31 October 2013

Race Report: 2013 BT Epic

Where can I even start? BT Epic 2013 was my fifth weekend of racing in a row. And, despite the word "EPIC" in the race title, it would be my shortest race yet, an ironic fact pointed out to me by Joe at Alpine Shop when I stopped by on Friday for a few last-minute essentials (extra Stan's and CO2). I did this race last year with similar emotions: I'm tired, but the BT Epic is simply too much fun to skip. Last year I met the race directors, Scott and Jake, on a training ride and their stoke completely blew me away. This year, they were outdoing themselves again by providing a race-morning PANCAKE FEED, giving away TEN BIKES at the post-race raffle, plus personally hand-clearing and hand-marking 55 miles of singletrack and road. And to top it all off, I found myself sharing a Friday-night cabin with a superior group of jerks and team mates. The weekend hadn't even started, and I knew it was going to be killer.

I kicked it off by driving with David down to Sullivan and meeting Nico, Gino, and LT at the best Mexican place besides Dos Primos...El Nopal! Seriously, if you're driving on I-44, you can't skip it. Get the fajita burrito, mmmm. Then we drove over to Bass where we were greeted by a very kind census officer. It felt a little bit like the night before baby Jesus' birth because it seemed "In those days Caesar Augustus Stephen Bass issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world Midwestern mountain biking communityThis was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria everAnd everyone went to his own town Bass River Resorts to register. So Joseph those jerks also went up from the town trails of Nazareth Castlerock in Galilee Ballwin to Judea, to Bethlehem Berryman, the town of David Steeleville, because he they belonged to the house and line of David BerrymanHe They went there to register with Mary Maria and Emily, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child no, just...noWhile they were there, the time came for the baby to be born race to start, except not before more census-taking could happen to the riders that drove in that morningand she gave birth to her firstborn, a son (no babies, or future Holy Messiahs, were harmed in the writing of this blog)
Start line at Bass! Dwayne and Trevor in the front row!
All bad attempts at religious humor aside, this year Bass seemed very determined to track down and get paid for every single person that crossed over into their property. Hey, that's the Ozarks for you. We spent Friday night chilling in the cabin, piddling with gear of course, and catching up with Rachel from Bushwhacker! Saturday morning arrived right on schedule, to slightly warmer temperatures than last year! Some people in our cabin elected to partake in the pre-race pancake feed but did not live up to their Friday night claims of pancake-eating-prowess. Shame. I didn't eat any pancakes because I had brought my standard oatmeal and coffee, yum. I rode down to the start area and found the rest of my teammates that had driven in that morning - Dwayne, Trevor, Jim, and Adam! Dwayne gave me my very own Team Noah jersey and I was so excited!! As usual with this crew, mojo was just off the charts to have a good day in the woods. These guys always inspire me to ride my hardest and have a good time doing it. I got the rest of my kit ready and rode around Bass dropping off drop bags and saying hi to people. I was wearing my winter lobsters and Rachel greeted me with "you're not racing in those, are you??". Ha! Truthfully, I had been thinking about it but she snapped me back to reality - no lobsters over 30F! Kit corrected, I lined up with Maria in a field of 350 other racers and got ready to start. 

BASS TO BRAZIL (11 miles, 1:11)
Gun goes off and I start getting passed by what feels like the entire field. I haven't put in any warm-up, and my goal today is to keep my PE low over the first 30 miles, so I just spin at my own pace up the gravel climb into the singletrack. I get into the trail with a good group of people, riding decent lines at a decent pace, and we just hum along the first few miles. Sometime after Henpeck Hollow (the first creek crossing) I find TTM and immediately hop on his wheel. That works great for a bit and then I think I crashed him out on a tight switchback. Sorry Jim! We cross through Harmon Spring (second creek crossing) and then are onto the Berryman Trail proper, the north section. Then I get Dan Dougan on my wheel which is awesome! Sometimes I get stressed out by people riding behind me but Dan is so chill and I know he will be cool with whatever crazy braking I throw his way. We make it through the worst downhill section intact (I always think about my Nana here, saying "be careful!"). The rest of the singletrack is great and I am continuing to ride at what feels like a moderate pace, even though I can see my HR well into the 170s. Tapered much? 

BRAZIL TO BERRYMAN (10 miles, 1:07)
I roll across Highway W at Brazil and suddenly there are people everywhere. Brazil Campground/Creek is a minor aid station with I think just water but it seems there are way too many people stopped. I shout out my number to the volunteers and just keep rolling since I don't need anything. This section is probably the hardest section of the Berryman because the trail doesn't switchback much, it just climbs straight up and over several Ozark ridges. I've ridden it a bunch in the past through so I'm able to check off landmarks while I'm trying to keep PE at a reasonable level. About half-way through this section, I ride up a hill and find a bunch of people crowded around a down rider. Oh no! And it's scary when I see that the rider is Mark, a Kuat rider who kept me company for 40 miles of the Dirty Kanza. I can't not stop. It looks like he's having trouble breathing, and I get really worried. There are two people helping him who sound really knowledgeable (later I found out one was his teammate and the other was an anesthesiologist) so I decide to ride ahead to Berryman Campground and inform the volunteers there. I ride with a guy in red shorts for the rest of the section and finally we pass the off-camber rooty turn that signals the final approach to Berryman Campground. I stop at the volunteer table to relay what information I can about Mark - that he's at least three and a half miles back from the campground. There is a woman there who knows him and who is on top of the situation. Relieved, I find my drop bag, ditch my jacket, add a full bottle of water to my bike, and get the heck out of aid station land.

THE SOUTH LOOP (17 miles, 1:46)
The start of the South Loop was where I went off course last year, so I am extra vigilant in spotting the turn. I shouldn't have worried, because Scott and Jake used extra caution tape this year to mark the shallow Leroy onto the OT. I rip down to Highway 8, cross it, cross the creek, and jog through the never-ending sandpit on the other side. It's actually nice to change positions a little bit. On one of the first grinding hills, I spot my teammate Maria trailside, fiddling with her bike. Oh no! I stop and learn that her chain is stuck between the cassette and the rear wheel. Not good. We both tug on it for a few seconds but it's seriously wedged in there. We mess with the wheel a little bit, it gets better but we need some muscle. Oh look, there are several muscle-y mountain bike studs riding by right now! One of them in a Continental kit stops and helps us free the chain! Hoo-ray! Maria gets her shifting sorted and we both take off. I try to hurry since I know she can seriously shred on the singletrack. 

I catch up with a few guys later on down the trail and we ride in a little line for a while. They eventually ride away from me on some of the downhills. Then, on the flats and climbs, I start seeing a curious site: picnickers. No, not random people out picnicking on the OT, but racers that have decided to take a break, and have a snack while they sit on the side of the trail. There are like four guys in a row doing this, but each separated by a few hundred meters so maybe they decided to stop independently. I joke with each of them as I ride by, and the final guy tells me "there's a girl only about 90 seconds in front of you". WHAT!!! He tells me she's in a pink kit. My mind tells me there is no turning back now. Time to race! I know I'm way back in the women's field (guessing, at the very least, there are 6 girls ahead of me: Roxanne, Loreen, Laura, Rachel, Melisa, and now pink girl) but a chase is a chase. I work hard for the last mile or so of singletrack, grab my zip tie, and hang a Lester onto the doubletrack. I use that time to recover just a bit, and by the time I hit the gravel road, I'm ready to throw down. And on one of the first turns, I spot a pink kit up ahead.

