31 October 2012

What's Next?

With the BT Epic over and done with, my 2012 season is basically over. I'm treating November and December like a J-Term of sorts...time to do some fitness/training experiments. Even though I didn't realize it until halfway through the month, October was my off-season. I had 2 big adventure races in September, so I didn't really train much this month, instead choosing to race (and recover from) 2 big mountain bike races. I may not have derived a lot of fitness from them, but my technical mtb skills improved SUBSTANTIALLY (although not hard to do since I wasn't that great to begin with) and I learned a lot about what motivates me as an athlete - the stoke. And thank goodness the promoters of the BT Epic (Scott and Jake) shared some with me because I'm totally fired up to go back to their race in 2013.
My October log...that's a lot of zeros.
A "normal" month for me is usually about 70 hours of training and racing combined (and yes I did calculate this based on my AttackPoint log). So my 31 hours of activity in October is a huge drop-off (especially considering 15 of those were racing hours). But, I needed it the break I had a weird knee niggle from CPT Nats that needed resting. I had a number of days when I just felt like going home and sleeping after work. So that's what I did. I took a zero. 22 of them, in fact.
There's been more than one instance of this in the last 2 weeks.
So after my "month of rest", where do I stand? What's motivating me to get back in the 70 hr/mon groove? I have a couple things coming up. The first is at attempt at 30 runs in 30 days for November. I can't remember where I first heard of this idea but it is perfect for what I need right now...increased frequency at low intensity. All of these runs I am intending to do (provided my knee holds up) at or below MAF heartrate. 30 minutes is the minimum to "count". I'll do a couple straight-up MAF tests to check progress but really I'm just interested in starting to build my base for 2013. Interested in joining me? That's simple, I'll be running (EASY!!) every day in November. Get in touch!
I've also started working with a nutrition coach. This is something I've wanted to do for a while, but Ironman sorta sucked any spare change I had into its trademarked M-dot logo. Now I'm back in the black and working with Christine aka The Holistic Guru to optimize what I eat. I gained a few pounds this summer, and how does that make me feel? Well, fat, for one thing, but not in a panicky way, more of in a laughing "wow look how quickly I got soft" way. (love ya Katie!!) Guru and I have chatted a bit already and I think we both agree I have a lot of the puzzle pieces in my head and in my fridge, but I have to learn better ways to put them all together. One of the first comments from her after chatting about my daily diet was "are you vegetarian??". The answer is no, but I was definitely lacking in protein consumption. So we're on a mission to fix that, and also get me lean and mean for 2013!
Me, Mike, Bill, David, and Rachel after Castlewood 2011.
Finally, December is gonna be fun. The first weekend I will race in my 4th straight Bonk Hard Castlewood 8hr AR. This event in 2009 was my first adventure race of all time, and it got me hooked. The following two years, I was on teams motivated to win, which was a blast. This year, I'm following in the footsteps of ROCK Racing and captaining an all-newbie team. I've recruited three people from Pfoodman Racing (my mountain bike team) to race as "The Pfast and the Pfurious" on the (p)first day of December. I'm stoked to introduce more people to the wild wonderful world of AR.

The weekend following will be full of company parties and the unofficial St. Louis championship of trail running - Pere Marquette Endurance Trail Run. I'm back for the 4th time and excited to see if I can finally win my age group after placing 2nd the past 2 years. No wimps, no whiners!! Pin It

30 October 2012

Event Report: 2012 BT Epic

I'm not really sure how to put a race report together for the BT Epic. Yes, there was a start line and a finish line and number plates and timing. But I never really felt like it was a race for me, and I mean that in a good way. The weekend felt more like an event (hence the post title), almost a mtb tour for me, and despite the perceived lack of competition, it was the perfect ending to my 2012 season.

I rode down to the race (Bass River Resort) with Jeff of Alpine Shop adventure racing fame, and shared a cabin with him and his AR teammate David. I wasn't planning on staying in a cabin but the weekend's chilly weather made me really glad I had a roof over my head. It was cool hanging out with "the boys" and nice to have other equally-obsessive people to bounce ideas off of before the race, especially regarding calories and clothing. I had planned on riding in just shorts and a long-sleeve jersey but after Jeff mentioned that he was wearing his winter mtb shoes, I started to reconsider. I ended up wearing normal shoes, normal socks, knee warmers, shorts, a thin wool t-shirt, a long-sleeve jersey, my pack, a borrowed shell from David, and borrowed gloves from Jeff. This combo kept me really happy all day, starting with the 32F temps at Bass and then finishing around 55F.

I planned to consume about 1900 calories and got just about everything down. 3 bottles of 280cal IMPerform (CarboRocket Half-Evil is out of stock...BOOOO!), fun-size Snickers bars, a Honey Stinger gel, 2 mini cans of Coke, and most of a flask of LiquidShot. I shared some of my Snickers with a guy who was bonking on the ride up to Berryman Campground. I also needed 8 e-caps to fix my cramping problems later in the race (more on that later). I didn't use a bento box (for a selfish reason, I wanted to stare at the "pedal damn it" on the top tube instead of covering it up) and instead relied on my new pack's accessible pockets. They worked okay, but a bento is still way better.
Start line. Note the frost still on the grass. I was wayyyyy back in the pack.
The start line was a flurry of saying hi to friends, trying to fix Jeff's tire which had suddenly gone flat, and staying warm. Scott and Jake had a few announcements and then we were off. I was way in the back of the pack but totally content to just roll the first 5ish miles on gravel. I still rode harder than I should have, but I did warm up quite quickly. From the start my legs didn't feel great but they weren't terrible either. The low sun angle at the start, combined with our easterly direction of travel and the layer of shiny leaves on the ground made visibility rather difficult for the first hour or so. I was in a crowd the whole time, but didn't really mind it, even when we all got stuck walking up a climb. My attitude is, you can do yourself a lot more harm than good in the first 1-2 hours of an endurance mtb race, so I just focused on riding smooth and in control.

Porta-potty at the start line, before it got delivered to the Brazil Creek aid station. Yep, we're in central MO.
I arrived at Brazil Creek and was surprised to be there already, it hadn't felt like we were riding that long. I checked my time against my planned splits and I was actually 10 minutes behind my goal pace, but I still felt fast so my mood was good. I briefly stopped to shout out my number and then hiked up the nasty little climb south of Hwy W. Right after that section, I was caught on someone's GoPro camera, you can check it out here (watch for me at 3:50):

The Brazil-Berryman section was also good for me, I kept "just riding along" even as the crowd started to thin out. I stopped to take off my shell jacket at some point, and to pee. Rolling into Berryman Campground meant the first third of the race was done, and I was greeted by a huge round of cheers from TTM and company. That felt really cool, and there was even a volunteer (Teresa, was that you??) to help me with my drop bag. I deposited my jacket, swapped bottles, and was gone. I hadn't lost any more time on that section so was still 10 minutes behind my goal.
Drop bags all lined up at Berryman Campground.
The second section is the "South Loop" which is 10 miles of OT singletrack and 7 miles of gravel road. Except, I added some distance when I blew past the left turn-off for the OT just past Berryman Campgound.  I knew about the turn, Hunter and I had ridden it the weekend before, it was marked well, but I still missed it somehow. After a few hundred meters, the jeep trail stopped "feeling right", but a couple of riders around me kept going so I followed them. Minutes later, we see a CROWD of people (seriously, like at least 10 riders) riding back at us so we all turn around and backtrack to the correct turn. The whole ordeal was probably about 5-6 minutes. Soon I was on the OT and pulling a train of guys behind me (yes Pryor and Busken this really did happen, quit laughing). I felt fast and their presence made me push harder. I walked the bridge over Lost Creek and then through the sandy section. The rest of the South Loop I tried to push the pace and hang with guys when I could. I saw no women so I had no idea where I was in that race. But, it didn't really matter to me since I was having fun, riding an awesome bike, and enjoying a great trail. The gravel back to Berryman Campground was fine too, although I rode it alone and was wishing for a buddy to trade pulls.

