Each lap was 13.8 miles and 1350 feet of climbing. So many twists and turns and ups and downs that my Garmin could only handle 11.5 miles and 1100 feet of climbing. The course was in perfect shape. Many hours of work had gone into making this course race ready. The weather was cooperating this year; the course was dry and with a nice light rain the night before, the dust had settled.
Although I was initially in the 5th row, late comers funneled in the front, past the "official" start line. This put me well back in the field. The start was fast and furious on the initial 3/4 mile parade lap on the pavement through the campground. I was spinning a cadence of 100+ but still was passed by hordes of racers that are super fast on their geared full squish bikes ... until they hit the single track where their roadie skills did not transition to the dirt.
I knew Lap 1 was going to be a party train. In year's past, I would blow a few matches to get around racers. This year, I had decided that I would ride with the train, saving my energy for future laps. An experiment it was. I was EXTREMELY patient until I came upon a racer who I swore was drunk. This guy was on a full suspension with a skateboarder's helmet, flat pedals, and pads. I don't think he realized he had gears as he was pedaling like a hummingbird. He was fine on the straightaways but when he came to any sort of turn, he was all over the berm and nearly bit it several times. I knew I had to get around him before he took me out. I did and said a prayer of thanks.
My body was functioning well and I was almost into my little bubble of happiness when, trying to pass a racer through a rooty section, my chain came off. Doh! Taking way too long too get it back on, guess who passed back by me? Yep, Mr. Tipsy! I had to play that game all over again, this time passing him as he was wallowing around in the leaves after having folded his bike in half on a huge berm.
|Short, but steep, grunty climbs|
I finally found my bubble on Lap 2. I came upon Eleanor midway and noticed she was pushing a much harder gear. We chatted for a bit and then I knew I had to go. One of these days, I hope to be able to throw on that big gear again. But for now, I was happy with my dinner plate cog. Lap 2 was my fastest.
Midway through lap 3 I came upon Mark Stewart. He was a hurtin' buckaroo as he rode with Lisa the previous lap. Little did he know that she sometimes likes to play with guys the way a cat plays with a mouse ... just before the kill blow. I was beginning to feel the fatigue settle in as well. I chose to stay with Mark and follow his lines, and perhaps learn a little. Mark is a very skilled rider. I told him that the highlight of the race for me would be able to see him hit those four jumps at the end of the lap. I think that this pushed him a little harder, and he nailed the biggest one!
Prior to heading out for lap 4, I chugged a can of Red Bull. It took about a half lap before I grew wings. While waiting for my overdrive to kick in, I settled in behind another rider who had a great pace and was super consistent. This allowed me to turn AutoPilot on and enjoy the ride. Once I felt the energy return, I made the pass and motored on. About a mile before the rock gardern, I fell in behind Melissa Cooper who was racing duo. When I made my presence known, she kicked it into high gear and left me choking on her dust on the climb. I managed to crawl my way back onto her wheel and then passed her when she bobbled in the beginning of the rocks. Must have been fate as she rode my line through the tricky portion of the garden and cleaned it for the first time! I could hear her squeals of gratitude, which in turn made me feel good and bolstered the inner fires.
I went out for my 5th and final lap. I wasn't sure if it was necessary, but I needed all the miles I could get. My body was not happy with all the jarring. With every G-out or set of roots, my left foot sent out electrical waves of pain and it felt like someone was taking a knife and poking it into my lumbar area. The upper body was holding up well, but the lower was all to hell! I was ready to be done.
With about 3 miles to go, Gordon Wadsworth and Wes Richards, racing neck in neck in the single speed division, blew around me quickly and effortlessly. I was "sucked" into their vacuum and for a brief moment, I do believe I entered a time warp. This last lap was my second fastest, no doubt thanks to those two.
I rolled through the finish line with a first place in the single speed category ... 5 laps in 6:21. Slower than my last solo performance, but I was happy. Happy to be back at my passion. Happy to have my body perform as it should.
Jason knows how to put on a fantastic race with equal payouts, incredible schwag, and a post-race raffle filled with high dollar items. Winning the single speed division netted me some Benjamins and a Endless Bike Co. musette bag filled with goodness!
|The 33T will come in handy at Marathon Nationals.|
|And beer for my hubby!|
|The Jedi Master of trailbuilding Jim Horton|
If you missed out on this one, check out their fall race, The Wilkesboro 100K. It uses the Warrior Creek Trails, the Overmountain Victory Trail, and the Dark Mountain Trails. I raced the inaugural one and highly recommend it.