GOOOO! I ride really hard, but also start eating everything that's left in my bento box. I know a big effort won't do me any good if I bonk later, so I cram several Oreos, some peanut butter crackers, an Amrita bar, and some e-caps down the hatch. I gain on pink kit girl sloooooowly and finally am ready to make the pass. I am terribly inexperienced in passing etiquette. Do I blow right by her? Sit on her wheel? Say hi? I finally decide to ride strong, but say "good job" too. She does not go with me. Relief! I hit the huge downhill that ends in straight pavement so I let the SegSlayer fly. Last year, I got stuck by myself on the pavement in a nasty headwind, so this year I'm thrilled to see 2 dudes just in front of me. They are in matching 312 jerseys and I ask if I can join their train for the pavement. I even offer to pull my share but they insist on doing all of the work. Sweet! The ride back to Berryman Campground seems so much easier than I remember, and it's all because of me drafting. Thanks, 312 guys! On the climb back up to the campground, I make sure to empty my bottle and CamelBak and make a plan for the aid station: check for news on Mark, ditch the CamelBak, load 2 full bottles on the bike, throw a mini-can of Coke in my pocket, and leave. Once in the campground, everything goes to plan, including extra encouragement from Will Scherff! Thanks!

BERRYMAN TO BASS (20 miles, 2:00)
I check my watch leaving the campground and it says 4:05. I can't exactly remember my last year's split but I think it was around 2 hours. I have a big task in front of me if I want to break 6 hours. I get started on the singletrack and it takes a little bit for me to get back in the flow. This section of Berryman has seen tons of love from GORC, but somehow my head isn't processing fast enough for me to enjoy it. I muscle through the first few miles and then feel it: a cramp. Oh no! I cramped in this section last year when chasing Melisa, too. The e-caps on the gravel must not have been enough. I take a few more, and some water, and focus on spinning easy, or standing, anywhere I can. I don't usually cramp at all, but I don't usually ride at 170+ heart-rate either, so I guess I had this coming. For the next several miles I alternate between feeling decent, feeling sloshy stomach, and feeling crampy. I just try to keep moving through it all, however slowly, and finally once I hit the re-route section (where the trail gets lighter and gravely-er) I am feeling slightly normal. My handling has gone to crap, a fact pointed out to me by the guy on my wheel ("you really don't like right turns, do you?"), but I only crash once. As we finally make the turn off of the Berryman Trail, I realize I am very, very close to the well. No, not the well at Beecher Spring, I passed that a while ago, but the figurative well, one that signals the end of your fitness and the beginning of your heart. I don't get to this place very often. Sure, in adventure racing we see the end of our fitness all the time, but it's usually accompanied by more of a mental effort to control fatigue over several more hours of steady effort than a desire to pour your heart into a 7-mile sprint for the finish. But today, I have that chance to just empty myself. I drink my beloved mini-can of Coke on the climb out of Harmon Spring, rid myself of cramps one last time, point my nose toward Bass and haul. 
Do your best.
It's not fun. I even say that to one of the guys I pass - "NOT"...gasp gasp..."FUN". But then I didn't expect this part of the race to be fun, and I don't want it to be, either. I came to BT Epic looking for a soul-crusher and it's landed here in my lap. Time to hurt, and time to do my best. I've been thinking a lot about riding my best this whole race actually, and in my head there's been a picture of Noah, THE Noah as in Team Noah, with his eyes looking up and to the side. I didn't even know him, but that picture speaks to me, just asking for the best effort I can give. A lot of people ask me what I think about during endurance events. I don't always have a cohesive answer, but today it's clear. 7 miles of Noah, 7 miles of racing back to my teammates who I'm sure have already finished and finished well. The 6 hour mark passes, I won't be under it today, but it's no big deal since I know I've rode my heart out and that's what I came here to do.

Maria, Trevor, Adam, Dwayne, Jim, me! pre-race.
I cross the finish line in an exhausted 6:05 and almost immediately see Dwayne who hasn't even changed out of his kit yet, he's been so busy chatting at the finish line. David and Rachel are there too, so I get an immediate download on their days (David: a smokin-fast 5:11, and Rachel: a detour-riddled-but-still-impressive 5:48). I also learn that there are THREE Team Noah riders inside the Top 10 (Dwayne, Trevor, Jim) and I'm the slowest one in the cabin. Hey, someone's got to bring up the rear, and I'm still completely stoked on my ride. I am really proud of my speedy friends, too. I get cleaned up and then stuff my face with the awesome post-race food: full-on BBQ brisket with baked potatoes!!! Yes! I LOVE baked potatoes after a race! And beer from SBC! And meeting blog readers Mike and Josh! The day really couldn't get any better. Except, then in the awards ceremony, Scott and Jake give away 10 bikes and I win one of them! Seriously, this race has the incredible combo of killer singletrack and awesome party. And really cool turquoise socks. You NEED to sign up next year!

handlebar GoPro: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMvQZdl8xkI
where you at LJ?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpE_WvGT5YA
Tilford: http://stevetilford.com/2013/10/28/berryman-trail-mtb-classic/
strava: http://www.strava.com/activities/91640649
Roxanne: http://www.dirtgirldiary.com/2013/11/2013-berryman-trail-epic-race-report.html
Sasha: http://apabstsmear.blogspot.com/2013/11/bt-epic.html

does anyone have more pictures? post the link at https://www.facebook.com/pages/BT-Epic/163175240368241

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24 October 2013

Details: 2013 Bonk Hard Perfect 10 Rogaine

OK, David may have had his time in the spotlight with the official race report, but I want to talk too! So here are some details about our 10 hours in the woods at the 2013 Bonk Hard Perfect 10 Rogaine.
I love this shot of Gary. The ultimate navigator, he loves to hear how each team attacked the course.
Route Planning
Before we even got our maps, David and I had an idea of what we could accomplish. We estimated we could cover about 50k in the 10 hour time limit, so when we got the maps the first thing we did was wheel out a few different sweep routes to see what they were measuring. They were roughly 50k, so we knew that we should spend our pre-race time planning a sweep route, instead of planning a high-score route.

Then, we looked at the controls as they were scattered on the maps, and where the 100-pointers were. We mentally divided the race into three sections: the Western Peninsula, the Northern Blob, and the Eastern Airport Loop. Each section had its own characteristics, and we chose our direction (clockwise vs. counterclockwise) based on those characteristics. Basically, we chose to do the Western Peninsula first, because it had a ton of road running and we wanted to do that with "fresh" legs (as fresh as they can be after 3 weekends of racing). Then the Eastern Airport Loop had some better skip options for late in the race because the controls were more N/S scattered (the Western Peninsula were more E/W scattered so you had to really commit to getting everything).

Here is our final order. It's not exactly what's shown on the picture above, but pretty close.
The Western Peninsula: 16-36-15-24-4-3-25-32
The Northern Blob: 11-30-1-10-20-23-33-12(halfway)-31-14-21-2-13-22
The Eastern Airport Loop: 34-35-18-29-6-39-38-28-19(skipped)-5-27-17-26-37-F

Once we got the final order, we measured it again and marked off approximately every 10 miles (thirds) with a time check. That way, we could make sure we were staying on schedule to get back to HQ before the deadline. That strategy worked okay, but in the future I would divide the race into quarters or even fifths. Our pace drastically slowed down in the last half of the race and we may have been better able to control/mitigate that slow-down if we had more than one time check.

