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Cross Racing Week 10 | Training through

Almost a year ago exactly, I wrote a post. And re-reading it this week it made me smile. Oh, and I rolled my own eyes a bit as well at my own idiocy. I had the the type of moment reading it where I saw my own pattern of tail chasing and I questioned lots.

castle cross 2011 (118)

Bike racing for me as of late was becoming a chore. A fairly large void where I was heaving tons of my own energy, emotion, money and of course free time into. Bike racing is hard and it is a sport lifestyle where what you put in you get out. And yet the system doesn’t operate like an ATM. Card in/cash out. It’s much more discerning over its participants than that.

It all seemed to spin sideways as of late culminating in questions of what am I up to.

My own zeal for balance the last month is flying in the breeze like a tattered old flag. A once proud standard whose colors are fading and nearly unrecognizable for what they were intended to represent. I read a post recently from my friend Jonny in New England who is even more deeply questioning his motives as of late. Or posts about fit Masters losing their lives in pursuit of what they love. But pushing these extreme examples aside, why move forward? I am Type A (++++ …there I said it out loud) and want to crush it in most everything I do in this life and is likely the inner burning core having kept me pinning numbers on weekend in and out for more than a decade in this game of ours. Wanting to raise my own hands again like I’d done in the past. Assure my own fragile ego that I can still go and go well. Be one of the ‘fast guys’.

But is that it?

I wear my heart on my sleeve as everyone knows. My moping around and 1/2 training these last few weeks were obvious to my friends and family. Blah blah blah…not going well. Blah blah blah…such and such an injury. Blah blah blah…too much stress with building a business and not knowing if you’re gonna make it. 

“So, are you going to hang it up this season?” I was asked. I would have asked me the same thing…mainly so I could shut me up hearing my blah bah blahs.

And then it popped into my mind so suddenly. So clearly and obviously.

“Dude, fuck no man!” My response was undeniable. Clear. Instinctive. Refreshing for my own ears to hear. “What would my kids think?” I continued.

My racing has sucked this past month. So what. My friends are the best on earth, and honestly, they have their own life stuff to deal with and somehow they continue to push on and come back every weekend. Some winning. Some smiling coming in mid pack. I am not racing for me any more. I am slaving in the cold, compartmentalizing my work and other aspects of my life so I can be positive. So I can stay true to the sport  community which my sons are falling in love with it and remain positive for the boys and girls I help coach at Boulder Junior Cycling. So I can stay true to an ideal of sticking with it. Not yielding when the only thing that is getting damaged is ego.

In the end, you train through. You continue to push if you love something and you fundamentally think it is worth your efforts. And I do. How I do. I do not know if I will ever win a bike race again. And I don’t care. I need to satisfy my own deep desire to ride perfect for myself. To finish as best I can and let my boys see that. My parenting is not perfect. My patience often paper thin which is my own known focal point I need to work on when raising my boys. But if I can do anything now, I can show them that giving up due to virtually no good reason is just not an option. You commit, you bite the bullet. You carry on and try to do your best and improve.

I have put Castle Rock and my other bad performances behind. It’s time to just ride. To go hard. To feel where I am in the grand scheme and push.  To come across the finish line and not immediately determine my place…but where my sons eyes are.

BCS Sponsor Highlight | Apikol

The BCS Ambassador Team has an amazing array of sponsors to help us carry the torch of ‘cross and assist us with our evangelical mission to teach the sport to any and all who’ll listen to us crazies. In this interview, I talk with BCS team mate and co-founder of Apikol, Doug Schuler. Apikol is a leading manufacturer of custom-engineered performance enhancing automotive parts and are based here in Boulder, Colorado.

Introducing the K-Edge Double XL Chain Catcher

Pete walks us through probably one of the single most important items you should have on your bike to eliminate the chance of a dropped chain ruining your race. Be smart and take away any of those variables that could throw all the hard work you do to be competitive out the window and install a chain catcher. Learn more about the K-Edge’s product we proudly use on our Ridley X-fires. (Incidentally we use the version for double chain rings up front…but they have variants for single rings as well).

Some photos to help you with placement:

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Cross Racing Week 9 | Scuttled

What do you get when you combine a gaggle of aging bike racers, copious amounts of beer, darkness and cruiser bikes? Chaos. The Tour de Dewey was brought back in style for a certain Dubba’s 40th birthday. It was of course a full moon and the date was special to say the least…


There were costumes…

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Cross Racing Week 8 | Time away

Everybody needs a little time away. It’s not just for Peter Cetera…

Week 8 was spent off the bike. Resting. And trying to let the body repair to be able to hang on through January. Getting’ old yo! Yeah, I said that.