Back at Berryman Campground to start the last section, I had lost another 10 minutes on the South Loop so now I was 20 minutes down from my goal split. And again, this didn't even bother me. I saw one girl (Melissa) that I knew of from AR at the checkpoint, and knew that she was fast. She seemed to be taking her time "in transition" so I tried to hustle, downing a mini-coke, stuffing another one in my pack, swapping gloves and bottles, and loading oreos in my pocket. She was still there when I rolled out and I congratulated myself on the quick stop. I hit the singletrack and was still not feeling great, but not feeling terrible. Pretty soon I heard wheels roll up behind me and as usual, I asked if they want by. But, this time, it was a girl's voice that answered and sure enough, Melissa had caught me. I let her by and decided to stay on her wheel for the rest of the race. That worked for awhile, except I started cramping and decided to stop and load up on e-caps to fix that. I basically tried to spend a penny now to save a dollar later, or however that phrase goes. I also chugged the rest of my bottle and discovered that my 2L CamelBak was dry. Thankfully, "the bathtub" (aka Beecher Spring) was only a few minutes up the trail so I knew I could refill there. Even though Melissa was out of sight, I told myself that even just a 30- or 45-second gap is out of sight on twisty singletrack, so keep riding as strong as possible and maybe I'd catch her.
Screen grab (of me!!) from the youtube vid above.
The singletrack continued onto a new re-route that added maybe a mile or two to last year's race course, but bypassed a notoriously muddy/gross section of trail (the "peanut butter section" according to Jeff). I'd ridden it before but it still seemed long and the new trail was still quite jarring on my hardtail. Finally, FINALLY, it dumped us back into Harmon Spring. On the climb out of the Spring, I drank a mini-can of Coke (yes, while riding, I'm very proud) and even though I hadn't seen Melissa yet, I was still quite happy to be on my bike. The gravel back to the finish was tough, but I caught a pull for maybe a mile from Josh of Walt's Bikes which was motivating. Then he was too fast so I cruised the rest of the way back to Bass and finished in 6:33!!

The huge fire, Courtney's green hat, my FE hat, and a bunch of other people.
The rest of the evening was really fun. Scott and Jake had a massive bonfire going so I cleaned up at the cabin and then returned to Race HQ for dinner, s'mores, and beverages. I caught up with all my people friends and even my dog friends; Hunter's awesome dog Middy acted like she remembered me and that made me super happy. I ended up missing my time goal by 33 minutes, which at first I wasn't really pleased about (although not angry either) but as I see others' finishing times, it seems like this was a slow year given the leaves and new re-routes (thanks for the improvements, GORC and OTA!). The awards presentation was awesome, tequila and whiskey included, and I won a mini-tool box and a 2010 BTEpic jersey in the raffle. Sweet!! The rest of the night was spent either at the bonfire or back at the cabin hanging out with our neighbors Keith, Courtney, Pryor, Busken, Mo, and a special appearance by Mr. TTM himself! The party even continued the next morning when Courtney invited me, Jeff, and David over for a delicious breakfast of (skinny) pancakes, eggs, and bacon! Amazing!!

So, wrapping this up, I didn't have a mind-blowing result for the last race of my season. But, it wasn't terrible, and I didn't really expect greatness either. And, the more I look at my times given the perspective of the course conditions, I'm extremely satisfied. My fitness is on the decline due to the lack of training I've been doing in October. But that's expected, even desired, for me at this point in the year and given what I want to accomplish in the future. The BT Epic also gave me what I wanted from it: a reason to improve my technical mtb skills, an enjoyable day on the trail, and an enjoyable weekend with the STL mtb community. Check, check, aaaaaaaaand check.

And yes, I am SO STOKED to come back to this event next year. Pin It

23 October 2012

The Stoke

Even though Burnin' was fun, it left me feeling mixed up inside. I was a little confused about my win because stopping at 5 laps just seemed....not as soul-crushing as what I'd been mentally preparing for. In 2011, Wendy rocked 6 laps for the buckle. The year before that, Jen Goldstein pumped out 7. Don't get me wrong, I was just as thrilled to start partying early as Wendy was, but waking up the next morning, I honestly felt a little unworthy. My only consolation was that the women's 6hr winner completed 4 laps so at least I had one more than her. There was also some post-race drama that left me feeling hollow and sad. I won't go into it because that's not you came here to read. But, everything combined had me bummin during the week after Burnin and really unsure if I should even start the next (and final*) race on my 2012 calendar: a 55-mile mountain bike event known around these parts as the BT Epic.

I expressed my reservations to a few friends and even proposed racing as a team to cut my mileage down. I figured it would be a game-day decision how far I would be racing, or if I would even be racing at all, or maybe just riding. All of these options were big red flags to my psyche: I had lost my stoke.

I can come up with a million reasons why my stoke had gone missing. I have had a long season with some big efforts and big results (for me). I haven't exactly put in a consistent/focused training block since Ironman Couer d'Alene, instead just making occasional deposits to and frequent withdrawals from the EK Bank of Fitness. And mountain biking is much much harder on your aerobic system than triathlon is, making those sub-MAF rides a thing of the past. I started looking past the race and craving some solid base-phase training. It's not exactly a good sign to be craving a heart rate in the 130s when you need 6+ hours of 165ish to get the job done at BT Epic.

Running from zombies. Nerd alert - I wore my compass for this race. Photo by John Peiffer.
Then, this weekend happened. Despite my opinion that adding zombies (or obstacles, yes I went there) to any race makes it less credible and more trendy, I raced in the Ballwin Series' Zombie Chase on Saturday morning. And get this...it was fun. I won overall (not just female overall, but overall overall) and got a plastic skull for my efforts. But the cool thing was seeing a bunch of people (kids especially) out running around in the woods. These people may not have raced if the zombies weren't chasing them. I left Castlewood full of appreciation for just getting outside, doing your best, and yes, zombies.

Me, zombie, zombie, One-Arm James, zombie, Jeff. Also note zombie in background on a cell phone...calling for MORE BRAINS?! Photo by John Peiffer.
After the race we had a Pfoodman team bbq to eat the leftovers (trust me, we had lots) from Burnin', and I wore my newly-belted buckle. My teammates thought it was really cool, and they reminded me that a buckle is a buckle is a badass buckle. And I couldn't have done it without their heckling encouragement on Friday, help in the pit during the race, help climbing the podium and then returning to my tent on Saturday night. The stoke started to seep back into my veins.
Skull and a buckle. Photo by Ralph Pfremmer.
Then on Sunday I hit the road with HH to pre-ride the south loop of the BT Epic course. It's probably a little much to drive the 3+ hour round trip to Berryman for a 2hr ride, but neither of us had seen the south loop and wanted to check it out before race day. And I had a borrowed bike that I needed to test. I rode a sick Air9 from one of my Pfoodman teammates, and that combined with the easy pace and beautiful woods made for a full-on stoke recharge. Then to top it all off, we met the BT Epic promoters Scott and Jake at the end of the singletrack. They were out marking the course and were excited to hear we were racing. They were excited to tell us their plans for the drop bags. They were excited to tell us stories about past years. They were most of all excited to tell us about the post-race party and how fun it will be to stay at Bass on Saturday. Meeting them, seeing the hard work they were putting into their event, just completely sealed the deal for me wanting to race and to race hard. The stoke had returned.
GO READ IT: http://semi-rad.com/2012/09/do-you-have-the-stoke-2/
To put things truly over the edge, after the ride we were loading bikes and we hear this large truck pull up. It's Scott and Jake again, finished with their day's trail prep, cruising by the parking lot to see if we were still there and offer us a beer. These guys are so awesome. We all had a drink and talked about the upcoming weekend. They had the stoke and they were sharing it. Thumbs up for rock and roll.
2010 BT Epic course. 55 miles of mostly singletrack in Mark Twain National Forest.
This weekend was exactly what I needed to turn my frown upside-down. The trail is in awesome shape, the pre- and post-race gatherings are going to be amazing, and the most crazy-nice bike I've ever ridden is ready to crush some singletrack. I have several badass friends racing on Saturday too, and even if my legs don't show up, it's going to be an honor to share the trail and a beer with them. SO STOKED!!

