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Back on the bike

Back cycling – Yeah!

On friday i received my new frame and Glenn Kinning did a brilliant job setting up my new ride. There is no “Weisses Rössel” anymore. Im sporting “Milva“. A (monza racing) red Canyon Ultimate CF.

I was a huge fan of my old bike and i have to say im even more impressed with the upgrade i got through the Canyon Crash Replacement programm. I thought it can not get any stiffer, but it actually can. Love it!

Hyped through the new bike and the nice weather i went out along the coastal road for a nice spin. I could have cycled for ages but i wanted to be back to watch Robert Green

Racereport 2010-12: 100 km del Passatore (Florence to Faenza, Italy)

What was ment to be the last race for my spring season finally became a leisure break to bella italia. Due to my injury i could not run the 100 km del Passatore on the 29th of May. I was really looking forward to it as the race has a huge tradition and a profile that is more similar to a Tour de France stage than a running road race. The flight and hotel was already booked since months so i decided to head down to Florence to spend some good days with friends and dolce vita. Ciao Italia!

There are lots of road races around these days. Trail or Road, Ultra or whatever distance. Some are newly set up by money making event companies and some are just magical – traditional. Those races lack a nice flashy homepage and shiny adverts all over the usual busy running websites. No one is really paying attention to spread the word as the organisers are more focused on keeping such a wonderful little race alive than actually promoting it abroad.

Italy has a rich road running tradition. Not only since Stefano Baldini won the Olympic Marathon in Athens running, especially on the roads, is popular throughout the country. Sport in general is everywhere and which country has the readers for two daily nationwide newspaper that are ONLY covering sports? Overall it seems that Italy is more known for the cycling, which is celebrated perfectly over there – no doubt. But beside that there are classic marathons and the queen of italian ultra road running, the 100 km del Passatore from Florence to Faenza! A race that had it’s peak time in the late eighties early nineties. The world cup was held here in 1991 with the record of 3.600 runners (…only 1.161 finished the race). Since then the European Cup took place here (1997) and several Campionato Italiano’s. A stunning course record of 6:31:44 h was set in 2004 by Italian Mario Ardemagni and Monica Carlin ran a 7:51:38 for the women course record in 2006. If you compare those times to the 100 km World Record which is seet by Takahiro Sunada in 6:13:33 on a pancake flat course in Tokoro, Japan in 1998 you will see that the 100 km del Passatore features one of the toughest ultra courses around.

I can call myself lucky to train with Italians here in Ireland. Besides the knowledge of the best pasta and pizza in town the horizont on races gets bigger and bigger. Italian road races often lack the englisch translation or just feature a very bad one. It is nice to get the inside knowledge from locals on what’s hot or not. Since months and maybe years Simone and i are raving about the magical Passatore. The ultimative goal for the serious italian runner. A course where you can not hide, a distance where you can not cheat. 100 kilometres through the magical Tuscany leaving Florence just beside the river Arno.

So here we go. It is nearly 3pm. It is hot and the usual tourist brigades are floating around the inner city of Florence. The last runners receive there numbers and try to relax in the shadows of the Piazza della Signoria. It is not busy and there is not the usual hectic around. Everybody knows their day will be long – long and painful. The first runners are making their way to the startline in the middle of the city. Just a couple of strides away from the sign in area. The streets are not closed for the public. A couple of police men overlook the scenario as the runner line up under the banner. The gun is going of and the race is one.

As japanese tourists are surprised by the amount of runners passing by the route is leaving Florence city centre directly towards the first climb. After 5 kilometres the race enters the first climb. At this stage no groups are together anymore. When the first two runners arrive at the Vetta Le Croci, who is 518 m above sea level (Florence is 65m) it is finally clear that this race is not a mass run. At the first mountain the gaps between the runners are huge. 22 kilometres in the race and everybody is suffering. The heat hits hard – especially on the uphills. Not much shadow there. The race enters the first peak in the midday sun.

Now it is time to relax. A long downhill part is not easy on the legs. But gives relief. The field is still wide spread across beautiful backroads. The road leads through a beautiful valley. Windy roads are passing small villages. People celebrate the race in their special italian way. Having food beside the road and cheering everybody on. As the roads are not closed traffic gets busy on the first few kilometres. Nearly every runner has a support car or a bike that follows him. There are offical aid stations but support, which is allowed, is necessary throughout that race.

Borgo San Lorenzo, a small town in the north of Florence, is the entrance into the major climb that leads the race to the 913m above sea level. At this stage the chain of runners is long. The gaps are getting bigger and bigger. People get stronger and others just pay the price of going out to hard. Pacing is the name of the game at a distance like this. Hard to maintain because of the profile. Just when the runners enter the incline at the 35 kilometer mark the upcomimng wind gives a bit of a relief. 15 kilometers of uphill running are waiting. The tight forest is cooling down the runners as they make their way on the step road. Sometimes it is hard to drive up the serpentines with a car. On the faces of the runners you see that everybody is suffering. Nobody has a second to enjoy the beautiful landscapes.

