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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Real(ly) Estate

What an interesting point in life... transitioning between trying to finish an undergraduate degree and trying to peep what I'm going to attempt to do for a career after college.

I want to be financially independent.

I want to start something that I will enjoy and be successful at.

I don't want a 'regular' job for a 22 year old, soon to be 23. I want a career that I can grow into and learn something new everyday. I don't want somebody to tell me; "This is when you will do X, and this is how you will do X, no matter what." I like flexibility and open minds.

Today I met with a real estate brokerage in Colorado to talk about what is possible in the future. There was good news and good vibes, and some not so good news. None the less, I am excited and curious about the future.

Hopefully my readers can share their experiences they have had with real estate brokers and possibly some advice for somebody starting to earn their real estate license...

Thank you for reading, I hope to hear from you,

-Colt Peterson

P.S. I snapped a quick selfie after I got back from my meeting today, because it felt appropriate...

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Test test...

Hey there,

I am going to try to write something soon when looking at a screen doesn't hurt my brain. I am going to see how far I get on this past weekend's race report until my head starts to hurt. Kind of like a personal cognitive test to try to see where I'm at. That is all for now. I am healing and thankful that the accident was not worse. Thanks for reading, talk soon.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


Saturday 4/11/15 to Sunday 4/12/15...

This past Saturday was the Boulder Roubaix Road Race. It was 4 laps, a total of 75 miles for the men’s collegiate A category. There were about 60 starters for our field. About half of the racing was on lose, gravel, dirt roads, and the other half was on paved roads. Early on I was being very attentive and using lots of energy to stay in the front, as I knew people were going to crash at some point, and I wanted to avoid this at all costs. Also I wanted to feel out how the race was going to go down.

While jockeying for position going into a dirt climb, another collegiate rider was laughing at some of the aggressive maneuvers that were happening in the race. I didn’t think anything was funny here, because a couple of miles later, people were crashing all over the place, and gaps were opening up instantly. So I understand the necessity to ride at the front and stay as safe as possible. This means being aggressive and attentive.

Going through the feed zone on the third lap, which was by the start and finish area, there was a big gap that started to open as riders were all over the place and struggling to keep the pace with the front riders. On the first corner of the course in front of all the spectators, there was a big crash. Just like I had thought.

This is where the field split and the group I was in became much smaller in hopes to chase back onto the group in front of mine, all while still racing to catch the break away. A Denver University rider somehow made it back into the group that I was in while being covered in road rash and had dirt all over his jersey. I don’t know how he made it back to our chase group, but he was contributing as hard as he was struggling.

When it got technical on the dirt roads, this is where our group struggled even more. As I was trying to conserve energy in the small chase group I was in, I had taken a couple of the dirt switchbacks wrong, and had ended up in a ditch on the side of the road. Being cross eyed didn’t help in this situation either. After this I ended up finishing in the group who was right behind us, coming in for a 19th place.

I made some mistakes and bad choices, and paid the price, it was as simple as that. I was strong, had good legs, but things just didn’t come together on the day like I wanted them to. My teammate Bill won, over his rival he had been battling with all season long so far, so that was some good news to hear once I finished.

After the race I headed back home to start the process of recovery for the Criterium that I was racing on Sunday, the CU Stazio Criterium. I wanted to WIN after a disappointing performance on Saturday!

It’s obvious that some Criteriums are fast, unpredictable, exciting, dangerous, sketchy, painful, and many more things. However, at the CU Stazio Crit all of these feelings were present during the race. It was windy and I knew that if a split got away or up the road, I would have to be in it. Especially because there is a little 30 second power hill after the first corner that wears on the legs on this course. Keeping in mind that most of the racers I was racing against, had raced Roubaix the day before, just like me. However I had noticed that some collegiate racers decided to opt out of racing the criterium on Sunday. This could have been from possible injuries from Saturday, or being too tired/sore, or who knows…

About half way through the criterium race, there was a move that went off the front, and one of the main hitters that was still in the peloton had jumped into the crosswind section to bridge the gap. From what I saw, once he got across to the group of 4 or 5 that were echeloned in the gutter, he had overlapped wheels with the last rider, and had run out of racing room with the gutter on his other side. At this point, from what I saw, he tried to brake or pull his front wheel back and to the other side, so he was not overlapped with the wheel in front of him anymore. This is where it all went wrong.

