of my answers have a thing to do about results.  This is also very true.  I love good results as much as the next competitor, and will never forget standing on the podium at the World Championships. But it isn’t the results that drive me forward.  Results, deliverables, and winning are like rainbow sprinkles on a chocolate sundae.  They sure look pretty and are externally validating, but they aren’t the substance of the dessert.  There is a greater purpose to bike racing than results themselves. Why do you still race bikes? I don’t know.  That is my answer.  But really, do any of us know the answer?  There is an invisible force that the bike conjures and as sweet as a siren song we follow along.   Bikes just foster this rare set of emotions that we cannot describe.  We aren’t brainless, we aren’t enchanted, but we continue following something we love for the very sake of it all.  There are many mysteries in sport, and perhaps this is one of them.  Of course I struggle with the risk and the inherent danger of the unknown.  I strive to be educated and calculated.  It is the scientist and survivor in me.  I also know that I have spent much of my career fearful.  Life and bike racing is meant to be inhaled to its fullest.  I admit that I question my decision and my capabilities, yet I know I am not blindly pursuing a passion.  I continue to invest in the inevitable Plan B that just might be my Plan A all along.  I have another career and education outside of the bike bubble and I still love the ability to be free on two wheels.  Passion cannot be always be verbally defined and sometimes can only be felt.  Bicycle racing is only a short part of a long life so I will make a lasting legacy with it while I can. Why do you still race bikes? To be a legend to myself. Maybe the answer is just the ability to ask the question in the first place.  If we didn’t love this sport so much, it would be easier to explain. I dedicate this to those that have asked this question and may nor may not have noticed me writhing and evading in pain, guilt, and uncertainty.  To the friend that told me it was acceptable to not have an answer to this question, thank you for encouraging expression of limited human capacity.   May you all pursue what you love with vigor and passion.  Each day should be conquered with purpose and perspective.  Even through tender memories and consequences of your story, love and cherish the person you have become through it all.  Look broadly to be prepared, and narrowly enough to be focused and present.    [...] Read more...
April 21, 2016Blog / Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet At one point you stop announcing new adventures because adventure becomes a part of life.  It is your mantra, it is your routine.  Can adventure become a routine?  Yes, it can be an enchanting practice of repetition, especially when it involves a bicycle.  This may be my excuse for the extremely tardy update, or perhaps I have been hoarding all these experiences.  Yes, I tend to grasp, hold, and keep things for my very own.  My bike has escorted me to so many different places the last 7 years and I fear I have begun to lose count or am beginning to forget even the most minor detail.  Each place is unique and offers a fresh place to learn and grow.  I search for meaning and purpose while living on two wheels, and aspire to do great things.  The bike has become a vessel to be a part of a family, to become a mechanism of something greater, and to ultimately change the world.  You want to know my goals?  Well, there you have it. This year I am racing for Cylance Pro Cycling.  This is a big adventure, yet it is an adventure where I feel like I am right where I am supposed to be.  Or perhaps I have always been.  This team is important to me for several reasons. First of all, the title sponsor, Cylance Inc, is the real deal.  It is an innovative anti-virus firm that is the only one like it in the world, and winning awards left and right for its revolutionary ingenuity.  I like representing a company that is forward thinking, intelligent, and of course loves bicycles and life balance.  Another reason is that I have dreamed of riding a Cannondale Bicycle for many years.  Call me shallow, but I have always been attracted to the aesthetic beauty of the geometry of these American bikes and have wanted to be part of this addictive and  contagious Cannondale family.  Fear of missing out on a machine so perfect and willing to support women’s cycling made me envious of those able to ride these bikes.  Now, I am one of the lucky ones.  Besides just the looks and mission of the company, of course I am also thrilled about the practical positives of my new steed such as balance, lightness, and power transfer of such a sexy and fast bicycle.  This bike somehow manages to be responsive, yet stable.  Light, yet efficient.  Yes, I have fallen in love, and I am completely enamored.  Pair this dream boat with Mavic wheels, Speedplay pedals, and SRAM components?  This girl is in complete bicycle heaven. Our motto on Cylance Proc Cycling is to #inspiretoachieve and I couldn’t agree more.  You can easily see that the support of this team is unparalleled and each rider is ultimately set up for success from equipment to management to sponsors.  But I digress.  These are the cold hard facts, and I am feeling much more emotional.  The warmth that floods my very core is the team aspect of this team.  The staff, management, sponsors, and riders are the reason this is a great adventure with purpose and satisfaction.  It is one thing to be able to race your bike.  It is another thing entirely to be a part of something bigger.  Bike racing isn’t a right, or an entitlement.  Even as a professional.  Bike racing is a gift.  It is an opportunity, and you can decide what you will do with this platform.  To be on a team where each member realizes this important purpose and can use it professionally to attain their personal and athletic goals all while remaining a part of something greater, is why I race my bike. This year, I have already been to Australia, Qatar, Spain, Italy, France, Belgium, Germany, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Russia, and Switzerland, to just name a few.  I have also lost my passport, slept in airports, and traveled in horrendous outfits after not showering post-race for many hours.  The planes, trains, and automobile circus will continue the rest of the year, and I will crave time with my family and friends at home.  But being a part of something greater and my consistent work with Amgen’s Breakaway from Cancer® makes me realize I am on the right path.  In a couple of weeks racing will take me to Great Britain and China, all before the Amgen Tour of California!  The travel may sound like the adventurous part, and I do enjoy the new sights and smells, but the adventure is found in so much more.  Even if I have been to a place before, it is still a new day and a new experience.  Every day is beautiful and special, regardless of the terrain and weather, because it is an opportunity to live.  To inhale.  To pedal.  To smile. To embrace each day we have.  Yes, I am thrilled to be a part of Cylance Pro Cycling, based in Costa Brava for the duration of the year.  Yes, I do like saying Costa Brava.  But more importantly, I am proud to be a part of something so much greater that just bike racing.  I am motivated in continued challenges, but also accomplishments that extend beyond race winnings.  Whether it is the growth of women’s sports, or increasing opportunity in the sport that I love, working in advocacy, or continuing education,  it is my time to make a difference and continue to grow and learn more about this world, and myself.  It may not seem that pedaling a bike can change the world, but I will find a way to do just that.  Adventure time it is! As per protocol. [...] Read more...
December 30, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet It is that time of year where our calendars are filled with holiday parties and riding in inclement weather, which can take quite a bit more time than you initially plan. If you are like me, you catch yourself reeling from the chaos and also finding a faint sense of nostalgia of the year rapidly closing. No New Year’s party or endurance ride feels like it gives the appropriate goodbye to a passing year. Just as you are knee deep in memories, your cycling shoes are dry and your rainy day laundry is clean, so you are back on the bike planning grand expectations of a year to come. This year will be different. This year will be better. Before you ignore the lessons learned, acquired scars, fleeting glory, take a second to reflect on this year and tell me your “Top 8 #Bestof2015 Moments”. This is the time to award those moments with the recognition they deserve, or at least acknowledge those now notorious incidences. No matter how turbulent your year, you can still find those times that exceeded your expectations, touched your heart, and of course those you would like to forget, but you know you will not have that luxury. Take notes, learn lessons, cherish each day. This was hard for me to select only 8, but here are my #Bestof2015! Tour Femenino de San Luis: It is hard to believe one of my favorite moments happened so soon into 2015. Winning a race in January is hard enough, but it also sets a high bar for the next 11 months. I will never forget racing on a small composite Argentinian team and all the warm that consumed my heart each day. The hospitality and beauty of this country was only rivalled by their innate ability to dance, laugh, and sing in any occasion. Every moment seemed to deserve its own form of celebration. Of course winning is fun, but crossing that line there I felt like I was a part of something much bigger and more comprehensive. It was family, culture, and purpose. If only I can keep this vitality in my daily life, I will be a better person from these memories I shared with the Xirayas de San Luis.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 USA TTT National Championships and World Championships: It was a pleasure racing for Optum Pro Cycling p/b Kelly Benefit Strategies in 2015. I loved being on an American team racing the World Championships as National Champions on our home soil. After winning USA Cycling Pro TTT Nationals, we donned the best patriotic robes we could fine to make a bit of scene at the World Championships in Richmond, Virginia. Laugh all you will, but the World Championships only happen once a year, and who knows how long we will have to wait for them to return to the USA! Go America!   Champs-Elysees Romance: Some people go to Paris to fall in love, and some people go to Paris to shop while sightseeing. I went to Paris to race my bike around the Champs-Elysees in a diesel soaked rain in the Tour de France. Although I crashed multiple times and was not having a necessarily shining moment, I still get the chills remembering racing in Paris. I guess you can say I completed the stages of grief, and now can file that memory into a deserving special place. I am still hoping for a consolation handbag from the streets of Paris for my efforts, but for now, I will just take the bruises with pride. Ok, and maybe that hematoma that is still there too. Darn.   4. Always beat the boys: No, I am not signing up to race the men’s Tour any time soon. But these wise words were given to me by one of my favorite little superstars. Chiara came out to watch me race in Lodi, and told me that her race strategy at school was to always beat the boys. She has a point. Never sell yourself short, dream to accomplish big things, and know no limits. Sure, winning the race was fun, but the power this girl instilled in me was even better. She doesn’t have to grow up to be a bike racer, but she can grow up to be a strong, successful, independent woman who pursues a healthy life with passion and grit. This encompasses why I race bikes. Taking Yourself Out #soPro: Crashing is one thing, crashing yourself on the live stream while off the front at USA Pro Nationals takes it to a whole new level. Sorry, Mom and Dad! Like a true professional, I crashed myself out and although the glory fades, the scars and YouTube live forever. Although it does make a great .gif and has led to plenty of discussion of why I crashed, it still happened. It was one of those Perfect Storm moments and before you know it you are down and bloody. It is a moment that I would like to forget, but it is one I will always remember. First of all, the scar will never leave me alone, and it is one of my better pictures of the 2015. At least beauty is only skin deep? BeNe Tour Dream Team: Belief in yourself is viable, but when your whole team believes in you, you can exceed all expectations. Especially your own. This doesn’t just apply to bike racing, but into work, family, and friends. When you feel the true support of those around you, you can conquer all. Remember to relish those moments where you are bolstered with the power of your support network, and also use this feeling as a reminder to support those around you. Teamwork does go a long way, even into Belgium on cobbled streets. Winning on classic Belgium turf makes me a bike racer, but I only could complete this feat because of the team and our goal. Be inspired by those like-minded people you surround yourself with! Family First: It isn’t all about racing, it is about so much more. The best memories of 2015 were the times I could spend with people I care about and love. It was amazing to have my 84 year old bike racing Grandpa in the follow car with me at the USA Pro Challenge. Although he swore he has never cried before, he admits to having tears in his eyes watching me suffer up that steep time trial climb. Sorry for blowing up so badly, Grampy! It happens to the best of us. It was so demoralizing, I think my team director, was just happy I didn’t get off my bike and walk, but that is another story. My Grandpa, with his over 17 national USA Cycling titles, introduced me to bike racing 6 years ago, and it didn’t take me long to realize it was in my blood the whole time. Thank you to Paul Tetrick for showing me that sport is a lifestyle and cycling can be life. Thanks to the cheers and hugs from my Grandma after the race too. Even when things don’t go that well, you don’t remember the failure, you remember the love. Not Racing: Some of best memories of the year were found out of the races and out onto to the open roads of experiencing the world by bike. Whether it was a trip to the old family cabin in Hume Lake with my Mom, riding down the Monterey beach with my Dad, or ascending to the top of Mt. Evans, it was these views, introspection, solid company, and deep breaths that never can be replaced. There is something about just exploring and being completely present where you are that truly refills your batteries. You find satisfaction, you make time for others, and you reacquaint with yourself. These are the moments you grow, learn, and discover. [...] Read more...
December 1, 2015Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet One of my favorite things about my bike is the adventure.  Really you can take your bike wherever you want to do and do whatever your heart desires.  The bike is about the wherever and whatever.  Your bike becomes a vessel of transportation as well as the pivotal catalyst that sparks your wanderlust and challenges you to become better.  It doesn’t have to be about racing, or STRAVA segments, although those are noble pursuits in their own right.  I like to win just as much, if not more, than the next person.  However, the bike can become about something bigger.  Something so big you can’t quite comprehend, but you just enjoy the ride.  Quite literally. As a professional cyclist, it can’t be about training and intervals all the time, if not even most of the time.  I need to get out there and clip in because I want to explore my boundaries and push past the norm and into a realm of adventure mixed with a bit of chaos.  Now that’s why I ride.  Freedom is found in the unknown where you have let go of expectations, fear, and insecurity.  It becomes much simpler in this space.  I have caught glimpses of this during racing, where I can use boldness to conquer a course and get the result.  Yet even if I don’t get the result, you still can find this freedom in knowing you pushed your limits and gave it your best effort.  However, when the stars align during a race, this is a feeling you never forget.  It rarely goes according to plan, but you can capitalize on opportunity and react, and follow your instinct.  This makes racing less tied up in structure and more about finding your adventure zone. But let’s be honest, the best part of adventure by bike is those beautiful days where you explore new routes, bigger destinations, and local cuisine.  I am notorious for planning rides based on the food and wine specialties paired delightfully with historical markers and beautiful views.  Living in Northern California, I am blessed with the endless options of a crisp sauvignon blanc paired with oysters to a farm fresh meal with freshly roasted coffee.  Yes, you didn’t think oysters and wine could be consumed mid-ride, but I am here to say this can happen.  And I lived to tell about it.   I highly suggest destination rides with fun treats, good friends and expansive views.  For some reason food and friends can really motivate an incredible ride. How do you find this adventure zone?  If I can find it in training and racing, so can you.  You have to be able to accept the security in the plan and also be ready let the instructions fly away.  You need to know what you are capable of, and keep challenging that limit.  It turns out, this pursuit of adventure and willingness to explore, can make you a fast bike racer, an honorable pioneer, and a better person. Find your Adventure Zone: Get a destination. This destination can be a goal or a great bed and breakfast with cinnamon rolls.  If you have somewhere you want to go, go for it.  You will find adventure along the way, I promise.  Whether you have a race you want to win, a ride you want to complete, or a landmark that needs to be seen, you can do anything with an apple fritter in your pocket. Bring friends. I am all about solo adventures and winning bike races solo, where you can reconnect with yourself, but bringing along riding buddies can help cut the wind, increase the speed and therefore distance, and adds to the safety of it all!  You can be picky who you bring and more does not always equal merrier.  In racing, you don’t always get to pick your riding group, but thankfully in training you can! Plan for the unexpected. I know I have been discussing the freedom found in the adventure zone, but you should plan where you will stay, get water, food, etc.  But also be ready for the unexpected.  Even races don’t always go according to plan. Be in the moment. Even though you know your route and quest, be ready to let go of the reigns a little and just let the day come to you.  This applies to racing to!  Enjoy being present and existing.  Take pictures to document, but even if you don’t put them on Instagram at the moment, the adventure still happened. Seek and enjoy. You can seek out this adventure zone, but don’t look too hard.  Sometimes it will come to you when you least expect it.  You find it by challenging yourself and getting out on your bike.  You enjoy it because you never know when that moment will come.     I recently wrote this  blog for Defeet and you can check it and other great content here! [...] Read more...
November 13, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet It always seems easier to get out and be active when the sun is shining and the weather is warm. As fall can no longer be ignored, and winter is approaching, it becomes more difficult to squeeze in your exercise with the shorter days and a busy holiday party schedule. Cardio is a great way to not only boost your metabolism, but also energize your day. Instead of procrastinating or making excuses for wanting to hibernate as the weather gets cooler, find ways to be active regardless of the season. Here are some tips to motivate you to sneak in that cardio. 1. There is always time. Even if you just dedicate 20 minutes to a quick workout, you will benefit from this.  Jog up the stairs at work or walk briskly a few blocks longer before getting in the cab.  Stow a pair of comfy shoes at your desk for these quick adventures.  You will return more alert and productive. 2. Make it a priority. Add your cardio to your “to-do list” so you can cross it off when you have accomplished it for the day, or schedule into your calendar.  Your health is important, so make it a priority.  Try a spin class at your local gym, which is a great way to get your heart rate up without impact and under the light and warmth of the indoors. 3. Be creative. A workout doesn’t have to be the obvious gym routines like a treadmill, it can be fun. Join a recreational sport league like basketball, tennis or volleyball, where you can exercise without getting bored.  Think about the activities you like the most, and ways your can incorporate them into your week. 4. Something is better than nothing. Don’t be a fatalist when it comes to completing your cardio session for the day when things don’t go the way you plan.  Just because your meeting ran late, doesn’t mean you can’t do something different or a shortened version—remember there is always time.  You just need to make it a priority.  With shorter time available, doing a more intense workout can be efficient.  For example, doing sprints or surges with a recovery between the intervals. 5. Make it a family affair. Time is precious, so why not plan some family outings that involve a little exercise.  Ice skating and skiing are winter activities that the whole family can enjoy, and a great way to encourage your loved ones to incorporate exercise into their day. 6. Bring a friend. If you have someone you are supposed to meet at o’dark thirty, you are more likely to strap on that head lamp and get out the door.  Find a good exercise partner to hold you accountable for those morning runs or the class at the gym.       As many of you know, I work with Amgen’s Breakaway from Cancer as an ambassador plus more!  Breakaway from Cancer partners with 4 non profit organization and works to bring awareness to amazing resources available to those affected by cancer.  I recently wrote this blog for one of their partners, Prevent Cancer Foundation. [...] Read more...
July 25, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet There is something about bike racing that either kills brain cells or it makes you a philosopher. This latest race had me writing a haiku of the emotional roller coaster in that resounded in staccato notes within my head. The painful places of depth that you go while racing allow you to explore your insecurities, motivation, and courage, even if you don’t want to. You dip into that cave and then quickly try to ignore everything you just discovered and hit the mute button to regain focus.  Just when you think you have surmounted an incredible mental hurdle to finish the race, make the front group, or perhaps even win, you look around and realize that you really are not that special. Those warriors around you have also put their mind over matter, taken risk, ignored the pain, made rash decisions, and kept reality on call waiting to accomplish something of note as well. Don’t even get me started on the how this pales in comparison to life outside of sport. So many people put up with a lot more than the possibility of a bruised ego or burning legs. Regardless of how philosophical I become or what I can endure, sport is an allegory to life. It gives us endless opportunities to learn and grow, and maybe compose the occasional poetry. The race was the BeNe Ladies Tour which precariously balances between the border of the Netherlands and Belgium. 4 stages and many kilometers of cobbles on every day. Even the time trial had cobbles. I love cobbles. The team was racing well and 5 of the 6 riders placed in the top 15 in the TT. I considered this TTT training, or maybe it was because our accommodations had 6 girls in one room on 3 pairs of bunk beds. We are getting comfortable drafting each other even in our sleep. With 3 of us entering the final day within the top 10, Optum had no shortage of options and tactics we could employ. The team rode beautifully and when I escaped solo with 36k to go, they put their faith in my ability to win the race. The moto came alongside me as I darted through tiny roads in the Belgium countryside and through towns and over bridges, to tell me that my team was racing strong and smart because they believed in me. He told me to keep fighting for my team. It could have been sweat dripping down my face, or it could have been tears that briefly shadowed my vision, but this moment touched me and suddenly I could feel all the emotions that I had been suffocating throughout the effort. You attack on heightened emotions, but then you silence your voices inside, and you commit in a cold hearted fashion. Just so you know, even that win the race, still are doubting themselves. I crossed the line 12s in front of the peloton, won the final stage, and finished 4th in GC, just a mere 1s off the podium. It was a team win, and I do not take this lightly considering any of my teammates could have been in my position. Once crossing the finish line, I could release those emotions that were stored away and enjoy the moment with my team over mussels and frites.  Yet, there was a pang of guilt for the moments I doubted myself or tried to make excuses. What I learned from this race is that you don’t have to be perfect, but you have to complete your plan. Use what drives you, silence it at times, and ignite it when you need to finish the job. If you are doubting yourself, others have their own battles too. Your struggles may not make you special, but you still have to get through these sections to be your best. It is all a part of the course we run.  Or in this case, the course that is prepared for you.  It is up to you to tackle it your own way and conduct your own orchestra the way you see it. My BeNe Haiku: Died a thousand deaths Quit the sport several times Happy for the win Yes, I am happy for the win, yet I will also acknowledge all the times during the race and other days I felt incapable of rising above. No path is smooth and without cobbles, and the easy way is not the one you may enjoy the most. It is for the moments of dark depth, tearing eyes, and release of elation that make it all complete.  It is the seasoning of life and in this case, bike racing.  Next races: La Course by Le Tour de France Giro Sparkassen World Cup US Pro Challenge       Thank you to Optum Pro Cycling p/b KBS and our sponsors,  and my coaching from Carmichael Training Systems! [...] Read more...
April 2, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet Mental toughness is a word that gets thrown around quite often in the sports world. Cycling, just like other endurance sports, require you to spend a lot of time in your own head. I always considered this both a blessing and a curse. For one, I think of myself as quite entertaining. However, this entertainment value can drain tremendously in an easily assessed relationship with increase of hours on a bike, or decrease of performance. The more time you spend on the bike, the more your entertainment value may decrease. Similarly, as your performance decreases, your entertainment value does as well.  It’s an indirect or direct relationship, depending on how you look at it. Where do you find this mythical mental toughness that is harder to find than a unicorn? And where do you find that laser focus that seems only to be found in one-dimensional athletes you don’t want to be like, or the super hero villain in a comic book? You find it right where everything else is. Inside of you. You really are the answer. Mental toughness requires a skewed vision of reality. I think some of the most mentally tough individuals are those that do not see the world like the rest of us. They may see themselves as the best, as winning, and as better than you, long before their predictions become a reality. You swear they never can do it, they don’t have this or that, and they are cocky.  But they, suddenly, you look up, and they are on a higher step on the podium. Mental toughness brings out a crop of people that believe they are the best, and that makes them able to perform like they are when it matters. Mental toughness requires a clear vision of reality. Contrary to the above statement, you cannot live in a fairy world and succeed. You have to have a clear vision of your goals, of you current ability, and of your future prospect. Being tough is not all about rainbows, it is also about enduring the daily muck and quagmire of training and getting beat. Training is not glorious, and losing sure as hell is not either. But this is reality. Just like Rome was not built over night, neither were your results. Mental toughness means not giving up, even when you fail, remaining positive, and persevering. You have a clear vision of reality, and you are willing to surpass all expectations, even your own. Mental toughness requires you just to do it. At one point, you do not make any more excuses. It does not matter where you have been, and where you want to go. You just become tough. You choose to not give up, you choose to prevail, and you choose to fight. No one can do this for you, it is all up to you. Mental focus doesn’t have to be perfect. You know those drone athletes you respect and maybe do not like? They are not focused 100% of the time either. Focus is never perfect. Those that are able to regroup and refocus quicker, are more mentally tough. The quicker you can turn the dial back to focus on your task at hand, the better your performance will be. Do not get caught up in your distraction. Take a deep breath, regain composure, and keep going. Your competitors are losing focus too. Even the drones. Mental focus needs you to be balanced. Just like your parents used to tell you growing up, the world does not revolve around you. Your mental focus needs to be balanced in your skewed reality as well as the real world you live in. Things matter more than your performance. Being a good person, being a loving person, and being a productive member of society. Mental focus needs to be balanced. If you build your entire mental toughness based on your results and your performance, you are dooming yourself to failure. Mental focus means you see the bigger picture. Even though you want laser focus, you also want to see the bigger picture. You may have one dream, one pie in the sky goal that you simply HAVE to accomplish or you will NEVER be satisfied. Take a step back. Plant little goals along the way, and don’t get distracted by a do or die performance. Look at the bigger picture, what you want to accomplish, and pat yourself on the back for achieving each stepping stone on your way to the ultimate milestone. Mental toughness and focus cannot be that hard… can it? Each person faces this question differently, and we each need to approach mental toughness in a way that is unique and compliments who we are. Let’s face it, we aren’t those drone athletes, and who wants to be one? We are all a work in progress.  I am lucky to work with a great CTS coach that helps me when my reality becomes too skewed, or too realistic.  Mental toughness isn’t an easy battle, but it’s important to realize it is all part of the process. [...] Read more...
February 15, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet We all have heard about riding “down the coast” of California, but rarely people talk about riding “up the coast”. I am partial to California over any other state, and I absolutely love riding in my home state, and especially in Northern California. Last year, I decided that I wanted to “earn my turkey” and ride down to Santa Maria for Thanksgiving. This year, Thanksgiving was going to be at the ranch in Redding, so I thought there was no better way to go “home” for the holidays than by bike! Technically, we rode to Eureka and rented a car to Redding. We needed one more day to get to Redding and I would want to double check the holiday traffic on a somewhat busy highway. Start: Petaluma Destination: Eureka What did we bring? 1 Camelback: With flip flops, 1 long sleeve shirt, 1 pair of shorts, 1 extra sports bra. (This year I opted not to bring makeup or a book. True story.) 2 extra tires. 4 extra tubes. 4 CO2 Cartridges Credit Card/ID iPhone and iPhone charger (for pictures for Instagram and to call my parents, duh) Multi-tool with chain gauge Extra Chain What was the weather and timing? Barely any chance of rain, lows in the 40s, highs in the 60s, and some morning fog. What were ride times? The days were short (sun setting at 4:55pm), and we started riding by 9:15am each day Our shortest day on the bike was 5 hours, and our longest day was 7 hours. Besides “pee breaks”, we usually only stopped once officially for a quick “lunch” break, but kept motoring due to limited light and time. We chose to start later when it was warmer but that made the riding a pretty serious focused scramble. What did I wear? This is usually what I started in, but these layers could be used and shed as necessary. I was slightly concerned one morning because I literally had on all the clothes I brought, and new I couldn’t dress any warmer than I already was. 1 set of leg warmers 1 set of bibs 1 Pearl Izumi baselayer 1 jersey 1 pair of arm warmers 1 SRAM vest 1 Pearl Izumi rain jacket 1 neck gator 1 headband 1 helmet 1 pair of Oakley photochromatic lenses (change darkness depending on lighting) 1 SRAM socks 1 Road ID Defeet HiVis Orange Shoe Covers (for warmth and also visibility) Defeet HiVis Pink Gloves Day 1: Petaluma to Mendocino STRAVA Food and lodging: Petaluma Market breakfast burrito, apple fritter, and a dirty martini upon arrival in Albion. Stay at Albion River Inn. AMAZING views, food, and rooms! Once I got past the miles that are my “interval roads” I was so excited to have a destination and to be able to soak the day in. Beautiful pavement, and all rolling Hwy 1 terrain. It does not get any better than this.  I learned that I loved Mendocino County and need to ride North more often. Day 2: Mendocino to Humboldt STRAVA Food: Hotel breakfast, Snickers, Oreos, Almonds, Nutter Butter, and Yerba Mate (no food options from Mendocino to Humboldt make it gas station slim pickings). There was one stretch here on 101 that was slightly nerve wracking. I hear there is a way to avoid these 12 miles by a slightly dirt road. But with limited light, we did not have time for exploration. However, I did consider hitchhiking that stretch of 101! It was about 7 miles of chaos, and then was smooth sailing into Garberville. Take the 2 mile detour and pay the 5 bucks to ride your bike through a tree, it is well worth it. Day 3: Garberville to Eureka via the Lost Coast, Panther Gap, and Ferndale. STRAVA Some very STEEP roads and some are dirt (Honeydew). You could also get a second hand high from riding through Humboldt during “harvest season”. Limited traffic, unforgettable scenery, and nice people! By FAR the most challenging day where you climb an endless wall off of the Lost Coast and tears will be shed. However, the Lost Coast is the most spectacular coastline you have ever seen. No cars, beautiful water, and you are in a place all to yourself. Bring a climbing gear and some perseverance to finish this day. I wish we could have ended this ride in Ferndale instead of making the additional 30k to Eureka, which also involved another stretch of 101. There is a way to skirt this, but you had additional climbing, and at this point, you are already pushing 10,000feet in elevation, and it added 12 miles which we didn’t have enough light for. After climbing Panther Gap from the Lost Coast, let me know if you want to add more miles and climbing! One of my favorite things to do on a bike, besides of course win races, is to take my bike and my friends on an adventure. I would do this route again, but would love to continue north into Oregon if I had a few additional days. Heading north, you do make a gamble with the wind being in your face all day, but it was worth it and we had limited wind. A destination ride allows for you to plan your own adventure, and to explore roads you have never ridden. I highly suggest looking at some of this routes up and down the coast of Northern California. Enjoy the ride, but most importantly, be safe and prepared for your adventure. Check your equipment to ensure it is running smoothly, and bring spare parts and warm clothes. Check the weather so you know what to expect, and then let each day bring you brand new adventure! Pick a good crew to ride with, and an even number is best (unless it is only 2!).  You want even skills, ability, and motivation (and maybe someone to carry your Camelback!)   [...] Read more...
