Where?
Goodson Rec Center
6315 S. University Blvd.
When?
Wednesday’s starting January 7, 2008
11:30am – 12:25pm
Arrive early to get set up on the bike
Cost
Normal Entry Fee for South Suburban Parks & Recreation
$5.25 District - $7.25 Non-District
Important
Call Goodson Rec Center the day before to reserve a spot
303-798-2476
Instructor
Dave Pasque
303-220-8740
dpasque @comcast.net
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Yes, our Fearless Leader
Tom Hall was spotted in North Boulder nearing halloween, tearing it up at the cyclocross race!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Clothing order is in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To all those that ordered clothing, it has arrived.
Please contact me to set up a time to pick it up.
I still have some left over items, so please contact me if you would like to purchase something.
Thanks,
Nathan
303-929-7523
colosoccer5@hotmail.com
Please contact me to set up a time to pick it up.
I still have some left over items, so please contact me if you would like to purchase something.
Thanks,
Nathan
303-929-7523
colosoccer5@hotmail.com
Friday, September 12, 2008
Kathy Judson's Season
Thanks be to God I was able to finish 3rd overall in the series and missed out on 2nd by 4 points. Really I was only hoping for a top 5 spot and ended up 3rd almost 2nd. I was 2nd on both days of the Fall Classic in Breckenridge even while riding sick on the second day - the long day. Miraculously, by the time we had gotten past 30 minutes, I began to wonder if I had been dreaming I was sick. Then today, I wake up and my throat is still sore and I know I am sick.
I was 2nd at Eldora short track and 4th in the cross country.
I was 4th at Snowmass and Crested Butte and at the Fruita TT.
I was 8th overall in the Leadville 50 miler which was totally exciting as it was my first longer event in decades. I was 5th in the age group but only 11 minutes overall out of 3rd so watch out longer events.
After coming back from last year being diagnosed with hypothyroidism (I think I burned my thyroid gland out being too Type A), I am glad the Lord blessed the results this year. Granted I didn't win anything but perseverance always pays off when Jesus is involved.
Considering I had a 2 week layoff in mid-season for a wonderful trip to Europe, I think Jesus did ok!!!
Kathy Judson (Racing Mommy of 2 little boys)
I was 2nd at Eldora short track and 4th in the cross country.
I was 4th at Snowmass and Crested Butte and at the Fruita TT.
I was 8th overall in the Leadville 50 miler which was totally exciting as it was my first longer event in decades. I was 5th in the age group but only 11 minutes overall out of 3rd so watch out longer events.
After coming back from last year being diagnosed with hypothyroidism (I think I burned my thyroid gland out being too Type A), I am glad the Lord blessed the results this year. Granted I didn't win anything but perseverance always pays off when Jesus is involved.
Considering I had a 2 week layoff in mid-season for a wonderful trip to Europe, I think Jesus did ok!!!
Kathy Judson (Racing Mommy of 2 little boys)
Friday, September 5, 2008
Winter Park Mountain Bike Race #5
Winter Park Mountain Bike Series race #5 was a pretty great event! It was a new course with a circuit at the top of Mary Jane and then a long descent to the bottom via Icarus. Don, Dave, and I pre-rode it and it was a great course. A few uphills, lots of technical content, and a ripping downhill. Lots of fun!
We lined up for the start -- 5-4-3-2-1-GO!!! I gave a few really hard pedal strokes while seated to get started, shifted to a big gear, and stood up. I'm doing my best Lance Armstrong imitation -- out of the saddle and cranking as hard as possible. I'm going for "shock and awe" -- let the other guys know I'm treating this as a sprint, not a distance race, and if they want to keep up they're going to have to go hard RIGHT NOW! I didn't look back until the approx 1 mile of gravel road was done and I was turning into the forest and the singletrack. Decent size lead, the guy in 2nd is still within striking distance if I don't keep the hammer down, 3rd and 4th are a bit behind him, but most of the pack is nowhere to be seen. Great start to the race!
