Every once in a while a new race comes along that just makes you smile when you think back about it, eventhough you suffered through it. Last year Pleasant Valley in MD this year Page Valley in VA. Hats off to the promoters for starting new races. Both races have great courses, great course set up, locals enjoying the race as well.
Page Valley - nestled between Shenandoah Natl Park and Massanutten mtn had gorgeous mtn views like VT, and rolling farmland in the valley like upstate NY. The course was flat with some good tricky corners, two nice little grinding hills that wares down the competition, and some fun downhills.
A lot of people felt that their race was one lap too long as you could tell by the number of riders that finished compared to starting. It was hot and the hills take their toll. It was a race of attrition.
The women's age graded 30+ race, I think first time VA offered it, had a small field but many strong MABRA cat4s, even some gals frm MD. Although I've been racing for a while, most of the women in the race had been racing only a few months. It was really nice to see so many new women coming into the sport - of all ages.
No cash on the line. Just medals for the VA women. Racing for the sake of racing.
The race was off to a dreadfully slow start which was going to be miserable in the sun and heat if it remained so. It was frustrating watching the field attempt to pick up the pace to maybe 14mph on the flats but some riders refused to pull through and so the pace would slow to 10mph. Eventually things got going, someone has to make a sacrafice. Everyone says to not work, but if no one worked, where would we be.
Amy W from NCVC put in some great attacks and Lynn and the Artemis girls too to get the blood flowing and eventually the pace picked up as we completed lap 1 of 4ish. At the end of lap 1 I dropped my chain did a cyclocross dismount and put the chain back on, pedaled, dropped the chain again - trying my best to not pull a Christina Briseno and curse the Fword in front of the moto ref. I smiled and waved the wheel truck to go ahead and I struggled to put the darn chain back on two more times before continuing on. Got a lucky break when the field apparently took a wrong turn, and I caught back on.
The field finally got organized and got into a nice rotating paceline everyone sharing the workload and taking short pulls. The MABRA has a great bunch of cat4s this year and I was happy to finally meet and ride with some of them. The pace had picked up and the field had whittled out some riders. However it was the pace up the hill by Catharine and Ainhoa that caused the remaining field to split. We came up on the hill through the feedzone and I got dropped as my chain had another spell of falling off. This time with kids around I once again had to hold my tongue. And just smiled in my frustration as I was forced to start pedaling from a standstill at the steepest part of the hill. I put my head down and put my hands in the drops (which is rare) and TTd away after I crested the hill. I passed an Artemis girl and felt bad I wasn't able to give her a wheel to hang on to. I eventually caught up to Cat and Ainhoa and the three of us kept the pace going, each of us trying to do equal work.
On the last lap, we were all tired, thirsty, starting to cramp. We had over a minute gap but kept the pace steady. We went up the 2nd to last hill side-by-side (no one wanted to be behind me incase my chain fell off again). On the final climb we were still side by side. I kept fearing the chain would fall off so pedaled gingerly but strong and tried to pedal faster as Ainhoa powered by with a few meters to go but I wasn't able to spin the legs any quicker on that damn hill. Catharine finished right behind me. Amy from NCVC had an awesome finish for 4th.
Good lesson in adversity.
The finish was made sweeter with the Dr. Pepper from the little girls on the side of the road at the finish line, selling ice cold sodas and water for a $1.
It was a really great race and will go down as one of my favorites.
Speaking of favorites, favorite spectator was the old lady in her lawn chair smoking a cigarette and waving an American flag as the races went by. Love it.