January 22, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet Some moments you just want to capture forever.  Some moments you don’t want to dream about, you just want to believe them.  This wasn’t just one moment, it was an accumulation of unique moments spread out over the 3 months that I was racing for Astana BePink across Europe. It was one of those beautiful times that you know you just have to grasp and inhale with such vigor that you soak in every detail voraciously in fear of forgetting or becoming complacent. And these moments were and are still mine. I look back on them a bit selfishly because as much as you want to share them, you own them. You acquired them. You bought them. You bartered for them. They are yours. In this case, they are mine, but I will finally try to share them. However, I fear it will never capture the meaning, the potency, or the emotion of this experience. I have been accused of being selfish, once or twice, and in this circumstance, I will take that allegation with pride and complete ownership. Racing with Astana BePink (thanks to TWENTY16’s blessing) during the last portion of the season, was the best time of my cycling career. I do not say that lightly. It was not all pasta and red wine, neither was it all podiums, glory and aqua blue, although there were plenty of all those stated variables. We did travel with our own pasta, Parmesan, olive oil and espresso machine. Of course, we were Italian, and Kazakh and Russain, and… but that’s where it gets confusing. The style was impeccably loud and the expressions which were equally loud and enough to permeate thin hotel walls and any of our language barriers, albeit Italian, Russian, Belarussian, German, or English. It was hard work and a large cultural leap to race for an Italian managed Kazakhstan team. But it was the best decision I have ever made. The team was run “family” style and professionally under the direction of Walter Zini, his wife Sigrid and the rest of the “family”. Family can mean mafia, but we don’t say it that way. It was just a large extended family, and it was right where I needed to be.  I was in the family.  I will stay in the family, they are mine. There were times you didn’t know when your next meal would be, and you would eat a sugar packet in the hotel lobby to avoid insanity and the low blood sugar grumpy rages. True story. And there were times that you didn’t know what race you were going to until you were expected to be in the van.  Also a true story.  I learned to always have a bag packed and ready, just in case. But there is no better way teach yourself adaptation, a new language, and the art of being “tranquila” than by full Italian team immersion. They taught me the meaning of professional, toughness, the refusal to complain, and the art of enjoying each moment and cappuccino.  A biscuit is always included. After a successful late season campaign that involved La Route de France (where Alena got 2nd overall), Ladies Tour of Holland (where I was on the podium), Chrono Champenois, and a training camp in Livigno, our team headed to the World Championships for the Team Time Trial. To this point, we hadn’t practiced TTT exclusively besides a session of team motorpacing on the auto strada (I do not recommend).  Yet, perhaps we did learn some speed drills from the passing “camion” or trucks.  I worried about the preparation, but I also had learned to adapt and to not complain.   The team was rather large, and many of the TTT riders would be racing at the different UCI races offered around Europe in the late summer. We reconvened together in Ponferrada for our last and final race together, the World Championships. I knew that this moment, and this team would never be the same again.  This caused me to laugh a little louder, hug a little tighter, and take in as many mental, physical, and emotional stimuli as possible. The team included: Alison Tetrick (Me, duh!): United States of America Simona Frapporti: Italia Alena Amialiusik: Belarus Doris Schweizer: Switzerland Sylvia Valsseci: Italia Suzanna Zorzi: Italia We stayed in a chateau on the Camino de Santiago which was built in 950. We might not have had internet, but we had laughter, companionship, and a bar. What more can you ask for? Although my Italian had improved immensely over the duration of the trip, I realized that under pressure when time trialing or because of the wind during the speed of the efforts, it was difficult to understand the language spoken into the radio. Our pre-ride of the course was slightly flawed due to a couple of our wrong turns, and I may have also missed the Italian cue that we were doing “full gas” efforts. The radio communication sounded like a foreign language, because well, it was, and we scattered across the road like mice scurrying for cover. What I thought meant turn left, meant sweep to the left to turn right.  Of course.  I could only chuckle at the raw beauty of such chaos, and also be thankful that no serious injuries occurred. I wondered if other teams were riding this fast, and did they got lost as well the day before the World Championships? As the girls surged through the corners and up the hills, I found myself muttering under my breath, like I do in my local group ride when someone is riding uncomfortably fast, “What do you guys think this is, the World Championships!?” Well, in this case, it was, and it is. Therefore I just have to suck it up, and feel the uncomfortable pressure on the pedals. I hate being half-wheeled but it turns out team time trialing is all half-wheel heaven.  One person’s heaven is another person’s hell? Before the World Championship Team Time Trial, I felt like such a tourist, and I loved every minute of it. There would be plenty of time for pressure later, but I was in the best place I have ever been. Taking a picture of this, of that, and just enjoying the experience, the music, and the scenery. That was my goal. Go to the World Championships, and enjoy it! I have spent far too much time during my career fearing results, judgment, and outcome. This was my selfish time to enjoy it for what it was, the World Championships. Here I was, at the pinnacle event for my sport, and I had the luxury to soak it in, inhale, and selfishly hold on to every moment like a sponge that will never be wrung out. I had made a conscious decision to evaporate all fear, and to simply just be. This was exactly what I wanted, and I was able to do just that. Snap. Suddenly it hit me. Wait, there is Cancellera. Yes, I will always have a sweet spot for Spartacus. There is a big UCI banner and this is in fact, the World Championships. I questioned myself and current status. Should I feel nervous? I don’t. I am simply enjoying it too much. With so much life breathing in and out, there was no room for fear or anticipation. This new feeling of freedom that I had developed caused me to slightly panic in the uncomfortable place I found myself. I asked Walter, “Wait, you never gave us a schedule for the race?? What are we supposed to do? Go fast? How fast? How long do I pull? What do I do? This is Worlds, I thought we were supposed to be ready for this!!? What do you want me to do!?” Walter squeezed my shoulder, and with that unique charming smile and a hand motion that resembles Jay-Z dusting dirt of his shoulder, he said, “Alison, tranquila.” I responded, “Right, so I just ride really fast, right?” To which he responded, “Ah, just do what you can. No problem.” He pinched my cheek, and handed me my bike. That is it? Just do what I can? What if what I can do is not enough? What can I do? There were no more answers, no responses. And suddenly I felt it hit me like a wave of red wine, warm Italian sun, and that comfortable feeling of being well fed.  I was so full of this feeling. Tranquila. This is what they are talking about. Chaos is in the background, and we are enjoying our last espresso and laughing at our mechanic using a sling shot to terrorize other teams. We took another picture. We hugged. We threw a peace sign to Walter. Then we raced. That was it. Even though I was told Walter would speak some English into the radio. He didn’t. We just raced, and he only spoke in English twice during the duration of the race. After a big pull he said, “Aleeezon, make good job”, and then later I heard a shriek, “Aleeeezon, NO BRAKES!” And then it was over. We crossed the line with the fastest time. I wish I could remember more. I remember hurting. I remember not wanting to let my family down. And then the race was over. We maintained the fastest time in the “hot seat”, and watched Liv-Giant finish, Boels, and then the unfortunate Rabo-Liv crash. We had just secured 3rd place. The little team that no one watched, no one expected anything from, just achieved a spot on the podium at the World Championships. We were the happiest bronze medal team you have ever seen. Tears of joy, surprise, and a mix of Italian, Swiss, Belarussian, and American emotion all melted into one big team hug. We jumped up and down. We danced. We kissed. We squeezed cheeks. We tried to fix our hair, and suddenly we were whisked onto the stage. I used to judge the use of skinsuits on the podium. Let me tell you, I take it all back. At the World Championships, they do not let you change. You go straight from the race to the waiting tent to the podium. No hats or glasses allowed, and you wear what you wore for the race. Now all that sweaty hair and skinsuits makes sense. I get it now. Good thing we looked good in our skinsuits. Standing up on the stage I have never been more proud of my little Italian team as the Italian flag was raised. Walter, as humble and gentle as ever, stood in the shadows behind us, but I could feel his pride beaming through our light blue, giggles, and sweat. Looking into the crowd of the press, I saw surprised faces. Most did not even know I was in Europe racing, and there I was, with my family and never feeling more at home than with my team of four nationalities and a bronze medal. It was all ours. I may have repeated a four letter word of surprise and elation, and the girls anxious to speak more English repeated after me. I had to tell them it was not appropriate for the press conference, but they couldn’t help themselves much to my chagrin. Lights, flowers, and a bronze medal. Nothing could take this away from us. And I still grasp onto that day so selfishly. But, I hope you now can share it with me. Everyone on the team time trial team scattered to different teams with the usual unrest of women’s cycling. I knew that would happen. Perhaps that is why I clung to this time more than ever. I knew it could not be recreated. This little group may never race together again, and will race against each other in the future. But we still have this time and all these moments spent together. We are now family and no one can take that away. Alena will race for Velocio in 2015. Doris for Bigla. Simona for Ale-Cippolini. Zorzi for Lotto. Sylivia will focus on the track in preparation for the Olympics, and I will be racing for Optum Pro Cycling p/b Kelly Benefit Strategies. Our team came together one summer through Walter’s direction and all the rest of the BePink family, and we didn’t necessarily train exclusively for the TTT, but we learned how to become a family, to trust each other, and to suffer with no expectations or ego. This was the ultimate recipe for a successful team. The little team that could. My favorite quote from this day is from my teammate Simona, where she said, “una giornata in cui ho avuto la possibilita non solo di sognare ma piuttosto per una volta di credere” Which translated into English means… A day when I had the chance not only to dream, but for once to believe. And that is it. It was a moment to not only dream, but to believe. And I have selfishly held on to it all this time. I have waited to share this, because wherever I have been since then, I have been smiling and remembering the feelings and people. Selfishly. Grasping tightly. Maybe it isn’t so bad to be selfish with life sometimes. It makes you more present. Some of these memories you couldn’t squeeze out of me even if you tried. They are mine. But, I know you were with me along the way too, so therefore, they can be yours now too. May we all hold on to those moments that are selfishly ours.  All ours. May we quit dreaming, and start believing.         I could not have done this without: Team TWENTY16 Pro Cycling, Astana BePink, Mari Holden, Nicola Cranmer, Dean Golich of CTS, SRAM #bebold, Felt, Zipp, Quarq, Clif Bar, Catlike Helmets, Speedplay, Walter and Sigrid (may my home always be yours), Marino Master Chef, my team (Simona, Sylvia, Little Ksenya, Big Ksenya, Alena, Dalia, Doris, Anna, Michaela, and Ana), Giuseppe, Mauricio (Who WILL be the director), Crazy Sergio, Fizik, Oakley (especially Steve Blick), my parents, Craig Roemer, Sicileri, Alberto Celani, Road ID, Chocolate Milk, and all of you that have sent me prayers and well wishes. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart. [...] Read more...
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January 19, 2015Blog0SHARESShareTweet Tour Femenino de San Luis.  Don’t you love it when men’s races also have an equally exciting women’s race?  I do.  Let’s see more of this please! The TFSL is the first UCI women’s stage race on the calendar and it takes place in the beautiful province of San Luis in Argentina, a few hours outside of Mendoza.  The area is characterized by vast and fertile farmlands that are bordered by arid mountains and a high desert terrain.  The mixture of brightly hued greens contrast sharply with the rocky soil and distinct smell of sage. I was a guest rider, along with my Optum Pro Cycling p/b Kelly Benefit Strategies teammate, Lex Albrecht, for Xirayas de San Luis, an Argentinian team representing the area.  The team was directed by Marcelo Alexandre (former World Champion in the kilo, and whose brother, Sebastian, directs Jamis Sutter Home men’s professional team).  The team is owned by Delfina Freres, who was Argentina’s first female race car driver, and she is also an avid cyclist, a super model, a mother, a grandmother, and insurmountable community icon.  Somehow she did manage to do it all! Tour Femenino de San Luis begins with a 1 day UCI race, and then a 6 day stage race.  You got it!  7 days of racing in January.  Sure beats doing intervals.  Warm air, South American racing, and the most beautiful team to be able to experience this race alongside.  Color, culture, warmth, smiles, and art all brought this team together.  The kit itself was a work of art, and encompassed the passion and zest for life, clapping, and dancing that these people have. After the one day race, the Grand Prix San Luis, which was won by UHC’s Hannah Barnes, the stage race began!  Day 1 encompassed a twisty circuit around a lake that was bordered with shirtless men and bikini clad women enjoying BBQ’s and parties.  Racing in 40 degree Celsius being cheered on by people floating in a lake make you reconsider your chosen profession.  Or in this case, let’s call it vacation.  With a cat crossing the road, and a dog running into the sprint finish (no animals, cyclists, or carbon wheels were harmed), it was an adventure of a life time.  Day 2  offered more excitement and chaos that can only be found in hot, early season racing, with a 3rd day in a row with a sprint finish.  Day 3 started and finished in the tourist town of Merlo, which was at the base of a mountain range and was the perfect mixture of European influence, South American flair, and cabanas and natural pools for all.  4 kilometers into the stage was a QOM.  Talk about painful.  The circuit then included river crossing, dirt roads, and twists and turns to finish up a 1 kilometer kicker.  I attacked out of a small break 5k from the finish and soloed into the town of Merlo, up the kicker, and… 100m from the line the select finishing group caught me.  That was so much fun almost winning that race says no one ever.  Day 4 was a 14k time trial, and the minute I finished, I was whisked away into the hot seat where my team joined me in the festivities, translations, and watching the remaining 29 riders finish the time trial.  I lost the TT by .08 seconds.  Yes, 8/100 of a second.  That would have put me in the leader’s jersey, but instead left that stinging burn where you realize that some lessons are learned the hard way.  Day 5 was a quick, windy and mountainous stage and we finally entered the final day of racing, Day 6 of the Tour Femenino San Luis, and the 7th day of racing in Argentina.  It was a circuit through downtown San Luis that was completed five times.  With the GC so close in time, the intermediate sprints were hotly contested.  On the last lap, 13k to go, I attacked with one additional rider and within 10k to go soloed in for the victory of the final day of the tour.  The time gap was not enough for taking the overall GC lead, but I finished 5th overall and after 2 “almost” victories, I was able to represent San Luis, my sponsors, and both teams so proudly.  Xirayas de San Luis also placed 2nd in the Team Classification, and had the best Argentina rider, as well as the best rider from San Luis.  With 2 podium finishes, and 2 jerseys, the team completed the race with success.  The podium celebration involved dancing with the Brazilian team and throwing out swag to the crowd.  It was the best celebration I have ever been able to be part of, and the after party was even better.  Latin dancing with Argentina, BBQ wine, and I think the Brazilians took another podium with their dancing ability.  I think all races should end this with such combining of culture, laughter, and unity. It is for moments like this that you realize how important the cycling community is, regardless if you are in California, Argentina, or Minneapolis.  You realize that you always keep racing.  You always keep trying.  In this case, the third time was the charm, but it is not always poetic like that.  But what you really learn is the passion, the love, and the color we have for our sport transcends all continents, languages, and cultural boundaries.  I am already looking forward to this vacation, I mean race, again next year! [...] Read more...
December 8, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet As a professional cyclist, when I am racing with the team, you don’t stop a race to “change a flat tire”. I have the luxury of working with some of the best mechanics in the business.  They ensure the bikes are clean, functional, and ready to rock and roll on race day.  However, as a professional, it is my job to also be proficient in changing my own tires and doing basic maintenance skills.  If I flat in a race, the mechanic will do a super quick wheel change in order to get me back into the race as quickly as possible.  There is no time to stop and change a tire when the peloton is zooming away!  When I am at home, it is my responsibility to take care of my bike and be ready to change any flats or deal with any other mechanical issues.  I spend many hours training by myself or in small groups, and I need to know how to change a flat and make sure my bike is safely tuned and ready to ride.  Yes, I will find myself wishing that I had that “entourage” of support behind me at all times training, but such is not the case. Asking someone what is in their saddle bag may be a very personal question.  It could hold the secrets of the universe, or at least a secret stash of Almond Joy or a compact.  Saddle bags come in all sizes.  Similar to purses.  We have the big “hobo” style full of lip balm, sunscreen, and extra shoes, and you have those that opt to carry the sleek purse with only the necessities. What do I do?!  Think fashionable and functional clutch with form, style, and preparation. The bike and tires:  I ride a Felt F-1 road bike, size 56cm, and it is a beauty! I ride Zipp Tangente 25mm Clincher Tires with Zipp Tangente Butyl (not latex) 700c Inner Tubes. These tubes are paired specifically with Zipp integrated aluminum valve extenders, and you can choose the length dependent on your wheel choice.  They are super light, and coated in powder which makes it easier to remove from the tire.  I tend to ride “deeper” aero wheels so I like having the option of having my tubes come with a integrated valve extender on it for easier inflation and less room for error. The saddle bag (aka purse):  I carry all my flat fixing/repair “stuff” in a Fizik saddle bag.  I like this one because it is small, but it still has enough room to carry all of my gear. It is noninvasive and doesn’t rub my legs while riding and snag my shorts! I like to get it all my stuff in there so I have more room in my pockets for food, extra layers of clothing and my phone, which are also imperative. What’s in MY saddle bag? 2 Tire Levers: Just in case you might break one, and also 2 is helpful if you have a tight tire to remove. I like the tire levers to be sturdy and not risk breaking! 1 Multi-Tool: I love a really small, light multi-tool for those adjustments like if your seat slips, or your bars drop.  This shouldn’t happen if all your bolts are tightened appropriately, but sometimes things just happen when riding.  I have been carrying the Lezyne multitool for years and I love it because it has everything I need and is also super small yet still easy to use. 2 Tubes: Always bring 2 for the instance that you have 2 flats, or that after you flat once, you still have a back-up plan.  Another reason is that you might for some reason have a flawed tube. 1 Valve Extender: Even though I prefer to have the integrated valve extender system that Zipp uses, I like to carry a valve extender just in case.  You may be on your 3rd flat of the day and a generous cyclist has given you a tube, and that tube’s valve may be too short for your wheels!  Believe me, I have learned this the hard way. Small Patch Kit: No brand, I think I got it in a SWAG bag from a race.  I don’t really intend on using the patch kit, but bring it just in case I get that desperate. 2 CO2 Cartridges: I always bring 2 in case I have a mishap with one, or for the case of a second flat, slow leak, etc.  I use threaded 16 (or 25) gram cartridges. 1 CO2 Nozzle: I prefer the kind that doesn’t make you empty the entire cartridge and allows you to modulate the amount of air you put in the tire.  Sometimes you don’t need a whole cartridge and you want to save a little in case you have a slow leak and need a refill. $20 Bill.  Sometimes you forget your credit card or you are middle of nowhere and it is a cash only store! Or you need a bus fare to get home (worst case scenario). Best to be prepared.  It can also be used to cover a bad tire blow-out! Nothing like high rolling to repair a flat.   My tips for my saddle bag and flat fixing: Be has lightweight as preparation allows. I personally don’t like to be weighted down when I am riding, and I have found a good balance of preparation and efficiency.  I want to have everything I need but not be carrying too much extra “stuff”. Saddle bag is preferred over other forms of storage. Those jersey pockets are only so big, and I like to be able to shed layers or carry extra layers, have all the ride food I need, and have my phone, iPod, money, etc. in there!  Saddle bags are great because they give you the extra room in your pockets and also make you getting out the door for your ride easier.  If your bike is already loaded with all the flat fixing stuff you need, then it is one less thing to think about when heading out for your ride.  I don’t want to store my “flat fixing necessities” in one of my water bottle cages.  I want to have that for WATER! Replace any materials that you might have used your last ride!  Nothing is worse than pulling out a CO2 only to realize it is empty. Doh! We all know someone who always seems to be “that person”. Make sure to discard your tubes and flat tire litter appropriately.  I hate seeing tubes on the side of the road.  Our job as cyclists are to leave the areas we ride in better than we found them, not worse! Clean, efficient, safe bike is the best.  Take care of your bike to ensure less incidents. Preparation always wins.  When in doubt, be prepared.   Additional options of saddles bags that I may or may not have been known to carry.  Appropriate for the Crazy Cat Ladies (guilty as charged) and Don Draper and Manhattan Fans of the world.  Remember, you must always be prepared for any and all situations.  You just never know.     [...] Read more...
September 17, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet Boels Holland Ladies Tour. On my bucket list of races that I wanted to do, I can’t say that the Holland Ladies Tour was on there.  It is nothing against Holland.  I like tulips.  Chocolate for breakfast is fine by me, and I think for what clogs lack in appearance, they have in practicality.  But there I was, in the land of windmills where the lack of elevation makes it some of the hardest racing you will ever do. Go figure. They say that when the winds of change blow, some people build walls, and some people build windmills.   Since Holland has windmills, let’s just assume there is wind there.  Bring on the bike racing. Stage 1 Time Trial: Celebrate the results as you please. I don’t think anyone says that they were “top 10” unless you were 10th.  That being said, I was “top 10” in this TT, and it was worth the pain. Stage 2: Some days you are the cat, and other days you are the mouse. When we weren’t turning, we were turning. Technical course with wind, rivers, bridges, and more, but I can’t say I noticed much more than the stem on my bike, which was getting covered with sweat and snot.  The race was fast, fast, fast, and when it slowed just slightly, instead of being relieved at the reprieve, I just felt like a mouse that a cat was toying with all the while have full intent of killing the poor creature.  Just put me out of my misery! Bam. Sprint finish. Thank heavens! My pre-race interview on developing women’s cycling, the Holland Ladies Tour and my role on the Professional Committee as the Female Athlete representative for USAC here: Stage 3: When in doubt, you can always scream to make a statement, at least it makes people pay attention to you if you feel you are just one of the pack. We have a screamer.  With races in Holland come crashes, cobbles and chaos.  The carnage is one of the parts of race that I hate, but it is a fact of bike racing life when you squeeze 120 riders into tiny roads with varying widths and traffic furniture.  Every time the inevitable scuffle would occur, I would hear this girl scream.  Ladies, we have a screamer back here.   Yet, she was probably reacting the way we all wanted to.  Now I realize that since she wasn’t attacking the race, at least she was making a statement, and well, I will remember her.  She was not just one of the pack.  Don’t always be just one of the pack, but maybe screaming isn’t the best option. Stage 4: Almost winning a bike race isn’t winning, but it is SO close.  The race was about 20 meters too long.  I initiated an early break, solo, and was joined by a great group of motivated women.  The time gap never got over 1 minute, and came down to 20 seconds, and suddenly ballooned back up again!  It was one of those days that the break survived.  We live for moments like this.  We bike race for moments like this.  It was my chance!  I attacked 5k, 4k, 3k, and finally with a little under 1k to go!  There was no one in sight!  All I heard was the fans!  I was going to win!  Then they all sprinted by me.  Yeah, about that.  I ended the day 4th in GC and on the podium in the blue jersey for the “best fighting spirit”.  It wasn’t the win I felt slip out of my clutches, but it was an incredible day.  Post race interview here regarding “almost winning” a bike race.  At least I am “combative”… just as my parents thought… Stage 5:  Occio Micio! There is always time to smile or be crazy! If you want people to think you are crazy, just be yourself.  My team taught me some key Italian phrases to communicate, including, left, right, straight, shut up and watch out!  It is no secret that I love cats.  When seeing a cat, I will say “kitty kitty”.  They wanted to know what this word meant.  Ahh, micio!  They said to just yell in the race, look at the kitty!  Yes, randomly I would say this during this race.  If there was any doubt before, I am sure I was labeled as the crazy Americano.  But, at least I smiled, and my teammates laughed, and sometimes you need to do that, even when racing.  Next time you are riding, just try it… say Occio Micio (ocho meecho).  It will make you feel better, I promise. Stage 6: Find satisfaction in never giving up, no matter the result.  A hard day where you climb the infamous Cauberg “a couple of times” which was remarkably easier than some of the other 6 to 9 (someone lost count) stated QOM’s, and some which were not marked.  Getting behind crashes and having some bad luck made a hard day even more monumentally challenging for me.  I told myself I needed boxing gloves that day, and boy did I need to be a warrior.  A warrior princess that is.  I might have died 10,000 times in that race, but I didn’t give up.  There were literally tears mixed with the sweat at the finish.   I can honestly say that I found accomplishment and satisfaction in never giving up.  I finished the tour and have to say that I knew I fought for it.  Took risk.  Gambled.  Was on the podium, and I never gave up.  I take some pride from that, and I think that is something we all can do.  Maybe racing in Holland isn’t all that bad after all… but I am starting to think “fight” is the common denominator… [...] Read more...
September 10, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet Let’s face it. We are all a bit damaged. Yes, we have God. We have family. We have love. But there is something that still draws us into the world of endurance sports. The world of pushing your limits past pain, through suffering, and flirting with the edges of insanity.  All people are flawed of course but what brings a group of people that are just that much more needing to ride, run, and push themselves into this great quest. I have seen many athletes come and go through my short career as a professional cyclist. I have seen strength fail, resilience prevail, and luck multiply. Maybe it is the bandages in the peloton that got me thinking about it, or perhaps it was being truthful looking at my own bandages within myself. My heart. My soul. My pride.  Bruised. Broken. Bloody.  The expenses that this sport costs are outweighed by the will and the insatiable need that brought us here. Endurance sports attract a crop of people searching to conquer their own vulnerabilities, defeat their weaknesses, and learn to have courage through monotony.  The race is long, and it is against ourselves.  We have seen great athletes rise to the top, only to sink to the bottom. We have heard great stories of triumph, but many stories of constant mediocrity never get told. There is a “middle of the pack” that is going through the same tortuous cycle. In reality, we are all the same, regardless of reported and external results.  None of us our middle of the pack because success is occurring within.  We have stories, we have triumphs amidst the road rash that sometimes isn’t caused by asphalt but my others, ourselves, and unpredicted circumstances.  And we do not give up. So, are we all a little damaged in our chase of silencing our need for more?  Maybe. But it is worth it.  It is the process that makes us.  Maybe that is why we have all found each other in a similar pursuit. I look at the world differently because of sport. I know that I can push through barriers, extend borders, and battle through rain, cobbles, mountains, and heartbreak. At one point this sport defined me. I saw nothing else. I finally separated the sport from who I am. It took losing the sport to realize that itwas part of expressing myself, deep turmoil and all, but I was so much more than a trite sport.  Yet somehow, it continues to form me.  This gave me the opportunity to challenge my vulnerability and continue to learn through this process and take each day as a gift.  And yes, I continue to seek more, always challenging, always becoming better.  Maybe we all are running away from our damaged selves.  But maybe in this, there is a discarded layer of ourselves laying behind us, and we are renewed and stronger where we are today.   Perhaps this really is the healing process.  Or at least keeps us appearing more sane for the general population.  At least we understand each other. Whether you consider yourself damaged or not, no one is immune to the accumulation of wounds.  Chicks (or guys) dig scars, right?  If there is one thing I have learned, it is that no one is invincible. Therefore, let your scars tell the story, but not limit your capacity. Find strength in community, yourself and faith. Trust the ride.  We are here for a reason. [...] Read more...