The key to route planning is a large dose of humility. I experienced this first when we were route planning for the 2013 LBL Challenge. David and Jeff are not afraid to plan for ridiculously slow paces in the final stages of a race. For example: 5k per hour, our overall planning pace, equates to roughly 19-minute miles. 19-MINUTE MILES!!! We are fit athletes here!!! It is almost insulting to plan for that pace. But when you factor in off-trail obstacles, plus all of the micro-route choices we take in the woods, plus time to stay in the map, 5k an hour is really quite reasonable. And that pace gets slower when you talk about the end stages of a 10- or 18-hour race. So do not even try to equate your orienteering/rogaining pace with your normal road-running pace. It's just not comparable.

Clothing and Gear
I felt like I really nailed my clothing and gear choices for this race, and it's probably because we've been racing so much that I'm pretty dialed with what my body needs. Because it was going to be a cool race (highs in the low 60s) I knew I could double-up my pants for thorn protection and not overheat. So on bottom I wore tight Salomon running shorts, long CW-X tights (not chosen for their compression characteristics, but rather they are thicker than most running tights), and long North Face trekking pants. This is a bomb-proof anti-thorn set-up. I could crash through most briars and be largely unaffected. I didn't really need the Salomon shorts, in fact they kind of gave me a wedgie for the entire race, but I was worried about chafing in tights alone, so the shorts served their purpose.
Wuv, twoo wuv.
On my feet I wore my trusty Brooks Cascadia shoes (with speed-laces) with Swiftwick socks. A match made in heaven! I used Hydropel on my feet before the race and they stayed quite happy they entire time. I've used this set-up for almost every race this year and it's served me very, very well. Too bad that Hydropel isn't being sold anymore! What are they thinking!

On top I had my Alpine Shop jersey, Swiftwick arm warmers, full-finger gloves, and a hat. In the middle of the race I took my hat off and replaced it with a buff for hair control. I also pulled down my arm warmers but never bothered to take them completely off. I used a Silva Jet thumb compass too. If you haven't tried a thumb compass...do it. They are awesome. Hard to buy in the US, but completely worth it to wait for international shipping. Normally orienteers use their non-dominant hand for their compass so they can punch with their dominant hand. Well, I never got the memo, so I am backwards and use a right-handed compass. The Jet comes in both right- and left-handed versions. We did not use any map cases - the mytopo maps are waterproof and cases just add bulk and weight.
my favorite vest! http://www.camp-usa.com/products/packs/trail-vest-10-1589.asp
For a pack I used a 10L Camp vest. I got this pack last year and I absolutely LOVE it for short races. I used a 2L bladder, filled completely to start the race. The Camp vest has 4 huge and 2 small pockets in the front. The huge pockets are perfect for keeping snacks accessible and trash organized. I kept the passport in the small velcro pocket (it was also attached to a bungee necklace). BuzzBites, Vitamin-I, and e-caps went in the small zipper pocket. I would also stuff my map into one of the huge pockets every time I went to punch. I just can't emphasize enough how much I like the front pockets. Bliss!

One more note, this isn't trying to be a commercial for anything (well, except Alpine Shop because they are awesome, go visit their stores! or you can buy stuff from their website!). I just like to list my specific gear from time to time in case people are wondering. When I first got into adventure racing/orienteering I was clueless about what to wear so I'm offering some suggestions here.

Bonk Hard
Ellen and Gary checking passports at the finish line.
After racing USARA and CPT Nationals, each hosted by different adventure racing organizations, it was such a treat to come "home" to a Bonk Hard race. Gary and Ellen put on top-notch events and really care about their racers. Ellen is just about the most organized person I have ever seen and even though David and I were late entries, she had everything ready for us at check-in. Gary set a great course and every control was hung where it was shown on the map. The map was also surprisingly good, too, even the vegetation boundaries were accurate! And, it was wonderful to see our friends from the Midwestern AR and orienteering scene, and pig out on the awesome finish line food (seriously...cheesy hashbrowns IN chili! mindblowing!). We are so lucky to be part of this incredible community of athletes. And here's some more great news...rumor has it that Cedar Cross will be returning in 2014! All hail Bob Jenkins (and start the bribes for the romantic weekend at Tan-Tar-A that he won)!

Okay that's it from me! As always if you have questions please leave a comment and I will respond! Happy rogaining!

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23 October 2013

Guest Race Report: 2013 Bonk Hard Perfect 10 Rogaine

GUEST POST!! My teammates felt really bad for my readers always having to endure these long-ass race reports that I write after our adventure races. So after the Bonk Hard Perfect 10 Rogaine, David wrote a report on our day and here it is! I've added a few comments, links, and pictures, but those are noted.

What's a rogaine? Well I'm glad you asked. It's a variant of the sport of orienteering. In classic orienteering, courses have a point-to-point order of controls that every competitor must follow, and the fastest time wins. In a rogaine, the competitor has to pick their own route between controls of differing point values, and the highest score in a set time period wins. No hair growth products involved. At the Perfect 10, we had 10 hours to get as many points as possible.

Take it away, David!

I hate to waste opportunities such as a Perfect 10 ROGAINE, close to home, but we had been racing 24 and 30 hour races for three weeks in a row now.  Any sane voice would say “enough is enough!”. Friday morning, a wave of insanity came washed over me.  I contacted the Thompsons to see if my ridiculous idea could become reality.  Late for work, I’m on the Bonk Hard website signing up.  Just before clicking submit, I think for a moment, ponder some more, then call Emily at work and ask, “so, would you like to leave tonight after work to run in the woods for 10 hours?”.

Now in my experience, if you call someone at work to ask if they can go out of town just after work for a race, the answer is pretty much no.  This is exacerbated by the fact that we were both planning to go to a party that night.  Knowing Emily, her energy and enthusiasm, I had a hunch things might be different.  She hesitated for perhaps one second, then said “sure, why not?”.
More than 70 runners raced at Perfect 10! 
We went to Doug and Sunny’s party Friday night and had a wonderful time with team 34 Down, around a fire and grilling steaks while listening to the final Cards game.  Doug brings out a giant cookie with candles on it.  It actually is my 49th birthday.  I drink heartily, hey it’s my birthday and Emily can drive.

We finally peel ourselves from the party and start the long drive down to the Lake of the Ozarks in the rain.  I think I have just as much fun sitting in the van chatting on the way down as I did at the party.

We arrive at the middle of nowhere, on a gravel road, just before 2:00 AM, in the rain.  We set out our sleeping bags in the back of the van (yes, I did clean the junk out before the trip) and sleep for a few hours before our alarm goes off at 5:50 AM (how rude).  Still, this is more sleep than I usually get before an adventure race.
Our sweep route! 1:24k map.
It is amazing that no matter how much time you we have, we always want more.  Our planning slides through the rules explanation.  Emily and I plan our sweep route.  We think we can do it but we know it will be close.

We start running our clockwise route.  The first couple of hours are a mostly brainless road running route.  I don’t mind as we are chatting like school girls which is something I don’t normally get to enjoy as I’m usually trying to keep the team from getting lost.  The simplicity of the first part surprises me because Gary loves tricky nav.
Strava of our route: http://www.strava.com/activities/90131479
After a couple of hours we run into Z of Off the Front adventure race team.  It appears that we are doing the same route except that he now has one more control than us (Emily: Z went and got CP37 first thing).  I know that Z is a good runner and I’m not sure how we are going to be able to make up the deficit.  I start having thoughts such as “I guess racing for second isn’t a bad goal”.  Shortly after we separate, the course becomes much more Gary-esque and the nav starts to get tricky.  I realize that our deficit is not so great as I thought.

