I raced my bike today. See yesterday's post for the exact definition of the word "race". I think we pretty much nailed that plan. Again, to recap, we = me &
@seanrunnette, aka Laurel & Hardy of the woods. We started together, rode together, and finished together. Gonna steal Pete's finish line pic here:
I almost look like I belong at these races. Getting there. Gonna also say this - today was great being able to ride with Sean. We kept each other sane, we paced each other, kept the creepy voices out of our heads by implanting them in each other's heads. And at the end, I eased up because I wanted Sean to cross the line first. He deferred, and as we rolled down I looked at my chain which had just fallen off for the 5th time of the day (so much for those locking RDs), and I rolled down the hill and coasted across the finish line. And we did it. Our rolling time was 3:30.
Rewind to the start.
Got in the car and
@UtahJoe had dropped me a text asking what our ETA was. I estimated 9:15. It was around 8:00 and he said he was already there. I guess my sense of anxiety is really non-existent at this point for me to care so little about the timing. I mean, it's an endurance race. My aim is to show up, get number, poop, then line up. I really don't need to add any more time than that. Today was a little different, in that D and I were driving up together, then she was going to head home and I was going to get a lift from
@pooriggy.
So I got ready, got my pit bag and my clothes bag, and went down to get our numbers. Pinned number, dropped bags in the pit, hit the rest room, then talked briefly to everyone and we took a pic. Also had a nice few words with KW before the race.
Lined up with Sean and
@graveyardman67 and rolled out moderately, talking and just pacing the start out. Before long we were in the woods and Bill was off. Sean and I decided that it wasn't worth following him and we just let things work out organically. The start is a bit of a mess, but we did our best to not burn up too much. The new-ish stuff in that 3-5 mile realm was a meat-grinder but it is what it is, and each time we came upon a group of riders we just paced them and let them bobble out of the way, one-by-one.
After an hour or so, we had done 9 miles and I was feeling like Bill's prediction of 3.5 was actually somehow realistic. Sean & I took turns pulling through the lap, and he did a bang-up job of riding Sitting/Shitting Bull/Bear Extension (whatever it's called) in reverse totally clean. He may be tall but my man is riding well.
Got through that first lap at 1:40 Garmin time, which was definitely ahead of anything I thought was realistic. Stopped and swapped bottles, ate a mini Clif bar, and headed out again.
Lap 2 I took the lead and Sean was happy to follow my lines. He had done a pre-ride this week and somehow he was able to remember pretty much the narrative of the whole course. I had just ridden it less than 2 hours before, and I really could not remember how it all went. All I knew was that there wasn't any climb that was specifically so sucky that I was dreading it.
About halfway through the lap we were still almost clinging to that 9 mph average but then we started to fade a bit, and the 8.9 slid down more towards 8.5 slowly. We were both feeling the day wear on us, but with 8 to go...6 to go...5 to go...we knew it was going to be a matter of pedaling it out.
So with 5 to go we are left with that last Sitting BearBull piece and we are going back & forth with some other Cycles 54 guy. He was ahead of us for a while but then we got to The Pipe, which I had screwed up earlier and he bobbled well before it, leaving me to try it first. I managed to clear it this time (first time was kinda surprised and took a miserable angle). Sean bobbled and then he was between us as we headed towards that last rocky section. I pulled over to let him go because I am sticking with my man.
We go across that stream, and mind you this is low-speed, not any sort of race to the end. Sean pops back a little bit but we head up the section, and while he bobbles a bit I tell him to keep going. He rides the rest clean and I clean it this time much to my surprise. As we are turning a corner, the guy says, "Well if you guys won't talk about cyclocross on the podcast, can we talk about it right now?"
Color me surprised. I guess maybe more people are reading & listening to this stuff than I imagined.
So it turns out that it's
@choop and we've been riding together for 20 minutes or so. We hit the fire road and I let him go past. Somewhere at the end of the rocky bit I had snuck by him again - my memory is long gone at this point so I don't know where. I just know that the last rock face towards the end triggered the "we gonna cramp you sucka" vibes from about 6 different muscles.
We finished the fire road, turned onto the last bit of single track, then climbed the last few punchy climbs before the fire road finish. On the next to last climb, my muscles locked up entirely, and I stopped dead and had to get off. I walked to the top, got back on my bike, and pulled out the old bit of Maurice advice to just ride through it. As impossible as it may seem, that actually works. I then climbed the last hill with no cramps, then we rode out the fire road to the end. See above for the last 30 seconds of the race.
So there you go. I guess I am back in some form. I'm not as fit as I want to be, nor as thin. But I'm fitter and thinner than I was maybe a year ago. So hopefully this is the first of a handful of races I end up doing this year.
Thanks for reading!
PS. D finished in the 2 hour ballpark, was happy with her race, but had scooted out before I was done. So Iggy hooked me up with a ride home. Here she is nailing down the end of the lap. Super happy to see her back out there today. We've planted the seed for French Creek in a week from now. We'll see...