After a short climb on singletrack, the trail turns downhill. I'm not a gravity-fed, high-speed descent specialist. Frankly, I don't like high speed on a bicycle. I like to climb. But this course has significant downhill, so I have to get into the gravity groove if I'm going to stay up front. I'm trying to stay off the brakes until the last possible moment as I go into each turn, trying to pedal hard out of every turn, trying to keep my speed up everywhere. But a quick glance back reveals that 2nd is reeling me in a bit. Not an imminent threat to catch or pass me, but definitely closer than we were on the climb at the start. That's what I was concerned about. Better pick it up! I increase speed to a bit out of my comfort zone. A racer's gotta do what a racer's gotta do, and right now that is to ride a little over my head. It is scary but a rush at the same time. Which makes it kinda fun!
I'm blasting down a trail and realize I just passed an intersection with an orange arrow on it, but I have no idea which way the arrow pointed. Straight? Or did I miss a turn? Right? Left? ARGH!!!! I grab both brakes and pretty much lock both tires up and slide to a very rapid stop. Hop off the bike and start to go back up the hill. Then a female voice hollers from down the hill "Keep going, you were right, sorry, didn't realize anyone would be here so soon, should have been ringing my cowbell". I hop back on the bike and head downhill again. More lost time. Argh!
Down the trail, picking up speed, course traverses a ski slope then arcs left, easy to look back now. As expected after my little stop at the intersection -- 2nd place is close. Too close for comfort. Need another climb! Unfortunately, there's more downhill. On Long Trail, there is an extended traverse that isn't really steep, but definitely steep enough to pick up a lot of speed. Lots of rocks. From pre-riding it, I know that the rocks look scarier than they are. As I come out of the turn, I let go of the brakes hammer the pedals. Up to the big ring. Things are happening very quickly now. I want to grab brakes but instead I just let it rip. I'm going faster and faster. At some point, my brain says "stupid fast!" and I start applying some brakes. But the surge works, I re-gap 2nd. It was a real rush, too, and I'm finding that riding a little over my head is kind of addictive. Kind of like motocross -- sometimes you just think "that's it, past the point of no return, whatever is going to happen is going to happen". And THAT is a RUSH!
Finally,we hit Gunbarrel -- a steep climb up a gravel road. It's time to suffer! I have to gear down substantially from the high speed descent, but I pick a pretty big gear for this hill and am mashing the pedals with 100% effort. Catching lots of people from prior race waves; I'm passing them without issue since the road is pretty wide and we can go 3 or 4 abreast if necessary. Up, up, up, heart rate at redline, lungs feel like they are going to burst (approx 11,000 feet of altitude), legs are starting to burn. Finally, I can see the top of the chairlift -- the end is in sight, relief is just 100 yards ahead.
Curiously, one of the guys in front of me looks back and seems to be staring directly at me. Then he looks forward. Then back again - directly at me. And forward again. Then back at me a 3rd time as I'm about to come alongside to pass him. Kind of weird for him to keep looking back at me. Is my breathing that loud? Isn't he breathing hard? What's the deal? As I pull alongside him on the right, he suddenly swerves briefly left and then whips it back to the right. Right into me! Um, what? Why did he do that? It was clearly deliberate. He faked some sort of issue and ran into me on purpose. My mind is racing with "what's going on?" and many other thoughts. As if that weren't strange and unpleasant enough, I now realize that my pedaling is no longer being applied to just my bike and body weight. He has grabbed my jersey and backpack and is hanging on to me. What on earth??!? "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! LET GO!!" He continues to hold on to me. Finally, after what seems like forever, he releases.
Try to imagine that you're pedaling up a steep slope at 11,000 feet and your goal is to propel your 180 pound body and 28 pound bike up the hill at maximum velocity. Heart rate is absolutely pinned. Every fiber in your being is giving 100% to get to you the goal that lies just ahead -- a flat spot in the race course. But suddenly someone runs into you and holds on to you. You're now dragging an extra 175 pounds or more up the hill. If you are even a little bit competitive, this is a very frustrating situation. Wow!