He had crashed right in front of our fast chasing peloton with me being very close towards the front. The first thought that passed through my mind was; ‘oh great, I’m going to crash at attacking speed (+- 27 miles per hour) with a field full of chasers right behind me and there is nothing I can do’.

The second thought that popped into my head a split second later was; ‘bunny hop it so you don’t crash’. That is exactly what I did. When I thought it was the right time I bunny hopped the rider and his bike who had crashed right in front of me. While I was bunny hopping the rider’s bike slid towards the curb, which hit my front wheel and turned it sideways mid air. When I landed my wheel straightened out and I saved it. I don’t know how I made it through without crashing after my initial assessment of the situation in front of me.

WOW. I thought I was going to go down hard. Then I heard the others that were not as lucky as me. There was huge carnage right on the home straight, for all of the spectators to see.

The next lap we came around, they had decided to pause the race. There were people getting into ambulances and the whole bit. It was not a pleasant sight. Seeing teammates and friends bleed in front of you and on the pavement struggling to function isn’t the best of sights. This makes me value my skin that much more.

Working out all of the details, there were about 10 of us, who had a slight advantage, of about 15 seconds on the field, right before the crash had happened.

The officials decided to roll the 10 of us off the line, wait 15 seconds, then start the rest of the field. At this point it was only 6 laps to go. The field had shut the gap down to the 10 of us very quickly, as none of us CU riders were really willing to lay it down on the line and go for the win that far out.

With only a few laps to go, we had a good amount of CU riders at the front of the field, which was an essential part of the win. Everybody was riding really strong and smart. A FLC rider thought that he had won, but he had won the 1 lap to go prize, which was interesting to see his reaction, because there was no prize for winning 1 lap to go. I was behind my trusted teammate Bill as the lead out trains really started to get going. I made a suggestion to Bill, to not let another rider in front of him, but he made the lead out rider’s executive decision to go against it and let this rider in. I was comfortable with this decision because the rider he let in was a good one and Bill was riding like a beast!

As we came around the last corner with about 600 meters to the line, the sprint had started to ramp up with one guy barely dangling off of the front. I got a little anxious and started to sprint way early, but then realized I was not going to try to shoot a gap between the rider off the front and those sprinting that were echeloned into the gutter. So I had to slam on my brakes for a slight second to avoid another crash, which kind of pissed me off, because it made me think that my race was completely over, then Bill said something like “okay Colt, lets go…” At this point I had no choice but to give it 110% in the sprint

He opened the sprint up, and let me slip by as he shielded the wind on the inside, he enabled me to finish strong with about 200 meters to go, when the other riders had faded from starting the sprint too early. It was a satisfying win given the conditions of that specific day, and how the racing the day before went. It was also satisfying to see that my lead out man was right there with me at the end, taking second place!

I could not have done it without the help of Bill for the lead out, Lang for chasing down many break away moves previously, and all my other teammates who were out there! This really is a team sport, with lots of individual characteristics and efforts.

It was good to hear the announcer, Dave Towle, say; “its good to see CU back at the top again, winning lots of races this season so far…”

I had a fun Sunday finishing it off by volunteering at the race, for the later races happening that day. Also I was happy to have all of my skin and body in one piece.

Thanks for reading, please feel free to let me know what you think, and follow/holla at me on twitter/ Instagram @coltpeterson45 for more updates!

Going 1-2 with my teammate Bill!

Post win excitement selfie with collegiate number and stick roller in the background.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Air force race report

Aiforce Race Weekend, April 4, 2015.