*Technically I still have 2 races left in 2012, but they are both in December so I'm not even considering them part of "this season". Pin It

15 October 2012

Race Report: 2012 Burnin at the Bluff 6hr, no 12hr solo

Burnin at the Bluff: the mountain bike race for everyone who's anyone in the greater St. Louis area. Relay teams and solo racers compete for who can complete the most laps around Council Bluff Lake, a 13-mile loop of fun singletrack.

Backstory: see here.

I drive down to CBL solo, jamming out my standard pre-race playlist with some added tracks from Mumford & Sons and Trampled by Turtles (yeah MK!). The drive down to Potosi has turned into one of my favorites and this weekend the trees are approaching peak colors...it's beautiful. I roll into the campgound a little before sunset and find the Pfoodman compound...it's not hard when we have 4 campsites, about 10 people tents, 2 food tents, and...get this...a movie tent from our sponsor Polk Audio. Talladega Nights is playing as we make/eat dinner; I only have a little since I've brought my standard pre-race pizza (bbq chicken, yum) that I made at home.
What? Peat wearing spandex? (and me in the background pre-race) Photo by Karen Holtmann
Of course while we're eating, the conversation turns to the race ahead of us tomorrow. My teammate Sally and I are both signed up for the 6hr solo category, along with a few other women. But, there is only 1 other woman doing the 12hr solo race, Wendy Davis aka Sasha Petrosevich who has won this race twice before. While I was night-riding with GearJunkie/WEDALI at the Berryman 24hr AR (note: new pics added!), I really enjoyed the section we had on the CBL trail and it planted a seed in my head about doing the 12hr at Burnin, but since then nothing grew out of that seed. Now at dinner I'm getting comments from the peanut gallery that I should "woman up" and give Wendy some competition. I hem and haw and after doing some calorie calculations, I agree that I'll race the 12hr in the morning. Nothing like doubling up your race distance the night before!

Race morning is damp and misty. It takes The Claw and I several attempts to get the gas burner started so we can have our precious coffee...we finally take a coal from the fire, light a paper towel wick, and then use that to light the propane. Pancakes are on the menu but I brought my own (again, standard pre-race) oatmeal so I'm able to chow down immediately. I make a couple of extra turkey sandwiches to fill my race calorie deficit and then haul everything down to Race HQ to set up the pit. The minutes fly by as they always do and pretty soon Sally and I are laying out our bikes for the LeMans start. Mesa sets off their signature smoke bombs and then it's time to race!

Lap 1, 1:39
I have absolutely no desire to get caught in the chaos of the speedsters and team category racers so I casually jog to my bike and start riding. Almost immediately, I spot Wendy's Team Seagal kit and we ride side-by-side down the campground road. She gives me some advice on the 12hr race, namely "it's a long day and you only do one thing...ride your bike". We with in a conga line for the first 1-2 miles and it's easy to cruise. I'm riding just behind Wendy and it's a spot I'm happy to stay in - I can watch her lines, watch which sections she walks, and get a feel for her pace. We stay largely together except I have some minor gear issues - my saddlebag won't stay snug and my water bottle cage rattles loose (ejecting the CarboRocket bottle I was carrying, boo). I also get to ride a bit with Cory on her first ever Burnin lap, which is cool because she is the one who sold me my mountain bike! I keep the pace just super chill and easy, and my mental jukebox cues up Burn One DownLate in the lap, I choose to ride a section that Wendy walks so I take the lead heading back up to the campgound. On that campground climb, I catch sight of Sally and we chat a bit, she's having a rough start to the 6hr race with some cramping issues. She paces me up the hill (a wicked way to finish each lap) and we roll into race HQ together. Our Pfoodman teammates are there to help us each have a quick pit - James removes my broken bottle cage while Matt helps Sally refuel. We're out in a flash and on to Lap Dos.

Lap 2, 1:42

I lead out of the campground but get stuck in a tricky switchback that Sally rides clean. But just like in the first lap, I'm happy to have a trusty wheel to follow. Sally and I ride a few miles before leg cramps bring her to a crushing, painful halt. I can't do much besides offer encouragement, which I do before continuing onward. I'm sad to leave my riding buddy behind, except I think I hear Wendy shouting encouragement too so that means my gap is minimal at best. Burn One Down is still playing in my head and I'm super happy to be riding my bike. That is, until I lose control on a tricky, rooty downhill and fly over the handebars. But I'm pretty lucky that this downhill is only dirt and gravel and not rocky like a lot of the trail, and escape with merely flesh wounds on my knee and elbow. A few miles after the crash, I spot my dropped bottle from Lap 1 and eagerly pick it up - the CarboRocket tastes delicious and I'm happy to be back on track with fueling after falling a little behind in the first lap. The rest of the lap goes well and pretty soon I'm grunting up the campground climb. Again, my Pfoodman teammates are ready at the pit but I only need to switch bottles. They tell me that my Lap 1 gap to Wendy was only a few minutes and they don't have a split for me since then. This scares me a little so I hustle out to start Lap Tres.

Lap 3, 1:44

Rolling out on Lap 3. Photo by Carrie.
Now I feel like the race has started. I don't remember much about this lap except my mental jukebox switched to Best Of What's Around and I ran into a tree. When I roll through race HQ at the end of Lap 3, the Pfoodman boys tell me my gap is more like 15-20 minutes which makes me feel way better. Struckman reminds me to keep riding steady, which is ironic because that's the mantra embraced by GearJunkie/WEDALI (side note: while I was riding, they were racing USARA Nationals and they won!! so happy!! also congrats to Bushwhacker and Alpine Shop for your excellent finishes!).

Lap 4, 1:58

Up the campground climb in Lap 4. Photo by Carrie. 
Throughout the previous 3 laps, I had been doing a decent job with the positive self-talk, but Matt's reminder heading out onto lap 4 really kicks it into over-drive. One thing that's helped me in recent adventure races is a really positive team vibe, complete with frequent words of encouragement and inspiration. Here, I have no teammates to rely on, so I start a my own near-constant stream of out-loud coaching. It would be pretty funny to carry a recorder and listen to some of the stuff I said, but mostly I'm channeling this guy and this guy. I add in lots of "good girl", "nice line EK", and "good job buddy". Even with the barrage of positive self-talk, I am not in an ideal place physically. My left groin starts to cramp (cramping of any kind is unusual for me) and when I try to increase my fluid intake, I find that my bottle and CamelBak are almost dry. Crap! My mental jukebox slips into Gave You All, and I just focus on staying as positive as possible and grinding out the lap. I walk often. I give myself the luxury of riding both the doubletrack/red and campground climbs in my granny gear. Coming back into Race HQ, I know it's time for a nutritional intervention, and thankfully James and Matt are ready to help. Matt fills my 2L bladder with water + 4 nuun tabs. James opens up a Cokette for me to drink now and puts another one in my bento box. I swap bottles, learn my gap is has increased to 20-30 minutes, and cruise out of the pit.

Lap 5, 1:59

Fueled by delicious Coke, I can already feel my spirits improving on this lap and the positive self-talk reaches a new level of extravagance. I'm complimenting myself out loud on any tiny thing that I do right and drinking nuun and CarboRocket furiously in an effort to keep cramping at bay. A couple of miles in, my mental state does a complete turn around and I am jamming. Not going fast by any stretch of the imagination, but back to enjoying mountain biking and this beautiful day. Strangely, my mental playlist switches tothe potentially-annoying This Is The Song That Doesn't End but I change the lyrics to be about riding bikes and sing out loud. My feet and fingers are hurting quite a bit and sometimes I have to growl at the trail to distract myself from the discomfort. I know for sure a couple of racers/spectators heard me when I didn't realize they were there, but that's what happens in endurance racing...people get real! I am back in my happy chain ring, the middle one, and legs are feeling pretty good, considering. I muscle up the campground climb, preparing myself for the zen of night riding that will happen on my next lap.