August 29, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet Time trialing. Perhaps the purest form of cycling? You against the clock. Nothing but blood in the back of your throat, molten lava coursing through your legs, and a sushi grade sear occurring in your lungs. We have all started that local time trial because someone told us it would be “fun”, and it was only a matter of moments within your effort did you realize that you had been duped into participating in voluntary torture. Yes, you did sign up for this, and it is awful. I have participated in my fair share of time trials, and I am sure I will continue to do so.  What can you say, I’m a glutton for science, measurable, and pain. I love watching people give their best efforts and wrestle with the depths of your soul that you can only meet when doing a time trial.  Are you really doing a time trial or just playing dress up?  Let’s check… You may be doing a time trial if: You start talking to yourself in third person. Ex: “Alison, you are supposed to be good at this.” You start responding to your own third person rants. Ex. “No you aren’t, you just tell yourself you are.” “You are the one chose to do it, so like it.” “I hate it.” Etc. etc. The metallic taste in the back of your mouth, ragged breathing, and just enough pain in your legs is the “sweet spot” you were looking for. You are going as hard as you can. And you know what that means. You are familiar with a very dark part of yourself, and it may have a name. Ex. The Beast, The Inner B****, Dr. Evil, etc… There is a “mantra” you use to motivate yourself, and you can’t repeat it to others. It is either too embarrassing or too cruel for the general population. Vomit isn’t a necessary side effect but it is always a threat. Your breathing starts to sound like a song, or a donkey. You swear you will never do this again, and you will never eat smoked salmon before an event again. After you finish, every toddler and person on crutches can go faster than you. You gave it your all. Just walking elevates your heartrate. You are officially being dropped at the supermarket. You think there is a good chance you had a headwind both ways. You feel like a sausage in your skinsuit but it doesn’t phase you. You have drool, white film, snot, and who knows what all over your face. It is not confined, and you don’t care. That being said, I have also noticed many that may not actually being doing a time trial. My apologies…but… You may not be time trialing if: Your lipstick is still perfectly applied upon completion of your event. You have any form of hydration device on your bike. More points are deducted for the hydration pack between your aero bars. Unless your TT exceeds 1 hour, there is no drinking in time trialing! Speed over hydration. You finish and say, “I wish that time trial was longer”. If you did it right, no you don’t. Take it back. You finish and say, “That wasn’t hard!” You did it wrong. You wave at the photographer. There is no waving or smiling in a time trial. Even for mom. Your mom beats you in the time trial.  Unless it’s my mom.  She might beat you.  Or my Grandpa. You look fresh and photo ready after the event. No one looks good time trialing. Not even Tony Martin. Sorry, Tony. You are in something sleeveless or your stomach is showing. Skin is not fast. Belly button rings create drag. You have never heard of the phrase “track hack” and you don’t know how it could be applied to you. You notice an attractive participant, fan, local farmer when you are riding and ask them for their number. Yes, this has happened. You are thinking of what you want to eat after the event. Believe me, there is no room for food in your system if you are doing it right. Speaking of food, there are no PowerBars stuck to your top tube of your bike. Food is not aero. You are wearing anything bulky, like jackets, or anything warm. The pure speed and effort will make your blood hot. You didn’t notice the wind direction. You wonder if your butt looks big in your skinsuit.  Yes, it does.  It always does. You use a sweatband to dab your mouth to ensure you look good, if you are even sweating or drooling. [...] Read more...
August 24, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet European racing can provide valuable learning opportunities. After 7 days of racing, long transfers, and great crowds, I am able to soak in a little bit of the knowledge that I must have been receiving via osmosis, baguettes, and brie. Things I learned from racing La Route de France Féminine Internationale: No one quits. No matter if you are opening gaps, winning the race, hanging on the back, or trying to make the time cut. No one quits. You always fight. Sometimes you win, sometimes you get dropped, but you always fight. No one is gluten free. Well maybe not no one, but still. I’m not. And how can you be gluten free in France? It always rains in France. Always. At least that is my experience. Speed is your friend. 150k can be done under 3:45 no problem. Yes, we did this. Internet is luxury. Cherish it when you have it. Skype your mom. Be combative. Being combative or having “bad luck” may be bad for relationships, but it scored me on the podium twice! The French love an excuse for flowers and kisses, and I happily will fill this void. Combative or not. Back of the bus. Yes, someone always has to be at the back of the pack, but try not to make it you. Beware the unknown podiums and awards. You never know when you will be on the podium or get a call up. Lantern Rouge, Bad Luck, Being Pretty, you name it. Have your podium attire and smile ready. Racing is hard. The speed is unrelenting. You want someone to quit. Anybody! But look at Lesson #1. Keep fighting. You may hallucinate. This happens when you spend that much time in the “red zone”. Bike racing is all about making friends. Even if they are imaginary. Enjoy the moment. Even in the pain. Smile because you are there and you can do something incredible. Alena Amialiusik is on tough rider. 2nd Overall, but expect so much more from this lieutenant.   [...] Read more...
August 14, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet There I was. Sitting at the bike shop waiting to go on my first Italian ride of 2014. I have a feeling I have to get used to sitting and waiting here, followed by rapid language and dramatic gestures. There was a farmer’s market in front, where I could buy camo shorts, fresh octopus, or local produce. But this is my first official day in Italy, and I was at the bike shop, sitting and waiting. I felt like a lawn ornament as customers came into the shop. I mustered a “ciao” now and then, and if I was feeling frisky, I would say “Buongiorno!” This would often trigger a rapid fire list of questions and greetings, and I would have to direct them to the shop owner, and also team owner.  I think more people began frequenting the shop this morning if only to catch a glimpse of the latest arrival of an American cyclist in a small Italian town. So much for blending in. Soon, **insert name here**, came into the shop to take me on a ride. I was sent on my way desperately trying to tuck into the draft of a tall Italian man on a flawless Pinarello. He said he was on 100k but wouldn’t mind taking me on a circuit. Motorpacing wasn’t on my agenda but as the miles ticked away, it was stay with him or be lost in Italy. Which I guess wouldn’t have been such a bad thing. He tried the few English words he knew, like “left” and “right”. Except he kept getting them confused. He would call out “right” and I would get ready to sweep out into the turn, as he would suddenly take a sharp left turn in front of me. There were several near collides. Luckily we both spoke bikes. Then the sprints came. Apparently, there were sprint signs I wasn’t aware of. They didn’t exist on the road, but inside his head. Pedal, pedal, BAM SPRINT. I would claw my way back on, not knowing when my ride leader would attack me again. He dangled an energy gel in front of me and asked if I was too tired to follow. Out of nowhere he attacked again. I said why!? He gleefully responded, “gioco d’armore”. For the love of the game. He told me that I would sprint too if I wanted to enjoy myself. He said he was really enjoying himself. I thought he might be on to something here. And for the love of it, I sprinted to nowhere. He was right. There was something enjoyable about a sudden burst expressing a zest for life. Thankfully the last surge ended me right back where we started. Food. Water. Bikes. Life. [...] Read more...
August 11, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet I am not one to speak in other languages intermittently in my English. Yet, I have found myself guest riding for an Italian team for the next 2 months, and they are demanding I learn Italian. Like, pronto. They say I talk a lot, which, according to them is typical of American women. However, talking a lot is also typical of Italian women as well, they just use their hands more expressively. Or so I am told. That being said, I better learn some Italian quickly. Taking French in high school has given me just enough information to be dangerous. We will call this Italian Immersion 101. Welcome. Nothing like being able to commiserate with ever toddler I know as I point out an inanimate object that I just learned the name for and call it out. Maglia. Pollo. Sale. Yes, I am wearing a shirt. And that is a chicken. Oh, wow, look at the salt. I then find myself muttering these words as the “adults” resume their conversation. They are talking about me, the weather, or logistics, and I am saying “left”, “right”, “eye”, “the number five” and “crazy”. I am just solidifying that I am in fact crazy. I am thrilled that Team TWENTY16 Pro Cycling gave me this opportunity and helped make this experience possible. [...] Read more...
July 7, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet How did I go from a research scientist to a professional cyclist? Well, cyclists don’t like to hear this, but I started out with a goal of racing a triathlon.  There was one problem though.  I didn’t own a bike.  With the triathlon a few short months away, I knew I needed to get some “bike fitness”.  I joined the local gym and started taking spin classes!  With the music cranking, the sweat pouring, and my lungs burning, I was hooked.   Not only did I win my triathlon, it opened a door for me to race my bike professionally. I still teach “spin” classes (at Endurance Performance Training Center) when I am home because I love encouraging people to challenge themselves, find comfort in suffering, and achieve their goals. Here is a quick guide I wrote for SELF Magazine  about simple tips you need to know to transition from the spin bike to the great outdoors! Check out the full article HERE! I am so honored SELF let me write this for them! I love spreading the love for more women on bikes! Gear you should probably get Chamois (Only amateurs call it a “shammy.”): These are cycling shorts with the pad in them. They’ll make your seat a little more comfortable so you can ride longer. Insider’s tip: Go commando. Too much material down there and you’re asking for chafing. Saddle bag: Think of that little bag that attaches to the back of your saddle like your emergency make-up kit. You’ll want to keep those “just in case” supplies, such as a new tire tube, a tire patch kit, CO2 cartridges, and tire irons, in the (unlikely) event you get a flat. Shoes: In Spin class, cycling shoes or cleats are optional. But you’ll probably need them outdoors. They allow you to utilize all the muscles in your legs, including your quads, hamstrings, and glutes as you engage your entire leg around the circle of the pedal stroke (aka they make you more efficient). Clipping in can be scary, so definitely practice how to mount and dismount your bike safely indoors. Gear you can pass on A fancy bike: You don’t need to have the most expensive bike and wheels on the rack. Don’t get caught up in having to purchase the latest and greatest equipment. Make your first priority be that your bike and wheels are safe and reliable. Start with a “starter” bike and trade up when you need to. Fanny pack: Consider that cycling jersey or jacket your bike bag. It should have enough pockets to hold snacks, keys, money, lip balm—whatever you want to carry for your ride. You don’t need a back pack or fanny pack. Gadgets: Tracking your stats (pace, distance, time, elevation) is excellent to know, but you don’t need to shell out for a pricy bike computer. Inexpensive apps like Strava can get the job done. How not to look stupid Wear your helmet correctly: Place that helmet snuggly on your head and low enough to protect from frontal impact, tighten the straps, and enjoy the ride. This isn’t your opportunity to try to be a fashion innovator here. Accept that. Avoid the “rookie tattoo”: A sure sign of spotting a newbie cyclist is the dreaded grease chain mark on your leg. If you don’t want to risk ruining your clothes or calling yourself out as a beginner, be cautious when maneuvering around your bike. Don’t get too close to the chain. Simple. Wear fitted gear: Your clothes should fit your frame and not become a brightly hued parachute in the wind. Comfort is most important in cycling, so wear clothes that are intended for the sport. Don’t be intimidated by a race kit (“kit” is a cycling term for uniform). You don’t have to be all matchy-matchy but investing in quality cycling clothing can enhance your overall performance, comfort, and style. How to make sure you get a good work out Take advantage of terrain: Pick a cycling route that challenges not only your endurance but also your legs. Going up hills is a good way to add intensity to your ride, but don’t forget to push yourself in the flat roads as well. Try to find that sweet spot where you feel aerobically uncomfortable. Spin, spin, spin: One of the best parts about cycling is that there’s so much to see. But that can get distracting, and you might forget to spin your legs. Always try to keep your legs moving. The higher your cadence (pedal revolutions), the higher your heart rate—and the more calories you burn. Have a goal every time you ride: Setting a goal ensures that you won?t “waste” any outings. That doesn’t mean that the ride can’t be just for fun, but if you approach each ride with a plan to improve on something specific, whether it’s endurance or skills, you will keep getting better. Cycling lingo you should know Kit: A cycling-specific outfit that includes the cycling jersey and shorts. Chamois: Padded bike shorts. Bibs: The shorts with suspender-looking straps. They have a streamline fit, but aren?t very bathroom-friendly. Bibs are always worn under the jersey. Jersey: The shirt with a zipper on the front and pockets on the back that you wear when riding. This can be long sleeve or short sleeved or paired with a set of arm warmers for varying temperatures. Big ring and little ring: These are the front chain rings on your bike, and the bigger looking dinner plate is a harder gear and the smaller one is easier. Cogs: The stack of gears on your rear wheel. The smaller the circle, the harder the gear is. Brakes: The lever on your right-hand side is your rear brake, and your left hand holds the lever for your front brake. Rather than grabbing a handful of brakes, learn to “feather” them to slow down smoothly. Shifters: For a typical road bike set-up, think right, rear. Your right hand will shift the cogs on your rear wheel, and your left hand will allow shifting to your big and little ring. Bonk: That feeling where you hit the wall and can no longer pedal. Proper fuel and increased fitness can help you avoid this.   [...] Read more...
April 17, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet Who doesn’t like a sea otter?  My favorite part about the Sea Otter Classic, is the fact that it revolves around a cuddle craving mammal known for its playful nature.  Sure, I have heard the race referred to as the Sea Slaughter, but of course that interpretation depends on how you are feeling when racing.  Me?  I prefer playful and cuddly. The Sea Otter Classic continues to be one of my favorite races on the calendar because it gives me the opportunity to feel mildly uncool when compared to the mountain bikers and other dirt trick riders.  I love immersing myself within the different disciplines and appreciating what a wide range of talent and skill our sport contains.  Anything that you dare to dream of within the cycling industry is there.  If you like bikes, you will feel like you are a kid in a candy shop.  And then the best part is, you can then go race your bike! As a road racer on the panel of Rebecca Rusch’s Gold Rusch Tour presented by SRAM, I realized how the diversity of the sport is inspiring and the options are endless.  I may not be able to do a backflip on my bike like one of the other women on the panel, but we all can inspire to get more women out on bikes and enjoying the sense of freedom and empowerment that only a bike can give. Team TWENTY16 was happy to attend another year of the Sea Otter Classic with a contingency of our elite team as well as our junior roster.  Our juniors were on the podium every day, which left a tall order for our professional team!  Fortunately, we also were able to secure a great team race and hold up our side of the podium pendulum.  Cycling is a team sport, and although this is often stated, it is always more gratifying when a good team plan sorts itself according to expectations.  After a quick and dirty crit, where our token Canadian rider, Lex, got 3rd place out of break, we entered the road race that always proves to be challenging.  There is something about Fort Ord that leaves you feeling a bit more reflective, perhaps morose, yet somehow stronger, which I can only attribute to the Steinbeck terrain.  The team raced cohesively and hard, which allowed me to take a late solo flyer on the final lap in order to secure the win.  Lex finished with a brilliant win of the bunch sprint for 2nd place.  Podiums are always fun, but they are more fun after your pain brings champagne, and of course a fluffy little sea otter.  Like I said, who doesn’t love a sea otter?  And who doesn’t like winning?  In life if you don’t risk something, you risk everything.  And that holds true in bike racing.  Bike racing is always hard, and late moves don’t always work, but that is what a team is for.  And when those late attacks work, they prove to turn that pain into champagne.  We finished the circuit with more podiums and more fun to celebrate a great team race with not only the women on my team, but also our sponsors and team of supporters at the Sea Otter Classic. Although the viewpoint is specifically male, it is shown as a universal gaze.  A masculine gaze in science is harmful because it defines which issues are important and studied.  [...] Read more...
March 27, 2014Featured Blog0SHARESShareTweet Let’s face it, women that ride bikes are attractive.  If you need a word for it, try using callipygian.  Look it up.  Not only does cycling build great muscle definition and lean characteristics, it also takes a “special” kind of person to be willing to push their limits, set goals, ride a bike for hours, and enjoy this sensation of training.  I know it is tempting to ride up to that woman on the bike path and express your appreciation of her fit, form, and bike, but before you do, think before you speak.  Complimenting a woman on her bike and her fitness may be one of the biggest compliments that can ever be given, but just like everything else you say to women, it is all in the way it is said and the context.  Beware, she may be able to beat you up that climb, or have better power to weight ratio.  If you make her mad, you may never see ride with her again.  We all want to see more women on bikes, therefore, we need to encourage those who are out there riding, challenging themselves, and representing our sport so beautifully.  Want to make a new female cycling friend?  Here are some tips that just might keep that female cyclist within talking distance before you get “dropped”. Most of these can be applied to many situations, but I can only speak from personal experience. Talking to Female Cyclists 101: Although animals can be cute and cuddly, and also sleek and fast, do not compare a woman to an animal.  Let’s face it, no animal is sexy.  You are as strong as a horse.  Should never be used. When making comparisons, trying being a bit more poetic in your use of similes.  Riding like the wind is acceptable, even if it is a bit overused.  Perhaps similes should be avoided. Never compliment a woman on the size of her draft.  We all know that drafting capability has to do with WIDTH and HEIGHTH.  No one wants to be reminded on how tall and wide they are.  I am speaking from personal experience. The word beast should never be used.  What is inspiring or attractive about a beast?  I am thinking of something in the Lord of the Rings, and not the talented athlete I want to be portrayed as.  If you use the word beast, consider looking in the mirror first. Labeling someone as being “strong for a girl” is not a compliment.  Women are strong, and this shouldn’t surprise you. Talking about hormones should be off limits.  Don’t mention testosterone. Why would you? Power and watts aren’t considered friendly conversation.  It is fun to geek out on data, but try to resist the urge to constantly ask about the numbers.  Riding your bike should be first and foremost about just that.  Riding your bike, numbers aside.  Worry about those later. Do not ask how much she weighs.  She will lie.  We all do.  Stick to numbers like tire pressure and temperature over watts and kilograms. Ask permission before “sitting on” a training interval.  You are at risk of getting snot blown on you, and it is the safe and polite thing to do.  This is applicable across the board. We all know what they say about people who assume, so be careful assuming if someone can or cannot climb.  If anything, always assume they can do anything they set their mind to. Group rides can be intimidating, especially when they tend to be male dominated, so just try to be welcoming to those females that show up.  We are all part of the cycling community, regardless if she is going to drop you or not. It’s not always about competition, or who beats who.  I know it is fun to win, but pick the days you want to race those you ride with, and it isn’t every time! While an occasional “push” is generally accepted, be careful how “low” that push is taking place.  Make sure your hands are appropriately placed and welcomed.  Personally, I rarely turn down the help though. Be cautious of asking “how is this pace”.  Your pace is fine, and if they are there, they are accepting the challenge.  Training partners make rides better. Chivalry is not dead, and we love every minute of it.  But just because I like to be ride princess every now and again, doesn’t mean I am incompetent or unable to fend for myself as well.  It is a fine balance, but that’s the fun part, right? Flowers and pink does not always make it female appropriate.  Although women specific rides, equipment, and clothing is exceptional, don’t assume women just want flowers and petal pink, or is that pedal pink. Although we all love to be the queen of our domain, ladies, be welcoming and accepting of the new women showing up on the road!  Our development is crucial on the mentoring and support of our community.  Be nice, friendly, and feel free to offer advice!  The cycling world can be a scary place to venture into, so let’s do our part in making it a bit more accepting.  Women and men, alike. [...] Read more...
January 11, 2014Blog0SHARESShareTweet Recently, Chris Carmichael of Carmichael Training Systems wrote a recap on his “Best of 2013”.  I was pretty excited to make the “list”, which I compare to an Academy Award or something.  I am very proud to work with and represent CTS.  Great people and an incredible program.  It got me thinking about my best moments and memories of 2013 as we swept right into the New Year, and I had to write my version of the Best of 2013! Better late than never, right? Stealing CTS’s “Best of 2013” and making it mine! Best of 2013 List My Best Day on the Bike: We always want to feel amazing on the bike, and let’s admit it, these days can be few and far between.  I had an incredible ride from Carmel to Cambria on Thanksgiving Day this year and the best part was not only the spectacular scenery, but I got to ride with some very dear friends and my dad for a part of it.  I think riding bikes isn’t always about racing and the results, but it is about the time you can spend with others in a very unique way that creates lifelong memories.  Thus, this ride was deemed the best ride ever. Quote of the Year: “Make Wise Decisions” This was from my CTS coach, Dean Golich, and it could apply to so much.  Bike racing tactics.  Resting when you need it.  Picking the right boyfriend. Eating well and sleeping enough. Saving energy.  Or in the situation he used it in, when my first run of the year was about 13 miles.  He was right; I couldn’t walk for a week after that.  Why is he always right? Hardest Day(s) on the Bike: Getting a time penalty and relegation at the USA Pro National Championships was a devastating moment for me.  I cried like a junior high girl (what did I use to talk on the phone for hours and hours about back then, and what was there to cry about anyway) and had an enormous amount of self pity.  Yet, you find out that life truly does go on, regardless if you think at that moment the world is revolving around you and your bruised heart. Favorite Equipment Choice: SRAM22. All the gears you ever wanted.  Gear heaven.  That paired with my Felt F1 and a set of Zipp 202 Carbon Clinchers with 25mm tires.  Wow, just typing that makes my heart beat a little faster. Favorite Project: Graduate school.  I started a graduate school program towards a PhD in Neuropsychology.  It has been challenging balancing work, school, and bikes, but investing in me and hopefully making a difference in people’s lives is all worth it.  Ride with purpose, invest in yourself, and change people’s lives.  That sounds like a fun project to me. Most Inspiring Accomplishments from Former Teammates: I am inspired by so many of my past and present teammates, that this is very difficult to choose just one moment.  One of my favorite things about cycling is that when I first ventured into the sport, I realized I was finally home.  I met many like-minded people that I was instantly drawn to.  What I find most inspiring, that is when they leave the sport, their legacy lives on within me through the valuable lessons I was taught, and role models I was able to look up to not only now but for the rest of my life.  And once you are the best at one thing, you have a pretty good chance that you will be great at anything you do after cycling.  Oh, and I have lifetime friends too! Congratulations to Meredith Miller for a tremendous road racing career as she retired this year, and I know she will continue to make an impact in whatever she does next!   Event and Year Highlights: Riding down the Coast of CA for Thanksgiving and meeting an elephant seal. Helping launch the WCA. Expect BIG things. Winning Sea Otter Time Trial 2nd at Chrono des Nations Mountain biking in Pt. Reyes National Seashore Serving on the Pro Committee as the Female Athlete Representative for USAC Racing a TT with my Grandpa, Team Tetrick at its finest Winning a few sprint finishes. Bam. Graduate School 1st track race ever, and 2nd at USA Elite Nationals Team Pursuit Happy, healing and reading! Spokesperson for California Concussion Coalition SRAM22 Product Launch. I like to call it SRAM Camp. Clif Bar Athlete Summit and meeting some of the coolest athletes ever at one of the coolest companies. Carved a pumpkin for my first time and went to a corn maze! Year of firsts! Having a Graham Watson photograph of myself Loving what I do.   Happy New Year to you all, and let’s make 2014 even better. Purpose, investment, and dream.  Make wise decisions. [...] Read more...
December 16, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I just checked off another item on my “to do list”.  Why? Well, first of all, it was done over Thanksgiving, and I needed to have another excuse to eat more turkey and dressing.  And secondly, why the heck not? Ride down the coast.  Done. Check. It took me 4 days to ride down the Coast of California from Marin to Santa Barbara County.  We were self-supported, and although we didn’t have anything fancy, we carried one small backpack.  Let’s be honest, I didn’t even have to care the backpack! It was my first multiple day adventure ride, and I didn’t know what to expect with the long miles and the limited supplies.  What did we ever do before smartphones and credit cards?  I know most people have done this route before, but if you have not, I highly suggest it.  If you hit the weather just right, you will be warm, sunny, and logging in some great base miles and scenery.  Maybe even with lots of tailwinds!  I was thankful to be able to do this ride with no agenda, no intervals, no concerns, just pedaling between scenic outlooks and local bakeries. Day 1: Marin County to Scotts Valley. Highlights: Golden Gate Bridge, Half Moon Bay, Pescadero. Day 2: Scotts Valley to Carmel. Highlights: 17 mile drive, Blood Marys with Anthony and then Salinas taco truck. Day 3: Carmel to Cambria. Highlights: Big Sur Bakery, Elephant Seals, Zebras, Hearst Castle, and Moonstone Beach Day 4: Cambria to Santa Maria. Highlights: Morro Bay, Edna Valley Vineyards and it’s your last day! (if you want to see the routes, you can check it out on my STRAVA account) My favorite day was Carmel to Cambria.  The views from the rugged coast into Big Sur, then the elephant seals of San Simeon, on into Moonstone Beach of Cambria.  If you ride any part of this California adventure, this is the best part of the journey. I have been asked how the shoulder and safety of the roads were for the duration of the trip, and for the most part, the roads are suitable for riding.  The quick glimpses of non-ideal conditions are swiftly returned to good safe roads.  Nothing is perfect, but navigate your route accordingly. We had friends join us on segments of the trip or a couple days of the adventure, and it was helpful to ride with good friends and enjoy the beauty with a few special people.  Something about this ride was really touching to me, no matter how often or how long I ride my bike, this was cataloged into a different genre completely.  To be able to have a destination in place, and the freedom to enjoy many parts of my home that I love so much, grasped a part of my soul.  I captured each moment I could and although I did not get everything photographically documented, there will be that independent surge of emotion each time I think of all the places that my bike can take me. What to pack?  25mm durable tires.  It made the ride squishier and more comfortable, and the tires withstood the different conditions and terrain while not getting any flats. Extra tire just in case you suffer a blowout, and of course plenty of tubes (think about if you need valve extenders or not). 1 Rain jacket. No matter what the weather predicts, bring this just to be prepared.  I used only one jacket the whole time for the morning starts, so this was a great multi-purpose jacket. 1 Vest.  Easy transition and layering. Baselayer.  This helps with temperature modulation through the different climates of the coast. Arm Warmers/Leg Warmers.  You can use them or not, but you don’t have a choice on whether or not to bring them. Travel Size DZ Nuts Chamois Cream.  You could even reapply it if you like! No need to go into detail, but chamois cream is essential. Travel Size DZ In Heat Embrocation.  I prefer not to have to wear leg warmers if I can get away with it, and this stuff really helps. The Alchemist.  No joke.  I carried a good book with me.  If I am going to be fulfilling my life purpose, I should be reading it about.  And I know you can go digital, but I love the feeling of pages turning! iPhone and charger.  Duh.  We can’t leave home without it!  Plus, this is where our photo ops came from! DeFeet Neon Hi Vis  Slipstream booties.  Even if the weather was warm, I still wore the booties.  I thought the extra pop of color would be good to be able to be seen on the roads. Shorts, long sleeve tee shirt, and flippies for quick and light off-the-bike transitions and into happy hour and dinner! Swimsuits. Hot tubs are necessary of course. Credit cards.  Because that’s how we buy dinner, book hotel rooms, etc. Don’t forget a toothbrush!   [...] Read more...