The criterium on Saturday was 60 minutes, as usual. The field was about 40-50 starters. Towards the end of the race there were only about 15 or so of us left. This was because the course was difficult, it was windy, and positioning at the front of the field was a key component to even stay in this race, and many more factors.

The course was difficult because there were only a couple sections where one could put some power down to drive it. Also the pavement was full of potholes, cracks, lips, road repairs, cracks of death just big enough for one’s front wheel to slide into, you name it and this course had it.

The gun went off and the race had started. One kid from CMU went solo and was out there for a couple of laps by himself. Then a teammate of mine, Noah, had started to encourage a Mines rider to “go, no you go, no, you go...!” and so on. As I was giggling to myself on who would go first...

This all happened right in front of me as the field had just brought back another move and everybody was feeling a little tired… Eventually they linked up to catch the CMU rider off of the front. The three of them dangled at about 20ish seconds for a few laps, but 3 out of 4-5 teams were represented well in the break away, so it was gone. I remember Andrew, a team mate from one of the kids who was in the break away for Mines, coming up next to me and saying “yea Colt that’s the move”… and he was right.

Ideally we would have had one or two more CU riders in the break away move, to try to stack the odds against the other teams. However it was just the three of them that got away. The move was gone, as I was in the field I could see them gaining on us each lap the way parts of the course were set up.

Eventually they lapped the field, and we tried to help our guy Noah, to come around the last corner in first position, like he told me he wanted to. However this did not happen as we got swarmed with one to two laps to go. Most people let the three guys who lapped sort out their business at the front of the race on their own, because they were a lap ahead of each of us.

As a team we could have done better to set our man who had lapped the field in a better way, but that did not go as planned, WHICH IS BIKE RACING.

The disappointing part is that the move that stuck and lapped the field happened right in front of me, at the front of the field. What if I had jumped and gotten across to my team mate and the other Mines kid in the beginning as they were encouraging each other to "go, no you go, go.. nooo, you go" would the field have chased us down? Would the field have let me stay in the move if I was up there?

Who knows, but after the race it leaves one to wonder if this one person saved too much energy in the beginning of the race to try to use it later. Or it makes one wonder that if starting at the back of the field on this technical of a course is the dumbest thing to do, and a great way to waste mental and physical energy? At one point, early on when there were still lots of riders, I was actually worried about getting dropped because of the slinky effect that was happening towards the back of the field, while the pace was quick.

Anyways, there were things that the team and myself learned, and will continue to do better next time. There were lots of crashes, dumb mistakes, riders hitting cones, slipping pedals through corners, etc that are still taking some time to get used to. I GUESS THESE ARE ALL PART OF BIKE RACING!

Our man ended up in second place, which wasn’t a bad result, but it could have gone better for all of us. I think I ended up in the top 10, but not exactly sure. It's frustrating when missing the break away move, but sometimes thats what happens when you have a lot of good team mates in the race who all want to be in the move.

Thats all that I have to report for now on this weekend's past racing, thanks for reading, talk soon..

-Colt Peterson

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Fort Lewis Race Weekend - Victories for teammates!!

Fort Lewis Race Weekend, Durango, CO. 3/28/29/15

Traveling to Durango I carpooled with a couple fellow buffs, in my box car. It was about a 6-hour drive, while stopping for some necessities along the way.

Sitting in the car is something that I need to get better at. Especially pre/post race; when all one wants to do is ride, stretch, eat, and sleep, etc.

Anyways we arrived around 10pm Friday night and checked into our hotel room and got ready for the race in the morning. I pumped up my air mattress and got ready for bed all by around 11pm. I was not doing a Team Time Trial (TTT) so I didn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn and race at 8am.

I was planning on spending my energy for the Criterium on Saturday and the Road Race Sunday.

Saturday’s crit on the Fort Lewis campus was not near as much fun as the one they had a couple years ago with the short and steep hill in it. Not to start off on too much of a negative note, just saying.