Except, when I cross the line, the timers (Struckman and Claw) tell me that I don't have to go out again - Wendy stopped at 4 laps so my 5 laps are enough to take the win after only 9 hours of riding. I can't really believe it. I'm so hyped up on sugar and caffeine that I consider taking a Specialized demo bike out on a sixth lap. But with BTEpic just a two weeks away, I know the better decision is to stop riding...and start drinking! So I finish the day with 65 miles of mostly singletrack, my longest mtb ride ever, in a chill 9 hours and 4 minutes. And no flats.

Did I mention Burnin is a party first and a bike race second? I take my sweet time cleaning up and eating dinner and then head back down to Race HQ, armed with a bottle of WTAH. It's not hard to find people to share, and with the Mesa folks serving up some deliciously cold PBR, pretty soon we've got a legit party. 12hr solo men and teams are still racing, and it's inspiring seeing my friends (Mary and Keri I'm looking at you!!) put up some awesome night lap times. I find Wendy and we have a quality chat about the race - I am glad she isn't mad about me switching categories last-minute, and now we are both glad to have the opportunity to hang out instead of riding more laps.
My prize.
Speaking of hanging out, the Burnin after party is only an extension of the mad mtb love that was happening on the trail all day. I got so much encouragement from the riders passing me. I had no idea that many people would call me out by name, giving me a little mental boost each time. I'm sorry that I didn't always return the favor since it's hard to recognize people when they're passing by very quickly! But the STL mtb community is one of the best around, very similar to the midwestern AR community in that we are all pulling for each other to have great days on the trail, to crush our own expectations, to go GETCHASUM!! Jerks.
Women's 12hr solo podium! Me and Wendy. Notice my tightly clutched WATER bottle. Photo by Claw. 
And here's a podium shot, thanks to Laura and Mary for helping me sober up enough to not make a complete fool of myself. Pin It

12 October 2012

Hold My Beer And Watch This Shit*

*Title shamelessly stolen from the Burnin women's team of Cash, Hill, and Holtmann. Crush it chicks!!

All of a sudden, AR season is over for me. Bam! That was fast and furious. I've got a couple different options in the works for the Bonk Hard Castlewood 8hr but no more big out-of-town races are on my schedule. A whole bunch of my friends are duking it out this weekend in the Catskills at USARA Nationals, but instead I'll be riding laps (plural) at Council Bluff (singular). Oh yes, reader, the time has come for me to redeem myself from one of the darkest days in mountain biking memory...Burnin at the Bluff 2010.
Pre-race, 2010. Photo by Stephen Venters.
The event started out with all positive signs. I was teamed up with some super-fast, super-nice dudes on a coed 12hr team. I got a ride down to the race, set up camp in a primo spot, and enjoyed an awesome campfire with some awesome people. Race morning, mass start, Todd rides a great lap putting us in 2nd place among coed teams, then John rides a great lap putting us in 1st place among coed teams, then it's my turn. I hadn't ridden hardly any of the trail beforehand but I was confident that my 29er could handle anything. It's just a 13 mile loop...13 miles is NOTHING. I got this.

So John finishes up his lap and comes into the exchange zone absolutely hammering. I am inspired by his effort and take off down the gravel road leading to the singletrack. I'm riding jazzed out of my mind, and suddenly my bike gets away from me on a slight downhill and I crash into a tree, hard. The tree stops me from falling over but my helmet takes most of the impact. Ouch. Let's take it a little easier, shall we?
Theme for the day.
Shaken but undeterred, I continue on down the trail and maybe 2 miles later I start to feel some squishiness happening in my rear tire. That's weird, last time I checked I was riding a hardtail. I keep riding and sure enough, my rim is bottoming out and I have a flat. OK, no big deal, just change this thing and keep going. The change goes well enough, not super speedy but not slow, and I am riding again. But not a 1/2 mile later and the new tube goes flat. What! Evidently the tube I put in had a hole in it as well. And that was the only one I was carrying. I'll save you the gory details...I ended up begging for extra tubes from other racers and changed about 4 or 5 flats on my FIRST LAP. My second lap was much "better"...only 2 flats. Or maybe it was just 1, I can't quite remember, anyway the day did not go as planned and I was the weak link on the team. We ended up 4th on the day.
Todd, me, John at the amazors afterparty!! Photo by Stephen Venters.
October 2011 I was deep in triathlon mode so did not get to return to Burnin.

Now it's 2012, I've spent a lot more time on my mountain bike (still the same one as 2010, an older Gary Fisher aluminum hardtail...it's heavy!) and even done some training rides (and races) at Council Bluff. I got a few invites to race with teams but turned each one down...this year is about redemption. I'm racing the 6hr solo and have a big hairy audacious goal for myself. It's gonna take some setting the gearshift to the high gear of my soul, but I'm excited for the challenge. And after my 6+ hours of sweet singletrack are over, I'm ready to kick it with Pfoodman Racing and the rest of the STL mtb scene. And hopefully get some updates from USARA and FPC's big race in Kona.
BTEpic Tour 2009, the year of all the flooding. 
Two weeks later, I've got another date with the dirt in the form of the Berryman Trail Epic. That's gonna be another fun time, and since race day is curiously close to Halloween, it gives me a great opportunity to race in costume. Any ideas??? Pin It

04 October 2012

Race Report: 2012 Checkpoint Tracker National Championships 28hr

NOTE: This has been a really tough race report to write...Andrei and I came into Nationals with great mojo: we'd won (or been on the winning team) for 4 adventure races this year. We were fit. We had the support of friends both at the race and at home. And best of all, we didn't have any pressure - GearJunkie/WEDALI was shouldering most of that. But despite all of these positive signs, we didn't have a great race. We're both proud of what we did manage to accomplish (28 hours of racing is nothing to sniff at), but we know there was another level of performance that we didn't achieve. So there's my pity party for this post, and I hope that by writing it I can pull some lessons learned from the experience and be ready to crush it next time.

ALSO NOTE: all times and distances are approximate. 

After 2 days of recovery from Berryman, Andrei and I hit the road on Wednesday afternoon for the drive to West Virginia. We make it all the way to Charleston, WV before running out of steam so we sleep there for the night. In the morning, we pick up our boogie boards from the Charleston Wal-Mart (I ordered them online and had them shipped there), along with a few other race purchases and then get back on the road for the ~1hr drive to ACE Adventure Resort. We pull in about 1pm and nothing really is happening, so we take a short hike around the resort and do a little gear prep. About 2pm, the rest of the Minnesota contingent (GearJunkie/WEDALI, Blind Squirrels, and Gnome Hunter) arrive in Oak Hill (the closest town) so we meet up with them at the hotel and start the real gear prep. We have to check in our bikes and 2 duffles of river gear tonight so it's time to make sure everything we need is in the proper place. Once we think we've got everything sorted, it's back to ACE for check-in at 6p. We turn in our medical forms and in return are loaded down with an armload of swag from Eco Bottles, Tasc, and Swiftwick. We also have to demonstrate our throw bag skills, and when I head over to that station I am surprised to meet Mark Lattanzi, one of the course designers and friend of my blog buddy Abby. Mark is probably a little weirded out by my enthusiastic greeting but nonetheless he helps me get my throw bag skills in order. After that, we collect a rented wetsuit for Andrei and get the bikes set up. Then disaster strikes...my Stella 300 won't turn on. It's been wet out all day (in fact the bikes have been getting rained on since we arrived at ACE) but that's no excuse for a $250 light to suddenly bug out. I disassemble the lamp and try to sort things out, and get it to turn on but only intermittently. Andrei checks things out and gets the same result. This is stressful. I mess around with it a little more until it's time to go to the pre-race meeting at 8.30p.
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Ronny answers questions at the pre-race meeting. Photo by Stephen Regenold.
The meeting goes like almost all others - greetings from Checkpoint Tracker, information about the races' sponsors, etc. And then Ronny Angell from Odyssey Adventure Racing takes the floor. And he is ON FIRE. I've never raced one of Odyssey's races before but it's clear that Ronny is over the moon about hosting a national championship race. His enthusiasm is contagious and I'm totally excited to race tomorrow. He gives us an overview of the course but no maps will be distributed until 6am tomorrow morning. After the meeting it's back to the bikes to see if my light is magically fixed...it's not. So Andrei borrows a hipster cyst from Biz which will at least satisfy mandatory gear requirements, and we take Stella back to the hotel to do some surgery.