After he let go, I regained speed and tried to regain composure. I looked back and got his number so I could report him to the race referee. He was, once again, looking down the hill, only now he is laughing. What is going on with this guy? My initial thought was that he was trying to slow me down for a friend that was in my class. But I don't know, maybe he was just horsing around. Or under the influence of too much energy drink. Or under the influence of something else. I just don't know. It was WEIRD. And frustrating. And draining. I looked up his results later. I finished in 1:18. He finished in 1:42. He was not contending for a spot on the podium. Very weird.
From there, it was a big effort and lots of fun. I really enjoyed the course -- very technical sections going through the trees with rocks and roots and switchbacks and lots of challenging sections.
There was a section of steep downhill road that was pretty much crazy-fast. I hit 45mph. On little tiny knobbies on gravel on a steep road. That feels very, very fast. The downhill led to a long, flat parking lot - kind of relief that we didn't have to slam on the brakes for a turn at that speed.
At the end of that parking lot section, we went into a steep ascent back in the deep woods. It was really hard to adjust from 40mph to 2.5mph in a heart beat, from crazy-fast no-pedaling descending to granny gear climbing. Really strange to transition from such high speed to a tortoise-like crawl up steep hills and in between tightly spaced trees. But I made it through the woods, to the finish line, and no one passed me, so I won again.
When it was all done, I actually wanted to go more -- do another lap. Lots of energy left. The Hammer Nutrition products are really working well for me. And the race course was fun!
Anyway -- one last race to go in 2008 -- the King of the Rockies race!
We lined up for the start -- 5-4-3-2-1-GO!!! I gave a few really hard pedal strokes while seated to get started, shifted to a big gear, and stood up. I'm doing my best Lance Armstrong imitation -- out of the saddle and cranking as hard as possible. I'm going for "shock and awe" -- let the other guys know I'm treating this as a sprint, not a distance race, and if they want to keep up they're going to have to go hard RIGHT NOW! I didn't look back until the approx 1 mile of gravel road was done and I was turning into the forest and the singletrack. Decent size lead, the guy in 2nd is still within striking distance if I don't keep the hammer down, 3rd and 4th are a bit behind him, but most of the pack is nowhere to be seen. Great start to the race!
After a short climb on singletrack, the trail turns downhill. I'm not a gravity-fed, high-speed descent specialist. Frankly, I don't like high speed on a bicycle. I like to climb. But this course has significant downhill, so I have to get into the gravity groove if I'm going to stay up front. I'm trying to stay off the brakes until the last possible moment as I go into each turn, trying to pedal hard out of every turn, trying to keep my speed up everywhere. But a quick glance back reveals that 2nd is reeling me in a bit. Not an imminent threat to catch or pass me, but definitely closer than we were on the climb at the start. That's what I was concerned about. Better pick it up! I increase speed to a bit out of my comfort zone. A racer's gotta do what a racer's gotta do, and right now that is to ride a little over my head. It is scary but a rush at the same time. Which makes it kinda fun!
I'm blasting down a trail and realize I just passed an intersection with an orange arrow on it, but I have no idea which way the arrow pointed. Straight? Or did I miss a turn? Right? Left? ARGH!!!! I grab both brakes and pretty much lock both tires up and slide to a very rapid stop. Hop off the bike and start to go back up the hill. Then a female voice hollers from down the hill "Keep going, you were right, sorry, didn't realize anyone would be here so soon, should have been ringing my cowbell". I hop back on the bike and head downhill again. More lost time. Argh!
Down the trail, picking up speed, course traverses a ski slope then arcs left, easy to look back now. As expected after my little stop at the intersection -- 2nd place is close. Too close for comfort. Need another climb! Unfortunately, there's more downhill. On Long Trail, there is an extended traverse that isn't really steep, but definitely steep enough to pick up a lot of speed. Lots of rocks. From pre-riding it, I know that the rocks look scarier than they are. As I come out of the turn, I let go of the brakes hammer the pedals. Up to the big ring. Things are happening very quickly now. I want to grab brakes but instead I just let it rip. I'm going faster and faster. At some point, my brain says "stupid fast!" and I start applying some brakes. But the surge works, I re-gap 2nd. It was a real rush, too, and I'm finding that riding a little over my head is kind of addictive. Kind of like motocross -- sometimes you just think "that's it, past the point of no return, whatever is going to happen is going to happen". And THAT is a RUSH!