Before the race, CU’s el Jefe, (the Boss) came up to me and said something along the lines of “Colt, we know that you can win bike races, lets try to get your teammates to win some races this weekend, I really think that it would help make you an all around better bike racer and you might learn something new.”

As he said this about five minutes before the start of the crit on Saturday, it definitely changed my racing tactics, and perspective on the weekend overall. I was not opposed to his suggestion, nor did I think negatively of it. I wanted to see what my teammates could accomplish as they too were also riding really well.

The course had some long straights with barriers, and some very windy sections, which made it challenging to draft and ride in the field efficiently. There were also some technical sections and a hard right hand turn before the finish that changed up the pace of the race. This was a challenging course to begin with.

On the day, one of my teammates rode like the strength of five men put together, his name was Lang. He pretty much went off the front from the beginning of the race with a couple other riders, dropped some of them, then rode away for a solo victory. A solo victory is like the holy grail, those are the best kinds of wins, all alone.

I wish I could have helped him achieve this victory more towards the end of the race, but I got caught up in the groups behind him. This race was all his. I don’t think anybody was going to do anything to change the outcome of this race, he had the W locked up. He was a happy camper after the race, as was the entire team, we have just been racking up the wins and spreading the wealth within the team, which is always nice.

Sunday was the road race. The men’s Collegiate A’s started at 8am. Haha awesome, we love waking up super early in the morning, eating hotel cereal for a pre race meal, and riding to the course in freezing cold temperatures. Not that I’m complaining or anything. We started the course of 9 laps. Each lap had a wicked long and fast decent into a significantly steep hill, lasting around 4-5 minutes, then some rollers for another few miles. The nine laps were relatively short, but still painful.

One of my teammates, Bill, attacked from the gun, and people were joking about it, but it actually got the racing and attentiveness of other racers started quickly. There wasn’t too much of the looking around and thinking “you attack, no you attack, no you go, no you, etc.”

A couple of laps in I found myself solo off of the front after the climb for a little while, then two more major teams bridged up to me and we all started working together. But we still had 6 or 7 laps to go, which seemed like a long way. I think our gap got up to 45 seconds.

During this move, another CSU rider bridged up to us, now they had two in our break away move, with me being the only CU rider. We had agreed that a good plan was to take it steady on the climb and drill it on the flat section after and continue to drill it on the downhill coming back into the climb. With this much racing left to go, we thought that this was a solid plan.

The other CSU rider who had bridged up to our group, didn’t think this was a great plan for some reason and decided to start attacking our small break away group. Like I said before, there was still a fair amount of racing left to go. 4 guys who were committed to the move could have had a great chance against a chasing field, but not when things got disorganized, and not all the teams were represented.

We stayed away for about 4 laps, and then the teams who had missed the move were forced to work to bring the group of us back.

By this time, I was pretty tired since I had committed to this small move early in the race. I was not worried as we still had 6 or 7 guys looking strong in the field towards the end of the race.

This small break away of ours early in the race really taught me that when you commit to a move, it can really tax how your legs feel later on in the race. I mean duhhhh right?!

With a couple laps to go I got dropped from the field with one of my break away companions from CSU, and rode in to finish. My teammate, Bill, the one who attacked form the gun, had ended up winning by a bike throw against the team that was forced to chase back our break away move earlier in the race, (Mines).

It was so awesome to see two different teammates win both Saturday and Sunday’s races. They helped me win a couple weekends ago, and now it was their time to shine, and when push came to shove, they came through and capitalized.

It is a good feeling to know that in some minor way I helped my teammates get a victory each of these days.

As a team we will continue to be hungry and humble, as we try to dominate the collegiate races representing University of Colorado at Boulder.

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Thanks for reading.

My bike in our hotel room.

Suffering on the Climb with a teammate, post breakaway attempt.

Our original breakaway group of three, suffering up the climb.

Stretching and foam rolling party in the hotel hallway, I'm furthest away from the photographer, in the middle.

Moving up in the crit on the right side, all while chasing my teammate off the front.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Second Victory - CSU Oval Criterium - Collegiate A's

YEA BABY, I got my second win of the season today!!