Back at the hotel, we are consumed with putting food into plastic baggies, putting the plastic baggies into larger plastic baggies, and then putting the large plastic baggies into our packs. I'm bringing 5500 calories of pretzels, cola gummies, jerky, croissants, oreos, almond butter/banana sandwiches, Probars, chocolate espresso beans, nutter butters, and Charleston Chews (for local flavor). There are 666 calories of CarboRocket waiting for me on my bike, and we have some more food stashed (legally) in Duffle 2. We disassemble Stella and try to dry her out as best we can, hoping that in the morning she will be less cranky. I also decide to wear my new Swiftwick Vibe Twos for the race instead of my planned wool socks. It's a bit of a risky decision but I know my feet will be wet the entire time, and at Berryman Biz suggested I try a pair of thinner socks (along with my standard application of Hydropel) to reduce maceration. I'm asleep by 12:30a or so.
Me and Andrei working on maps. Photo by Dave Swanson.
Race morning means a quick shower and driving to ACE with Andrei, Biz, and Jason and Ryan from Blind Squirrels. Gnome Hunter is not far behind, and we all pick up maps a little after 6am. We don't have any plotting to do (thanks Ronny!) so it's just getting our minds around the course and route selection. This process is always tough for me...you're looking at a bunch of maps, with a bunch of information, and you have to pull out exactly what you need and hope you remember it. My general principle in these sort of situations is to let the navigator dictate what they want on the maps. In Andrei's case, he highlights/writes less than I personally would, but I've learned in our 4 previous races that that's his style and it's worked out great so far. We have two big question marks on the course: the orienteering relay (we don't have info on distances yet) and the bike/trek rogaine that will sandwich the riverboarding in the morning. I eat my normal breaky and Andrei chows down on the ACE cafeteria fare. Pretty soon, it's time to load up buses for the trip to Wood's Ferry. Andrei and I are in bus #2 (because we are in the second wave of boats, oh the logic!!) and we have another morning snack and Gatorade while trying to stay calm. It's raining and really foggy, but the temperature is warm (65-70F). Our guide Kevin goes over rafting safety again and I start to get nervous. I've only been whitewater rafting one other time, when I was a kid in Colorado (on vacation with my grandpa), and I remember being scared a lot. And we'll be hitting four Class V rapids today. Yikes! After about an hour on the bus, we unload, pee, and wish everyone good luck.

RAFT 1 (CP 1, 10 miles, 10:35a - 12:30p)
Gauley River Map. Source.
We are teamed up with 3 other 2p coed teams in our raft, along with our guide Kevin. We are last to put-in, and then Ronny counts us down with his megaphone. We're off! The first couple miles go well and I'm relieved to feel the water temperature is comfortable. The guides warned us it could be 55-60F (IMCdA temps...not fun) but it's much warmer than that and I'm happy in my wetsuit. We start to hit the Class V rapids at Koontz Flume and Five Boat Hole, and to my surprise they are FUN, not scary. Like really fun. We leapfrog with boat #4 from our wave but it's hard to gain much of an advantage in the flatwater without totally overexerting ourselves. Our boat adopts a front-4/back-4 paddling strategy, allowing everyone to get some rest. It's a weird dynamic...we are all in the same boat but also competing against each other with different race strategies. The team in the front prefers a long slow cadence and the rest of us prefer a high fast cadence. There are some passive-aggressive comments going around but for the most part we are working together.
Not our boat, but I'm sure we looked the same. Photo by Vladimir Bukalo.
We hit Class V Lower Mash in stride and then finish up with a fun ride through Pure Screaming Hell. The rain has refused to let up as we reach the take-out, setting the stage for a soggy race. The water on the Gauley was slightly lower than anticipated, which when combined with our laborious TA (wetsuits off, race clothes on, packs located, duffles unpacked and then repacked and loaded into gear trucks, shoes on and GO!) puts us at about 2 hours of racing by the time we leave CP1 on foot.

TREK 1 (CPs 2-6, 15ish miles, 12:30p-6:00??p)
CP1 (raft take-out) to CP2 (telephone pole). All travel on gravel roads/doubletrack.
Can I just brag for a minute about my badass friends??
Here's GearJunkie/WEDALI hauling out of CP1.
Photo by Chris Radcliffe.
Our first task is to haul ourselves up and out of the Gauley River Gorge. It's a 1700' climb up to our next CP so we jog where we can and walk the rest. We bounce around with a few teams here, some 2-person and some 4-person but none that we recognize. We are both feeling good as we climb and put ourselves into race mode. After we crest the second ridgeline, we see some familiar packs up ahead, and Andrei claims he can smell a Minnesotan from a km away. Sure enough, it's our friends the Blind Squirrels, and we are happy to see each other! We travel together until CP2 and help each other up the tough bushwhack to the telephone pole. As we descend back to the road, my right knee starts feeling funny. It had been twinging a little before this but I had just brushed it off to minor, early-race creaks. Now, it doesn't feel so minor, and I ask Andrei for the first aid kit to take some meds before continuing. Molly (on Blind Squirrels) beats him to the punch and shares some ibuprofen as we leave CP2. I'm nervous about taking too many and repeating my sour stomach from IMCdA, but I know I have to do something because we've got a long way to go. A long way downhill to go, in fact, almost to the shore of another river before we see our bikes at CP6. And, my knee hurts worse when we go downhill. We have to let Blind Squirrels race on ahead as I gingerly pick my way down the ridge. I feel like a huge wimp but it's finally so bad that I have to stop and take the ACE bandage out of our first aid kit and wrap my knee. I also find a stick to use as a trekking pole. Other teams pass us too, but at least Halfwaythere.com takes a minute to admire my (clean) butt. Andrei is an absolute saint through all of this - reminding me that we still have a long race to go and we just have to keep moving steadily. I know it's his worst nightmare to be slowed by a teammates' injury but he gives no outward sign of frustration or panic...just encouragement and willingness to accommodate our new slow pace. Andrei, I know I thanked you on the course already but I'm thanking you again here.

CP 2-3-4-5.
We are significantly slower on our way to CPs 3, 4, and 5, but any little uphill gives my knee a chance to rest. My best guess is I overworked some muscle in my right glute/hip during the rafting, and now it has manifested to instability in my knee? The ACE wrap is helping a little but every downhill is a crapshoot...some hurt a little and some hurt a lot. We take the Cliffside and GSYP trails through Hawks Nest State Park as mandated by race rules, and I'm pretty bummed to miss out on running this techy singletrack. There is a race photographer on the trail and I feel pretty embarrassed to be caught walking in front of the camera, but there's nothing I can do about it. Once we make it down to CP5, we know it's only a short rail trail climb up to TA where we will get on our bikes and I'm crossing my fingers that my knee can tolerate pedaling. We know we will be biking back through CP5 so we drop some of our non-mandatory food and water in the woods to lighten our packs for the last little bit of this trek. When we get to CP6, we see our bikes and something even better...a familiar face!! Chris from MN is volunteering and she greets us enthusiastically. We go through a quick gear check, I unwrap my knee, and we hop on our bikes for the descent back down to CP5.

BIKE 1 (CPs 7-8, 12mi, 6:00p-8:00p??)