About 5 hours in (Emily: at CP12), we run into Diane Diebold and Jason Bettis of Team Fusion going in the opposite direction.  We both inform each other that we are still on sweep routes.  We are a little over half way through the course in terms of distance, but we are pretty sure that they are winning because they have the easier controls ahead of them.  Suddenly, we are more concerned about them than Z.
Approaching the finish line!
After a couple more hours go by, it becomes clear that we are not going to be able to sweep.  We pick 3 controls to skip and leave a fourth one as a maybe at the end.  It was nice to get cowbells and cheering as we ran by the finish to get that last control.  Thanks guys, but we’ll be back in a while.
Possibly the worst finishing photo of Emily ever! Ha!
We finish to see a waiting Diane and Jason.  We quickly compare notes to find that we won by a very narrow margin.  My hat is off to them as we had about as good a run as one could expect.
Emily and David racing as Alpine Shop Lite.
After a previous three weeks of map and compass racing, I was afraid that this event would seem like work.  That is why I almost didn’t even go.   Nothing could have been further from the truth.  I am so glad that before clicking submit, I stopped to think for a moment, pondered some more, then called Emily at work to ask, “so, would you like to leave tonight after work to run in the woods for 10 hours?”
Winners get first pick of the prize table! Thanks Bonk Hard!
details from our race: http://silkychrome.blogspot.com/2013/10/details-2013-bonk-hard-perfect-10.html
SuperKate/Team Virtus: http://kate-my-mind.blogspot.com/2013/11/2013-perfect-10-rogaine.html 

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17 October 2013

Race Report: 2013 Checkpoint Tracker Nationals 30hr AR

You might want to take a bathroom break right now. Or grab a snack. This is a long race report.

After having a solid race at USARA Nationals, Jeff, David, and I joined up with our trusty fourth Doug to head to the Checkpoint Tracker National Championships. We were all feeling pretty good with recovery from USARA (and Doug from a friend's wedding) so we were excited to see how the race shook out. We left on Wednesday night and drove as fas as Nashville before crashing. Then on Thursday it was a relaxed morning, complete with my first-ever trip to Waffle House, and a short drive over to Knoxville for pre-race activities. It was pretty cool to see this city from an AR perspective. I'd actually raced here once before in 2012, but that was for a triathlon and we stayed on a marked course the whole time.
Yes we ate all of that!
Once we got to Outdoor Knoxville which would be the race HQ for the weekend, we ran through the paperwork stations and got to piddle with our bikes and gear bin for a while. The weather was really nice and we found a nice shady spot to hang. We turned in everything, headed over to the hotel and learned that I have some sort of special status at Hiltons so we have a room on a special floor and get to eat free food in a special room! We feel special! Then it was time for the pre-race meeting so we went back to Outdoor Knoxville to catch up with our friends from WEDALI (2 teams they brought, wow!) and new friends on Team Tecnu. The pre-race meeting was pretty chaotic. Lots of questions, lots of vague answers, and we got a peek at the automatic rifle we'd be using in tomorrow's shooting challenge. David asked if the course is clearable and the course designer said "No, unless you are Team Seagate, you won't be clearing the course." A rumble went through the crowd...who is going to try and clear it anyway? We couldn't really decide anything until we saw the map.
WEDALI 1 getting their map!
Plotting took a long time. Or rather, wrapping our heads around the course took a long time. The race instructions described the race in 3 sections: A, B, and C.
  • Section A: no maps yet, 9 CPs rogaine-style, any mode, plus shooting challenge and 2-3 extra orienteering points (rogaine-style means we can go to the CPs in any order)
  • Section B: no maps yet, 11 CPs rogaine-style, must bike to BA and then collect B1-B9 on foot, B10 and B11 any time, any mode
  • Section C: starts with 27-mile paved road ride with 1 CP. Then a 28-mile paddle with 2 paddle CPs and 6 intermediate trekking CPs. Then 12 CPs rogaine-style of biking with two rappels and 4-6 extra orienteering points.
We didn't have any maps for Sections A or B, or the first part of Section C. In fact, we didn't even know where Sections A or B were; the start location was a secret. Interestingly enough, all CPs were worth the same value. We were really confused, but we always feel this way before adventure races, so we spent a lot of time just going over the mechanics of the course. We put some time estimates to Section C, and then just had to trust ourselves that we would make good decisions once given the maps for Sections A and B. We all went to sleep about midnight-ish and then were up at a leisurely 6.30am for breakfast before going to Outdoor Knoxville at 7.30am. We were really disorganized getting out of the hotel - we forgot the car key in the hotel room, then I went up to get it, then I couldn't find it, then Jeff had to help me...anyway we finally rolled up to Outdoor Knoxville about 7.40am and saw every other team already there with their start map, busily plotting away. Suboptimal.

We grab our map and custom plotter and get to work for a few minutes before boarding busses. Doug and I plot the remainder of the course on the bus, trying to not mess up the map, while David drinks too much water. We have some time to route plan before getting off the bus, but it's really hard since the map scale is weird - somewhere between 1:29k and 1:36k. Plus the contour interval is 100 feet. I've never been on a map this huge, and it's going to be really hard to identify finer features. But we've raced on weird maps before, so we will figure something out. We make friends with the team sitting in front of us, Fortis Mons, and they are locals so they share some information about the vegetation (not that thorny) and terrain (steep). They also share an empty Gatorade bottle when David has a bathroom emergency - he fills the whole 32 ounce bottle in one go, on a bumpy bus! I knew I had talented teammates! The busses let us out at WindRock ATV park, and we have an hour to mess with our bikes and maps. We figure out a logical route for Section A and decide to go after it on bikes. We wish all of our friends good luck in the race, and pretty soon we're off!

Section A - Bike - 1000-1600

We take off with the majority of the field on bikes and very quickly, the field splits. Most teams take a right turn onto a gravel connector road, while we opt for the longer, paved around-route that eventually brings us back north. The paved descent is very steep and twisty, and we're riding in a loose pack with a few other teams. I misjudge one of the curves and, not wanting to over-correct into someone else's line, I find myself hurtling into the gravel ditch. Um....this is bad. I brake as much as I can and by the time I hit the ditch I'm at a more controlled speed, and it looks pretty rideable so...I ride it out. Doug's seen this all happening so as I'm getting back up to speed I see him waiting for me. "It's all good!" I shout, embarrassed at my horrible bike handling, and the two of us take off to catch Jeff and David. We ride with a few other teams but by the time we turn off of the pavement we're by ourselves. We attack A6 as an out-n-back and are introduced to the WindRock trails. They are HILLY: short, steep, grunty efforts that will grind our quads to pulp in no time, but not especially technical. So we spin each one up and pretty soon we are able to grab A6 right as WEDALI 2 is rolling in. Hi buddies! We continue on trail 22 to A4, and then we hit our first decision point (shown at the orange star on the map). We picked A7 as a good skip (jettison!!!) before the race, and these trails are already taking longer than we thought, so we have a quick team conference to figure out what to do. I am determined not to skip CPs, and I express this to the team. Jeff looks me in the eye and says he's heartbroken too, but we have to look at this logically. A7 is a logical skip. I understand and reluctantly agree. We take off towards A3, except we have a really hard time finding the trail junction we need. We see WEDALI 1 riding around here too and that makes us more confused. We mess around with the map some more, decide that we actually should get A7, so we chase hard back to the west. A7 has an easy attackpoint and we pick it up with a short trek, and I am secretly pleased we haven't skipped after all. Then we ride around to A3, through several teams milling about, as David quietly shows Jeff the correct reentrant to go punch. The other teams catch wind of our success and we aren't as sneaky as we thought getting out of there. But leaving A3, we spot a parallel feature with several bikes incorrectly dropped at it and we cheer ourselves on.