Collegiate Mens A Race in Fort Collins, CO; at the CSU Oval Criterium.

The team rode great, it was a very technical course, with many potholes, and rough patches in the corners, so I thought that a field sprint was likely due to how hard it was in the beginning, with everybody having fresh legs and using bullets that weren't necessarily there. There was always something to keep one's head up and alert for. Also I thought a group of 8 or 9 racers would be much harder to let slip away, compared to a group of 2-4 guys on this technical of a course.

It was one to go and our assigned sprinter for the day (Bill) was staying on my wheel through a lot of chaos in a bunchy, which was amazing, as my job was to put him in the correct sprinting position toward the end of the race. Then again, hey, c'mon, its a bike race... you never know whats going to happen, especially at the end.

Going into the last oval with about 500 meters to go (big round about on campus) I took control of the cement gutter (which had a good sized lip to the asphalt,) which was scary tight, on the inside with my team mate behind me, 400 meters to go, then two CMU racers who were infront of us, and at the front of the race, had realized what we were doing, the first one shut the door on me and my team mate, 300 meters to go, but in doing so his sprinter had started sprinting around him on the outside of his right already, when his lead out man slowed down, it gave me the "needle to thread" as the LA track crew would say.

It happened; the guy who came in second was my team mate Bill, who was third last weekend. The CMU racer I was sprinting against originally had a great explosive kick, but I knew I had it once the sprint started because I was already gaining on him in time for the line.

This was not an easy win.

Let me be clear here, hahaaha, some people say "oh it was an easy win? huh"...


In the final sprint, when I saw the path, it was like tunnel vision, I had the feeling that nobody was going to stop me. I was following the rules, being aggressive, and racing my bike...thats just me being honest.

I felt my rear tire sliding a little around the last oval corner, or I was just pulling up so hard on my handlebars in the sprint, my rear wheel was going up and down, and side to side. This must have been all of that strength work at RallySport. This also reminded me of some drifting races I have seen online.

Another cool thing that I can reflect upon is that I didnt even really overthink 'what gear should I be in for the sprint?', 'how am I going to go beat all these guys when im about to get boxed in?' and blah blah blah.

Instead it was all natural and positive, which I think is awesome and shows some good progress from where I was at before...there were definitely scary parts, but once the race was on, it was on, and thats bike racing.

It was nice having everybody congratulate me and tell me that they enjoyed watching the finish of the race as well.

Just some thoughts about the race.

After I went and did some base and climbing for another couple hours. Then got some good recovery on, and drove home.

Celebration Shot, Photo Cred; Ryan Muncy.

more photos to come soon!

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Thanks for reading yo!

Monday, March 16, 2015

First Collegiate Race Win of the Season!!!

Hey there blog followers,

Yesterday, 3/15/15 was the Oredigger Classic Collegiate Criterium. It was held in Golden, CO. It is about a 30 minute drive down HWY 93, South of Boulder. I showed up in time for the CU team meeting before the race, changed into my kit, got in a short warm up on the rollers, then hit the start line in full skin suit ready to battle.

Before the race started, I had an official tell me that my number was pinned too low and that I needed to move it up. Something inside of me wanted to tell him "its not going to matter because I'm going to win this race black and white", but instead I politely asked if he could make an exception to where it should be placed, considering that the race was about to start in about 30 seconds, and that I have always put my number in the same spot and had been scored correctly every time. He knew it was not a big deal, so he didn't really care. I didn't see him enforcing the rule that says collegiate riders must wear their school kit, or plain black shorts, with no sponsors on them. There were other riders wearing their trade team clothing, which was full of sponsors. If officials are going to enforce petty rules, then they should enforce them for the entire field. Anyways, this was not a big deal, just a side rant with a peek of the more confident Colt Peterson.

(Whistle sound)(the sound of about 50-60 bike racers clipping into their pedals)then... we were off. 60 minutes of suffering and survival had begun. The racing started hard as lots of riders wanted to establish a break away, and still had fresh legs.