December 11, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I am more aware than ever that Christmas is quickly approaching.  Yikes!  What do you get your favorite cyclist or enthusiast for the holidays?  I have created a quick gift guide for that special (or perhaps not special, but that pesky picky obligation) cycling person in your life.  You may have drawn the short straw at the family present pool, but at least now, you will have some great ideas. Drum roll, please.  Can’t you hear those sleigh bells ringing? Oh wait, I mean handlebar bell. Ali’s Quick Holiday Gift Guide: Road ID: Talk about the perfect stocking stuffer.  Does your kid run cross country?  Do you hike or horseback ride?  Does your pet need a tag?  Cheap, easy, safety, all in one small and cheap to mail package. Defeet Neon Slipstream Shoe Covers: My new favorite accessory.  Inexpensive. Bright, fun, and no matter where you live, you need them. Neon is so the new black. Pearl Izumi Elite Aero Jacket:  No parachute, no puff, no pockets, but just right for me.  Small to shove into your jersey, and protects you from the wind on the cold days without dragging the wind with you. My most favorite jacket of all times. BlendTec: Yeah, because who doesn’t like to make squash soup and smoothies?  I bet it can make a mean margarita too, just have yet to try that. WCA T-Shirt: Ok, now this is a shameless plug.  But who doesn’t need a T-Shirt!? Good cause! SRAM 22:  There is the option to add a Wi-Fli (long cage rear derailleur) and actually ride an 11-32.  Um. Climbing gears without a triple!  I say, YES (although you can just get this one for yourself, since you better really really love the person you are buying this for) Felt Café Bike:  Smile guaranteed.  I received the Felt 24 Café bike in tangerine last year for Christmas from a sweetie, and has been so fun.  It changed my life.  The bike that is. Oakley Radarlock Edge XL glasses with photochromatic lenses:  Ok, maybe just any of the glasses with photochromatic lenses.  But with the weather the way it is, and the light constantly changing, I have noticed huge differences in visibility with these lenses as they change with the different levels of light. And the style is paramount.  Garmin Edge 500 and/or STRAVA:  Because who doesn’t want to wirelessly sync with your powermeter of choice, or smash STRAVA QOM’s… Speaking of STRAVA… a STRAVA premier membership is a good gift if they don’t already have one.  You can send them an e-gift card for that… We all know that we love to foster the already uber competetitive, Type A, crazy friends we have. Begin the friendly or not so friendly competition! CTS Coaching: Speaking of blasting away your competition, why not “gift” the gift of coaching? I have sure benefited from this! Ride the route for the Amgen Tour of California?  Or the latest that supplies a kinetic trainer, 3mon coaching, and 3 DVDs, too CR Wine: My favorite wine and offering free shipping for the holidays. Yes. Order some of this. Shoes, infinity scarves (my latest obsession), sparkly things, wind tunnel time, manicures, purses… oh wait, those are gifts that I want. Nevermind.   Yes, I have some great sponsors, but this is MY holiday gift guide for those on Santa’s good list.  Even though I don’t know why Louis Vuitton or Louboutin haven’t decided to sponsor me… [...] Read more...
November 11, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I have been around the world in 30 days.  Bike racing allows for great memories, experiences, and challenges.  Racing bikes has made me appreciate being home more than ever, but also embrace the incredible journey this is.  Becoming better at something isn’t easy, but it is something we should all strive to do. First things first. How did I prepare for arguably the biggest race of my season? Let’s see… I raced locally. Check. To me, the Oakland Grand Prix and the BikeReg.com Premier Series became the World Championships.  In the name of training, anything is possible.  I let my imagination soar, and I enjoyed Northern California racing. What else was I going to do? Levi’s Gran Fondo? Absolutely! Fastest Girl. Check. (Magnum bottle of wine included) Sign Boudin bread, kiss a llama, hang out with some cool people? (Happy Birthday to Craig Roemer!)I love hanging out with rockstars like the Queen of Pain. Check. Check. Check. Next? Dempsey Challenge! More cool people.  Rode for a great cause.  Ate Lobster and Fluff. Was inspired by the champions that fight the battle of cancer.  Thank you to Patrick Dempsey for hosting us. Motor paced behind Tommy D and Fast Freddie. Only regretted that request once or twice in the 3 hours! Fall in Maine is spectacular. Got to tour a shoe factory and eat a whoopie pie. Flew to France. Raced and then won a trophy. Saw the Eiffel Tower. Flew Home. Carved pumpkins and went into harvest party mode while being Tonto for Halloween surrounded by some good looking cowgirls and the Lone Ranger.  Hit the ground running to enjoy everything about the fall! Flew to LA for a day to tour the Amgen campus in Thousand Oaks, work with Breakaway from Cancer, and teach a spin class with Fast Freddie while Patrick Dempsey was giving hugs and pictures to the long line of women.  Breakaway from Cancer is an incredible program showing that not all breakaways need to be fought solo.  This one, we do as a team. Flew to Colorado Springs to be the female athlete representative for the Pro Road Committee. I love women’s cycling, and working with our federation, the women’s committee and the WCA to keep the positive changes coming. Climbed Incline with my sister and Rachel. Met with my genius coach, Dean Golich, and the legend, Chris Carmichael.  I entitled this picture, the Genius, the Legend, and the Blonde.  I am very happy working with CTS. Not only do they make me a better bike racer, but they always challenge me to be a better person. What more can you ask for in a coaching company. And now, I am back riding my bike (yes, even some on the dirt), taking a few deep breaths of warm California air and recharging. Being here gives me balance. Doing what I do gives me purpose. Sometimes you need to take words like sacrifice, focus, and determination, and apply them to yourself in terms such as perspective, balance, and fun.  Don’t get me wrong, I am more dedicated and focused than ever, but if you do it in a balanced way, I guarantee you won’t burn out  When the word SACRIFICE is used, make sure it doesn’t apply to those you care about, who you are, or the bigger picture.   [...] Read more...
October 23, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Ah, France.  Bonjour à nouveau. Returning to Les Herbiers this year, was a lot like returning to a family.  Same hotel. Same organizers. Same bakeries.  Same TT course. Sometimes a little familiarity in a different country goes a long way. One of the world’s most prestigious time trials? Sign me up.  Or I mean, invite me.  Chrono des Nations.  Just think of me the next time you feel silly for driving 3 hours for a road race in the middle of nowhere.  I flew across the world for a one day event.  Was it worth it? Absolutely. Not only did I get to photo bomb Tony Martin (I am sure he was more than excited).  I don’t know if it is socially acceptable to ask for a picture while you are both waiting for podium and giving interviews in the “green room”, but someone had to do it. Awkward? Perhaps, but highly necessary. I also got to meet Eddy Merckx. He presented the trophies, and they also made him weigh himself on stage.  I am glad I didn’t have to weigh myself.  Leave it to the French! No one should ever write in length about a TT. First of all, I don’t want to let you that much into my head, and also, it is a pretty simply race.  The fastest time wins premiere (1e), and the second fastest time finishes deuxiemme (2e). Deux années in a row. Darn or Sacrebleu. The race was 20k pour les femmes elite, mais les hommes elite did 57k! Oy vey. Needless to say, I was pretty happy we had the 20k option instead of 57k.  Who can focus that long? The competition was incredible this year and the conditions were brutal with huge winds and inclement weather.  Olympic medalists. World Champions. National Champions.  Finishing 2nd was a big honor for me.  I am still craving that top step, which means, I will be back (in your best Arnold impression), or add a French accent and say “Je serai de retour”. The race is still and always one of the best experiences.  Thank you to all who helped make it happen for me.  This does concludes my 2013 road season, and I have to take pride in my accomplishments, learn from my failures, and never forget to set big goals.  Dream big. A special thank you to SVCF for helping me with my travel to the race. [...] Read more...
October 19, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet The pinnacle of my career. In a career there are moments of greatness, glimpses of defeat, and years of memories.  Some days you wish never happened, and other days you wish this feeling will soon resurface.  I have raced my bike for 5 years, and I have finally reached the defining moment of my career.  I have never been more touched, more aware, or more alive than at this pinnacle moment.  I am not chewing into a gold medal on the top step of the podium, nor am I showered in champagne and victory salutes.  Although nothing is wrong with a little winning and some spraying bubbles. Absolutely nothing. The defining moment of my career.  The day I could never even have imagined to its fullest.  This is the moment. It wasn’t found in a cultural mecca, nor in an exotic place, it just happened in Moriarty, New Mexico.  Where even is that?  Why was this moment more different than any of my travels or victories?  Because I got to race side by side with my Grandfather, Paul Tetrick.  Who can say that?  This wasn’t the first time racing with him, and it won’t be the last.  But this was the first time I was able to race alongside of him, as an established professional cyclist, and a granddaughter overcoming the odds while accomplishing the dreams that a grandfather encouraged so long ago. Moriarty, New Mexico is the destination for all geeky time trialists (and I am a self-admitted geek).  My grandfather was destined to break the 20k 80+ USA National TT Record, and I was to race the 40k TT.  Grandaughter and Grandfather (and Granny too!) reunited in the high desert to try to find some speed.  Speed knows no age. When prepping for your career defining moment, you need to have the right outfit.  In cyclist terms, your kit is often defined for you.  But just like a good pair of shoes can make the dress, a great set of wheels can escalate a time trial bike into a rocket ship.  Since I won’t be buying my “Grampy” shoes any time soon, he needed a set of wheels.  The only choice was Zipp.  Grampy’s last wheel purchase was somewhere around the early 1990’s, and it was time for an upgrade. We gave my Grampy no choice but to ride a  Zipp Super-9 Disc Tubular, and Zipp 404 Firecrest Carbon Clincher front (both in the 650 option).  Believe me, he wanted no other choice. My choice was a Zipp 808 Firecrest Carbon Clincher and the Super-9 Carbon Clincher Disc.   It was Zipp Speed Weaponry made for the generations. We prepared and we raced.  Thank you Zipp for assisting in my career defining moment.  Fast wheels are timeless, and so is my Grampy.  My grandpa crushed the previous 20k 80+ USA National TT record and had a great PR (someone may have gone faster on that day as well, but that is beside the point).  My career reached its pinnacle at that moment.  Everything else from here on out is icing on the cake.  I was flooded with warm fuzzy feelings, with supreme pride and confidence, and extensive humility and perspective.  Greatness is found in family.  I will never forget this moment. I hope this is only the beginning of the future of cycling.  Breaking speed and age barriers.  Loving unconditionally.  Never restricting a generation.  This is my pinnacle moment.  I could not be more proud, more bolstered, or more impacted. What can I say?  Speed must run in the family. Maybe we will choose to KEEP speed in the family.     Thank you Zipp.  Thank you Jennifer Buntz from Duke City Wheelmen and Randy! [...] Read more...
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October 3, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Wrote this for Cycling Illustrated, so you can check it out HERE, or here! Late-season fitness is both a blessing and a curse.  Either you didn’t race hard enough earlier in the year, or you exhibited flawless self control in your rest and preparation.  Some people use their late-season fitness to go to the World Championships.  Me?  I use it for great Northern Californian classics such as the Oakland Grand Prix. Why?  Why not.  I love racing my bike.  Late-season or not.  Does this mean I am in perfect form for one more race this year?  Possibly.  Most of the time I wish there was more racing.  There is always another race. It’s not every day you can conquer the streets of downtown Oakland on skinny tires and two wheels while clad in neon and flashy Lycra.  Suddenly, you fit in.  One day a year, it isn’t all about the Raider Nation. It is about bikes, racing, and a great community.  Not only does this race provide equal prize money for the men and women, but also an incredible amount of cash, thanks to sponsors such as Montano Velo, CycleFanatic, Major Motion Cycling Team, and Team Oakland just to name a few.  Just imagine.  Each lap you do, the bigger the next prime is in the best currency there is.  Cold. Hard. Cash. We all know that Oakland takes their sporting events seriously, and this bike race is no different.  After forming a small break, I was able to take a solo flyer into the last 12 laps, which not only secured the cash money, but also a great finale to my NorCal racing for the year.  This was my 2nd win at the OGP and I will be back for more.  In the wake of this victory, I sealed the BikeReg.com Premier Series, which takes place over several races in the area, and the benefit of this—more cash on the line.  Who says bike racing isn’t glamorous? Regardless, we all know the reason we race bikes is for the love of the sport and competition.  If you plan your season correctly, you will be flying into the World Championships on that last cusp of incredible fitness…or entering the Oakland Grand Prix.  It is pretty much the same thing.  Listen to your body throughout the year and challenge yourself accordingly, and you will be able to ride the wave of late-season fitness right into cyclocross season.  Usually, work and life offer a bit of involuntary breaks throughout the year. Capitalize on those and keep riding.   Yes, we all want to be able to race at the World Championships, but at least we can race our bikes one way or the other.  Bike racing is glamorous after all. [...] Read more...
September 26, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Here is my shameless plug to have $1 donated to CAF and get some chocolate milk! Chocolate milk is a great, accessible recovery drink, and each vote donates $ to the CAF (noble cause).  Voting for me is suggested, but not required! Go here to VOTE!   [...] Read more...
August 29, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I will begin by offering a disclaimer. I am not an expert on the track, nor do I pretend to be.  But now I have done a track race, which just happened to be the National Championships, and all with just under a week of preparation, I am no longer just a participant.  I am a competitor.  And I survived. How did I survive the intimidating track culture and racing? Good question.  In case you ever find yourself on the track, or even at a track race, you will need to try to make the “roadies” proud.  Trackies don’t always let roadies onto their domain, but when we enter, we have to show that we can survive.  We will survive. We may not have the cache of track experience where you can rattle off gear inch ratios and spin to a reckless roller warm-up, but we do have the love of bikes (although I prefer mine with gears and brakes, but that is besides the point) and speed (who doesn’t love a good excuse to use aero equipment). I am a roadie that entered a national championship track race, and here is my “The Roadie’s Guide to Timed Event Track Racing Vol. 1”.  If I ever choose to do a mass start race, I can write a Vol. 2, but for now, since I did not enter any mass start races, I will wait until I have more immersion into the sport before I do that.  Or not. No one having brakes is supposedly better.  When a sprinter comes careening down the embankment directly at you, screaming, “Watch out! No brakes!” Do not flinch. Just hold your line and keep moving in a predictable direction. They want you to react and see what a roadie you are.  Remember, none of us of brakes.  I was told this was supposed to be comforting.  Speed changes don’t happen as drastically without brakes or gears, or so I am told. No matter what, don’t stop pedaling.  Right.  You can’t stop pedaling.  Even if you want to.  Just remember to keep your legs moving, or else you will end up getting bucked off your bike like you are riding a wild bronco in the rodeo.  I found out that the harder the effort, the more I wanted to stop pedaling after.  Resist the urge.  A few more pedal strokes is better than ended up with splinters in your hind end, or adding entertainment to the three-ring circus. The more carbon on your wheels the better.  Can you do a double disc?!  Absolutely.  If you want to sound like a jet engine when riding, I suggest going for the full aero regalia.  You may not always be the fastest, but you will still look and sound the fastest.  Who doesn’t want an excuse to use more aero equipment? Skinsuits are not only acceptable, they are preferred.  Have you won a QOM skinsuit once and never knew when you were going to be able to wear the polka dots again? Fear not, because skinsuits are not only common on the track, they are actually encouraged.  Even in training.  I still prefer the ease of bibs and a jersey.  I am not entirely comfortable strutting my stuff in an opaque skinsuit, but if you feel the need, know the track is the place for you to rock whatever skinsuit your heart desires. Learn track etiquette.  I am not a professional on all the unspoken rules of the track, but I like to fit in, therefore, I try to learn my place and the lines and speeds that are required for me to be on the track.  Just like the rules you like to enforce on your group rides, you also need to follow the rules and etiquette of the track.  Remember you don’t know it all, nor should you pretend to.  When in doubt, ask. Track sacks and chain tension.  I don’t have a gear bag for track, but I borrowed one.  It is pretty funny a gear bag is called a track sack.  I was more excited about the gold cogs than I was concerned about what gear they actually were.  You want to learn how to change your gears and make sure your wheels are tight and your chain tension is sufficient.  Never be afraid to ask for help until you are proficient in this task.  Your safety and the safety of those you are riding the track with are dependent on the reliability of your bike and equipment Gold Chains, Gold Cogs, and Aero Helmets. Yes, yes, and yes.  Bling is alive and well at the track. Asking someone to hold you.  The track is a very appropriate place to ask to be held.  I found myself saying, “Oh Hey, Sugar, will you hold me?”  His name was Sugar for the record.  And yes, you are always allowed to ask for a holder at the track.  Most people don’t mind.  Who doesn’t like to be held from time to time?  For a standing start, that is. Intimidate your competition and pump yourself up by aggressively hitting your head and screaming.  Or don’t.  But I did witness this.  I think it was a sprinter thing though.  I might try it in road racing just to see if my competitors think I am completely loony so they let me ride away from them.  It will be called Tactic Intimidation. Socks are not required.  Sounds like a stinky situation, but apparently tall socks are not a fashion “do” on the track.  Short socks or no socks are worn.  But with shoe covers now being UCI illegal, tall socks will probably be worn in the endurance competitions for aerodynamic reasons.  I wear short socks for the tanlines, and tall socks for the fashion, I mean aerodynamics.  If you show up wearing tall socks, you might as well have a “roadie” sticker attached to your forehead. Take recovery seriously.  Laying down for recovery on a blow-up mattress is best.  Once again, I think this is a sprinter thing.  But track efforts are really hard.  And then you recover really hard before you do it all over again.  I have seen inflatable air mattresses and donuts being associated with recovery.  Much different than the road, but when in Rome…recover. Look both ways before moving up or down track.  There are lanes on the track just like the freeway.  There are sprinting lanes, slow lanes, passing lanes, and merging lanes.  Be aware of your surroundings, your speed, and use your peripheral vision.  Even though the track looks like chaos, it is ordered chaos.  Add to the order, not the chaos. Winning is always preferred, but getting a medal is considered appropriate bling.  And we got a silver medal for a shiny 2nd place at the USA Cycling Track National Championships.  Like I said, track is all about bling. Take left turns, and join in the fun!  It will be the most fun you can have without joining the circus. Only put yourself in situations you are comfortable in, or if you are uncomfortable, ensure you can handle the situation calmly and rationally, and then gradually increase your experience.  I may or may not have gotten “stuck” on the track during warm-up once… or twice… Just think of the more k’s I logged!  Oh, and you always turn left. Enjoy! [...] Read more...
August 17, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I recently competed in my first track race of my career. It just happen to be the USA Cycling National Championships as well.  Coincidence?  Doubt it.  Maybe I was saving the eventual immersion for when it counted.  Maybe I just like the pressure of performance.  Or maybe my teammates were just really persistent in calling me, texting me, trapping me, until I eventually had no other options but to join in the “fun”.  I was constantly looking for an escape route or excuse.  I actually considered having my wisdom teeth removed again just to avoid the track.  Yet, with Cari’s “guidance” that strangely resembled a mixture of babysitting and arm twisting, I entered my maiden voyage in not only my first Individual Pursuit, but also Team Pursuit track race and national championship.  I could not have asked for a better group of women to race with, that were understanding and supportive of my nerves, and I could not have asked for better equipment.  I rode a DOUBLE DISC!? Bam. First track race.  First double disc experience. Nothing but left turns, right? I mean, left. And then it happened.  I was not only racing my first track race, but racing in the finals for a national championship title after a marginally executed qualifying round. And then it was over.  Things go by really fast when you have speed and are only racing 4k. Before I add anymore dramatic flair, we didn’t win.  We got second.  A silver medal in the Women’s Team Pursuit.  Should I be happy to have such a great supportive team, amazing sponsors, and a commendable finish for a race I didn’t decide I was going to do until 8 days before?  Possibly.  But 2nd place stings.  In fact, it is still burning.  Ouch. I have so many people to thank for this experience, including my team of Cari Higgins, Erica Allar, and Jessica Prinner. Amazingly beautiful women who happen to be really fast.  And we couldn’t have done it without Jame Carney and him directing us, setting up gears, bikes, and wheels, as well as coaxing me off the track when I was convinced I was “stuck” up there.  Felt Bicycles. Catlike Helmets. Zipp Wheels.  We were smoking hot out there.  And we were so close to my first national title. So close.  That will fuel the fire.  You may or may not see me at a track race in the future.  If not, I went in and out with a bang, that really just resembles a 2nd place performance.  Or, I will be back for more! Hi Ho Silver. And off into the sunset I go. [...] Read more...
August 7, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Where in the world have I been?  Good question.  I think the only people that have a firm realization on where my latest travels have taken me are the USADA out of competition whereabouts locator application on my iPhone. It turns out, I don’t actually enjoy traveling all that much, and can be quite the “home body”.  Yet, not all bike races occur within driving distance of my hometown. Therefore, my travels continue, and I do enjoy most moments of it. Where in the world as Alison Tetrick been? 1. Boise Twilight.  We won. I could get used to having a sprinter teammate. 2. Cascade Cycling Classic. We won. 3. San Rafael Twilight Criterium. We won. Best. Race. Ever. 4. Menlo Park Grand Prix. We won. (I am now the state crit champ again, go figure). 5. Rock Hill, South Carolina. Supposed to be labeled “training”, but I like to refer to it as my “sweet, steamy Southern vacay”.  As in wine, it is all in the label. 6. Los Angeles. Track Nationals. Wait, what?! Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Next up? Good question.  It appears I like to go where the weather is warm, the training is good, and the racing is hard.  Home is where the heart is? Try home is where my bike is.   The adventure continues.   [...] Read more...
July 31, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet My life is an adventure.  And I like it that way. You know the feeling when the pieces begin to fall in place.  It is as if each step you take, there is a new golden brick delivered beneath your feet, and you continue to follow the path set before you.  Each step I take, begins a new day and a rejuvenated zest for life. Bike racing can become mundane.  There, I said it.  Sometimes it becomes the same circus, just different venue.  You go through the motions.  You race hard.  You succeed.  You fail.  You race mediocre.  You succeed.  You fail. You search for a sense of value and purpose.  You crave the satisfaction of an achievement, even if it is just the thrill of your burning legs or making someone else feel the burning sensation.  Each step of the way, as you challenge yourself to become a better racer, and an even better person, does not always include the thrill of adventure and vibrancy.  That may be disappointing, but it is a fact of life. So where do you find that?  Why, you create it.  You try something new.  You appreciate life.  And then one day, that pieces just fall into place.  Perhaps you try a new discipline.  Maybe you attempt a different kind of finish.  Or you even just blow the dandelion into the wind and see where it all travels.  Bike races are won by trusting your instinct, and not necessarily always following the normal protocol.   Racing careers are made by following the path that only you can see and you have the responsibility to take.  It is up to you.  Which path should you choose?  Only you can decide. Why do people always try to convince me to get outside of my comfort zone when it took me a long time to get here?  Maybe because that is where the adventure exists.  The adventure resides outside of the parameters of your structure and sometimes even comfort. Where have I been?  Bike racing and exploring.  And where will I be?  That is up to the adventure to decide… My life is an adventure, and I like it that way. [...] Read more...
July 11, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet My official write up for Cycling Illustrated about the AMT Classic.  You can read it here, or HERE! Who wants to do intervals when you can race?   I don’t get to do a Grand Tour, so I might as well invent my own.  I recently completed the AMT Classic.  The AMT Classic consisted of 10 days of racing from the mountains of the Mt. Hood Cycling Classic straight into the plains of the Tour of America’s Dairyland.  Why? Why not.  Welcome to my own personal stage race, where you are guaranteed to finish with some extra cash money, race fitness, endless smiles, and of course chocolate milk and beer. I was honored to be a part of the Mt. Hood Cycling Classic in its last hurrah, as Breakaway Promotions is saying this is the last year, but we all know they will be back.  A race with that unique cocktail of a supportive community, breathtaking scenery, and challenging courses, won’t stay away forever.  And when they come back, I will be back too.  Although I really wanted to win the race, I had to leave the first four stages of the AMT Classic with a mere 2nd place overall at the Mt. Hood Cycling Classic.  Thank you for the memories, Mt. Hood.  I know I gained fitness and confidence through your grueling stages, and met many great people through the race and learned more about myself and my ability.  Now can I have to win the next time. The good thing about bike racing is that there is always more bike racing.  More bike races to perfect your skills.  More bike races to make mistakes.  More bike races to learn.  More bike races to win. Although I am partial to long stage races, I thought it was time to mix it up with some of my teammates and the sprinters of the Midwest.  We can’t let the sprinters have all the glory and chocolate milk, can we?  The Tour of America’s Dairyland is a tremendous opportunity to race each day with a fresh perspective and a new goal with its welcoming and laid back format of many races and different venues.  If something doesn’t work one day, you have many more days to test out your other weapons in your arsenal.  I could take a deep sigh of relief when entering the Cheese State as I was reunited with teammates and many options for the races. Two road races and four criteriums later, I had stolen two stages of TOAD and drank my fair share of chocolate milk, and Exergy TWENTY16’s sprinter and super track rider, Cari Higgins, finished 3rd overall.  At the road race that circumnavigated Road America, the NASCAR track, I attacked with 1.5 laps to go, and although the men had previously passed us, I did get to fly by the men’s field as they were neutralized for my solo attack for the win.  Gentlemen, I know you are fast too, but you have to give me credit for wanting to feel important as I got to speed into victory with style.  Thank you for proving to me that chivalry is not dead, and giving me a boost of confidence into a great finish. Racing is fun.  Add thousands of cheering fans and a Friday Night Fish Fry, and it gets even better.  The Downer Avenue Criterium, Stage 9 of the AMT Classic, was like no race I have ever done.  With over $2,500 in primes alone, including one $1,000 Ultra Prime by Ben’s Cycle, the race was pure chaos fueled by the energy of the crowds and a warm Milwaukee night.  With 8 laps to go, I countered a previous prime, and not only snagged a $1,000 prime 2 laps later as I continued to escape from the sprinters, but also stayed solo for a very dramatic win.  Wow.  More chocolate milk, a giant check, and a win.  It is fair to say, I love Milwaukee. Proof that the AMT Classic was not a fixed stage race, I did not win every stage of my own personal Grand Tour.  However, I did take a little treasure from each race I competed in.  Constantly learning, constantly growing, and constantly finding where my limits are, if I even have any.  This makes you want to make your own Grand Tour too, doesn’t it?  I returned to California and all I wanted to do was to keep racing.  I had to join the Davis Bicycle Club at their 4th of July Criterium just three days later, and then get a taste of the rough roads of the Leesville Gap Road Race that make the cobbles of Europe look smooth as silk.  Standing on top of the podium at Leesville Gap, it was a watermelon trophy instead of the Full Sail Brewery beer of the Mt. Hood Cycling Classic, or the chocolate milk of the Tour of America’s Dairyland, but it was just as satisfying.  Bike racing sure beats training.  Next year, why don’t you sign up for the AMT Classic? Highlights: Hood River.  Need I say more? 8,000 feet of climbing in 70 miles on Stage 4 of MHCC. Raspberries in the back yard in Hood River. Full Sail Brewery. Wisconsin Friday Night Fish Fry.  True story.  Amazing. Chocolate milk. Humidity volume in my hair. Casserole made by my Wisconsin hosts.  Yes, people still make casseroles. $1,000 Ultra Prime by Ben’s Cycling (then staying away for the WIN!) Faster, tanner legs. Neutralizing men’s field so I could pass in true NASCAR style to WIN. Racing instead of training. [...] Read more...
June 26, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I love the Mt. Hood Cycling Classic.   I have worn yellow there, and I have lost yellow.  I have worn the QOM jersey, and lost the QOM jersey.  I have climbed 8000 feet and tried to win, but had to settle for 2nd place. Not to mention the rain, the snow, the blood, the sweat, and the tears. But what keeps me coming back to this stage race?  Perhaps I am a glutton for punishment.  Perhaps I just love a good challenge.  Or perhaps, I just fell in love with Hood River the first time I went there. Although I finished 2nd there this year, and there won’t be a next year to promise to come back and win, I can still take all the lessons that I have learned from this race, the opportunities that I received, and the plenty of hard bike racing with beautiful views.  This race hold a special place in my heart. Thank you to Chad Sperry for providing a women’s field this year for us to come out and join the party in the farewell to Mt. Hood Cycling Classic.  I bet you will be back.  Just you wait.  And if you are, so will I. [...] Read more...