Within a few hundred meters on the bike, things are good. "I'm money, Dre!" I exclaim since my knee is feeling normal and I'm ready to rock. While we were walking on the last section, I was also busy stuffing my face with calories so now my energy levels are high and I'm ready to crush the bike. We cruise down the gravel road in pursuit of a 4-person team just ahead, Endeavor Adventure Racing, who hails from Florida. They hit the singletrack ahead of us as we retrieve our stash of food from CP5, and then we catch back up a few kms later. I feel really guilty for riding this stretch of trail in these super wet conditions (oh yeah, it's still raining). It's obvious some group has put a lot of work into bench cutting and armoring and we are rutting it up like crazy. But there's no other option so we keep pedaling. CP7 is an obvious house-size boulder just like Ronny promised it would be. We pop out onto some pavement that takes us down down down to the New River where we cross underneath the New River Gorge Bridge. It's dusky, and quite foggy, but we can still see some of the trestle and it's just beautiful. Thanks, Odyssey, for routing us through here! Then, we face a long climb up the other side of the gorge. We stop to put on lights and then hop onto another piece of trail and continue our climb all the way to CP8. We have a few navigation errors here in picking the correct trails but we fix them all pretty easily.

TREK 2/SWIFTWICK TT (CPs 9-10, 4k, 8:00pm-9:00pm)

As we roll into CP8, we are greeted by a party. An honest-to-goodness party hosted by Swiftwick and their employees. They have lights, music, hot chocolate, coffee, and candy for us. It's awesome. This part of the race is a special running TT - the times will be recorded and the fastest teams for this section only will receive prizes at the awards banquet. Normally, I would brush off this incentive in favor of not burning matches for later in the race, but Andrei and I are both eager to feel like we're racing (because we really haven't been up until now) so we decide to go for it. A quick change into trekking shoes and we are sprinting down the trail. There is one junction to deal with and, unfortunately, we misinterpret the map and pick the wrong trail. Andrei realizes it quickly, however, and we bushwhack a short distance back onto the intended trail and haul towards CP9. My knee is feeling much better which is another incentive to boogie - let's try to get as much distance covered as possible before it starts hurting again. We punch CP9, make an about-face, and run back to the Swiftwick party. I'm checking my watch as we cruise down the trail and we make it back in 37:06. We think that's a winning time for our division but we won't know until after the race. Regardless, it feels awesome to run again and our spirits are high. I visit with the Swiftwick crew after we finish and they convince me to ditch my standard PI arm warmers in favor of some brand-new Swiftwick ones...I don't need much convincing!! I proudly put on my new (dry!) gear and rejoin Andrei at the bikes, where we also meet Blind Squirrels finishing up their TT. For some reason, our TA is really slow (my socializing doesn't help either) and we finally are forced to leave the Swiftwick party.

BIKE 2 (CPs 11-17, 21 miles of LeCroy/Dalton/Adena singletrack, 9:00pm-1:00am??)
LeCroy trailhead at "O", then ride the light blue trail to "L" then ride the dark blue (Dalton) trail back to "L", then ride the green (Adena) trail back to "L", then leave at "N".
I'm relieved that we made it through the TT without knee problems and now we get to enjoy the bike again. The next 6 CPs are not plotted - we just have to find the correct trial and ride it, and the CPs will be hung somewhere along the trail. It's a cool way to ensure teams ride the entirety of singletrack instead of shortcutting it, although it always stressed me out to not know exactly where to look for a CP. Despite the simple nav required for this leg, it's really hard to find the LeCroy trailhead which we need to access the Dalton and Adena singletrack. We only find it by seeing another teams' lights disappearing into the woods - the entrance is very overgrown. Once we hit the Dalton loop we make another gear drop of food, trekking shoes, and extra water behind a tree (near letter "L", see photo), planning to pick it up later on our way out of the trail system. My lights are on their lowest setting to preserve battery for the long night and the fog keeps moving in and out, making it difficult to see the trail up ahead. But, somewhere in this section, I have a revelation...I'm a mountain biker. I don't know how, when, or where it happened, but the fearful and anxious thoughts I used to feel while riding trails have been replaced by enjoyment and peacefulness. I feel like I'm speaking the language of singletrack. Cheesy, yes, but these are the thoughts that go through your mind in the middle of adventure races. Andrei is rocking out behind me with his skinny tires, and we steadily make our way through the first 10k of the Dalton Trail. The CPs are easy to notice and we punch every one. It takes us longer than I thought but we roll onto the Adena singletrack for our final loop without any nav errors. That loop is easier than the first and when we finish, we run back to our gear drop to get "dinner" and eat it while stopped (!), sitting on rocks trailside. For me, it's a half-eaten turkey sandwich, jerky, and pretzels. For Andrei, it's a package of Pop Tarts. We split a strawberry Ensure.

After dinner, it's back on the bikes for, guess what, more singletrack! There isn't much to this section except riding along, conserving battery when possible and keep eating. We flip flop with a couple more teams here but everything is straightforward as we approach the next section, the Orienteering Relay. We are really excited for this since both of us are good navigators, which is a strength not many other teams have.

TREK 3/ORIENTEERING RELAY (CPs 18 & A-H, 1:00am - 4:30am)
I wish wish wish that I had a map to post here. Any orienteer would look at it and think "easy". Even at night, totally doable. But that is not what happened. Read on...
We cruise into CP17 and are greeted again by the friendly face of Chris!! I can't emphasize enough how nice it is to see smiles from people you know while racing. We each get a small map that has 8 CPs, A-H. We decide to each take 3 and then regroup back at TA...whoever gets back first will leave a signal (move my gloves from ground to inside helmet) and go back out for the remaining 2. Obviously I get the easiest 3 (C, E, and F) which all look attackable from the trail, and Andrei goes after A, B, and D. I go after CP C first and overshoot the trail bend right away. Whoops. But, I realize my mistake and retrace my steps, arriving back at the trail bend and start flashing my headlamp around, expecting to ping the reflective tape on the CP with ease. Nothing. I check the map again, it's plotted almost directly on the trail, I'm in the right spot, but no CP. I start mowing my way through the brush to try and find this stupid thing. A couple other racers are coming back uphill, towards the trail, and I play the girl card, asking for help locating CP C. They tell me it's hung much lower than the map indicates, and I just need to keep descending the spur. I follow their advice, and pretty soon my light picks up the CP. Boom. Goal 1 of 3 obtained.
Night run. Photo by Chris Radcliffe.
Next, CP E has the clue "reentrant" which is a favorite of mine, just find the correct one, and climb up until you hit the flag. I return up to the trail and carefully watch my progress until I'm close to the right spot. I look to the right for my reentrant. Except, I am facing just a flat hillside, with no reentrants to be seen. And it's not just a hillside, it's a steep, seemingly never-ending wall of briars and underbrush. Not awesome. But there are lights at the top and I play the girl card again, calling up to them to see if they've found E. They respond that they have not, but I take their position to mean I'm in the right place, and start climbing up to see what I can see. They call down that I shouldn't try that because the hill is very steep and probably not climbable. Uh, don't tell me what I can't do, and I claw my way up through the soggy leaves and briars. Almost at the top, I am stopped in my tracks by a good 10' earthen bank. I am not 10' tall, thus making it quite difficult to get over. But, a little scanning back and forth, and I spot a crooked tree and use it to hoist myself up. I ping my headlamp around, nothing. And, even worse, the beam starts to falter, meaning my batteries are running out. And my spares are back at the bike, not in my pack. Oh dear. I hack around in the woods for a while with my increasingly dim headlamp, and start to get nervous that my light might completely go out and I'll be stuck in the woods. CP F is supposed to be on top of this ridge as well, so I decide to look for that since I'm up here anyway. As I start to leave the area, another (bright!) headlamp appears. It belongs to a guy named Ben who is racing with Team ROC Gear-Injiji, a 2-person male squad. I play my biggest girl card yet, asking for his help since my headlamp is dying and I can't find CP E or CP F. He's already punched F, but we agree to look for CP E together. We thrash around for a while before both of us get really frustrated. We agree to go back to CP F so I can punch and then we will reattack E. That goes well, but when we end up where we think E is, nothing. It's unclear if the CP is hung above or below that almost-uncrossable earthen bank, so we drop down, scout around a little bit, and then decide to go back to TA empty handed. By this point my headlamp is barely emitting enough light for me to read my map, so I'm really grateful to get back on the trail and run towards my batteries.