Within the first 20 minutes I was caught up in a crash. It was on the first hard left hand turn, where the cement gutter had stuck out from the asphalt by more than a few inches, right in the apex of the turn. Thankfully nothing major happened to me. I took a free lap and jumped back in the race. I wasn't going to let this effect my result on the day.

Looking back this crash might have even helped me. Even though I would prefer to not be involved in a crash in any way. It made me look at the race and the course differently. It made me realize that there was going to be another crash, probably in the same spot. I could just feel it. This being said, I made sure not to leave the front of the field. It was too scary to ride towards the back.

As my teammates and I took turns going with moves up the road, there was another crash, in the same exact spot. This time I was smart and lucky enough to be in front of it. I hope all of those who were caught up in the crashes are okay and nothing major happened.

At this point all I could think of was the conversation that my coach, Neal Henderson, and I had a few days before this race. He told me that he thought I could focus more on race day and bring it all together for the result I wanted. At this point I was thinking of every possible scenario I thought this race could play out. I was prepared for all of them, mentally and physically. All while listening to my body asking myself "Colt, why are you abusing me like this?"

The field was so shattered I think there were about 15-20 guys in the front group with about 10 minutes left. It was looking like a field sprint finish was upon us. Most of the riders were tired from the difficult course and nobody was really willing to let anything go up the road. Great! I had 3 other team mates who were being active and riding incredibly strong and smart. Just what I wanted!

I let them know that I was feeling good for the sprint, and my thoughts on how we could secure the win for this race. I continued to communicate with my teammates who were still in the race, and they were all doing an amazing job communicating back to me.

With a half lap to go, another rider from a different school tried to barge into our lead out train by taking his hands off of his bars and arm baring my hip to try to move me out of the way. However I said something along the lines of "keep your hands on your bars" and proceeded to secure my teammates wheel infront of me, as I thought this was the correct thing to do in the heat of the moment. We came around the last corner with my team mate in front of me (Noah), and another teammate behind me (Bill) with about 300 meters to go.

The sprint had begun, and I just barely managed to come around my teammate Noah right at the line, for the Win! We went 1-2-3. We brought out the broom and swept the podium. This was a great feeling, as there were some other quality riders in the field racing against us, representing other schools. I could not have done it without my teammates, and their skills.

Sometimes this sport really is like a roller coaster. One weekend you have a bad race, (like last weekend, the first racing weekend of the year, getting lapped by a teammate and the officials messing up our finish) and the next weekend you win a race. One week you feel like superman on the bike during training, then your coach decides to twist the screw a little bit more, and then the next week you feel dead and tired of even seeing your bike at some points.

As I train and race more throughout my cycling career, I am constantly trying to perfect the formula to delivery race wins and great performances to learn along the way. To me, this is the hard part, putting all of the pieces of the puzzle together. Trust me, cycling is more than a 1000 piece puzzle, and it takes a long time to put it all together.

Once again I want to thank the CU team and all of my teammates who helped me deliver this Win. Hopefully there will be more Win reports like this one in the future. I also want to thank everybody else who has believed in me, supported me, and cheered for me when nobody else was. Thanks!

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Here I can be seen throwing my bike at the line for the Win! (Photo Cred: Forrest Russell)

Max Watts was 1301 according to my SRM bike computer.

My teammate Bill leading the charge for CU!

Here I can be seen taking a sip of Osmo Hydration mid race, to stay hydrated on such a beautiful day in Golden, CO.

Post Win selfie, #skobuffs!

As the race was strung out, I was comfortable riding behind my lead out man, Noah who is pictured first here.

What do I do the day after a race? Go to class, catch up on homework, clean bikes, laundry, drink fresh juice, hopefully hangout with a cute girl, and lots of rest. (This is an example of the goofy selfies that I take if you don't follow me on Instagram)

Thanks for reading, and stay tuned!

-Colt Peterson.