June 18, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet This isn’t the best time for this, being the warmth of summer is upon us, but I recently collaborated with Outside Magazine in order to provide some guidelines for what to wear in varying temperatures.  You can read the full article here. Being a professional cyclist, I consider myself similar to a migratory bird.  I like to go where it is warmer so I don’t have to train in the brutal, cold conditions.  I live in Northern California, so my conditions are not nearly as harsh as they can be around the country, but the training is phenomenal here.  It can be cold and wet in the winter, and dressing appropriately is paramount for proper training and to ensure you stay healthy and happy while riding and training. 33* to 45*:  Phew! It isn’t technically freezing out, and there isn’t any ice on the ground!  No better time than the present to ride.  This air temperature is still quite chilly and it is important to bundle up appropriately to stay warm.  Although I hate having too many layers and heavy clothing on because I feel more like the Michelin man than a savvy bike racer.  Layering is pivotal, but you want to make sure you don’t have too many layers that cause heavy sweating with little ventilation.  Damp cold and dry cold can be two very different issues.  If the air is dry, and the temperatures are in the 30’s to 40’s, you may be able to get away with just wearing a thermal vest, a long sleeve jersey, and a baselayer, accompanied by bibs, leg warmers, wool socks, and shoe covers.  If it is foggy or raining, you will need to take extra precaution to make sure your core stays warm.  Bringing a rain jacket or a waterproof jacket for the descents will help keep the bone chilling cold at bay.  Also waterproof or heavier shoe covers will help as well.  Although there are myriads of warm gloves that companies offer, I always seem to stick with the Defeet Duraglove (in retro pink that is no longer available).  If it is raining, these are not the best option, but if it is, I find that my hands stay warm, and I am able to have the necessary dexterity to feel my shifters and brakes that I want, as well as grab that bar in my jacket pocket.  They are lightweight, easy to take on and off, and also very affordable.  You can slip an extra pair in your pocket in case the pair you are wearing gets wet.  There is nothing as wonderful feeling as putting on a fresh, dry pair of gloves on in middle of a cold, miserable ride.  I prefer wearing headbands if it isn’t too cold outside because it doesn’t fill up my helmet too much.  Keeping your ears and head warm are a crucial part to the overall core temperature warmth. 35* to 45*. Rain/Wet: Long Sleeve Baselayer (Transfer Long Sleeve Base Layer by Pearl Izumi).  Thermal jackets are quite warm, and possibly too warm for these conditions.  Yet, just wear a simple baselayer under them, and let the jacket do what it does best.  Keep you warm! Thermal Jacket.  Point taken. Rain Jacket (Pearl Izumi Elite Barrier Jacket).  This is my favorite rain jacket because it is fitted, and doesn’t become a parachute.  You can use it in all wet conditions, even warmer ones.  I like to put it over my thermal jacket to keep the jacket from getting saturated and super heavy.  Once your jacket gets soaked, consider your ride resistance training. Leg Warmers *see below Wool Socks *see below Waterproof Shoe Covers.  I haven’t found one pair of shoe covers that keep your feet completely dry, and I have never understood the point of toe covers.  Waterproof shoe covers seem to have a saturation level (as does most waterproof material), but at least if your ride is about 3 hours, you should stay warm.  Wearing plastic bags on your feet may help keep them dry and warm, although the sweat factor increases dramatically. Long fingered gloves.  Try to find gloves that are waterproof and have thermal capabilities.  I have struggled with this since I don’t like the bulky feeling, but it is necessary to keep your hands warm.  Pack an extra pair of dry gloves to switch out mid ride. Embrocation *see below Chamois Cream *see below Dry:  Long Sleeve Jersey Thermal Vest.  Hands down, my favorite article of warm clothing is the thermal vest.  I love to be able to use it in a variety of conditions and it is very versatile.  It keeps your core warmer than just a wind vest, but it prevents the overheating caused by a larger thermal jacket. Light Skull Cap/Headband (I always love me some lululemon).  I think hats are bulky, and if it isn’t too cold, I prefer just to wear a headband to keep my ears warm.  Hats/Headbands can make all the difference in the world. Base Layer (my favorite is the DeFeet UnD Lite Sleeveless).  This is my favorite baselayer because it is light, and short.  I don’t need to be tucking it into my bibs, and I also can wear it in so many conditions.  It doesn’t retain a smell, and although it may not be the prettiest baselayer out there, it is the most useful.  Baselayers should always be worn under your bibs. Leg Warmers.  My stipulation on leg warmers is they must be long enough for my long legs.  I don’t want any gaps anywhere, and a pair of fleece lined leg warmers is heavenly.  I don’t like added seams on my leg warmers which leave funny gathers or cause chafing.  Look for comfort in leg warmers. Wool Socks.  Socks should be long enough to not leave any gaps between the leg warmer and the leg. These aren’t rocket science, but a cycling specific wool sock is ideal so it doesn’t retain water or get too heavy while riding.  I have had good luck with the Pearl Izumi Elite Thermal Wool sock. Shoe Covers.  Not super high tech, but I love to wear the DeFeet Slipstream Shoe Cover.  You don’t have to pay a quid for shoe covers and panic when they get dirty and destroyed.  You can buy 5 pairs of these shoe covers, and they are durable enough to last, they keep your feet warm and your shoes clean.  They even come in some neon colors now, and I love to wear the Neon Yellow (increasing visibility) or the Neon Pink (because I can).  Neon is the new black, right? Long Fingered Gloves.  Defeet DuraGlove in retro pink (I had to find them on Amazon).  They give me dexterity, warmth, and are just simple.  I hate the feeling of mittens or chunky gloves.  If it is wet, these are not the best option.  However, the wool is warm enough for me for dry conditions, and I don’t find it a chore to put them on. Embrocation.  I love to wear DZ Nuts “In Heat” embrocation even under my legs warmers.  It keeps my legs toasty in all conditions, and doesn’t increase the sweat factor. Chamois Cream.  This is a must.  Don’t forget it.  I prefer DZ Nuts PRO (which has a little tingly sensation), but if you are don’t like that, than try DZ Nuts Bliss.  Even though putting on cold chamois crème is the worse, it is especially important in the rain and still important in cold conditions.   The 45* to 60* range is a more difficult condition to dress for because you don’t want to overheat, yet nothing will end a ride sooner than being too cold.  Make sure to look at the weather forecast in order to verify if it will stay in the 40’s all day or if it will get a bit more balmy.  These recommendations, as well as the recommendations above, are for training purposes.  When I am racing, I will take the risk of wearing less clothing since the intensity is so high and it is easy to overheat, and you can’t have extra layers on.  In this scenario, I also have the luxury of the team car to grab a rain jacket out of, or give them my vest.  Unless you have a follow car on your training rides, opt to bring the options and dress warmly.  The worst case scenario, you will have to shed a layer, but at least you won’t get cold and risk getting sick.  In these conditions though, I won’t wear a jersey and arm warmers.  I do commit to the LS jersey, knowing that there is no way I would take off my arm warmers if I wore them.  If you don’t see yourself taking off your arm warmers, just wear a LS jersey for comfort, warmth, and simplicity.  I am in love with my Thermal Vest, and especially after a long winter (in California, mind you), it will take a lot to make me let it go.  Tall socks are always better.  Leave the shorter socks for when you are concerned about tanlines.  Shoe covers keep your feet warm and your shoes clean.  It is all about priorities.  Training in Northern California can leave a variety of conditions from a cold, damp coastal fog to a warm inland.  It is always important to know where you are riding and how the conditions will vary.  Riding up a mountain a couple of thousand feet will require you to dress more warmly for the descent, but with cooler options for the climb.  Cycling is all about planning ahead and having the simplest options to do so.  Preparation is the key to success and warmth in this case.  Embrace the adventure.   45* to 60*.  Base Layer.  I would still go with the Defeet UnD Sleeveless base layer here.  This is the most versatile baselayer without adding weight and bulk. Long Sleeve Jersey.  I won’t wear a jersey and arm warmers, since I will commit to wearing a long sleeve jersey.  When selecting a LS jersey, make sure that the sleeves are long enough to cover the gap between the gloves and the jersey.  I have long arms and I have struggled in finding a jersey where the sleeves are long enough for me. Thermal Vest or Wind Vest.  I love my thermal vest.  I think this is the most versatile warm weather gear out there.  I would still wear it today because I love the more cozy feeling it gives me when descending into cold air.  However, some people may overheat and prefer to use just a wind vest and perhaps an extra layer underneath.  Give the Thermal Vest a try. Leg Warmers.  I prefer leg warmers to knee warmers.  I think they look faster, and are more comfortable.  But, I don’t like capris since I am tall, so maybe that’s my issue. Shoe Covers.  These may not be a requirement, but I still like to wear them, especially if my shoes might get dirty.  The DeFeet Slipstream shoe covers would be fine for this situation.  If it is nearing 60*, then you won’t need the shoe covers for warmth, but in case there are puddles out there, you might increase the cleanliness and life of your shoes by wearing them. Socks.  I don’t think you need wool socks (unless it is raining), but a nice pair of long socks is ideal.  Don’t wear the shorties or mid-length.  Just go for a simple taller 5” DeFeet sock.  If you are worried about them getting dirty, where black socks.  They look more fresh even after a ride in the rain. Gloves.  I would still wear my DeFeet DuraGloves in this situation because I love the versatility of them.  Especially if you start when it is more chilly, and it warms up throughout the day.  I don’t like my fingers to be cold, but I hate the feeling of being over dressed. Embrocation.  If it is supposed to be mid-50’s to 60’s, I may not wear leg warmers, and just put on some light DZ Nuts In Heat embrocation if anything at all.  The old cycling adage is to always cover your legs if the temperature is below 60.  Yet, I do not find leg warmers or knee warmers comfortable.  If I can get away without wearing them, I will.  Embrocation helps me bridge that gap. Chamois Cream.  Always.  *See Above 65* and above! Now this is the easier temperatures.  All about temperature regulation.  Time to just monitor the baselayers, arm warmers, vests, etc…   Know your route to see if it will be in the shade, or require a lot of descending or climbing.  Windbreaking vests/jackets are great for those long descents, and easy to shed while climbing.  I don’t wear a baselayer if it is over 75*, but some people swear by them.  I won’t be wearing any knee warmers or leg warmers.  I may wear short socks for the tanlines.  Tall socks are always good too.  Always wear chamois cream, and don’t forget your sunscreen.  Stay hydrated, challenge yourself, and enjoy the ride.  No one likes to be cold, so just make sure you layer appropriately, but don’t overheat!  One trick is to walk outside in what you plan to be wearing.  You should feel slightly cool and maybe slightly uncomfortable, but you will warm up quickly. No matter the temperature.  Wear a RoadID! [...] Read more...
June 12, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I will be talking about riding a bike like a girl, confidence, training, racing, and…bikes! Just in case you are in the Sacramento area…it should be fun! Check it out HERE! [...] Read more...
June 8, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet “So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaseless into the past” The Great Gatsby. How many times can you say next year?  Isn’t next year what drives us?  It is that elusive goal, similar to the green light of The Great Gatsby.  There is a goal or sense of purpose that is constantly moving further away the closer we approach it.  Even if it is over glorified, it is next year.  But, how many times can I say next year? Nationals is my goal.  As scary as it is to state your goal, at times it is necessary.  It is reality.  You need to be held accountable for your focus.  However, this year, the national’s time trial was one of my most disappointing days in my career.  I struggled with being able to write about it, or express the engulfing sense of failure, loss, and frustration.  There are other days.  You can win some and you can lose some, but oh wait, I have yet to win a national championship.  This too will pass? Tell that to my heart that is responding like a teenage girl experiencing her first meeting with love and betrayal.  That gripping loss that grabs a hold of your heart and refuses to let go, not to mention the tears which I am sure most of you are happy you did not have to witness.  A marginal top 10 performance turned into a 1 minute time penalty, and a national championship that was never able to be ridden to completion.  Regardless if the penalty was really for looking too good in a custom skinsuit, or a funky passing situation, it was still a consuming disappointment that leaves a burning void unable to be filled and probably never will. The first phone call I answered, besides of course my coach, was my Grandpa.  5 days later.  He had given me some time to fume, to ache, and to gather myself, and he had been appropriately warned to keep his distance.  His advice was simple, that it was acceptable to be depressed and to pout, but then I needed to get moving.  Wallowing was not a becoming trait.  It hit me.  I had turned into a country song and a teenage girl, and I don’t think I was wearing either very well.  It was time to “hide my crazy”, and even though this “ain’t my momma’s broken heart” (she would have won) I still needed to “keep it together, start acting like a lady” and move forward focusing on the rest of the year, and of course, next year.  Ready. Set. Grow up. That is why we do this, right?  For those relentless goals.  To have that moment where all the stars align and you are able to perform to your highest level in a perfect state.   Perhaps we are beating against the current, but we are getting stronger for it.  Without a target, why would we be doing this?  We can’t live in the past of failures and frustrations.  How many times can we say next year?  I will let you know next year.   We don’t quit.  There is always a next year. On a positive note, check out my beautiful Felt DA TT bike on SlowTwitch.Com here. She is so pretty, she deserves a penalty! Feel free to DROOL. [...] Read more...
May 16, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet     You ride like a girl. Well, thank you.  My intention isn’t to ride like a man, because I am a woman, and I compete like one.  What does that mean?  I am strong, capable, and of course have issues of my own, but I don’t need to make apologies for those.  I am a woman, I ride my bike, and last time I checked, I was pretty good at it. This week, I will be competing in the Amgen Tour of California Women’s Time Trial, presented by SRAM.  Even though the women do not have a ten day stage race traveling up the state of California like the men do, generous sponsors like SRAM and AEG have stepped up to allow the women to compete in an invitational only time trial.  Fifteen women were invited from around the world to showcase their talent, and to race against the clock for a large cash purse.  Is it ideal?  No.  I would prefer to race ten days.  Yet, I am not complaining because I am grateful for those sponsors who have stepped up to provide this specific opportunity for women.  This isn’t the pinnacle moment of success, but it is a step towards success for me and my sport, and I am thankful to those who made this event possible.  We are all on our way to success. Success is not a destination.  Being a professional female cyclist, of course I strive for equality, for opportunity and for a future in the sport.  Did you know the majority of women make less than $10,000 a year to be a “professional cyclist”?  This does need to change, but using an event like this, we are furthering our mission in the sport through racing and media.  Rather than being so focused on a final goal, I have learned to be appreciative of the milestones that have occurred over my cycling career in increasing visibility and sustainability of a sport that I have made my life.  To me, success is a girl on a bike, riding like a girl, and being valued for doing so. Do girls race bikes too?  Yes, we do!  And we are quite entertaining and inspiring to watch.  We have stories, skills and strengths that can encourage the future generations of strong, healthy, active women and men alike.  My professional team, Exergy TWENTY16, has begun paving the way into creating heroes and role models for those women and girls looking for a future in a sport that has historically been impossible.  To me, that is success.  I would love to bring this sport to a level of equality, where the women are actually able to make a living like the men currently do, and where prize money at least gives the appearance of an equal amount of respect.  That would be successful, but first things first, let’s create the success by attending and supporting the opportunities that are given to us, like this time trial. Ultimately, I crave to see cycling enter the mainstream sports and for a chance for our stories to be broadcasted to the world.  For a woman on a bike to be a demonstration of independence, freedom, and femininity.  Where strength is not intimidating and where capability is welcomed in opportunities.  This would be success. In the last several weeks, I have discovered what success truly means to me in regards to my sport and my life.  It is riding my bike every day I can, and considering each day a blessing.  It is pushing the limits of my body and mind through racing, recovery, and training.  Success is not confined within my results.  It is also in having the ability to take a measure of pride in loving those around me, being loyal to my family, friends, and faith, all while making my sport a better place.  I see the challenges and the obstruction in the future of women’s cycling.  I see that even though I may not achieve my goals immediately, I need to keep blazing a trail so those behind me may be able to accomplish all they want to do.  I want to be a successful athlete, of course, and to compete to the best of my abilities, but I also want to provide a sustainable opportunity for women in cycling for years to come.  How will I do this?  By competing in events such as the Amgen Tour of California Women’s Time Trial presented by SRAM, remaining professional in my endeavors, yet also taking risk to push the traditional gender boundaries of the sport.   Thank you to those involved like AEG, SRAM, Exergy Development Group, United by Sport (TWENTY16), for keeping the faith and providing these opportunities.  I will cherish every single one as I find success along the way, and know there is so much more to come.  Together, we will all find success in this process. Success is not only found within, it can also be found in the community you foster and develop.  Success can be found on a bike.  Just because I ride like a girl, doesn’t mean that I am not damn fast.       – See more at HERE.  My FINAL entry for the #SuccessProject.  Please define success and tag it on Twitter for the last week!!! [...] Read more...
May 12, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I recently caught up with Ted Burns from NorCal Cycling News. I love racing in our local district, and supporting our area.  Here is the link to the podcast.  Let me give you fair warning, I can talk.  Maybe it can be background noise to a tedious day at the office. Thank you to NorCal Cycling News for promoting the women’s peloton, and also giving us fun blurbs about our racing! [...] Read more...
May 7, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I will admit it; I was a triathlete in the past.  It was a brief stint and I am very happy with the career path I have chosen with just me and my bicycle.  Triathlon is an enigma.  It is a sport that effectively challenges the athlete to become a master of three sports that actually combat one another’s success.  I won’t claim to be a professional in the field of triathlon, but as a professional cyclist, I have learned quite a bit about the bike, the training, and the practicality of it all.  Cycling is a beautiful sport, and I have seen many triathletes and cyclists alike struggle over finding the comfort, strength, and style of cycling.  I may not be able to help you with your wetsuit removal or a smooth transition, but I can offer you a few basic tips on just the cycling element. You can go on Buy4Outdoors section for men to get the best and easily usable wetsuit. Put the gel down for a second, pull those compression socks up, and hydrate with your beverage of choice while you read these tips to make you look better, gain fitness and ride more confidently on the bike!  Don’t worry, I am a professional. Tips on how to be a Triathlete by a Cyclist. Approach hills with equal effort, not equal speed.  When going over rollers, you don’t have to maintain the same speed as you were in the flats.  This causes your power to skyrocket and then you have to find recovery going downhill.  Instead, maintain momentum by keeping consistent power over the rollers and through the flats.  Your training partners and I will thank you. Train in bibs, not shorts.  The chamois tends to be more comfortable in bibs than shorts, and if you don’t have to swim in your shorts first, you might as well go for relief and style (chamois crème also helps).  Bibs also help with that “muffin” top occurrence by keeping the unity of the fabric thus increasing form and function.  Baselayers are meant to be worn underneath the bibs.  Shorts can often gap on the back leaving a nice strip of skin to get sunburned or cold.  Take my word for it, wear bibs for comfort, and avoid the “tramp stamp” on your back.   It is worth the extra assembly and disassembly required. Nature breaks are NEVER to be done on your bicycle.  Your bike is sacred, and if you break this pivotal rule, please warn me before I touch your saddle, or your drive train (not that I would do either).  Nature breaks must be taken off the bicycle. Shifting is an art.  You do not need to stay in your big ring.  You have a little ring too.  By utilizing all the gears you have, you are able to spin your way up and down climbs in order to maintain a consistent effort, and use cadence to save your legs instead of mashing or grinding your gears.  Shifting is a valuable skill to learn, and you should utilize it to be the most efficient cyclist.  An efficient cyclist will have more energy for those other activities you have following your ride. Socks are beneficial.  Less stinky feet!  Regardless of what is quickest during transition, socks are a great article of clothing to use while riding and training.  Socks wick sweat, help prevent odor, add to warmth, and can also increase the longevity of your Velcro tri shoes.  An additional positive is that socks can be used to display yet another one of your sponsor’s logos without having to get a tattoo.  Sounds like a win-win to me. Race wheels are great for race day.  It is acceptable to have training wheels that may not have any carbon on them.  Leave the race wheels for race day and you will go faster. Believe me. Tubular wheels are meant for racing, not training.  Your cell phone is not a flat fixing device, and I would not trust riding a tire at speed that I used residual glue or tape to adhere to my wheel.  Tape or glue?  Glue.  Tape is slower anyway.  I recommend training on clincher wheels. Leave the TT bike at home for group rides.  The aerodynamic advantage that occurs while on a group ride happens by following the draft of the pack, not by riding in your aero bars.  Try to ride your road bike when riding in large groups for better handling, shifting, and safety.  You will make more cycling friends this way.  Riding in aero position isn’t social. You have a bladder. Does your bike really need one too?  I don’t think bikes should have bladders.  Then you will have two of you asking “are we there yet?”  And when is the last time you cleaned that bladder and gel flask? I pick simplicity and cleanliness. Ride a road bike.  Who wants to sit in the TT position all the time?  Invest in a road bike in order to enjoy the comfort and fun a good road bike can offer.  Better descending, more gear options, and much safer in crowded conditions.  If you are worried about not being aero or using your time trialing muscles, just ride in your drops to force yourself to adapt to this position. You have 24 hours to remove your race age/number from your leg and bike.  You have every reason to be proud of your recent Ironman accomplishment, but instead of leaving the marker on your leg, try wearing that sweet finisher t-shirt or hat they gave you in your swag bag instead.  Tea tree oil, hand sanitizer, sunscreen, or even hairspray will work wonders for removing your race age and number.  Your race number should be removed from your bike by your next group ride, but good thing you ride your road bike on those… Start scrubbing, the clock is ticking! A clean bike is a fast bike.  Yes, I have a mechanic that does that for me, but if you don’t have this luxury, treat your bicycle like the valuable possession she is.  A clean bike slips through the wind unnoticed, shifts flawlessly, and looks a whole lot better.  If you do get the dreaded chain mark tattoo, or “fred mark” on your leg, your bike probably isn’t clean enough.  Take pride in your bicycle. Aero Helmets are worn only if you are being timed.  Strava or your Garmin doesn’t count.  Unless you are in a time trial or race, and being timed, don’t wear your aero helmet.  It really isn’t cool.  Road helmets provide more ventilation and visibility, and really just look a lot better. Cycling doesn’t have to always be considered a “workout”.  I never refer to riding my bike as working out.  I may have intervals to do, or focused training, but it is just riding a bike.  You can train all you want, but don’t forget the joy that just riding your bike with friends can bring.  Don’t be afraid to take it easy and chat.  Riding slow can make you ride fast when it counts.  Have intervals.  Have coffee shop rides.  Train on your bike, don’t work out on your bike. Race your bike.  Bike racing can be scary, but it can also be a great way to get some thoughtless intensity in your training plan.  Instead of forcing yourself to do intervals, you can just hop into a local bike race and get all the intensity you so desire.  Bike racing dictates the pace for you, which will stretch your comfort zones, and also help raise your fitness level and experience.  Road bikes are required for mass start races.  Your TT bike will need to be made UCI legal in order to race any USA Cycling sanctioned time trials, however, your local free TT (PCSD by Davis Wheelworks) is fair game. Arm warmers are never to be worn with sleeveless jerseys.  Just don’t do it. Feel free to wave at other cyclists.  We all need a lesson in friendliness sometimes.  Don’t succumb to the cycling snobbery.  Wave and smile.  Bike riding is fun.  Let’s all be friends out there, it is our community. Spend time in the aero position.  Yes, this isn’t social, and you may not make any group ride friends doing so, but it is important to train in the position you are racing in.  Feel free to spend the hours by yourself in your aero bars in order to build the appropriate muscles to race to the best of your ability.  I just probably won’t join you.  Do these on safe roads and be very aware of traffic, other cyclists and possible hazards. Basic bike handling skills go a long way.  Invest time in your skills on the bike in order to capitalize on the time you spend riding.  You will ride faster, more efficiently, and safer.  Local cycling clubs often offer clinics to work on basic skills.  We all need these skills and it is good to learn to perfect them.  Practice makes perfect, makes you faster on race day, and also is better for those around you.  Bike handling skills is a constant learning possibility. Let’s admit it; the bike is the best part of a triathlon anyway.  Yes, it is.  No arguments there.  Maybe we should just all race our bikes instead.  Anyone? [...] Read more...
May 3, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Have you ever been told you were stubborn as a mule?  Did you say thank you? There a few times when I think that should be a compliment. If success could be characterized as an animal, what would it resemble? A lion?  A peacock?  A primate? A bulldog?  In order to be successful, you have to persevere.  You have to forge through the rough waters and difficult terrain.  You have to ignore the obvious signs to quit.  You have to be stubborn and obstinate.  You have to be like a mule. Note to the men out there that are struggling with using a descriptive animal comparison for a successful female athlete you know.  I don’t recommend doing this.  Animals are great and all, but when referring to a woman as a specific type of animal because you are convinced she is as fast as a cheetah since she sped by you on the track, please proceed with caution.  Women don’t always enjoy to be compared to an animal.  I am speaking from experience. As a female professional cyclist, I will often compete with the professional or elite men locally to challenge myself and get quality training.  This of course opens the doors for the comments from the men that I am as strong as a horse, or I have the velocity of a truck.  I love horses and trucks, yet I doubt this comment was implying a svelte thoroughbred.  I can only imagine they were thinking of something like a draft horse carrying a heavy load through challenging conditions.   And don’t get me started on being compared to a truck, I have never heard of a truck being sleek.  Trucks are sexy, but I am not sure I want to remind you of an extra wide dually with powerful towing capacity, no matter how successful you think I am.  Once again gentlemen, be very cautious when comparing a woman to anything, especially animals, because we will probably assume the worst. That being said, I have to admit that I also have been told I was being as stubborn and bullheaded as a mule.  Yet through recognizing and achieving success while pressing forward in all paths of life, the only reason that I am still able to compete and be successful is that I can be quite mulish.  In order to be successful, you have to be sure in your steps and navigation in order to follow the right path.  You have to stay true to yourself and to the course.  If someone tells me that I can’t do something, I want to work twice as hard to prove them wrong.  I have often written my goals down and placed them in prominent locations in my house in order to hold myself accountable.  I have broken bones, bruised my mind, and deflated my heart, yet I have continued to persevere.  The only way you will find success is to not give up trying, and this entire process will guarantee to give you success, even if it is in another way than you imagined.  Although you may need to train to be as a powerful as a bull and then gain experience to use that strength to become smart like a tractor, you will still need to be as stubborn as a mule in order to succeed.  Success is found in resilience and unwavering will.  Success is found within being like a mule. Set your goals with courage, and be willing to be like a mule.  You may need to put blinders on to focus so specifically at your target that you can’t see anything else but the end of the trail.  This way, you will not be distracted and you will overcome the obstacles in your path.  Success is perseverance, and sometimes the only thing that allows us to continue is our own mulish nature.  Maybe there is a little mule in all of us, and perhaps being obstinate isn’t always a negative trait.  You can still be a race horse too, but when you need to, let yourself be as stubborn as a mule.   Know when you have to be flexible and take a detour, but also know when you have to strive ahead.  There is a time and place to be flexible, but perseverance will always lead towards success. Next time someone says you are as stubborn as a mule while you are working towards your goals, say thank you.  It can be a compliment.  Just don’t call me a truck. What do you define success as?  That was the question that was asked of me, to contribute to the #successproject.  If you want to share what you think success is, or what it means to you,  you can do it HERE or tag it on Twitter with #successproject and for each one contributed, $1 will be donated to the CAF (which is my favorite charity!).  I will be posting blogs for this project throughout the next month, but I also hope you play along and contribute to the site and Twitter to help share success and benefit the Challenged Athletes Foundation (CAF). See [...] Read more...