Next up, an epic fall weekend here on the Front Range. Looking forward to Sunday’s course in particular. Designed by Mr. Webber himself.


European CX Championships–Lucca Italy

Ah, Lucca. One of my favorite places on earth. We named our dog after this city we love it so. My friend Laurent sent this beautiful video for us to check out here in the States. Makes me weepy. I want to take my wife back there some day again…

Championnat d'Europe cyclo-cross 2011 from Petitesreines on Vimeo.

Keep the faith.

seamus victorious“Keep the faith, Gregory”. His voice saying those words still rings through my ears. My dad was not a overtly philosophical man, in fact quite the opposite. His introversion was by intent the antitheses of what he loathed…loud mouthed, hyper-opinionated people who had about as much depth as a piece of paper. But that one sentence was his mantra. A mantra to stick to it. To stay focused. To not deviate from what you know to be right and true and ultimately good. I use those words as a war cry. As a church hymn. As a poem.  As a form of therapy. All inside the privacy of my mind for no one else but he and I to continue our regular posthumous conversation. The words are my core. The words are the only ‘philosophy’ I teach my boys.

Now, the words mean more than ever. I’m using them to hold the line in our beautiful life my Amy and I have created. A life Amy and I promise each other we live in its present moment. When my instinct is screaming at me to rush for security and well-lit pathways in life, I use the words to remind me that the dimmer path is yielding fruits I’d never anticipated – seeing my boys at times of the day the well-lit path would never have allowed me to do and being able to do things with them I’d never thought there would be moments to spare to do with them. Supporting my beautiful wife as she creates her own business and realizes her dreams and the potential she never thought she’d see again. Diving head first into a business to learn what is possible of myself, our ideas and our abilities to execute on building something from absolutely fucking nothing.

And so now, dad, I continue to keep the faith. Even if it means I need to close my eyes because the path is so under-lit that the only thing that can keep me moving forward is my faith…and that is the confidence you gave me growing up in myself. Telling me that I could do anything, absolutely anything I wanted to do in this life.

And I have that now.

It’s in my grasp already.

It’s in the spirit of my children.


Pete Webber presents the Clement PDX Tubular

Our sponsor Clement has been on a tear this season, delivering some fine rubber to athletes like Ben Berden Ryan Trebon and of course the Boulder Cycle Sport Ambassadors! This rubber has notched some fantastic wins this season thus far from USGPs to the Boulder Cup this past weekend.

Here Pete Webber tells us about the mud-specific tire, the PDX.

[VIDEO] Colorado Front Range Cyclocross

Local film producers Celin Serbo and Sergio Ballivian (‘Serbo Ballivan Productions’) created this beautifully filmed short-length documentary about last season’s cyclocross races here on the Front Range. The film has made it into this years Adventure Film Festival! It’s showing this Saturday in the 4-6 pm slot at the Boulder REI. After this showing the tour continues to Chamonix, Santiago, Sydney, and Asheville, NC. So, for certain Colorado ‘cross will be seen the world over! This is the third film festival their film has been accepted to. Congrats!

Colorado Front Range Cyclocross from Celin Serbo on Vimeo.

The power of Valmont and the Boulder Cup

We are just beginning to realize the power of ‘cross. It’s the new Little League for the generation that truly wants to move and push themselves. My son wrote this Sunday night after the Boulder Cup. Semi-wasted from the day yet still amped to convey his feelings. Imagine what that spectacle was like for a kid. Not only racing and getting cheered on from all angles but then seeing this amazing display of Pro prowess and fans going nuts. Well, it incentivized him enough to jam out a paragraph.

I’ve, ah, ‘translated’ his Aidenese below to ensure you walk away with the gist. The last paragraph kills me. ‘This is cyclocross!’ I love it.

A kid's view of the Boulder Cup at Valmont


Valmont (bike park) Boulder Cup

I was ready to start and I saw my friends and saw he was wearing his timing chip! But I thought that we weren’t supposed to! So I looked around and everyone was wearing them! I called my dad and said: “Dad! My timing chip!”… He said that mom was in a hurry to get it and she got it RIGHT when I was starting to go! I was off! And I was in the lead. It was all muddy and my dad was watching. He said to look up and don’t get distracted.

On my last race, I fell down in my start! A kid on my team named Torin won the Boulder Cup and it was an amazing win! I was thankful that it he was on my team. The sad thing is that we did not do the 5280 run up! Wahh!


Scott. Ridley. Sram. Specialized. redline. Boulder Cycle Sport. Boulder Junior Cycling. Me.

By Aiden