A couple of meteres before the race hits the top of the Colla die Casaglia the crowds are getting bigger. Lots of cyclists made their way up to cheer the runners on. As thy pass the little cafe of top with the checkpoint people applaud and give their respect. The runners pass the people, the aid station and the check point take the left hand corner and are back in the silence as they face a long downhill. 50 kilometer are in th bag. Now it is downhill. Even harder after all the pain in the climb.

Clouds are coming up. It is getting colder. Later light rain will cool the runners further down. Every little village along the way has an aid station set up. People support the runners with bread, coffee, ham, sweets, cakes… Most of the participants cant eat anyway after running for several hours. It is getting darker around the place. The race is moving on and the runner can hide in the dark. It is just the light of the support bikes and cars that are left on the road together with the lonely runners. On the way to Faenza the roads are getting more and more lonely and quite. Not many people are there anymore and everybody is alone with their race.

Beside the road is the 90 kilometer mark. A relief. From now on every kilometer is marked and brings the runners closer to the finish at the market square in the city centre of Faenza. While running through the busy streets of Faenza you can see the happiness in the faces of the runners. A long and beautiful way is done and finishs on the historic square in Faenza.

Che c’è di nuovo?

The Tuesday Races

As i´m not able to race at the moment i went out to help at the weekly Phoenix CC club race. 
Today was a beautiful evening and i went around the course with the car to support the crew. Would have loved to jump on the bike as the course was nice and tough one. 

RUNSSEL MOVIE MONDAY: King Kienle

The elbow after…

Racereport 2010-10: Groucho Grand Prix, Richill – DNF

“Have you also been at that race in Richill?” Emma was asking me as she tried to move my arm in the right position to get a scan done. “Yes, I was…”

I was not the only one ending up in the Craigavon hospital today. Unfortunatelly the race was just over before it really started for me. Too cut a long story short – i crashed. The first time in my short racing career i touched down. And it went fast, really fast. The race was in it’s last loop and i felt good. I was in the middle of the bunch and on the go to move up towards the front. The long downhill stretch just 2k into the last loop was the finish for me and roughly 20 other riders today. A guy hit a water bottle and fell. The rest is history made at a bit more than 50 kmh.

I could not get around the scene and bumped straight into a guy that was already on the ground. Lucky enough i was close to the side of the road and ended up on the grass. I was a bit dizzy and when i looked around and checked everything my bike was in two pieces. My beloved and trusty bike is gone. Sad enough! The body itself is alright and not too bad. The ambulance was at the scene in seconds and after helping the guys with the really bad injuries they cleaned my cuts at the right elbow and the right knee.

For a final check i went to Craigavon hospital. When i arrived there some familiar faces from the race were just sitting in there already. I got scanned and 4 stitches on the elbow. All good so far.

Racereport 2010-09: North Down GP (N.I. Road Race Championships) – DNF

It was the weather Paris-Roubaix is waiting for since a couple of years – Rain!

We were riding towards the start as a sunny sky turned around into a black and grey something. It was raining nicely on a quality field that was lined up for the championship race in Donaghadee. Just beside the sea we had to race 9 loops to get 70 miles in.

I went out with the A3 group which had a little headstart towards the A1 and A2 group. My group worked nicely through the rainy streets. This time the surface was good which was really necessary in that heavy rain.

Drafting is not that funny in rain but i did not really care. I was hurting straight from the start. My legs just warmed up in the second loop and felt good then. This one was the toughest race in my short road cycling “career” but i enjoyed the challenge. The middle of the field should by my spot in this race and i tried to maintain it. It was not easy. After every corner i struggled and had to focuse on a certain wheel. “Do not drop, do not drop…” was the sentence i said myself after every tempo increase. And there were quite some sprints, especially when there were some points to grab. For me it was a survial game.

When the A1 and A2 group caught us it got really busy. I could stay and ended up driving in the wind several times. Too much as i had to find out after approximately 80k. After the long windy stretch beside the sea, which i was leading for a bit, i could not hold the group at a uphill strech and got dropped. When i saw how many guys were sitting in that main group i was shocked. Why did i lead that bunch? My mistake. I got dropped and could not get back to the group. The Commissaire was driving by and i was gone for the day. The truth of road cycling caught me. This time by surprise.

Racereport 2010-09: Tommy Givan Road Race

Some recreational cycle road racing this morning at Maryland‘s Tommy Givan Road Race in Hillsborough.

It is really addictive to go out racing. I really do enjoy it and was looking forward to todays race. Just 15 minutes outside of Belfast was the venue. My first non club race saw some serious competition. The finest gear was lined up and again a fairly good crowd.

For the second time this week i felt good. The course was good. Some nice uphill stretches and the usual improvable back roads were fun.

And for the second time i made the mistake to NOT hold back and wait for the sprint to go off. I got away from the field at the last climb just 1k from the finish line. But after some secounds it was that depressing voice of the field flying by. Bad luck but worth a try as i still felt strong – but not strong enough…

Tomorrow im travelling to Donaghadee to race the North Down GP. This time i try to stay in the pack as long as possible.

The Journeys of the Meister

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