April 26, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet How do you view success?  Through rose colored glasses?  From the cheap seats?  Each day you wake up?  Or from within your heart and soul. When asking how people view success, one of the major themes that I have discovered resonating is an uncontrollable smile.  A real smile that creeps up on you and you can’t help but release it.  A smile that can only surface when you feel a sense of personal accomplishment.  That inner peace that allows for your guard to be removed and your true emotions shine. I smile quite frequently.  I like to smile.  Yet, I can also issue a pretty satisfactory glare as well.  All of these emotions are in and around professional cycling and just my life in general.  The multitudes of glares, grimaces, and smiles all come with the territory of who I am.  I express myself through my bike and my life.  When you allow yourself to take pure pride in your hard work, and regardless of the outcome, you know that your journey has led you to this moment –the smile of success is found.  It isn’t in winning and losing.  It is in knowing you did what you could, and you enjoyed the process. How do you get this smile?  You can’t be afraid of a little pain and difficult times where a smile is the furthest reaction from your mind.  There are many grimaces before that smile will ever be liberated.  Success is found in determination and suffering as well, but through that work, there is joy unearthed in abundance.  The satisfactory smile is found after gritting your teeth and contemplating quitting but proceeding anyway through the pain.  Smiles are built on a framework of expressions.  Free your smile today.  Take your expectations aside, and let yourself enjoy the road. Share the smile.  Success can also be found in leaving others with that special gift in your wake.  Showing them that life is too short to be taken so seriously, and although we all want to succeed, a little lighthearted freedom should never be frowned upon. Bike racing makes me smile, and I hope it always does, but more importantly, it is just the bike riding that I love the most.  I always remind myself, although I love the sport, it isn’t everything.  There is so much more to this big world besides bikes, and that makes me smile.  I love the thrill of competition, the physical demands, and the mental requirements, yet I really just love the sense of independence and expression my bike creates.  Each day being able to embrace the great outdoors is a success story for me.  Don’t limit your success by making stipulations and faulty perceptions.  Instead, look for that moment when you aren’t faking that smile that escapes your heart, and is present when you are truly enjoying what you are doing in that moment.  Don’t be afraid to smile.  Just because you are having fun, doesn’t mean you aren’t tough.   Don’t forget to post a success definition via twitter and tag #successproject to help me raise money for CAF! Read this blog on SKLZ website HERE. [...] Read more...
April 23, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet   Families that race together, stay together.  Or something like that.  The first time I did the Sea Otter Classic, I raced with and against my mom.  Talk about tough and inspiring. How does that even work?  Does she apologize after she executes a vicious attack?  Does she make sure I am eating and drinking during the race?  If I have snot on my face, does she ride by and wipe my nose for me?  Does she frown if I have a brief “potty mouth”? Yes to all.   Although my mom is a phenomenal athlete, she is first and foremost my mom, and I don’t think she could shake that even if she tried.  My mom is known for her realistic approach to life that is peppered with just the right amount of pure, infectious dynamism.  I was not necessarily brought up in an environment fueled by competition, but I was taught to take pride in doing my best, staying active, and striving to achieve great things.  That being said, try lining up to a start line with your mom.  She oozed competitive spirit.  She wanted to race her bike and race her bike she did.   Mom always knows best.  Racing against your mom puts you in a slight conflict of interest.  Who wins?  I think the answer is always the both of us.  It is a family affair, after all.   The Sea Otter Classic is one, big family reunion.  Not only do I get to explore the festivities of bike love with my team and parents, I also get to visit all the sponsors and supporters that have become my family over the years I have been racing bikes.  We are like a large, extended family, and have the commonality of bikes, activity, and dedication.  I love my family and my bike family, and at the Sea Otter Classic, these worlds collide.  Welcome, family!   Sea Otter Classic has road racing and does not just revolve around all things dirt.  Who would have thought?  It is actually a 4-day stage race for those of us who ride skinny tires professionally and want to avoid the dirt and poison oak on the trails.  My team was able to secure the overall win, including the final stage win by Jackie Crowell, and I added to this result by winning the time trial on Stage 3, which was 7.8 miles on the technical road race circuit.  After winning the time trial, and getting a big congratulatory hug from my mom, it took me back to my first Sea Otter Classic experience, racing her.  She might not have been racing against me this time, but she was racing with me in spirit and presence.  She knows what it’s like to get out there and challenge yourself and the feeling of a job well done.   This time around, I am glad I didn’t have to race against her because she might have won.  The good thing about your parents is you know that they will love you know matter what.  Win or lose.  Or at least that’s what they tell you.  Since I won this one, I won’t have to question that.  It was a satisfying day to win an event that I love the most, with the people that I love the most.  My family and my bike family.  When is our next reunion?   The final question is who won between me and my mom in my first Sea Otter experience?  I did, of course.  Competitive?  Absolutely.  But she might have let me win.   I recently wrote this post for Cycling Illustrated.  You can see the “orginal” HERE. [...] Read more...
April 19, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet If someone succeeds on a desolate mountaintop, and no one is there to acknowledge it, did it really happen? What if you hear silence instead of applause? What if you don’t even have a witness of your escapade? Did you really succeed? Absolutely. Although recognition is an obvious way to measure success, it is not the only way.  What does success sound like? It can be a victorious roar, a clashing symbol, or bubbling champagne. Success is explosive. Success is monumental. Success is resounding. But success can also be silent. Success can be lonely. Success is a deep exhale. Success is an internal smile. There are many sounds of success, and some that go unheard or unseen. No one may notice your success and you may not hear anything. No one may give you a nod of approval. Yet, that doesn’t mean that it isn’t success, it just means you are the only record holder. It is often said that a true champion happens when no one is looking. It is just you and an open road. It is just you and your goal. A race. A diet. A marathon. A project. A program. Did you succeed? That is only for you to know. But who doesn’t like a little celebration party? Maybe it is my selfish side, but I do like to receive a gold star for my efforts. My coach even phrased it, “just because you worked hard, doesn’t mean you did anything special.” How true is that. We all work hard. We all push towards our goals. Does that make us special? Not necessarily, but it makes us who we are, and I think that is pretty special. Thankfully, my coach knows when I need a gold star and when I just need to continue my path. Don’t be afraid to give others recognition for accomplishing a milestone towards their goals. You know that you want that approval as well. Share the wealth of success, and success continues to breed success. Yet don’t wait for the crowds to cheer, or the award to be given. Success can be a solitary road where no one else resides. It is the path that only you can travel. And sometimes success isn’t found in the result. Success can be having the courage to merely line up on the start line and begin the journey. Within the last two years, I have been slowly recovering through peaks and valleys from a traumatic brain injury (TBI). Although my team and support wanted to see me return to the sport with a dramatic winning entrance, there were times that just starting a race with tears in my eyes should have been equal to any gold medal performance. There were many days you could not see success in my racing or results, but I knew it was there deep inside me, despite my failure to meet expectations. Some of the successes that I hold the closest to my heart are not booming victories. The ones that I protect for no one else to see are the ones that I showed up to a race when everything within me was terrified of a sport I used to love. With shaking legs and a panicking heart, I started the bike race. Success is not always winning. Sometimes it is just showing up. Success can be found when no one is looking, and maybe not even you. You may not realize that was success until years to come. If all else fails, you can always give yourself a round of applause. Success is found within you.     – See more at: SKLZ #SuccessProject  And don’t forget to tag #SuccessProject on Twitter to raise money for CAF!!! It is so easy!  Please join me in the cause. [...] Read more...
April 13, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet It was my birthday last week.  No, this isn’t a ploy to get you to say Happy Birthday to me, but thank you.  I will take it. I must have done something incredible, because I got the privilege of racing my bike on my birthday.  And not just any bike race, a time trial!  It was destined to be wonderful.  Or so I thought.  Then they threw the TT up to Big Bear Lake at the comfortable altitude of 7000ft and I didn’t want to play anymore.  I finished 8th. Altitude and bike race aside, it was my birthday.  I got to be a princess for the day.  I try to be a princess every day, but at least in this moment, it was my excuse to dawn the tiara in reality. And what does a really cool bike racer do on her birthday time trial? 1. Warm up in a tiara.  Why not? 2. Get a fancy new DA from Felt Bicycles.  Happy Birthday to me. 3. Add my gift of yellow roses to a host housing basement situation and bag explosion.  Classy. 4. Get a birthday cake with my name spelled wrong, but it was delicious.  My teammates didn’t have the numbers 2-8, so they used numbers that added up to 28.  I’m 98. Someone call 911. 5. My generous hosts also placed a 12 ft inflatable lawn balloon in our front yard.  Yes, it is my birthday. 6. I did get to spend a moment with some people that I love and doing something I loved.  Now, that is a good birthday.  Thank you for all the birthday wishes, notes, and the surprise visits and gifts!  I am truly blessed. [...] Read more...
April 12, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Guilty by association?  Yes, please!At this moment, I can only hope I am guilty by association. I am in a room full of not only successful athletes, but successful people. We are having a team meeting, and I am with my professional women’s cycling team, Exergy TWENTY16. There is no shortage of extremely successful women and those on the cusp of greatness as I am surrounded by Olympic medals, world champions, mothers, lawyers, doctors, students, and educators, which all seem to supersede the obvious correlated success of just being a professional female athlete. Can’t you just feel the strength, independence, and determination? This is one of those times as you sit there, you can only hope you are in fact guilty by association. By surrounding yourself with extremely successful people, you can challenge your own drive and confidence, and also ensure a healthy dose of humility. You can be bolstered and inspired by their accomplishments, or you can cower under your own expectations and stipulations. As I looked around the room, I thought I could utilize this opportunity to ask some of my teammates, what their own definition of success is to be able to share with the #SuccessProject. That’s what this is all about, right? What does success mean to you. This was a prime chance to try to refine how an Olympic champion and some of my role models view success. Is it confined within their athletic accomplishments, or is it something more? How does a professional athlete (in this case a female professional cyclist) define success? Here are a couple of answers from my teammates… Being you. When my teammate jokingly responded “just being me”, I realized that there was truth to that statement, and if you are confident in who you are, your accomplishments and even your failures, you are successful. Success is just being you. Personal satisfaction. Your successes don’t have to be other people’s successes or expectations, they are only your own. You own them. As long as you have found your personal satisfaction in what you strive to do, and can find pride in your efforts, you have found success. Only you can define this, and only you will know when you reach this. Throwing the first pitch at a Colorado Rockies game. Even professional athletes have heroes and role models, and can be fans of other sports for the pure thrill and simplicity of sport and competition. Personally, I am not a great spectator, but have much respect for all competitors. Picture in Time magazine. External motivators aren’t necessarily a bad thing. You can have a goal to be recognized by the media for your achievements. It may not completely represent success, but it will be a good benchmark that you are making a difference in what you are doing. For instance, I would love to make women’s cycling more recognizable to the masses, and when opportunities are presented and exemplified, or I am able to contribute, I know I am at least moving forward.   Success = Happiness. You will know it when you find it. If you are happy doing what you are doing, you are successful.  It may be graphic design, finance, teaching, or Pilates. Success is found in your approach and the inner joy you find within your purpose. You can’t fake that.   If you learn, it’s successful. Anytime you are given the chance to learn, you are successful. Success is not always found in success. It is found in growth and learning. Don’t take any of these opportunities for granted. Learn from your failures, learn from your successes, and give yourself time to absorb these treasured moments.  Don’t forget to post a success definition via twitter and tag #successproject to help me raise money for CAF! Read this blog on SKLZ website HERE. [...] Read more...
April 6, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet Share your meaning of success to the #successproject and they will donate $1 to the Challenged Althetes Foundation!  #SuccessProject on Twitter (and follow me @AMTetrick!)  You can read the blog on their site HERE, or on my own page! The art of survival may keep you alive; your blood sugar stable, and even develop your aerobic capacity.  Yet, could this very basic human instinct of self-preservation be limiting you in finding your desired success?  Survival is rooted in our core.  It is in our nature.  We are created to survive.  If you question the historical evidence regarding this fact, all you have to do is look in your purse or computer bag. Are you prepared to survive anything life throws you, rain or shine, sugar cravings, new blemish, or a torn stocking?  I am.  I did a quick survey within my handbag to realize all the essentials it contained, “just in case”. Hungry?  Clif Bar.  Feeling sick? EmergenC.  Sunny out? Swimsuit.  Unable to shift on bike? Rear derailleur hanger.  Wheel magnets. Safety pins. Ear plugs.  Travel Voucher.  Bed, Bath, and Beyond coupons.  Allen key.  Earrings. Chain ring bolts.  I have it all.  There is nothing wrong with being prepared.  I just might take it up an obsessive notch or two at times, but preparation is the key to success, right?  Well, yes, but how much does the basic instinct of self-preservation hamper our actual success? How many of you are willing to push yourself in your training and racing just far enough where you can’t predict the outcome.  You don’t know if you are going to dramatically succeed, or drastically fail.  You do not know how your own story will end.  What is stopping you?  Survival?  Why don’t you just take that risk and see how far you can go? When looking at my own patterns, I found my greatest successes in sport and life when I was able to squelch those fears and take that leap.  If I am able to remove the “what if” component out of my mentality, and check my pride with the valet, I am actually able to focus on completing my task at hand—succeeding to the best of my ability.  I have often find myself writing the end of my own story based on my fears, limitations and insecurities, before I even began embarking on the first chapter of a novel towards potential success.  You can practice and visualize all you want of your ultimate successful finale, but in order for that to materialize; you must release yourself from analyzing and rationalizing.  Liberate yourself from the confinements of your own mind and innate sense of self-preservation.  Take risk. I am not talking about taking a corner at a speed faster than your bicycle tires can handle, or shoving yourself in middle of a dangerous situation, I am talking about taking a risk within yourself.  Testing your limits by not worrying about the result.  I think the largest component that is missing in sport is risk taking.  Teammates should be willing to sacrifice for the other members and take risk for an ultimate goal.  You shouldn’t always know the outcome of the event.  There is risk in everything you do, what is holding you back?  Survival?  You have the peanut butter packet stashed in your purse, what else do you need?  A superhero cape?  Pack one.  You will survive, but will you succeed?  You might never know unless you take that risk. As a professional cyclist, risk is part of the business, but I like to take it one step further and make it my trademark.  I don’t want to be afraid of the outcome.  Believe me, I have a healthy dose of respect for the asphalt, but when it comes to my performance, I want to race above my expectations.  Does this always work?  No.  I have finished dead last and defeated.  I have crawled in with caked sweat and my entire body fatigued and cramping, all joined with that aching crushed feeling.  These spiraling emotions are wrenching and consuming.  Yet, I firmly believe it is in those moments of defeat, that I learned what I was capable of, and that the moments of glory were not too far away. If we aren’t willing to take a risk within ourselves and combat that overwhelming urge of survival, who else will be?  Isn’t that competition?  Isn’t that what separates self-preservation from greatness?  I will always be prepared just in case, but I will also continue to challenge myself to throw out the script and go for more than just the typical screenplay.  It turns out it isn’t about survival, but instead it’s about finding success through risking a loss of pride and results.  Merely surviving a race doesn’t yield a win. Find success in your ability to conquer your own limitations, not in expected results. [...] Read more...
March 27, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I am very excited to partner with SKLZ and their #successproject.  What do you define success as?  That was the question that was asked of me, to contribute to the #successproject.  If you want to share what you think success is, or what it means to you,  you can do it HERE or tag it on Twitter with #successproject and for each one contributed, $1 will be donated to the CAF (which is my favorite charity!).  I will be posting blogs for this project throughout the next month, but I also hope you play along and contribute to the site and Twitter to help share success and benefit the Challenged Athletes Foundation (CAF).  This latest blog was posted HERE. My first answer to what I think success is.  A trophy a day! To me, success is measured as a token granted each day, and not the reward of a specific trophy. Even though in order to be successful, you must have a goal that often is represented by a medal of achievement, you still need to look for your own successes every day. Although I am a professional cyclist and considered an accomplished athlete, I have never found satisfaction in standard successes because I always want more.  When looking retrospectively, I discover that the successes that drive me are who I am each day. Early in the morning, we meet our training partners, our friends, our family, our coworkers to meet in a common goal, a personal drive, and a welcoming community. Each day we are a part of a much bigger success story than we can ever imagine. I was recently asked in an interview what was the defining moment in my cycling career where I felt, “this is worth it”. Images of podiums, victory salutes, and gold medals were envisioned by the inquirer. However, I could not pinpoint one moment that encapsulated my reason for my sacrifices and motivation. There was a menagerie of times full of laughter, tears, beauty, and love. Those times make it “worth it” for me, not the trophy at the end of the race. That being said, I would never have those moments in between if it weren’t for my ultimate goal of standard success, trophies, and wins. My goals drive me towards a specific target, but my successes are not always found at the end of the road. My successes are found in the paths that lead to the destination. Racing in Europe lends for the opportunity to get an actual trophy. Not many people do real trophies anymore, yet I think they should. I trained specifically for one of the largest one-day time trials in the world, Chrono des Nations, for six weeks. I was diligent and focused with only this race in my scope of vision. I placed 2nd and was rewarded with a large trophy and plenty of podium kisses. As I stood there, I debated with myself if all the time, travel and effort was worth it. I felt a sense of belonging at the highest level of international competition, and thinking of what obstacles I had to overcome to get there. Yet, I was more proud of those days that I challenged myself to work towards achieving a goal.  I had a trophy in my hand, but I was thinking of those that helped me along the way and my own strengths as well. Of course I kept the trophy as a great reminder of an accomplished goal, but I remember fondly those that enabled me, encouraged me, and believed in me. If it were up to me, I would get a trophy most days. What is success to me? It isn’t always a large trophy. It is cheering on my 81-year-old grandfather as he competes in a bike race. It is going on a long ride with my training partners and friends, revealing a little too much about myself, but knowing it stays in the vault of that ride and friendship. It is watching my teammate achieve a medal in the Olympics, and knowing the sacrifices she made to get there. It is becoming vulnerable enough to communicate your goals and your dreams to the world. It is training even when the weather is cold and wet. It is seeing my family and loved ones at the finish line, even though I didn’t win. It is resting and recovering even when you would rather be pushing your limits. It is believing in yourself long before anyone else believes in you. Success can be found each day. Look for it, embrace it, and keep focused. You need goals to find your ultimate success, but you don’t need to be so fixated on those goals that you miss all the moments in between. Your goals will be realized. You will find success. You could get a trophy a day. [...] Read more...
March 20, 2013Blog / Featured Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet You created a goal, and you accomplished it.  Congratulations. You have now earned your podium spot at the race of your dreams.  This is an actual race, with a real wooden podium, a stack of milk crates or even orchestrated hay bales.  You have been dreaming of this moment, and it is officially a reality. Um.  Now what? It doesn’t matter that there might not be any prize money, and all you get for this achievement is recognition, podium kisses (even though if they are just from your teammate’s mother) or a perhaps a t-shirt.  This is your time to shine. Here are my “Basic Top 12 Podium Rules” to help you capitalize on your best podium performance. The podium is only 3 places.  Gold. Silver. Bronze.  There are no other medals, rare and valuable or not, included in the standard of all sporting podiums, the Olympics.  Steel?  Aluminum?  Double Bronze?  Nope.  Now, I have benefited for the last 3 years at USA Nationals by the coveted 5 podium spots, and I really don’t want you to take that away from me, but let’s be honest, there are only 3 spots.  Sigh.  Aim for those.  I would rather win anyway. Kits are a requirement.  Even if the podium is hours after your race, that just allows more time to primp.  Please don’t stay in your chamois that entire time.  Jeans are never acceptable, and a kit is your uniform, and it is what you should be wearing when on the podium.  This of course looks better if all podium participants are in complete kit as well.  When raising your arms beware of the dreaded stomach/bib ratio.  Only raise your arms high enough where the top of your bibs is not visible.  No bellybuttons. No jeans.  No cargo shorts.  No running tights.  Just kit.  Unless of course you are in specific uniform, think Olympic standard once again. Long sleeve jerseys are encouraged.  A long sleeve jersey gives the best visibility for your sponsors or local team.  I always throw a long sleeve jersey in my bag to have, just in case.  It is good assurance you will have something clean to put on after the race, and it does simply look the best. A podium hat is never a helmet.  Even if you don’t have an official “podium hat” (thank you SRAM for my wonderful red trucker hat) this is a great time to show support to your local bike shop, your favorite charity, or your child’s honor roll.  A hat looks official, covers up your hair, and is an easy transition for the podium.  Your helmet is never to be worn on the podium.  We aren’t practicing “safe” podium attire here. Sunglasses placement.  Your sunglasses can be worn on your hat, but in a way where they don’t cover up the logo on the hat.  Sunglasses aren’t a requirement (unless contractually obligated), but if you want to show off your shades, now is a great time to do it.  **Thank you Oakley for my fun Radar XL’s placed appropriately above the SRAM logoed hat.** Flip flops are discouraged.  Unless your podium shoes are under contract to be sandals, your shoes should either be appropriate sneakers or cleats.  This way you can display those sock and shoe sponsors in all their glory. Wet wipe your face and legs.  Traveling with wet wipes is practical for such a time as this.  You can quickly wipe your face of all chocolate gel residue, salty sweat, and crusty snot, while polishing your legs of road grime and soot.  Blot dry, powder your nose, or whatever beauty regimen you desire, and hop on the podium looking as fresh as a daisy, although you know you are far from being actually clean, no one will be able to tell if they keep their distance.  And believe me, they will keep their distance. Kids, dogs, lovers, and girlfriends.  Did I mention that this is your podium?  Yours.  You earned it.  I know you want to thank all those who have helped you along the way to your moment of glory on top of an upside down box, but this is your time.  You are allowed to bring your child or cat up on the podium only if it was the stage WIN, or the overall GC WIN.  You should not celebrate the overall GC with your child or lover until you have won the entire tour, and even though 2nd and 3rd place is an accomplishment on a stage, there is no +1 allowed unless you are deemed the winner.  And really?  Only your kid.  Not your niece, nephew, brother, neighbor, or mom. Skinsuits never look good.  Podium for a time trial?  Bring a spare kit, just in case.  Skinsuits are made for you to be in the aero position and very fast, but not made for prancing around the podium presentation in a painted on costume.  They aren’t the most flattering, and that’s all I need to say. Don’t make out with the podium girls.  Sure, the podium girls are beautiful and if I am lucky enough, the podium men are attractive too.  They have flawless makeup and make the heels look fantastic, but you have been staring at men (or women) in lycra all day.  Just accept the peck on the cheek, and don’t expect more.  No hugs (remember you aren’t really as clean as you appear), and no lingering (they are getting paid for a peck on the cheek, nothing more).  Be respectful and professional.  They most likely don’t actually want to kiss you or get anywhere near you. Smile, pause, but don’t linger.  Don’t forget to smile and enjoy the moment while pausing for the picture.  Keep your eyes open and make sure you don’t have anything in your teeth.  Take a deep breath and live in the moment.  You deserve it.  Then exit gracefully, don’t be a ham on the stage.  I know you want to relish your moment, but that’s all it is.  A moment.  The memory and picture will last a lifetime on Facebook and in a cached Twitter account somewhere. Think symmetry.  Winner uses both arms. 2nd and 3rd are single armed salutes.  We don’t hold hands or get too close (quick reminder—you probably smell) and we don’t all get to do the big VICTORY “V”.  The winner gets to make the “V” and the 2nd and 3rd place get to put one arm in the air.  It’s symmetrical, and there isn’t room for everyone arms up there in that small space.  Besides, there really only is one winner, and when you win, you can use both arms too.  Of course no one ever gets this completely right. Just be proud of yourself.  You made the podium  Take that time to be proud of yourself.  And know there are more podiums in life, then just the obvious ones that look like an upside down box at a bike race.  Make a life podium.  Life podiums are always worth more.   [...] Read more...
March 12, 2013Blog0SHARESShareTweet I recently wrote for Cycling Illustrated to report on my Madera County Stage Race.   Check it out here! Sometimes putting a little pressure on yourself isn’t such a bad thing.  Complacent bike racing doesn’t make you stronger. But riding with purpose and intent does.   The Madera County Stage Race is going on its 27th year.  Twenty seven years is longer than most of our marriages, and that in itself shows dedication to a great race and a great sport.  They used to give a cowboy hat to the winner of the race, and perhaps that is why I keep coming back, or maybe it is that I favor events with a solid time trial.  Regardless of my motivation, I signed up for the Madera County Stage race to challenge myself against some of the larger regional teams, gain more fitness and experience, and continue to build into the rest of the season.  As if I didn’t put enough pressure on myself to perform, the women definitely came out to race aggressively and competitively.  I really enjoyed the challenge of racing with a mighty field in Madera that was very well represented by the Northern California women’s teams.   I always enjoy racing my bike and taking every opportunity to do so.  During the criterium–which was a mere three hours prior to the time trial–I was able to go for a mid-race time bonus, and keep that solo lead into the finish.  Every time trial matters, and I use each race to continue to build on the base that I am establishing.  All of us can only go as hard as we can on that day, and preparation and pain is key to a successful time trial.  I did win the time trial, but I am always looking to improve my own personal performance.  Every athlete at the time trial in Madera–regardless of category or result–is learning more about her body and getting better just by pushing herself to her maximum level.   You never know what you can accomplish until you try. Keep challenging yourself. Don’t get complacent.   During the road race, the women challenged my every move and raced very hard.  Although I felt like a human punching bag, I was finally able to establish a break going into the last lap.  I attacked with 1k to go and won the road race.  Some people call that a hat trick.  I call it really hard bike racing, no matter how you slice it.   Taking a little bit of a gamble and testing yourself and your fellow competitors doesn’t always get you the win, but it does always make you stronger.  Don’t be afraid to put a little pressure on yourself.  Go for the hat trick.  Go for the break.  Go for the front of the race.   It was a wrap at the 27th Madera County Stage Race, and once again it was run beautifully.  Thank you to all the women who came out to race their bikes, put pressure on me, and get stronger as well.   See you at the next one.  Cowgirl up. [...] Read more...
March 7, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Since I am a professional cyclist, there are many tips of the trade that I can take for granted, yet it can be so beneficial to go back to the basics. Cycling is a beautiful sport that we can participate in to either race or ride our way around the county or the world. I ride my bike countless hours, and this lends for much self-reflection and a genuine appreciation for what I can do. Here are a couple simple tips to get you on your bike and enjoying one of the most beautiful places in Northern California. Cycling has many health benefits and can be used for injury rehab, general fitness, exploration and commuting. Use these tips to open the door, saddle up, and get riding! 1. Wear a helmet. This is a no-brainer unless you want to severely injure your brain. A helmet may not protect you from suffering a concussion but it can save your life. Always ride with a helmet on, no matter how accomplished of a cyclist you think you are. Remember that helmets are usually only good for one crash, and please be cautious of any symptoms that resemble head trauma or a concussion. 2. Drink a bottle an hour. Even though the heat of summer is not upon us yet, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be hydrating on your bike. Aim to consume at least one bottle per hour to ensure you are staying hydrated and keeping fluids in your body. Try to put some electrolytes in your bottles to give yourself the added nutrients to push yourself even further. 3. Be prepared. Oh, the places we can go on our bicycles, and the different weather, conditions and hazards we may face. Make sure your bike is in working condition before you go conquer the world. Have a spare set of tubes, valve extenders, pumps and a multi-tool for those mechanical issues, and bring enough food just in case you decide to ride longer. Check the weather and know what is in store for your day. Plan your route, but be ready to go capture the day, just be prepared for what’s in store. 4. Wiggle your toes. If you just check in with your extremities every once in awhile, it will cause you to relax. We carry a lot of tension in our fingers and toes and this can result in cramping or fatigue. Wiggle your toes, play the piano with your fingers, and stay relaxed on your bike. The more relaxed you are, the more you can absorb the road and the obstacles you face. 5. Hold your line. It sounds simple, but it is more difficult to ride in a straight line than you realize. Practice riding on the white line and getting your water bottle out while maintaining your course. Look left and right while staying straight. This makes you a safer and more predictable rider to other cyclists and cars. 6. Challenge yourself. You never know what you are capable of unless you try. Challenge yourself on each ride to do something better or to push yourself further. Use others to motivate you to challenge yourself. Cycling is a great sport since you can participate with an entire community and continue to exceed your expectations. Beat your friend up Wildcat Canyon. Sprint into town. Or just chat over coffee. Cycling is a great community sport. 7. Vision broad, focus narrow. Keep your peripheral vision in line as you are completely aware of your surroundings, but look where you want to go. Focus on the exit of the corner. If you look where you don’t want to go, that’s where you will end up. 8. Recovery. To get the most benefit from your training, try to begin your recovery time within 30 minutes of getting off a long day on the bike. Drink some chocolate milk or eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to refuel the muscle glycogen and get you ready for your next day of riding. 9. Be respectful. We are all a part of a great team. We are cyclists and we are friends. Be respectful of each other and motorists. We are all on the same roads and need to share them. Be a good example for all cyclists. 10. Enjoy. Smile. There is nothing more freeing than riding your bicycle. It makes you laugh, smile and remember the simplicity of life. Enjoy the ride and don’t forget to smile. We are so lucky to be able to ride around Shasta County and enjoy the beautiful scenery. Enjoy what your body can do, and take a moment to look around you.   These tips were published in the Redding Recordsearchlight today, with the correspondence I had with Jon Grabeal.  You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.  I was very excited to be able to contribute to my hometown newspaper! Thanks for asking, Jon! [...] Read more...