Then it's up to A5 which requires careful nav through a spaghetti bowl of trail junctions. We are able to follow them for the most part, but it's a lot of stop-and-go riding which isn't fast. To top things off, the connector trail we want to take to the top of the ridge is extremely overgrown and not signed. We miss it on the first try, and on the second one discover the impossibly steep, weedy trail. This is a serious hike-a-bike, but we've already spent time looking for this trail so we might as well take it now. We all grunt uphill for a couple hundred feed and finally pop out onto the high trail. From there we can ride until the north end of the ridge where we get off and have more climbing to do on foot for the punch. The flag is missing here but there is a ribbon with a code so we write it down and continue. We do this with WEDALI 2 as well and it's fun to be racing with friends. It's a scary downhill ride back to trail 4 but I channel some Sona bike mojo ("the bike wants to stay up") and ride as much as I possibly can.
Just add some dirt to this water.
On the way to A2 we have an interesting sighting: Team Tecnu riding in the opposite direction. What? Shouldn't they have cleared this Section by now? We have no idea what's going on but cheer for them anyway. We're riding along the trail when David spots the flag just barely out of the corner of his eye. Jeff drops in to punch and we all take time to turn our bikes around. Just as we're leaving, a few other teams roll up including Team Tecnu again! OK this is seriously confusing, they are looking for A2 as well. We don't have time to ponder so we take off in pursuit of A8. (Later we found out they did the shooting challenge and 2 extra CPs AA and AB before the rest of us.) We're already decided that A1 is a for-sure skip since it's far away and we've already spent too much time on Section A. We take a slightly different route than planned and as we're riding down to the G37 trail, Team Tecnu comes zooming by us on the muddy double-track (brown star on the map...see where this is heading?). There isn't much room to pass and I find myself riding side by side with THE Kyle Peter as we're heading towards a mud puddle. I hold my line. He holds his line. No one's giving in. And then, just before the puddle, Kyle sprints ahead and I get SOAKED, helmet to cleat, in muddy water. Ha. Nice one KP. I guess it's just karma for me pushing Erl in the water in June. Then the rest of Team Tecnu zooms around us and continues on their way.
Team Tecnu's Kyle zooming around. What a mud splasher.
We carefully watch for trail signs on the way down to A8. There are several gravel roads intersecting the area and we finally find the right one. We pass a big line of ATVs/buggies out for a morning ride and they are all SO NICE to us, the nerds on bikes. I was really worried about ATV vs. bike interaction when I found out about these trails, but everyone we've met has been super accommodating and courteous. We descend a black diamond trail to get to A8 and let me tell you...this is a serious black diamond. Probably someone in the world can ride it on a mountain bike but not anyone that I know. We just hike-a-bike downhill and then attack off of a trail junction. There's another team in the area so when Jeff finds the flag he uses our secret code phrase so we sneak off hopefully without the other team noticing. From there, we take a trail over to P1 which is a screaming paved downhill, down to our route from this morning and retrace our path to TA. WEDALI 1 catches us on the ride and we all climb the huge hill together - it's pretty fun to heckle the GearJunkie himself. Both teams attack A9 together and somehow WEDALI 1 drifts too far west, so we punch first and are able to climb out of the steep reentrant by ourselves.

We ride back to TA about 3pm, preparing to split up to tackle the shooting challenge and the optional CPs. I do better in the heat than my teammates so we decide to send me and David after the optional CPs and Jeff and Doug will shoot. As we're riding up to the pavilion, we hear a HISSSSSSS and Stan's starts shooting everywhere from Jeff's rear tire. Crap! Except, it's not really that horrible since he and Doug can change it after they're done with the short shooting challenge. It takes me and David FOREVER to get out of TA - first we can't find the map for the 2 optional CPs and run twice between the volunteers and the course designer to locate it. Then we forget the passport so we run back to Jeff to get it. Then we decide that these points are better attacked on bikes so we run to our bikes but get on them without changing back into bike shoes. We are a mess! But after all of that frenzy, we ride out of TA just behind Biz and Mari from WEDALI 1 so we are still in an okay spot. We are all keeping the same pace on bikes (even with me and David in our trekking shoes) so we sort-of-unspokenly-mutually agree to attack these together. The first point in the pond is easy. We ride right to it and Mari and I wade through the brackish water for the punch while the boys sun themselves on the bank. (SIDE NOTE: Mari is veteran expedition racer from Dart-nuun who was guest racing with WEDALI. I was stoked just to ride with her for a little bit. She's awesome!!) The second point is difficult and we all get lost in the maze of unmapped (and steep!) trails. We do a complete loop through the trails and then finally find the flag on the second pass. Now we just ride back to TA where Jeff and Doug have successfully changed the flat and have had plenty of time to prepare for Section B. We know Tecnu left at least 30 minutes ago with all points, and WEDALI 1 is leaving right in front of us with all of the points as well. We have skipped one CP but are in good shape.

Section B - Bike/Trek - 1600-midnight
Our route for Section B.
The first task of Section B is to ride to BA, site of a bike drop and a large trekking section. On the way to BA there are two points, B11 and B10, that can be obtained at any time by any mode. We decide to get them both on the outbound leg to BA since it's still daylight. On the way to the first one, B11, we see Team Tecnu again coming back towards us. This is confusing, plus they don't look very happy. We didn't notice that one of their bikes is missing half of its handlebar. B11 doesn't make sense to us as an out-n-back, but pretty soon we see WEDALI 1 doing the same thing so maybe the two teams have a secret strategy. Or maybe they just want to be closer to each other. But...probably not. We punch B11 and then continue with our plan which is taking the trail through to B10.

This...takes...for...ev...er. There are so many contour lines to cross, and lots of the climbing is super steep so we're hike-a-biking. I ride several little kicker hills I probably shouldn't, but my legs are feeling good and it's frustrating to be on and off the bike so much. With our dismal pace, we start to talk about the race as a whole and how much time we want to leave ourselves for Section C. David's been doing a really good job with the WindRock map so far, but the huge contour interval and unreliable trail-mapping have been frustrating for him (and, we're hoping, all of the other navigators) to work with. Everything in Sections A and B has been so far apart, and we know that Section C has a better map and the CPs are closer together. We decide we need to get off the WindRock map as soon as possible, so we start crunching the numbers. Working backwards, we figure that we need to be leaving BA by 9.30pm to have enough time to sweep Section C. The sun is starting to set when we finally hit B10 at the waterfall (a really beautiful and peaceful CP location, by the way) so we know we won't have much time for any of the trekking points in Section B. There are a few close-in, so we plan a route to grab what we can and get out of there, and on to better maps!