We get back to TA and Ben disappears. I never got to thank him for his bigtime help..so if you read this Ben, thanks buddy!! I go back to my bike and am astounded to see the gloves still sitting on the pavement. I've been out for 90 minutes and Andrei still isn't back? What? I am really discouraged with my nav at this point and mope around TA, replacing my headlamp batteries and eating a snack. In about 5 minutes, Andrei magically appears at our bikes and brings similarly sad news...he has punched only 1 CP. Tough! But, we're so close (distance-wise) to the remaining 2 (G and H) that we decide to attack them together, then see where we land. We run down the trail (knee has miraculously held together so far) and attack H...nothing. We regroup onto the trail, and run into Ryan from Blind Squirrels who has found both of them and he gives us some pointers. We use his intel to then successfully punch both G and H in about 45 minutes, and then go back to to CP E. I'm really skeptical that we'll get it, but Andrei is motivated so I support him. He attacks just like I did, from a slight trail bend, but finds the same steep hillside with no discernible reentrants. He gets caught up in briars so instructs me to check out the next "reentrant" to the west and see what I can see. I see nothing, but Andrei stays low and encourages me to keep climbing, so I do. And climb, and climb, and.....MONEY. The bag is hung on top of the earthen bank, but I again find a way to shimmy up a rootstock and punch. The descent back to the trail is pretty dangerous and I slide for a lot of it. But, we have our 6 out of 8 CPs and decide to get out of this place before the bad nav mojo takes over our race.

BIKE 4 (CPs 23, 24, 25, 28, 11km??, 4:30am-8:15am)
Another team leaving a TA. Photo by Chris Radcliffe.
The remainder of our race is now in our own hands: CPs 19-35 are all optional, and all may be reached either on bike or on foot, in any order. We have to start the riverboard by 9am and that will be CPs 36-37-38. With those guidelines in mind, we decide to knock out some biking CPs on the way to CP36, the riverboard put-in. It's dark, still damp, and our spirits are lagging. We hit CP24 with a bunch of other teams and locate it easily on the shore of a small pond. CP23 is a real bugger though...we are still with a few other teams and we decide to attack it from the top of the reentrant. So we bike up the trail, drop the bikes, and start trekking down the slippery steep slope, flashing headlamps around as we go. Nothing. Eventually we have to go down to the bottom of the reentrant where there is a perpendicular stream, and re-attack while climbing back up. We finally find CP23 but after looking at the maps now I think it was hung much lower than shown. So we trudge back uphill to our bikes and I am in a low low spot. I want the controls to be where the map says. I want my knee to stop hurting. I want to be riding or running quickly instead of stomping through the wet woods in my bike shoes. It's amazing how adventure racing can reduce me to a toddler's temper tantrum in just a few hours. My only saving grace is internalizing my frustrations and not exploding at my teammate. Andrei is asking me a couple questions about route choice and the best I can answer is "Dre, pick something, and I will follow. I absolutely don't have an opinion or preference other than to keep moving". And thankfully, he finds a route to CP25. He's also noticed I'm pouty so he suggests that we eat "breakfast" - calories can fix a lot of things, and so can caffeine pills. I have an almond butter/banana sandwich with 200mg caffeine, YUM. And within a few hundred meters my attitude starts to turn around. We hit CP25 in good spirits and spike CP28 in similarly awesome fashion. We are back on a roll.

Now we face a long descent to the New River for the riverboarding put-in. Can I re-emphasize, it's LONG. And steep...about 900' of drop. Adnrei uses the adjective "brutal". We start flying down the hill when I think that it's going to be really hard to bike back up this thing (race rules state we have to finish on our bikes). I suggest to Andrei that we drop our bikes up on top of this bluff and run down to the put-in. He thinks that is breaking race rules. I can't remember any announcement to specifically allow this kind of bike drop, so I agree with Andrei and we continue to fly down the hillside. My brakes wear out at some point and it gets scary...I am lucky to find a few level-ish spots in the road to drag my bike to a stop. I readjust the brake pads and continue rolling. We reach the riverboard put-in (CP36) just a few minutes before 8am, plenty of time to transition and get on the water.

RIVERBOARD 1 (CPs 36-37, 6.5mi, 8:15am-11:30am)
We quickly locate our gear bags at CP36 and get set changing into wetsuits, topping off our boards with air, and (surprise) eating. Andrei packed both of us a monstrous turkey-and-cheese sandwich and it tastes super delicious. There are a bunch of other teams in TA as well. Pretty soon we are kitted up and we head over to the river for a put-in about 8:10am. The water is pleasantly warm. I'm excited to try something I've never done, but I'm worried that our boards will be slow, or the rapids will be scary. But there's no other way to make it to CP37 so off we go.

Start of the riverboard on the New River, near Thurmond. Photo by Chris Radcliffe.
Riverboarding is...awkward. Our PFDs and packs make maneuvering kind of clunky, and it's hard to balance at first. But I get the hang of it and then give Adnrei some kicking pointers (thanks, Hap and Sonja, for all of those kick sets in the pool!). I manage to put together a psuedo-butterfly stroke that seems to be pretty effective in the flatwater. We hit a couple of minor rapids (really, nothing more than chop on a windy lake) and then it's long stretches of flatwater pools. Loooong stretches where I feel like I'm paying penance to the AR gods...stuffed in a wetsuit and PFD, lying on my belly barely moving down a river...let's just say I've had more fun. Andrei has some foot cramping issues so we pull off to a muddy spot on the shore (not the rocky part to avoid foot entrapment) and take his booties off, which seems to fix the problem.
Biz (GearJunkie/WEDALI) at his finest. Photo by Chris Radcliffe.
We hit one kind of big rapid which is a lot of fun to ride. There is a guide stationed before the whitewater that tells us which line to take, and we both make it through smoothly. So when another big rapid shows up on the horizon, I get excited. There is another guide pointing us river left to avoid a big hydraulic smack in the middle of the river. I start paddling left but not with any urgency, and all of a sudden I find myself on the lip of the rapids, directly on the middle line. Uh oh. I don't even have time to think before I'm slammed with water and my board squirts out from under me. Strangely, my mind goes zen, and I think, "Just reach out and grab the board before it gets away. It's inflatable, just grab it and you'll be fine." My hand makes contact with the board's handle immediately, I grab it, and manage to pull myself onto the board sideways in the middle of the rapids. It's not a second too soon, because now all I see is a wall of whitewater heading straight for me. It's got to me at least 3' tall (and seems taller when you're at river level), and I don't have any time to react before I'm in the middle of it. It's so fast, but my mind stays zen and tells me to just hang onto the board. Only a few seconds later the hydraulic spits me out on the other side, and I manage to haul myself back up on top of the board. I look around, Andrei is right behind me, seemingly haven chosen a better line through the rapids. I'm in a "did that just happen" state of mind, but we both agree it was pretty fun, and continue making our slow progress down the river.

There aren't any big rapids left after that, and we are both struggling with the slow progress. Better boards and longer fins would have helped but it's obviously too late for that now. We are excited to see the take-out and Andrei puts in a last-minute sprint to get out of the water. There are lots of teams still here too, including one dealing with a severely hypothermic member. It's scary to see but the volunteers seem to have things under control. Just as we are exiting the water, our friends the Blind Squirrels approach the shoreline, and it's another happy reunion! We also see Phil and Hilary from Michigan Racing Addicts, a team we have been leap-frogging with all day. They are super nice and share a Snickers with me and Andrei, yum! Chris from MN is also volunteering at this TA and she brings us chocolate chip cookies, nomnomnom. We check our watch and it's 11:30am...exactly three hours until we will cross the finish line. Our plan is to run back to the bikes at CP36 (riverboard put-in), collecting 5 CPs along the way. We give ourselves 2 hours to get to CP36 and 1 hour to get to the finish. Let's move!