March 5, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I wrote this excerpt for Cycling Illustrated HERE. Timing is everything.  That is so true, especially when competing in a timed stage race.  Suddenly, the world revolves around time, as if it didn’t before. Speaking of time, this is the time of year that our race bags become meticulously packed again and we begin spending more time than we ever thought possible in the Central Valley.  The almond blossoms are blooming, the grass is turning green, and the bike racing is hot on the rolling country roads of Merced.  Throw in an air mattress and some compost piles, and it doesn’t get any better than this.  The good thing about early season racing is that you can remind yourself of all the items that should be habitual in your preparation, and also a great reminder to your legs what they are supposed to be trained for this.  It’s bike racing time!  Are you ready? Doesn’t matter.  It’s time. The overall winner of a stage race is the rider with the lowest accumulation of time to complete the event.  That involves some very simple math.  The faster you go, the less time it takes you to cover the distance.   Then you add another very obvious factor: teammates. You can count on each other to fill in the gaps for these timed events, and you don’t have to do it all.  The 2013 Merco Cycling Classic was well represented by most of the US women’s professional cycling teams, and the race was dictated by team control, aggressive racing, smart tactics, and sharp calculation of time.  Each stage consisted of a significant breakaway surviving the day, which was all dependent on the selection of the break and what the teams were willing to do in order to control the increasing time.  Yes, a time trial is also a break.  You are in a solo break and you better ride fast in order to win.  That is your time to shine. Riding for Exergy TWENTY16 is a great opportunity because of the varied levels that our team supports.  We have juniors, developmental riders, and Olympians.  We can all learn from each other.  On the first day, we had a rider in the break and we were able to plan accordingly for the following days of racing.  The time trial is that moment of truth where time seems to stand still.  Although I was 3rd for the day, I will always be training and searching for a faster time through hard work and dedication.  However, I did learn that if someone captures your pain face during the time trial, no matter how remote the course, you will get tagged on Facebook in a matter of hours.  The better the pain face, the more likes you will receive, and the faster your time trial will hopefully have been.  At least it was a successful breakaway! The criterium was also controlled by a break with another one of my teammates present.  When we support each other, we can share the load as we looked at each stage as another chance for the podium and our team.  We didn’t select one teammate, we just rode as a team.  It was pure, simple, and fun. Timing really is everything.  In the last stage, I was in a break that was flirting with being dissolved by the approaching peloton. After launching some last minute efforts to keep the momentum going, it was only one other rider and I going into the last kilometers of the race with a quickly chasing field.  Over each crest of the rollers, you could see your impending doom behind you.  There was no time to play games, there was only time to drive the pace into the finish.  Did we survive? Barely. Did I win? Unfortunately, I had to take a hard fought 2nd place for the day.  We will win it next time, but timing really is everything. I love the Merco Cycling Classic, and I especially love when they give the professional women the opportunity to race four challenging stages in the heart of California.  I will forever be inspired by Davis Phinney for personally leading by example and donating personal funding into the race to exemplify the importance of equality in women’s cycling.   An amazing man and a very touching gesture.  My sincerest gratitude to those who pushed for the women’s stage race to occur and make this entire week possible; and to my team for their continual support of us as riders and people. [...] Read more...
February 25, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Freeplay Magazine recently asked me to write about one of my experiences of racing in Europe…  Although my memory was flooded with many races competed in, people met, and strange food consumed, I tried to capture what I love about racing in Europe. It is the embrace.  Read the blurb below, or go to their site HERE! I love working with them.  They showcase female endurance athletes, and do a great job. “Bonjour, je m’appelle Alison. Je suis un cycliste professionnel pour les Etats-Unis.” Then it happened. The embrace. The inn keeper greeted me with two massive kisses as he rattled off his excitement for hosting me at his hotel for the Chrono des Nations, considered the largest one day time trial in the world. The French chatter continued as I nodded and smiled, and racked my brain for those four years of French I took in high school. There was something very tangible that lingered in the air amidst the fluid French language, the smell of a fresh baguette, and the comforting musty warmth of a 400 year old building. It was the embrace. I will never forget the embrace. Maybe French is a nostalgic language, but there was something more to it within the walls of this modest hotel. It was the encompassing embrace. In France, cycling is viewed with a sort of reverence that is usually reserved for religion, and as a cyclist, I was now a part of this sacred sport. Even though my host did not pedal a “velo”, he adored the sport and could quote how many times the Tour de France had started within 100k of his hotel and the winner of each stage. Racing in Europe is historic in itself, and as my tires hit the cobblestone for this famed time trial, I knew many riders had traveled this path before, but now I was a part of this history as well. Throughout the week leading up to the event, I become well acquainted with the family, and they were constantly watching my every move. Did I put butter on my bread? Would I ride in the rain? How do I drink so much “café”? Yet, each morning it was the same two questions. “Avez-vous bien dormi?” (Did you sleep well) And my ever favorite, “Allez-vous gagner le dimanche” (Are you going to win on Sunday?) Of course I slept well, and of course I would win, or at least try my best. They embraced my goal, they embraced my sport, and set to buy sports cards and they also embraced each day. This trip to France was one big embrace of mixing history and culture with the finest time trial equipment you have ever seen. The race course passed immediately by the hotel, and as I flew past, I could see the family and all their friends screaming at the top of their lungs “Allez, Alison, Allez!”. Although I had to stifle a small smile and regain focus, it was yet another embrace that gave me that extra motivation to dig a little bit more. Even though I didn’t “gagner” like I was reminded of every morning, I did place second, and had to have a sense of pride knowing that I had surmounted the challenges of racing internationally and embraced the beauty of the culture and the sport in one of its purest forms, the time trial. I can still see them, placing my picture behind their bar at the restaurant, and telling their guests that I slept well at their hotel, and I will “gagner” next year, if they have anything to do with it. Racing in France reminds me of how much I love the history and beauty of cycling, the love for the sport is rooted deeply with the culture of Europe. Racing internationally presents enough pressure and obstacles, and receiving that welcoming support is irreplaceable. I will never forget that embrace. Embrace cycling. Embrace guests. Embrace life. [...] Read more...
February 22, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I am not a fan of race reports, but was recently asked to write a little blurb on Cycling Illustrated about my race at VOS.  You can read it here, or check it out on the site! Check out the article HERE. When you hear “Valley of the Sun” in February, it sounds like an excellent escape from the grey drizzle and crisp mornings of the inevitable early spring of Northern California.  Did you say sun?  Sign me up!  It didn’t take much motivation for me to begin packing a bag full of short sleeve jerseys, sunblock, and skipping the knee warmers while planning a quick migration to Phoenix for some bike racing in the sun.  The resulting tan lines and a few wins were merely a couple of the positives of this race. The Valley of the Sun stage race (VOS) has historically been used for early season tuning up of race equipment, and dialing in the fitness for a productive year. I sure hope this is the beginning of a great 2013. VOS consists of three stages and it combines a true time trial, a challenging road race, and an entertaining criterium.  Although the sun was expected to thaw the race legs out of their winter habitat, the desert winds proved to be the most challenging aspect of the race.  As for the sun, well, it was welcomed in full force. The beauty of a time trial is that you do not have to worry about your competition, you only have to ride your race.  You can begin the race as prepared as you can possibly be, ride your bicycle as fast as you possibly can, listen to your body closely, and your result simply is that, the result.  It is the real truth on the bicycle.  That’s why I love time trials.  We can compound all of the complexities of the equipment and data, but as you roll down the start ramp, it is just speed, power, toughness, and truth.   Oh, I love the time trial.  Nothing can test you better than that simple, pure race.   I used this opportunity to not only slip into the leader’s jersey, but to also begin training the event that captures my heart, learning about my limitations, and myself.  A time trial is all about discovering your capabilities. The road race may not look as challenging in the technical guide.  However, as the desert winds howled through the canyons, it was difficult just to ride, never mind race, in those conditions.  The wind, sun, and distance whittled down each field to measure the true grit of the participants.  If you don’t know the proper way to form an echelon, a hot sweeping wind to either side will teach you really quickly or spit you out the back. After a tough day of racing, I secured a time bonus QOM padding and entered the final stage still retaining the jersey.  Nothing makes you appreciate a team more than riding a race to defend a jersey by yourself.  After following countless attacks in the criterium, I was wishing for the comfort of my teammates, but racing always makes your stronger and I can’t complain.  I love to race my bike, and I am so fortunate to be able to do so.  I believe we should take every racing opportunity to learn and grow as a cyclist and as a competitor.  I used the confidence of the jersey and a little bit of a gamble to secure the win in the criterium–in a sprint nonetheless–and the general classification of VOS.  The truth is, I was most excited to be able to race my bike.  Don’t be afraid to take chances, to race, to test yourself, and use each opportunity. I recently talked to the Davis Bicycle Club Racing Junior team, and I had told them that the race is always up the road, and to not be afraid to race.  It doesn’t matter if you are in the lead, or not in contention, the race is always in front of you and you are there to race.  That being said, they also asked me if I got to keep the jerseys I won. Absolutely.  Now, you can bet you will see one of these juniors with my new VOS winner’s jersey.  This one is for them.  I am so happy to have won the 2013 Valley of the Sun Stage Race.  Thank you to all who volunteered and made this race happen. [...] Read more...
February 7, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I find the more I care about the goal, the closer I keep it to my heart.  The less I want to let it out of my grasp and control.  The more I want to savor it, protect it, and foster it.  But is this the true limiter for accomplishing what you set out to do?  Are you guarding yourself from your own dreams? With great love, comes a potential for great loss.  And a mission for tremendous success can lead you down a path destined for incredible tragedy.  When we are on the brink of greatness, our every sense is heightened and we feel more purely.  What can be truly satisfying, can also be completely devastating.  When caring deeply, vulnerability surfaces and that evokes fear and questioning.  How do we fight this tendency?  With our own individual weapons of confidence, planning, and accountability. When setting a goal, how do you approach it? Do you advance with precise caution, anxious trepidation, and a carefully executed defense mechanism?  Or do you brashly state your goal, brandish your intention, and make the leap like it was the first time you ever fell in love? You can be fearless. Think about your goal.  Be realistic of the challenge.  Know your limits, and then exceed them.  Take a jump into the unknown.  Blaze a new trail.  Be courageous.  Set out to conquer that goal with crystal vision and laser focus.  Hold that dream as near to you as possible and guard it, until the right moment,  then release it, and soar.  If you fall, you have already exceeded any of your expectations and you have accomplished much more. Does greatness come with vulnerability? Possibly.  I am beginning to think so. What is my goal?  I am not ready to express it yet, but when the time is right, I will set it free. [...] Read more...
February 4, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Kids say the darndest things. I recently spoke at the Davis Bike Club team camp in Bodega Bay, and although I was very prepared for my presentation, I suddenly become nervous when I saw the multitudes of junior cyclists proudly marching into the room all with matching flannel Davis Bike Club pajamas on.  Either they were ready to fall asleep in my presentation, or they ready for a slumber party.  My team doesn’t get matching jammies!  I was envious at the bright colors and camaraderie it brought. Would I be able to connect with them?  They were a well knit team and some of the best behaved kids I have ever interacted with, and I quickly added some fun trivia and prizes to keep them interested.  (My apologies to the parents for sending home your children with energy gels…but…) One of my main topics for the evening (besides stay in school, get an education) was the imperative necessity of a helmet while riding, yet even if you are wearing your “armor” you can still be susceptible to brain injuries and concussions.  We may ride like superheroes on our bikes, but that doesn’t mean we are invincible.  This was a heavy topic and of course delved into some intimate details of my own personal struggles.  I guess you had to be there to hear my talk, because then it became a little lighter as I shared some of my personal triumphs and humbling lessons learned in bike racing and life. The nursery in stafford has some very smart younger tots. As we entered the question and answer period, one small child asked… “After you hit your head did your parents tell you that you weren’t ok?” I responded, “Yes, but I didn’t want to listen to them”. He shockingly asked, “But didn’t you remember that you were their daughter!?”. My parents would be so proud.  He couldn’t contemplate not listening to your parents and abiding by their rules and advice.  And yes, I am very glad I FINALLY listened to my parents and sought the help that was required. I had shared with the group of the incredible inspiration of my Grandfather. One girls asked, “Do you get to bring your Grampy with you when you go to Europe!?” I chuckled, “Unfortunately no, Grampy has to stay home, but his inspiration is always with me.” This was followed by, “Have you everywon a King of the Mountains jersey?” I said, “Yes, but we call it a QUEEN of the Mountains.” She responded, “Well, when you win jerseys, do you get to keep them?” “Yup. We get to keep them all!” She quickly said, “Cool. I want one.” It was a beautiful evening with the adults and the juniors.  And as a departing gift, the DBC presented me with special Davis Bike Club jammies that matched the kids.  I hear Steven Cozza got a pair the following night, but I wonder if he was as excited as I was… I felt so fortunate to spend the time with a great group of people, enjoy the slumber party in my new PJ’s, and impart some wisdom on bike racing, inspiration, and brains.  It is about time I share my story. [...] Read more...
January 29, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I wear a lot of cycling kits.  A lot.  That’s what happens when you you ride your bike…a lot. Yet, yesterday, I got to take an adventure to a top secret location to do some shoots with a dear friend of mine, who also races bikes.  And there was no cycling kits involved. Eric Stampfli, my photographer extraordinaire races hand-cycles across the country at races such as the Tour de Nez and Redlands.  Yeah, try getting a draft off of that! Phenomenal athlete and an incredible motivation, not to mention a great photographer. Here are a couple of sneak peaks from the day.     Thank you to Eric for making an incredible day and I am sure we will have more to show you later.  This is only the begins.     Eric Stampfli has the copyrights to this photos. [...] Read more...
January 21, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Truth be told that what happens at track camp should stay  at track camp. I recently returned from a 10 day USA Cycling Women’s Team Pursuit Track Camp in Carson, California at the VELO Sports Center.  Yes, 10 days.  I hear that 10 days of repetitive riding on the track is illegal in most countries, however considering that the USA achieved a silver medal(s) in the 2012 Olympics in the women’s team pursuit, we are allowed to have a 10 day track camp.  That’s what makes you the best in the world, or at least pretty darn close. It was an incredible honor to be able to learn the basics of the women’s team pursuit, and of course get humbled by the complex nuances that a wooden 250m track entails.  Lauren Tamayo, a teammate of mine, and one of the silver medalists, joined USA Cycling’s coaches, Ben Sharp and Neal Henderson, in our track endeavors.  It was 10 days full of hard work, left turns, and aero bars. 21 women participated in the camp from national developmental level to international elite status, and it only exemplified that women’s cycling is growing and thriving in the US.  One thing I love about the track is the true scientific nature of the event.  Everything can be broken down into speed, cadence, watts, and aerodynamics.  It is an equal playing surface and conditions.  If you like analysis, Dartfish, and spreadsheets, this is the event for you. The women’s team pursuit will be in the 2016 Olympics in Rio. Facts: 4k long 4 riders Finishing time will be taken from the 3rd rider. We have 3.5 years to go, and USAC has a mission to bring home more medals from this event. My Top 13 “Rules of the Track” Keep pedaling.  No really, keep pedaling.  Your bike will continue pedaling with or without you on board. Keep pedaling fast.  There is a speed minimum required on tracks of certain steepness, and in fear of slipping off the 45 degree embankments of the ADT Center, the solution is just to simply keep pedaling fast, and learning how to spin that gear. Don’t spit or blow snot on the track.  What are you supposed to do with it? Apparently that’s what sleeves are for? Who knows. Be predictable.  The beauty of the track is everyone is on a fixed gear, and no one has brakes.  Be predictable with your lines, and everything will run smoothly. Breathe.  That helps. Learn how to change chain rings, cogs, and such using wrenches, chain whips and other complicated looking tools.  Or buy the mechanic beer. Stick the black line.  The closer you are to the black line, the less distance you have to travel around the track. Turn left.  You only take left turns on the track.  Just saying. Pedal through the turns.  Enjoy the roller coaster as your speed increases through the corners, but pedal through them to keep the speed up, enjoy the ride, and keep your power more consistent. Cadence, cadence, cadence.  I don’t want to talk about it. Pounce. Be a cat. Pounce on your bike. Try to smile through the pain.  The track is painful, humbling, and hard.  But it is a new challenge I highly recommend! Don’t take track advice from me.  I take advice from other people! [...] Read more...
January 5, 2013Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Merry Christmas.  Happy Christmas. I know I am a little bit late wishing the very warmest holidays to you and your family, but that is a good sign that I was fully immersed in the perfect Christmas cheer involving a gingerbread house, Christmas tree and wreath, puffy paint Christmas stockings, festive music, Christmas manicure, flawlessly wrapped presents and a spice pot.  Yes.  A spice pot. It was the more memorable Christmases I have had in quite some time, maybe because I can remember things again, or maybe because it was a great group of family and friends celebrating the things that matter.  I was a scrooge no more. Speaking of friends I was also able to celebrate the 70th birthday of a very dear friend.  We celebrating by running 2 hours in Bolinas among the redwoods.  This man is a true gentleman and lives with integrity and truth.  One can only hope to live a life full of health, love, and intelligence that he has. Happy New Year. Happy Happy New Year.  Goodbye 2012.  Welcome 2013. New Years was spent with sparkles, family, bikes, and friends. Thank you to all that made it worth it. Here is to a great year.  Behold, all things are new. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. [...] Read more...
December 16, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I recently wrote a little year wrap-up for Freeplay Magazine…. And a special thanks to my grandfather, “Grampy”, for being one of those inspirational moments that made my year. Read it HERE.  (My excerpt is page 8-9) [...] Read more...
December 11, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Just in case you are looking for the perfect stocking stuffer…. I might know a person or two at RoadID! If you want, use this discount code for 15% off! Code: pcAT2012 http://bit.ly/YP1gqE [...] Read more...
December 11, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Ok, so now you want to learn on your bike, but you thought it was supposed to be full of joy and simple?  What exactly are you supposed to learn? Ride in a straight line.  It may sound simple, but it is harder than you think.  The white line is a great measure of straightness and control. Ride in a straight line while grabbing your water bottle, while adjusting your glasses, while talking to your best friend, and while singing along to your favorite tune. Spend a day looking through each corner at the exit.  Always look where you are going, not where you don’t want to go.  Look ahead. Wiggle your toes.  Keep your feet relaxed. Keep your cadence above 90rpm for as long as you can. Relax your upper body and don’t carry your stress in your shoulders.  You are the epitome of loose. Ride with no hands.  Ride with no hands while removing an article of clothing. Victory salute.  You think Sagan pulled the running man out of his pocket without ever trying it? Yeah right.  Just get ready for my Lady GaGa salute I have been working on. Follow the wheel in front of you.  Closer.  Even closer. And closer yet. Kiss while riding.  No really, it can be done.  Not that I would know… [...] Read more...
December 3, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Never stop learning. I went on ride the other day with a very promising and talented cyclist.  She has so much skill and power packaged up, she has no idea.  I was giving her a quick explanation on a couple of things she could work on to capitalize on her potential as a road cyclist and build on her mountain bike and cross background. One of the valuable lessons that I have learned over the years, is to never stop learning.  Each ride I go on, I like return home with a new nugget of knowledge. Of course I am always learning something about myself on every ride, and can tend to get quite introspective while on the bike.  There is something about the rhythm and melody of riding a bicycle that capture the most analytical thoughts and summon innovation from deep within your soul.  Only if I could capture every thought!  Yet, some of those thoughts are meant to be left on the open road. Similarly, I always notice something I haven’t seen before even while on familiar routes, such as the way the early morning sun reflects off of the dew on an old barn, or a redtail hawk perusing his potential prey.  Each time you ride, it is a new day and  you have the opportunity to have a fresh perspective on life. All of that aside, I also set an intent to learn something each time I am on my bicycle.  It can be trying to ride the white line for as long as I can without wavering, or practicing new victory salutes, or taking a corner at a little higher speed and fluidity.  Learning something about your capabilities, summiting a mountain, or tackling a descent.  It can be relaxing my face, and engaging my core, and pedaling lightly and smoothly.  I never want to stop learning.  Bike riding may be simple, but there is so much to learn about this simplicity.  The more you practice, the more efficient you are at doing what you love. Learning lessons easily transitions into each bike race as well.  The more you race, the more you take risks, and of course the more you fail, but also the more you learn.  We do not learn as much from winning as we do from losing.  Don’t be afraid of the results, and question your own parameters.  Be aware and think about not only your tactics, but others’ as well.  You aren’t just filling up a category, you are interactive in the race and learning.  It is like high speed chess.   Don’t just leave the race with freshly filed fitness, but take that little piece of knowledge. Never stop learning.  Ride with intention, but don’t forget to enjoy each moment. [...] Read more...
November 28, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet We are all guilty of it. We get entrenched in the monotony of the bike.  We get to our group rides, we pedal, we suffer, we blow snot, we stare at the wheel in front of us, we tough it out, we train.  I love the grit and the romance.  It has almost a cathartic rhythm to it all. I love the predictable nature my training lends me.  I love my roads, I love my potholes, and I love my routine.  I clip in, I ride, I get stronger, I clip out.   Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the morning bun and cappuccino as much as the next person, and there is nothing as stunning as the views here in Sonoma County, but I also like the grit.  Grit, views, and a pastry along with good company.  Perfect combination. What about the joy? Not that sense of elation from clocking an interval, or the endorphin high post group ride.  Not that sense of relief for cresting a mountain, or finishing your ride.  That absolute sense of simple giggles, happiness, and child like grin that your bike brings you.  That smile.  The smile that flows from your face to your very being. I ride on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.  Do you know what my favorite days are?  Saturdays and Sundays.  When the weekend warriors are out in full force.  When you see more bikes than cars.  When you hear “hellos” from people that don’t shave their legs, have any kind of bike with bells and whistles, and a neon yellow jacket.  And then you see it.  You see that smile.  That pure smile that only means one thing.  Utter joy.  You can’t help but giggle.  You can’t help but love every second of it.  it doesn’t matter if you are turning squares or circles.  It doesn’t matter if you are riding for 12 miles or 100 miles.  You are on your bike, and you are happy.  You are overjoyed.  You are free again.  You are a child again.  You are grinning ear to ear.  There isn’t grit, there is just happiness.  I like that joy.  I like Saturdays and Sundays because I see people on their bikes just happy to be out there.  It reminds me how fortunate I am all the other days of the week.  Yes, I am guilty of forgetting this simple joy from time to time.  I love the reminder. The truth will set you free, but so will the bike.   [...] Read more...
October 30, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet What does fluff, lobster, Gritty’s, Grey’s Anatomy, and Exergy Development Group have in common? Quite simple.  The Dempsey Challenge!  The greatest charity ride with Patrick Dempsey, and yes, he is just as good looking in person, all in support of the Patrick Dempsey Center for Cancer Hope and Healing. Yes, the Dempsey Challenge was a few weeks ago, and it could be considered “old news”, but I was so incredibly touched by this entire experience, I simply must share it.  I left directly from Maine to France for a season capper at Chrono des Nations, and now I have the time to ponder my weekend in Maine.  Taking place in the cities of Lewiston and ?! in Maine, this entire weekend was where egos were strangely absent and the entire purpose was to raise money for an incredible program that provides cancer support at no cost for its patients.  It is a center known for big hugs, lots of love, and a completely open heart. I was able to be one of the pro riders to support Patrick in his fundraising efforts, and also represent Exergy Development Group, who was a pivotal sponsor of this event.  I landed in Portland, Maine and was driven directly to the press conference.  Of course the first question I was asked was what I thought of Maine.  After being there for 45 minutes, I already knew that Maine had found a special place within my heart.  Maine is what life should be.  It is a vacationland, but it is a state full of adventure and purity.  It is the perfect location for this center, and the perfect host for the fundraiser. In Maine I learned… What fluff is, and was able to enjoy a fluffernutter sandwich.  I will never be the same.  Thanks to Ted King for the introduction! Gritty’s is an amazing pub that not only supports cycling, but also the Dempsey Center! Lobster is in every meal, and that is the way life should be. Some people have houses that are only accessible by boat. Weird. Hard to do a bike ride out of your front door… Locals refer to the lobster as “bugs” and cook them alive.  Don’t think about it, just enjoy. No one has to ride alone, no one has to fight cancer alone.  Incredible article written by Bicycling Magazine editor, Leah, that captures that day. Thank you to those that shared this event with me, the new friends I met, and the inspiration I received.  Upon departing, I knew I would be back, but also a part of me would never leave.  See you next year at the Dempsey Challenge! [...] Read more...
October 23, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 Sometimes great distances must be travelled to accomplish small feats.  How far would you travel to race your bike for 20.87 km?  I travelled exactly 4973 miles.  One way.  Why?  Simple.  Chrono des Nations.  Chrono des Nations, celebrating its 30th year anniversary, is one of the largest one day UCI time trials in the world that signifies the end of the European racing season.  How could I turn down this?  After spending the last two years trying to conquer the concussions and the elusive side effects, I needed to give one last effort in 2012.  Looking to the future. So, I packed my bags and headed to France via Maine for the Dempsey Challenge, before landing in Nantes for the transfer to Les Herbiers, a small town in western France.  Oh the places I have traveled to race my bike, but this was quite the distance.  Quite the distance for a small feat, but it was an accomplishment nonetheless. Les Herbiers (Hair-be-ay) smells quite a bit like Petaluma.  It is known for its aromatic dairies and cheeses, it proximity to the famed Loire region for great rose wines, a medieval inspired theme park, and its love of cycling.  Les Herbiers actually was the finish for Stage 1 of 2011 TdF, and for the last 30 years has hosted the largest invitational international time trial in the world.  Cycling is ingrained within the cobbles and concrete of their streets and rolling hills of their countryside.  The Fete du Chrono was a week long and full of festivities for the entire community.  I have always loved France, and it was time to take another crash course in my French speaking.  Sometimes I wish my high school French teacher would just travel with me to ensure I wasn’t going to eat fromage de tete in a low blood sugar jet lag moment.  I finished the race in 2nd place to Amber Neben (USA) in the Femmes Elite.  Although winning is always preferable, I am content I was at this race for the experience and the small success.  Taylor Phinney was the other American represented and placed 3rd in the Hommes Elite category, although he was up against his rival Tony Martin, I am sure he wanted more as well.  It was an incredible race to attend, and I would be happy to come back. I did travel great distances to get there, but I will take that small feat of satisfaction with me forever.  Sometimes we do have to travel so far for so little, but that’s when we know it matters. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 [...] Read more...