Finally,we hit Gunbarrel -- a steep climb up a gravel road. It's time to suffer! I have to gear down substantially from the high speed descent, but I pick a pretty big gear for this hill and am mashing the pedals with 100% effort. Catching lots of people from prior race waves; I'm passing them without issue since the road is pretty wide and we can go 3 or 4 abreast if necessary. Up, up, up, heart rate at redline, lungs feel like they are going to burst (approx 11,000 feet of altitude), legs are starting to burn. Finally, I can see the top of the chairlift -- the end is in sight, relief is just 100 yards ahead.
Curiously, one of the guys in front of me looks back and seems to be staring directly at me. Then he looks forward. Then back again - directly at me. And forward again. Then back at me a 3rd time as I'm about to come alongside to pass him. Kind of weird for him to keep looking back at me. Is my breathing that loud? Isn't he breathing hard? What's the deal? As I pull alongside him on the right, he suddenly swerves briefly left and then whips it back to the right. Right into me! Um, what? Why did he do that? It was clearly deliberate. He faked some sort of issue and ran into me on purpose. My mind is racing with "what's going on?" and many other thoughts. As if that weren't strange and unpleasant enough, I now realize that my pedaling is no longer being applied to just my bike and body weight. He has grabbed my jersey and backpack and is hanging on to me. What on earth??!? "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! LET GO!!" He continues to hold on to me. Finally, after what seems like forever, he releases.
Try to imagine that you're pedaling up a steep slope at 11,000 feet and your goal is to propel your 180 pound body and 28 pound bike up the hill at maximum velocity. Heart rate is absolutely pinned. Every fiber in your being is giving 100% to get to you the goal that lies just ahead -- a flat spot in the race course. But suddenly someone runs into you and holds on to you. You're now dragging an extra 175 pounds or more up the hill. If you are even a little bit competitive, this is a very frustrating situation. Wow!
After he let go, I regained speed and tried to regain composure. I looked back and got his number so I could report him to the race referee. He was, once again, looking down the hill, only now he is laughing. What is going on with this guy? My initial thought was that he was trying to slow me down for a friend that was in my class. But I don't know, maybe he was just horsing around. Or under the influence of too much energy drink. Or under the influence of something else. I just don't know. It was WEIRD. And frustrating. And draining. I looked up his results later. I finished in 1:18. He finished in 1:42. He was not contending for a spot on the podium. Very weird.
From there, it was a big effort and lots of fun. I really enjoyed the course -- very technical sections going through the trees with rocks and roots and switchbacks and lots of challenging sections.
There was a section of steep downhill road that was pretty much crazy-fast. I hit 45mph. On little tiny knobbies on gravel on a steep road. That feels very, very fast. The downhill led to a long, flat parking lot - kind of relief that we didn't have to slam on the brakes for a turn at that speed.
At the end of that parking lot section, we went into a steep ascent back in the deep woods. It was really hard to adjust from 40mph to 2.5mph in a heart beat, from crazy-fast no-pedaling descending to granny gear climbing. Really strange to transition from such high speed to a tortoise-like crawl up steep hills and in between tightly spaced trees. But I made it through the woods, to the finish line, and no one passed me, so I won again.
When it was all done, I actually wanted to go more -- do another lap. Lots of energy left. The Hammer Nutrition products are really working well for me. And the race course was fun!
Anyway -- one last race to go in 2008 -- the King of the Rockies race!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
CLOTHING ORDER
We will be placing a clothing order on August 15th.
We should receive the order by October 20.
Please email me if you would like an order sheet.
Thanks,
Nathan colosoccer5@hotmail.com
303-929-7523
We should receive the order by October 20.
Please email me if you would like an order sheet.
Thanks,
Nathan colosoccer5@hotmail.com
303-929-7523
Cool Scripture to be Used for On the Cross
The war-carriages are rushing through the streets, pushing against one another in the wide ways, looking like burning lights, running like thunder-flames. Nahum 2.4
Does anybody have any history on this scripture?
Does anybody have any history on this scripture?
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