TREK 4 (CPs 38, 22, 21, 19, 20, 6.5miles, 11:30am-2:00pm)
CP37 (Riverboard take-out) to CP38 to CP22 to CP21 (on edge of map).
Our first task is to run up the river bluff, a good 800' climb, but it's all on paved road and we get to punch at a familiar location...CP38 is the same as CP17/18, the TA from our disastrous orienteering relay. Andrei and I are both moving really well at this point, full of energy and we whoop it up for the volunteers as we pass through the CP. From there, we bushwhack to CP22 and CP21 with little trouble, hitting them both cleanly. We cross a big field to CP19, where we are slowed down by a huge patch of briars and a thorn tree...a sneaky little sapling that looks all normal until you grab it and realize it's covered with THORNS!!! BLAST!!! We descend into CP19's reentrant and....nothing. Up, down, right, left, we canvass the area and can't find the flag. We don't have any time to waste so after 5 minutes of looking, we decide to bail and go for the next control. But as we leave, Andrei spots the flag and we are able to punch CP19 after all! Rejoice! CP20 is the same way...we attack it well, canvass the area, no luck, and then Andrei decides to climb a bit higher and finds the flag. Great, but now we are getting close to our self-imposed time cutoff of 1:30pm. We are gonna have to sprint the remaining 5k to the bikes in PR time to make it there with enough cushion to bike to the finish. Fortunately, it's all fire/gravel road. Unfortunately, the fire road is way overgrown, causing us to slow way down and climb over trees and through brush. Things are not looking good, but we both push on.
CP21-19-20 then to the bikes.
Once we make it to clearer roads, we are running. After 27 hours of racing with zero sleep, we both have managed our energy well enough to pull out a RUN at this late stage. It's mostly downhill, splashing through huge puddles and dodging overhanging branches. When we make it to the gravel road, the same brutal climb that wore my brake pads out a few hours earlier, we still have at least a mile to go and it's already 1:35pm. Andrei and I are still sprinting, and simultaneously discussing route choices to make it back to the finish. We could re-climb this gravel road on our bikes. It will be monstrously hard, but it's a sure route back to the finish line. Or, we find a trail that might connect us back just a few hundred meters from the finish. It's marked in a dashed line on the map though, so it might be under construction or similarly unridable. Checking our watches, we both know the riskier but shorter trail route is our only hope of finishing before the cutoff of 2:35pm. We finally make it to the bottom of the never-ending hill, TA into bike shoes, and start our last-ditch effort of becoming official finishers.

BIKE 5 (1.5mi, 2:00pm-3:00pm)
By the time we mount our bikes, it's already 2:00pm and we have 35 minutes to bike about 1.5 miles. Seems totally doable, right? Not on an unfamiliar map, almost all uphill, and on trails that may or may not exist. We quickly find our trailhead and get to work. We have some confusion with a bridge and abandoned rails, but we think we are still making good progress. Then, a creek. A big one. The map indicates the trail continues on the other side, but we can't see it, plus the creek is raging, at least 3' deep and FAST. What to do? Well, there's nothing much we can do, at this point. We have 15 minutes to bike an enormous hill. It's not going to happen.

The reality of becoming non-finishers starts to settle in as we turn around and retreat back to the gravel road. There's not point in hurrying since once we miss the cutoff, we're done (as opposed to some races who just take away CPs for each minute late). We're both really disappointed and it's hard to know how to handle that as a team. So, I do the same thing I've done for the last three years when I get upset...I ride my bike. It's a grunt even in granny-granny, but the slow sweaty progress seems to help vent. I look back and Andrei is riding too, the arduous grind that's entirely unnecessary but at the same time essential to processing our now unofficial race. We don't talk, each lost in our own exhaustion.

After a while, I feel the need to tell Andrei that I'm not angry. Not at him, not at the team, not at any decisions we made today. OK sure, we made some dumb ones, but we made them as a team and at the time we thought we were right. My hurty knee didn't help matters any. We know what we did wrong and that can only help us in future races. We have a good chat on the way back to HQ and it further cements why Andrei is such a great teammate...he has huge expectations for himself and his teammates, but failure to reach those expectations results in re-thinking the situation, not accusations or blame.

Finally, about 3:00pm, we pull into the finish line and tell Ronny he doesn't have to send a search party after us. The volunteers take our wristbands and passport but don't bother to count it - we are officially done but will be unranked in the results. Our friends from Blind Squirrels and GearJunkie/WEDALI are there to greet us and hear the stories of our day. I'm pretty close to tears but manage to spit out that we had a less-than-stellar day for us, even before the frantic last bike. We ask Ronny about our route choice and he confirms that the trail exists on the other side of that creek, you just have to wade through it and it can get waist-deep. So we weren't totally off our rocker with the route choice, just lacked confidence in the map. I also get to ask Biz and Tom from GearJunkie/WEDALI about their race; we had been getting reports from TAs that they were in a fierce battle with TeamSOG. Their response? "Oh, we had a pretty good day". That's it. But by now I've learned enough WEDALI-speak to know, "a pretty good day" means winning a national championship. Nice job, you guys. So proud of you!!

Now that we're finished, it's a bitter pill to swallow the realities of a disappointing race. Quite simply, we haven't had a lot of practice with it! But there's still tons of gear to be sorted and I can bury my sadness in the busywork of cleaning my bike, laying out our river gear to dry, and picking through uneaten food. It takes a while to round everything up bur eventually it's all in various piles scattered next to my car. There isn't really much time to go back to the hotel so Biz, Andrei, and I use the ACE showers, which would have been better if I'd brought soap with me (didn't realize that until after I got to the bathroom!). But clean/dry clothes do wonders and I'm even able to find a charger for my phone. I have no idea how the online tracking played out so I feel the need to tell my parents that I'm okay even though we didn't officially finish.
Awards at the post-race banquet. Photo by Chris Radcliffe.
The evening brings the Swiftwick post-race dinner/party, which is a fun affair but it's still hard to enjoy with my mixed-up emotions. I am trying to be as happy as possible for my friends who kicked some serious ass on the course today. I want to know how Andrei and I would have finished had we made it back on-time. But, Odyssey won't have that information until the results are really truly verified, so for now it's just time to shove my face full of BBQ chicken and smile. Which honestly, isn't that hard to do.

After the party, my TPOC friend Popeye has driven up from Virginia so I meet him for a beer at ACE. It's cool to see him after so many years away from camp, but he is still the same Popeye and it's nice to chat with someone outside of the AR world for a minute. The moonrise over ACE is beautiful and I enjoy telling him about my day. He helps me pack up my car and then I drive back to the hotel where I share a pizza with the few Minnesotans who are still awake.
Feet up! in the car on the way home, complete with Swiftwick podium socks (even though we didn't make the podium). 
The next day, Andrei and I drive back to St. Louis with stops in Lexington for lunch with more of my TPOC friends Sweet Cheeks, Hat, and their son (!) Rowan. We also stop at Fort Hill near Frankfort so Andrei can soak in some American history. By now we have each regained our normal cheerfulness and dissect the race with our 20/20 hindsight. I should have eaten more before my 5am bonk. We were allowed to drop bikes wherever we wanted during CPs 19-35. We should have brought less food. We are each wearing new Swiftwick items that they gave us during the race...Andrei has his calf sleeves and I have a pair of podium socks, totally baller. The phrase "next season" even starts to creep into our conversation. Yes, we have moved on. Here's to 2013!!

A few days later, we learned that our 19 CPs would have placed us 3rd in 2-person coed and 7th overall. A good lesson...even when it seems like you're behind, just keep racing your own race, who knows how the rest of the teams are doing! Pin It