October 1, 2012Blog0SHARESShareTweet How do you win a bike race? This seems to be quite a simple question for quite a complex answer.  If it was that simple, everyone would be able to do it, right?  I will not claim to know the art of winning, but I have won a race or two in my career.  That being said, I have also lost far more than I have won, yet through each loss, I continue to learn.  Learn from my mistakes, and start winning more.  Or, it may be more fun to make your own mistakes along the way.  Something about feeling the burn of a loss makes you never forget.  If you were always winning, you wouldn’t learn.  But since I like to win, I try to limit the losing and maximize the winning.  Don’t we all? So, how exactly do you win a bike race? Be realistic.  There is nothing I hate more than someone telling me to be “realistic” with my goals.  If I want to shoot for the moon, then I will shoot for the moon.  If I fail, at least I had a lofty goal.  If I succeed, I will take pride in that fact and then look for the next unconquerable goal that you tell me that I can achieve.  Yet, realism does seem to be a handy tool to have at your disposal.  Know what you are capable of.  Know what your competition is capable of.  Aim for higher than you could ever imagine, but give yourself a place to land if you fall short.  There is no failure if you are giving it your best effort and you made an attainable goal.  Your performance should not be measured by your result, but by the realistic assessment of your performance.  Yet sometimes, throw realism to the wind and race outside of your mind.  Surprise everyone, but mostly importantly, surprise yourself. Don’t be afraid to lose.  In order to win, you have to be willing to lose it all.  You have to take a gamble.  You have to call your opponent’s bluff.  You have to call your own bluff.  You have to attack too soon.  You have to take a flyer.  You have to be willing to finish dead last just in case you can finish first.  You have to put your head down and leave nothing in the tank.  You have to solo 100k. This is your move, and you will live and die by it.  You will either win spectacularly or you will lose epically.  Show no fear.  Only show raw determination and calculated resolve.  Take risk.  Do not be afraid to lose. Don’t take risk. I am not very good at this, but I am told in order to win races you must be smart as well.  You must conserve your energy.  Take no risks.  Wait for that moment to deliver the check-mate move.  Be calm and collected and wait.  Don’t take risk until it is time.  Then win.  Be smart. Know yourself. Imagine yourself as a superhero.  You have your strengths and weaknesses.  You know your kryptonite, and you know your super powers.  Protect your weaknesses, and capitalize on your strengths.  Know how you can win the race.  If you aren’t a sprinter, then why try to get top 15 in a sprint finish?  Is it satisfying to be pack fodder?  Protect your inner superhero and use that jet propulsion power when you need it.  Know yourself. Know someone else.  You have heard the term that it is helpful knowing people in high places?  The same thing occurs in bike racing, work, and life.  If you have friends in the peloton, it helps.  If you are always respectful of your opponents and purely race your bike, you will have friends to back you.  You will have people that are eager to work with you because you are fair, you are motivated, you are strong, and you are determined.  Respect your fellow racers, even if it is looking for a parking spot before the race, or staging for a crowded crit.  Race your bike hard.  Enjoy the sport for the camaraderie, the competition, and the RACE.  What goes around comes around.  You will win some, they will win some, but at the end of the day, you are friends with a common passion and love for the sport of cycling. Practice your salute.  Practice winning.  I have several victory salutes I would like to do.  I practice them.  I imagine myself crossing the line with plenty of room for a victorious salute.  These are in my arsenal for that moment of the perfect win.  These victory salutes are secret for the time being.  Lady GaGa? Visualize your win.  Visualize the defeat in your competition.  Visualize your burning legs and that finish line that is approaching in slow motion.  Visualize doing the best victory salute across the line.  Practice your salute, then when it happens, you have been there before. Win. Sometimes it really is that simple.  Be the first across the line with the fastest time, and you will win.  It is just that simple. [...] Read more...
September 12, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet What do you see when you hear the phrase, “future of cycling”.  Some of you may see a giggling toddler on a tricycle, and other’s may see a competitive junior cyclist on a frame that is slightly too big.  What do I see?  I see this. An 81 year old man.  Healthy.  Fit.  Not only riding his bike, but racing his bike!  Racing his bike against fellow competitors his age.  He is winning a National Championship road race that climbs over 4000 feet in 64k.  He is racing a criterium for an hour.  He is doing a time trial.  He is sharp.  He is calculated.  He has an opportunity.  This is the future.  Who wouldn’t want to do this?  Who wouldn’t wish that they could scale mountains at this age?  Who wouldn’t want to still feel that adrenaline rush of competiting, of challenge, and of success at this age?  This is the future.  How do we get there?  We keep riding our bikes.  We keep supporting our events through USA Cycling through NCNCA through the Levi’s Gran Fondo through our training and our bike commute to work.  We just ride our bikes.  We race our bikes.  We stay fit and healthy, and our future looks bright. Yes, this future may be exemplified by my 81 year old grandfather, Paul Tetrick, but it still can be your future.  It still can be our future.  Feeling inspired yet?  I am. Don’t discount your future in the sport.  It isn’t only found in the young.  It is found in everyone. Did I make Tshirts to go support my Grandpa at USA Cycling Master’s Nationals?  Absolutely.  Team Tetrick.   Did this embarrass him?  Yes.  But was it worth it?  Absolutely.  It isn’t everyday you can cheer your grandfather to his 17th National Title, and meet his training partners and friends.  They are the future of cycling. Thank you to the people who cheered so loud for my Grampy, they made him blush, and for those who randomly walked up to him, and those who sent notes on FB/Twitter of encouragement.  It was amazing! Thanks to all who volunteered, announced (Dave Towle), cheered (Granny), and put on the event (USA Cycling) for making each athlete feel like the future and the champion that they are. [...] Read more...
August 30, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet What was I doing on the podium in Colorado? Was I a podium girl?  No.  I will call it a presenter.  I was able to work with the USA Pro Cycling Challenge for Exergy Development Group.  One of my jobs entailed presenting the leader’s jersey. Believe me, I prefer to be 0n the podium for winning bike races…but…this isn’t so bad, is it? My days included riding most of the courses with the Carmichael Training System group, and then quickly transitioning to the hospitality tent and then on to the podium.  Yes, I may or may not have forgotten to take off my heartrate monitor strap a couple of times.  Oh, and may or may not have left my podium at the bottom of Flagstaff after riding the ENTIRE stage, had to ride down AGAIN to get my podium attire!  Colorado really came out and showed what we all love about bike racing, and really showcased their beautiful state.  It was an incredible race that I was very proud to be a part of throughout the week.  Do I wish there was a women’s race?  Absolutely.  We had a crit in Aspen, but I wanted so much more!  You should have seen the TT course!  It was perfect! Women’s race?  Yes, please…even though I hate altitude.  Exergy stay in the sport of cycling?  Absolutely.  Be thankful for the opportunities you have, but never settle for status qu0. Thank you, Exergy, CTS, and USAPCC! [...] Read more...
August 19, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet August bored. Are you bored?  Something about the word bored just makes me cringe.  I don’t believe in boredom.  If you are bored, then you must have very little for an imagination.  You must not be capable of entertaining yourself, or expanding beyond your boundaries. I am considering signing up for cooking lessons, dance classes, hike the entire Pacific Crest Trail, and go to Disneyland. That being said, I am bored.  Racing is winding down, far too soon in my opinion, but that is women’s cycling for you.  Even though these summer days are filled with warmth and promise, I am easily distracted by other options such as paddle boarding, hiking, and brunches.  I want to race.  I don’t want to train.  I want to play.  Is that bored?  Maybe, and frankly, I find that embarrassing.  I simply cannot be bored.  I find myself fidgeting with the possibility of boredom. What does one do in this situation?  Create your own races.  Your own play dates.  Your own world of endless opportunites.  Yes, sometimes that is merely racing yourself, challenging yourself, and keeping your options open. I call it the August humdrum.  What to do? My entertaining ways to expel late summer blues: Race yourself.  If it’s your QOM/KOM or your commute time.  Keep yourself challenged and focused. Don’t be afraid to take that play day.  Skip the bike for the day to enjoy some paddle boarding and BBQ.  Summer isn’t endless, and it isn’t always about the bike. Keep an eye on your goals.  Is Nationals still in a couple of weeks?  Press on.  Stay focused, then reward yourself accordingly. Group race rides, gran fondos, local time trials…you name it.  Find those fun events that keep your motivation up, and you are getting the intensity in without “training”.  Heaven forbid you have to train when the weather is like this… Soak up these warm days.  Cherish them.  Remember them, for when we are all doing base miles in the winter.  Get rid of your tanlines, or use them as bragging rights.  Your choice.  Just don’t take any of these days for granted. Destination rides. Ride somewhere that is enticing.  Ride to the beach.  Ride to oysters.  Ride to wine.  Just give yourself a destination.  Enjoy the trip, and enjoy the destination. Drive to ride.  Fly to ride.  Pick a new route.  New county.  New state.  New country.  When the roads are new, boredom is far from your mind.  It is an adventure, and you are an explorer. Break your own records.   Well, at least I am not August bored anymore…. I am loving Durango! [...] Read more...
August 8, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Did you have fun? One of my favorite questions post race is, “well, did you have fun?”.  I never know how to interpret it.  If I didn’t have fun, then I am slightly offended, maybe even a little defensive.  Fun is relative.  Fun is hard to find when going 150% of your threshold chasing others around in circles on a blistering day where you would rather be at the beach.  Not that I know anything about this.  Fun is sometimes found in the sweat and pain, yet sometimes it just isn’t there.  That’s normal.  Fun can be found in the challenge.  Fun can be found in the rewards post ride.  Think cupcakes or Mexican food. Safeway’s Fast and Furious Pleasanton downtown criterium.  Did I have fun?  Absolutely. We raced.  It hurt.  We went fast.  But I had fun.  It is as pure and simple as that. Oh, and I am the new state crit champion. Who would have thought… I am taking this and running with it.  That will be TOO much fun. It doesn’t have to be fun every time you ride, or race…just cherish those days that it is.  And look back and smile, and wait for the next one!  You just never know. Did you have fun today? [...] Read more...
August 2, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet   This article says it all. Well, maybe not it all, but it sure says a lot.  A whole lot. Not only did I have so much fun with the folks from Freeplay Magazine as we cruised the rustic town of Petaluma, but the Sorella Hair and Fashion Boutique gave me the princess treatment too!  It isn’t every day that a bike racer gets to do this… and I might have ended up with some new additions to my wardrobe, that definitely compliment my RoadID! Did I mention my favorite fashion accessory is my Exergy Tour belt buckle!? Thanks to Kristen Peterson for writing the article, and it was emotional for me to read it.  I was very anxious about sharing such personal details, but sometimes things need to be said.  It is what it is. There are many people to thank, like my teams, both past, present, and future….my friends and my family… And well, like I stated earlier, the article says it all… So before I get all emotional again, I am going to go get on my bike.   [...] Read more...
July 24, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I have been asked several times what advice I would give the up and coming cyclist.  Cycling is a beautiful sport.  Not only does it promote health and wellness, but it is also completely liberating.  When approached properly, it is a sport that has longevity and challenge.  It has purity and depth that not many other sports can give. Should you race?  If you want to.  If not, just challenge yourself each day with a goal, even if that goal is to do a local century or beat your friends on your commute.  These are goals and a challenge.  You don’t have to race.  Bikes can simply take you from Point A to Point B. If you do race… Bike racing is fun.  You are out there because you paid the money to ride your bike around in circles, so enjoy it.  Laugh.  Have fun.  Don’t take it too seriously, and don’t take yourself too seriously.  Simply giggle like a child and have fun. Join a team or a club.  It promotes camaraderie, and it also gives you that accountability to get out there and ride. Rest.  Don’t overdo it.  Be good at resting.  Sometimes resting is more important than the training.  I like to consider laying out by the pool or getting a pedicure excellent forms of rest. Be polite to your officials and fellow racers.  You are all out there with a common purpose and goal, even though only one person can cross the finish line first, doesn’t mean you are entitled to be rude.  Be competitive, but be respectful. Take risks.  I am not talking about risks in a corner or descent, I am talking about risks in the race.  Attack.  Get to the front.  Play.  Race.  Don’t just sit there.  If you wanted to just follow wheels, go do a Gran Fondo.  Racing is nothing without just that.  Racing.  Yes, it hurts, but it hurts everyone out there.  You will never know if you don’t try. Don’t take risks.  Now I am talking about corners and descents.  Make sure the risks do not out weigh the rewards.  The local crit may not be worth you laying your entire body out on the line.  Literally.  Be smart. Attack and don’t look back. The race is always in front of you.  Always ahead of you.  It is never behind you.  Don’t spend your time looking around or behind you.  Look forward, pedal your bike, and race. Sometimes racing can be training.  Pick out races that you want to excel in, and you can train through others.  This gives your the opportunity to not take every race so seriously, and to learn new skills and tactics, while gaining fitness.  But, if the opportunity presents itself, go for it.  Win, by all means. Always thank your teammates and your support crew.  Bike racing isn’t the most intriguing to watch sometimes, and if you have someone in the feed zone on a blistering summer day, they aren’t only there to get a tan.  They cared. Bike racing isn’t rocket science.  Don’t think too hard.  Follow your instincts and learn.  It can be a chess game on two wheels, or it can be a drag race requiring no brains.  React. Race. Learn.  You have to make mistakes to learn. Keep the porta-potty clean and use 8 pins for your number. Bike racing may not be for everybody, but riding bikes is for everybody.  Enjoy your freedom and the fresh air.  Enjoy your bike, and be safe. [...] Read more...
July 17, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet Things I learned about popping champagne. Just in case you are ever in that situation.  I have never actually popped a bottle of champagne on a podium until last weekend.  Sure they give you beer, jerseys, flowers, kisses, and antlers…but not always champagne.  It turns out “sprinters” have that opportunity much more than other types of riders.  Crits are known for champagne.  Time trials?  Let’s be honest…I am stoked for $20 and a T-shirt. I sabered the top off a champagne bottle once.  That is an excellent party trick.  Yet, when I was on the podium at San Rafael Twilight, there was no saber.  Just me.  Me and lots of people.  Waiting.  Well, not really… waiting, but before I knew it, there was champagne in my face.  I guess I was the one waiting.  Waiting for the inevitable food fight, but better. This is such a problem.  How does one avoid this catastrophe? 1. As my teammate, Coryn (who is a fabulous sprinter, BTW), said, “mowinningmochampagnepoppin”.  Right.  I will get right on that.  Easier to say when you are well, 38 National titles deep into your sprinting career… Me?  Well, you know me.  I guess in her clever way, she simply states, “win more races, and you can pop more champagne bottles”.  Of course. Duh. 2.  Just in case you have ever sabered the top off of a champagne bottle at your nearest dinner party….well, they don’t give you one of those on the podium.  There must be a liability issue.  Learn how to open a bottle of champagne. I learned the hard way. 3.  The person that opens the bottle first, gets the first hit.  Yet, the person that opens the bottle last, gets to spray the champagne when everyone else is empty.  Is first or last better?  I don’t know.  But it does create options.  Game on.  This is war. 4.  Higher ground is always better.  If you are on the top step, you have a much better vantage point to attack your fellow, umm… competitors. 5.  Laugh profusely. 6.  Beware if you have contacts.  Apparently they can be “sprayed” out.  Luckily, I don’t have contacts.  20/20 vision and X-ray capabilities. 7.  Shake well before opening. 8.  Try not  to spray the photographers, but feel free to spray the audience, the other girls on the podium, and the men waiting to start their race while you were powdering your nose to get ready for the podium.  They are all great targets.  After you get bored spraying the other girls on the podium, the men are quite easy to hit…and well, what else are they going to do?  Podium girls can be hit as well, but I don’t recommend it.  If they were podium men?  Well, you know…. 9.  Enjoy your moment in the sun, and then take a swig of that sparkling nectar.  Why not? 10.  Realize that until you shower you are going to smell intoxicated.  Regardless if you are or not.  Oh well.  Soak it all in. In everything you do, try to pop more bottles of champagne.  Laugh.  Enjoy.   motorcycle cigarette lighter [...] Read more...
July 10, 2012Blog / Cycling / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet It is everyone’s favorite race in July. You know what race I am talking about, and it has nothing to do with France. Well, maybe if you count champagne, it does have a thing or two to do with France.  Champagne and bikes.  Yeah, that will work.  Bike racing at its very best. San Rafael Twilight Criterium presented by Project Sport. Hands down, my favorite race. Ever. If you had asked me what is the one race I wanted to win? Yeah, it would be the SRT. Hometown crowd, big city energy. Welcome to the best bicycling event that ever enters Marin County. I love the promoters, and I love the venue. The field was anxious to race, and we were wanting to win. Exergy had 4 riders there, and several options. It was just one of those days. One of those days that you feel invincible. You feel like you are bulletproof and have super powers. Yes. It could have been the Lady GaGa playing for me as I spent a solid 20 minutes of the 70 minutes race in an early solo break, or it could just be the cheers from the hundreds that I know along the sidelines,  or it could be the personalized country call-up song I received, or it could just be my race fitness is back in full force and I was incredibly motivated to win to receive a massive champions buckle inspired by Muscle Milk and apparently the WWE. Whatever the reason, it was just one of those days.  At then it happened.  I bridged 6 laps to go and proceeded to solo in over the finish line. Arms in the air. Although this doesn’t impress everyone, it sure impresses me.  I have been secretly practicing my victory salutes in training.  It was no Sagan, but it was fun.  It brings chills to my skin, and tears to my eyes to be in that moment with those that train with me, support me, and have all along through the ups and downs throughout these last few years. It was emotional. It was overwhelming. It was one of the best wins of my career.  To make it even better, my teammate Kaitie sprinted for 3 even after hitting the deck earlier in the race. Wow.  One of tough girl.  One tough race.  One great result. Thank you for cheering, thank you for waving to me out in West Marin when I am training, and thank you for coming out and supporting this event. Although words do not often escape me, in this moment they do. It was just time to pop the champagne, throw the flowers, and get a huge buckle. It was just a moment to smile, to laugh, and to enjoy. I really am at a loss for words, but my heart is full of gratitude. Thank you for enjoying the moment with me. [...] Read more...
July 2, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet By the way, Alison Starnes is Alison Tetrick.  End of story.  Ali works too.  One and the same person, just me. Alison Marie Tetrick.  That’s my name.  It’s been my name since 1985, might as well stick with that. Twitter handle: @AMTetrick [...] Read more...
June 25, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet National Championships.  They come every year, and with much anticipation.  Target them as you will, but hitting the mark with precision is always difficult. Nationals was held in Augusta, Georgia.  Augusta, Georgia known for golf, chicken and waffles, historic Southern homes, haunted hotels, gun powder, and wrenching humidity, felt far removed from disc wheels, skinny cyclists, and challenging races that award the coveted stars and bars.  But there it was, for the last year, USA Cycling Elite/U23/Junior Nationals.  I could feel the heat radiating all the way from Marin, but I made the trek to Georgia, with my fellow USA citizens to battle out the national titles. These days one can easily buy bulk ammo online for their gun. Although you can play putt-putt at the Augusta Regional Airport and we drove by the shrouded Augusta National unbeknownst to us that was as close as I got to golf while there.  Who needs it. The chicken and waffles may be a tempting Southern treat, but I opted for a rocking chair on a porch with my own familiar dinner selections with a Southern twist on a pleasant evening.  I always wondered what the attraction to just sitting and swinging was, and I discovered that.  A balmy night, nothing to do but rock.  It was soothing.  It was so Southern.  I am sure this is considered immersing myself into the culture. Our hotel was nestled in the hills of Augusta in an area known for the high profile homes.  Homes that were lavish in the 1800’s have proven that they are still holding their intricate beauty, and historic allure.  Holding on to the past in such a fashion that our hotel, the beautiful Partdridge Inn, even was known to have a ghost by the name of Emily still living within its historic walls.  Yes.  Our hotel was haunted, but she was friendly enough, or so we were told.  Oh if those walls could talk of the love, the treason, and the passion…  Team meetings involved tactics, logistics, and Emily sightings. I was able to podium in the 30k Time Trial at Nationals, and even though it was not on the top step, I will be there some day.  My teammate Kaitie, secured the U23 Natz jersey though, and I am proud of her. Although I did not compete in the crit, I was able to watch my incredible team dictate the race and deliver TCR to the line to sprint for victory.  USA’s new Crit National Champion is TCR and it couldn’t go to a more deserving woman.  She is the fastest girl I know, for sure.  Random TCR fact: She was a world champion inline skater before taking up cycling.  Our paralympic athlete, Greta, won the crit for C4 and is going to London for the Olympics to represent the USA. Talk about incredible.  I love stars and stripe kits, but when they are won by women such as these, it bolsters my faith in sport, in zeal, and in drive. The road race is an undulating course with absolutely no flat sections, and all up and down, up and down.  You would like to think of it as a roller coaster, but the air is sticky and the pitches eat your momentum.  It isn’t quite as fun as an amusement ride, but it provides a perfect setting to crown another champion.  I spent about 90k in an early break, as I seem to do at Nationals.  We thought it could work, and it didn’t.  That’s bike racing.  Shoulda coulda woulda.  You just never know. It was amazing to race alongside not only the juniors but also the paralympians.  The future of cycling alongside the professionals, alongside the most courageous athletes I have ever encountered.  It was humbling to watch the competition, and encouraging seeing what the sport can offer and evoke. Thank you to USA Cycling, Exergy, and VW for delivering a great race, a welcoming venue, and an adventure along the way. The kind words I received while competing, I took to heart.  Thank you for knowing it has been a hard “comeback”, and I am not back yet, but to be among the top 5 in the US shows I am on my way.  The notes brought tears to my eyes knowing you were with me there in spirit, win, lose, or draw.  Also a huge thanks to my family, and my coach, Bruce Hendler, who helped deliver me to these races ready to rock and roll.  His patience, dedication, positivity and knowledge makes him a priceless resource and confidant!  Anyone looking for a coach!? We will join the pro men in Tennessee next year!  Now, how does one target this race…. I have one year to go… free Tenormin [...] Read more...
June 14, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet What does wind surfing, downtown breweries, mountain passes, Breakaway promotions, and Taco del Mar have in common? Mt. Hood Cycling Classic, presented by OBRA. Although I tend to steer away from race reports, I have come up with a concise summary of the race, because who wouldn’t want to know the drama and dynamic of an incredible bike race taking place in one of the most beautiful backdrops in the world? Setting: Hood River and its surrounding areas. Players: Team Short and Tall (also known as myself and the Canadian firepower future Olympian, Rhae) Support: My mom. Stage 1: One, Two, Punch. After a challenging circuit with undulating terrain, brisk rain and wind, Rhae and I ended up in a break, and then were able to cross the line together in the ol’ “one, two, punch” teammate manner.  200m from the line, Rhae looks at me, and suggests I wipe my face for the pictures.  Good call.  A true teammate will warn you when you have snot on your face and are about to be photographed by the paparazzi, or Oregon Cycling Action.   Our plan was executed flawlessly, and Rhae was in yellow, and I was in the QOM. Tactic Perfect is what we called it. Stage 2 Time Trial: Race Meets Survival It was windy.  Really really windy.  The kind of wind that the local shops were closing their businesses to partake in the “30 year wind” that made a dreamy day of windsurfing on the Columbia Gorge, but turned the disc wheels on a TT bike into sails as well.  My bike elevated off the ground, it wanted to fly, but not in the direction I wanted to take it.  I started racing, and then just started trying to survive.  As I turned the pedals, desperate to finish the Scenic Gorge 30k TT in a 30mph headwind with gusts up to 55mph, I found myself saying, “there is no place like home, there is no place like home”.  I think this mantra was better than Rhae’s, which was “the wind beneath my wings”.  Although perhaps her performance was more motivated by her positive outlook as she rocked an incredible TT into 1st place, and I finished in 2nd. I think I get a gold star, or at least a pair of ruby red slippers for not flying away on a witches broom that afternoon. Stage 3 Criterium: Bombs, 180s, Sprint Finishes The crit was fast, aggressive, and we raced.  Go figure, we really raced.  It was like bombs being thrown in downtown Hood River, right in front of the Full Sail brewery and packed streets.  It was a bike race in full force, and I was able to sprint for 3rd, and enjoy some tacos in the beer garden after the race.  Even with the bombs, the 180s and the sprints, we were still in yellow and red. Stage 4 3 Summit Road Race: Mountains, Snow, Group Photos. After going for the QOMs, I realized it may not be a coincidence that Taco del Mar, sponsors the “climbers” jersey.  I wonder how many tacos you can have and still be a climber.  I might have hit my limit.  It was a day 70mile day with 9000ft of climbing.  It was an incredible day on the bike. Rhae won the stage, I finished 3rd. We finished the race 1st and 3rd overall.  We rode through forests, snow, gravel, and finished on top of Mt. Hood. You will never believe what the women talk about while racing, nor will the men ever look as good on top of a mountain post stage race. I love riding my bike, and I love Hood River.  You better believe I will be back.  Something about this race likes me.  Thank you to all for the support from near and afar, and thanks to my mom for draping herself over my TT bike to keep it from blowing away, for ignoring my bag explosion in host housing, and for being patient with my stage racing moodiness (hard to believe, but it happens).   Thanks to a great teammate Rhae for making it a fun bike race, to race, to win, and to well, race… order cialis online [...] Read more...
June 7, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet I love “to do” lists. I take an enormous amount of satisfaction in crossing out a task that has been accomplished.  Sometimes I will even write a project that I know is moments from completion, just so I can take that sigh of contentment as I scratch it off the “list”.  I don’t always accomplish what I set out to do, but at least I keep track of it. What have I accomplished lately? Competed in arguably the biggest race for women in the world, the Exergy Tour and went to the after party which consisted of a rodeo, wranglers, and a belt buckle. Yes. Cowgirl Up. Upgraded to an iPhone.  I finally divorced the Blackberry, and now I am using Strava, Instagram and USADA on the iPhone.  I know my “cool factor” is not high enough for an iPhone, but a girl can only hope.  Any advice is welcome. Drove across the 45th Parallel north, where it is often called the halfway point from the North Pole and the equator (but not really since the Earth is oblate but who needs to be particular), on my way to the Mt. Hood Cycling Classic. Won a “sprint” finish at a local criterium, where my pure motivation was to “Dash for Cash”, and I even had to throw my bike for the win.  Who knew I had that in me.  Money is a great motivator.  I also got a trophy.  I like trophies.  We should do trophies more often. Ate pickled cow tongue at the VIP tent post ATOC TT and got my TT bike going 55mph on that descent. Filmed some new ads with RoadID for the year.  All I have to say is that costumes were involved, and some characters.  Get ready to laugh. Visited my sister just enough time to get some sun, laughs, and love. essays to write [...] Read more...
May 25, 2012Blog / Uncategorized0SHARESShareTweet You can say “Welcome Back” but I can assure you that I am not quite back, but I am on my way.  There may be no specific destination in view, but there is a step forward. Rebuilding takes time, but each small step I take helps conquer the doubt and darkness along the way. This week you can find me racing at the  Exergy Tour.  The biggest race in the USA and one of the biggest in the world.   I will be ready for the unexpected and for the step back into a UCI stage race.  I find it best to have no expectations, enjoy the ride, and keep building, one block at a time.  There is nothing quite as humbling as the unknown road of an injury, but there is nothing as encouraging as moving forward. Thank you for the support. Check out the CyclingNews article here. buy cytotec online [...] Read more...