We finally roll into BA and are met by my favorite volunteer, Chris!!! Chris is part of the WEDALI crew and I first met her at last year's CPT Nationals when I raced with Andrei. She was super great to us in TA at that race, and I am so excited to see her smiling face at this point in the race because we're in a little bit of a low spot. We know we won't be even close to clearing the course based on how many B points we anticipate dropping. But she encourages us on anyway (and sweetly refuses to divulge any info on WEDALI - cutest ever!) and we run out of BA on a mission - we have 2.5 hours to get as many CPs as possible before returning to BA for our self-imposed deadline of 9.30pm.
Our trek loop starting at BA.
I am so excited to be trekking! I love the SegSlayer (confession: when I added the link in there I took a few minutes to gaze at the pictures. DANG that's a beautiful bike!), but trekking is probably my favorite AR discipline and we haven't gotten to do much of that yet today. We roar out of BA and within 15 minutes have spiked B1. We continue downhill, refill bladders for Jeff and Doug in the creek, and then hit the 12 trail for MOAR RUNNING. The great thing about racing with the super-fit boys of Alpine Shop is that I am usually the weakest physical link. So when I'm feeling good, I know I can push the pace and they will be able to hang. And I'm feeling good. We run.

It takes a team effort to find B3 because the reentrants are more detailed than the map shows, but eventually Doug spots the flag and we drop back onto the 12 trail for some running. Time check: 45 minutes gone, but we've got 2 CPs! Go Alpine Shop! We run for awhile on the 12 trail which crosses the creek several times. For the first few crossings we all pick our way over rocks and keep our feet dry (dry-ish for me, mine were soaked when we punched AB). Then we climb the 10 trail to attack B4 off of the bend. The veg is nasty, very thick and thorny, but we push through since it should only be a few hundred meters from the trail. The contours show a big reentrant so we just bushwhack north, expecting to fall into the feature and then find the flag upstream just a bit. Except, the big reentrant never materializes and the veg is slowing us down tremendously. We all gather around the map, and agree to press onward for 5 more minutes. If nothing changes, we'll bail on the B4 and head back to BA. No arguing or what-ifs. 5 minutes. Go.

I set my watch and 5 minutes later...nothing, except a lot more thorns. This hillside is just awful! We can't afford to waste any more time so we bail west/downhill back to the 12 trail. Once we get there, we start running back towards BA. We have an hour to get back to meet our self-imposed deadline, and David thinks we can hit B2 on the way to wrangle 1 more point out of this section. So we make a Leroy onto the 9 trail, then follow the creeks up to the CP. It's waaayyyyyy up there, and this takes more time than we thought, so by the time we're headed back to BA we're an hour late. We feel sort of sheepish, like kids missing their curfew, but that feeling is erased when we see Chris again and she tells us that WEDALI 1 and Tecnu are still in the woods. This is really, really good news for us. Remember the pre-race meeting when the course designer told everyone that the course was impossible to clear? Well, now we know that both WEDALI and Tecnu are trying to do the impossible, and they've left the door open a crack for Alpine Shop to race our smartest. The crack's not that big since we know Tecnu is stacked with frighteningly fast athletes, and WEDALI did the impossible last year at CPT Nats - clearing the course when Ronny said it couldn't be done. But, that tiny sliver of hope is still there, and we are going to chase it down hard.

This photo is looking at Knoxville from the south, and we were looking at it from the north, but same idea.
We race through transition, making sure everyone has layers for the fast descent, and take off on bikes. The return trip to TA is much easier, this time on gravel roads instead of twisty climby doubletrack. We can see the lights of Knoxville below us and it reminds me of seeing the lights of Moshitown from Kili. Temperatures are great and we motor along towards TA. The gravel spits us back onto P1, so we scream down the paved descent one more time, then choo-choo up the steep campground climb. Riding this earlier in the day with WEDALI 1 was more fun, honestly. But no time for pouting! We roll into TA about 11.30pm and there's actually quite a bit of activity. We check in with the volunteers and are given two maps: one 1:50k USGS with the entire 27-mile bike route (and the volunteers have really nicely marked the out-of-bounds roads! thanks!), and then one 1:35k USGS with the first 19 miles of paddling. We have a little bit of route-planning to do since there are some sections of illegal highway on the bike map, so we highlight a route and then make sure our pockets are filled with delicious snacks. No sign of WEDALI 1 or Tecnu, and we hope that means they're still battling on the trek. Let's roll!

Section C - Bike on Roads - midnight-0300
Before we can say good riddance to the WindRock map, we have one more CP to get: C3. We ride down to the corner in the road, drop our bikes, and then start a quick trek up and over a ridge and then deep down into a depression. Jeff punches, we re-trace our steps back to the bikes, and then boogie out of WindRock. David is so relieved to stop using the WindRock map and start using the USGS. Even though it's a huge scale, 1:50k, he exclaims "I can see again! Everything is making so much more sense!" and everyone's spirits go up.
The biking section, starting in top left corner and continuing south to the paddle put-in.
1:50k!!!! Sorry our markers bled a little bit, this map got wet in the boats.
There's really not much to say about this road ride. It's 27 miles of pavement, some hills of course but nothing huge, and it's surprisingly populated. We pass by several gas stations, fast-food restaurants, and even a few adult movie stores. No one stops, although we have cash and it's nice to have the option to re-supply if we were desperate. For water or calories that is, not porn! We do some singing. The boys do a lot of towing. Only one car gets uncomfortably close to us - the rest give us a really wide berth. We pass by the really futuristic Y12 National Security Facility in Oak Ridge, and the occasional uranium processing plant. More darkness. More pavement. Then finally, we start to see signs for marinas and parks and then we're riding into the paddle put-in at Concord Park!

We are greeted by two really nice volunteers who tell us where to put our bikes, and I get to work assembling paddles. The boys get PFDs and glowsticks sorted as we all make sure we have enough caffeinated items to see us through the witching hours. Still no sign of WEDALI or Tecnu and that's the way we like it. David hands me the paddle map, and we shove off into the darkness of the Tennessee River!

Section C - Paddle - 0300-1100
First 20ish miles of the paddle. 1:30k scale.
Pre-race info told us the paddle was 28 miles, so we settle in for a long time on the water. We're in our usual paddling arrangement of me/Jeff and Doug/David. The night is clear, no wind, and despite going upstream on the Tennessee River, the current is negligible because it's unholy (hahaha...I mean dammed). I'm navving and I've got a sweet setup in front with my pack supporting the map and my compass right next to it. This is fun! The stars are beautiful and the temperature is pleasant. And then....fog. I'm not sure if it rolled into us, or we paddled into it, but suddenly I can't see the shoreline. Either shoreline. It's all a grey haze, and we're supposed to be making a hairpin left turn pretty soon. I try talking through it with David, but I'm so worried about making a mistake that we decide to have him nav. I hand over the map with relief. David uses the red river beacon to guide us around the turn, stopping a few times to make sure we aren't drifting into a cove. I can't describe how difficult it is to navigate in white-out (grey-out? fog-out?) conditions like this, especially on a river with no current AND AT NIGHT. There's nothing preventing us from paddling into a cove or side channel, or doing a complete 180° turn in the middle of the river, or entering a tributary, except David's compass and river sense.
It's actually a little scary. Not in a death-defying way, just in a one-mistake-and-we-might-be-stuck-out-here-for-hours way. We have to stay close to a shoreline to give us some sort of landmark. Sometimes there are houses with lights, and sometimes not. Jeff and I each get a little queasy if we look out into the nothingness of the main channel, so we just ignore it and keep our eyes on the riverbank or treeline when we can see it. We're paddling really slowly, but so far we haven't gotten stuck or confused or off-course. The occasional river beacons help confirm we're doing okay.

Then, out of the mist, we see a silo. What the what? It's just so surreal, a huge silo in the middle of the river, that we couldn't see 10 meters ago. And now we're practically touching it. But wait! What's this? David finds it on the map! We are exactly where he thought we were. It's all good! Let's keep paddling! But not before Doug and I pee.

We keep paddling and the fog gradually begins to lift. This is a really good thing, because we're getting close to our first paddle CP, C1. It's supposed to be on the north shore of the river and, after some careful inspection, our headlamps ping the tiny strip of reflective tape on the punch. Relief! We get back into the main channel and continue upstream.

We are seriously into the witching hours now, and the stress of the fog-out has been released a little bit. Our eyes are getting really heavy. I find that talking/singing/whistling works for a little bit, but what works even better are BuzzBites and jerky. Yum. Munching on these two things helps me keep fighting the sleep monsters (after the race, Mari from WEDALI was incredulous that we even thought about getting tired in just a 30hr race. what a badass). Doug is not as successful in his sleep monster battle. After a few close calls with the river, he asks for a nap and a tow. Jeff and I use the boats' pre-attached ropes to rig up a tow and we keep the team moving while Doug gets some beauty sleep. Ha! Jokes on him though, because when he wakes up he's soaking wet and cold. But, he's awake in time for us to punch C2, which we do in a half-fog around 2 other boats. There is a pre-dawn hush on the river and apart from making sure they don't need anything, we don't chat. Imagine that...Alpine Shop, not chatting.

Sunrise finally comes to us and it is welcome. The temperature has been perfect for me - I'm in full rain gear and there has been just enough chill in the air to keep me awake, but not enough to shiver. But I'm ready to be warm again, and the sunrise helps that. It's beautiful as the rays illuminate the misty, wooded bluffs. I feel like I'm in Middle Earth or something. Nope, just Knoxville! With the sun up, our 4pm finish cutoff is now a looming reality. We have so much ground left to cover and even with 9 hours left, we're stressing. David keeps his eye on the map and we debate if we should even go to IC King, where three CPs are waiting for us on foot. We know one of the CPs is really close to the take-out, and another could be a 250m swim away, but unfortunately the take-out is a good kilometer away from the main channel of the river. With our slow pace through the fog, we can't afford an extra 2k paddling plus running and swimming for only 2 CPs. So we paddle past IC King and mourn the skipping of another 3 CPs.
Finally, our 1:24k map!!! Rejoice!!!
There is more fog to deal with as we paddle past IC King. It's a bit easier to navigate now that we have a sun, but it's still laced with a magical sleepiness drug that makes us all want to nap. I solve it this time by putting my feet up on the gunwales of the boat so I'm forced to rebalance myself every few paddle strokes. We're more than 20 miles into the paddle and we haven't gotten out of the boats, and it's getting old. I think about the race so far and how the course designer has really set more of a mental test than a physical one. We've had to meter our efforts in Sections A and B, knowing that we have about 9 hours of dead time before getting into the meat of the CPs. Well, our 9 hours of dead time is growing since this paddle is taking...

Enough complaining about the paddle. Sorry! Did I mention that my personal paddle is awesome? She's an Epic Small Mid Wing 4pc carbon paddle and we call her the princess paddle since she travels in her own personal case, separate from the "common" paddles used by the rest of the team. Well, the boys use really nice paddles too, they just have lost their cases. I'm far from being a good paddler but the wing blade really helps me feel the water and keep my stroke connected. And that's really all I know about paddling. Unsolicited commercial over.

We are paddling along, finally in full sun, and Jeff and I start to see houses. Big ones. And people. Skinny ones (cross country runners at a meet). There are some bluffs to our right that look cave-ish and we think surely...SURELY...C7 must be just up ahead and from there we're almost to the take-out. David and Doug are right behind so Jeff asks "Hey David, how are we doing? Almost there?" David looks down into the bottom of the boat and replies "Well, we're gonna go right some more, then left, then straight-ish, then a big right turn....and then I turn the map over."

The silence is deafening. I don't even need to turn around to see the look of "are you kidding me" on Jeff's face. David's got this crazy "this is horrible in a sort of funny way" grin on his face, and Doug is seriously ready to stop paddling. I tend towards David's emotion...this is turning into a much longer paddle than anyone bargained for, and it IS horrible, but there are no people I'd rather suffer with than these guys. We each take our 30 second pity party, and then regroup and refocus on getting ourselves to the cave. We do some more towing since Jeff and I are feeling good, and then finally we spot our reentrant and tiny tiny beach for C7.

Section C - Cave and Short Paddle - 1100-1200
We are all so happy to do a little trekking at C7. We beach the boats, and then have to re-anchor them when a speedboat wake jostles everything loose. At least that happened while we could still see the boats! We run over to C7 and find a happy volunteer waiting for us. She gives us the cave instructions, telling us that we can split up to get the cave and C8 and C9 at the same time. We're a little confused since we thought there were extra CPs for the cave, but that's incorrect. Doug and I tackle the cave while Jeff and David sprint off for a quick 1k o-loop.

The cave is skinny and slippery and all of a sudden we have the company of another team! The six of us work together to find and access the hidden jack-o-lanterns full of candy. I can't remember their team name but I think the woman who figured out how to get to the candy was Sue. So, thanks Sue, for helping us all out! Doug and I have some time once we emerge from the darkness, so we chat with the volunteer. Whenever I have the spare time to chat with a volunteer during a race, I preface it by saying "I'm going to ask you a ton of questions and if you don't want to answer any of them, or if I get annoying to you, you can tell me to stop and it's okay." This volunteer laughs and introduces herself as Karina, the course designer's sister. Awesome! So I pump her for information on Tecnu and WEDALI. She doesn't have any news on our Minnesotan friends, but she tells us that Tecnu didn't put-in until 9.30am. Doug and I look at each other, stunned. We know Tecnu are really good paddlers but 6.5 hours is cutting things awfully close. We hope they won't have to deal with the fog that we just paddled through. We chat about the rest of the race with Karina, and then Jeff and David come storming back for the punch. Awesome! We rush back down to our boats and as we're getting back in the river, we share the Tecnu news. This really lights a fire in our bellies. We paddle hard for the remaining 2k, all the while doing CP math and calculating our total (21 in the bag so far, with time to get more) vs. Tecnu's total (24 if they cleared A and B plus the two easy paddle points on C). Things are looking good on that front, but we don't have any news on WEDALI which means they probably put-in before Tecnu and are hunting us down right now. Yikes! We see the take-out and...HEAR the take-out. Dave, Erl, and Chris from WEDALI are there, some volunteers are there, I think Swiftwick is there, it is a bunch of people and they are cheering us on like crazy. It's so amazing to come off the water to the encouragement of our friends. We rip apart our paddles, throw them in the bag (sorry princess!), and then run with everything to Outdoor Knoxville, where our bin and bikes are waiting for us. There, we hurriedly transition and I take water bottle duty. I run them all down to the Outdoor Knoxville building, intending to go inside and use the bathroom faucet (and the bathroom myself). It's locked. What? I try another door. Locked too. I race up the outdoor stairs to a third door. No dice. I NEED to fill these water bottles...and there is a huge landscaping fountain staring me in the face. We have bleach at the bin. Done. But I still need to pee. Yes. I peed in the landscaping at Outdoor Knoxville. Sorry. I run back to my teammates with full bottles and an empty bladder, tell Jeff that we need to treat them, and finish up with the rest of my transition.

Section C - The Cornucopia of CPs - 1200-1538
Left from Outdoor Knoxville (west side of map) and went CCW.
We roll out of Outdoor Knoxville about noon and have four hours left to get as many CPs as possible. Looking at the map, it's obvious we have to go to one or both of the rappels since they will have up to 3 additional CPs that we can split up and get. We decide to go to Fort Dickerson first since it's closer, and it has 2 other CPs close by. We ride over the Gay Street Bridge and race westward on pavement. It's actually a little tricky to find C10/C11 due to the trail network, but we finally spot the volunteers and drop our bikes. First they give us instructions for C11: Quarry Jump. 2 team members have to jump off of a rock into the quarry lake. Jeff needs no further instruction and leaps off the rock. I think I can do it until I peer over the edge. Ummmm, does anyone else want to? I mean, I could, if I had to, I think...Doug sees me backing out and volunteers. Two seconds later both boys are climbing out of the lake, successfully completed with their jumps and we have another CP. Then Doug and I get rappel instructions while Jeff and David get a map with THREE extra CPs on it. This is awesome. Doug and I get the rappel gear into our packs and jog off. Except, the top of the rappel is really hard to find on a memory-o. We jog a complete loop of the trails, come back to the volunteers who can't help us anyway since our teammates have the map, so we re-run the trails and finally spot the little rappel access trail to our right. We gear up quickly and realize that we'll be rappelling into the quarry lake. With our full packs. Sweet. The volunteer gives us a safety check and gets us started on the ropes. It's a pretty easy rappel but I take my time since the cliff is jagged and I don't want to slam into it. AKA I'm a wimp.
Another racer rappels into the water.
Then I'm in the water and having trouble running the rope out of my ATC. The safety boat volunteer has to help me, and then I am free to swim to shore. It's a slow swim since I'm doing it with my pack, and shoes, and helmet. I flip over onto my back a lot to take a break and to cheer on Doug. The water feels awesome and we are both feeling great when we climb out. We have a few minutes waiting for Jeff and David so we make sure the bikes are ready, and again try to get information from the volunteers. These two don't have any new updates so we just chat with them about the 30hr race as well as the sprint race that's happening concurrently. I also peek at the maps and do some figuring about the next closest CPs. The next rappel (Meade's Quarry, C13) is only a 6km ride away, and then 5km back to Outdoor Knoxville.

The boys come sprinting back to C10/11 with three successsful punches on their extra map. We joyously hop back on our bikes and ride off to get C12 which is just north of us. Jeff and David actually spotted it while on their extra trekking loop, so they lead us directly to the punch. Then, we have a team meeting. We've got 27 CPs so far, and its about 2:15. We want to be at Outdoor Knoxville 3.30pm to have time for the final trek. Should we go for C13? We can do 11k in an hour no problem! But the boys are worried that we wouldn't get the punch at C13 if we don't do the rappel, and that could take more than an hour. And we probably wouldn't have time for that extra trekking loop. So we look for a stand-alone CP and decide to go get C21, which is a similar 11km ride. Let's do it!

The ride to C21 is tense. We are back in a very urban environment and not all of the streetnames are shown on the map, nor are all of the streets signed in the first place. We hunt and peck for the right intersections and are momentarily flustered when we cross an major 4-lane road that isn't on the map. Plus every other streetname is some variation of Siever...Siever Rd. Sieverville Rd. Old Sieverville Rd. Sieverville Pike. Old Sieverville Siever Pike Rd Siever Rd Pike. WHO IS SIEVER!?!?! But David's feeling good so we follow. We're almost make it to our trail/road junction when we get sidetracked on a gravel road/driveway. Team conference...where are we on the map? Which map are we using? We have two, our 1:24k USGS and a race-provided park map of the South Loop. I happen to look at the South Loop map and spot the curlicue gravel road we accidentally turned on. We're not that far from the CP. We descend back down to the pavement, finally find the trail, and are absolutely delighted at the singletrack that awaits us. It's only a few hundred meters but wow! Awesome stuff! We are really sad we didn't get to ride more of it. Jeff punches C21 under the bridge and now we have to race back to Outdoor Knoxville for instructions on the final trek.

The ride back to Outdoor Knoxville is tense but David does a great job picking out the streets that we need. We coast back into the parking lot TA and receive verbal instructions for the final trek from the same two volunteers who were at the paddle put-in at 3am this morning. Dedication! With our end-of-race-brains, we are sort of confused about the instructions (follow the green and pink survey tape) but we find the course designer in the parking lot too and he confirms "Just follow the green and pink survey tape". It's really not that hard but we are mentally drained. So we follow the tape, and it turns us into a huge box culvert full of rushing water. An underground creek! Cool! We splash through the tunnel, and I enjoy the quiet time to collect myself before being thrust into the chaos of a finish line. We've run a really good race. We've kept each other awake, hydrated, eating, and moving well for 29 and a half hours. We all still like each other. We've made what we think are good decisions. We have one final punch in the culvert before running through downtown to Krutch Park and the finishing pop-up tent. Jeff turns in our passport, we are handed a bottle of water, and we are done.

Spoiler alert: we won. Even the Mayor of Knoxville knows!
We learn that neither Tecnu nor WEDALI has finished yet. So we relax on the grass while we wait for them. Jeff checks his bike computer - we've ridden somewhere around 95 miles, plus the 30 mile paddle, plus about 5-6 hours of trekking. We're all really hungry, but don't want to eat any of our race food. WEDALI comes running in just 15 minutes after we did. We go over to congratulate them and we can't help but ask how many CPs they have. David and Biz start doing some math, and they conclude that we've tied. Tied? I can't believe it, and we all know that if we're tied on CP points, then Alpine Shop wins since we have the faster finishing time. This could be major. But I brush it off to race brain and just congratulate my friends on an excellent race. We're lucky to be able to see them twice in one week! There are rumors of food at the finish line, but those are only rumors, and we need to go get our bikes and gear before going to the "shortest awards ceremony ever" at "6:00 or 6:30, somewhere around there". So we walk back to Outdoor Knoxville, load up the bikes and gear into a van that has been taken over by ants (WTF!!), and get cleaned up at the hotel before walking back to the awards ceremony/thing at a rooftop bar.

We had a lot of mixed emotions following this race. I won't go into all of them because it honestly took us the entire 9hr drive from Knoxville to St. Louis to really believe that we won, and be proud of ourselves for it. The rogaine race format had a lot of people complaining, and the Checkpoint Tracker logistics of the entire weekend just added fuel to the fire. At the awards presentation, we didn't feel like we had just won a championship race, nationals or otherwise. But after discussing it at length within our team, and receiving several notes of encouragement and congratulations from racers across the country, we have come full circle. Every team out there had the same information, for better or for worse. We all knew about the last 1:24k USGS map and the 23-25 CPs it contained before the race even started, and the several hours of biking and paddling it would take to get there from the undisclosed start location. Once we got on the WindRock map, and realized how slow we were on it, we made the decision to hustle to the last map and salvage what we could. Those decisions, combined with working together for 29.5 hours, earned us the win. We are Alpine Shop, your 2013 Checkpoint Tracker National Champions.

Team Tecnu: https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=568871593148222&id=162254323809953
Gearjunkie/WEDALI: http://gearjunkie.com/checkpoint-tracker-championship-2013 
Richmond ASR - Raging Burritos: https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=693571517322518&id=133544796658529

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