|Getting stoked to ride in rain/mud all day!|
So how many of you racers checked your inbox when you awoke, praying for an email that said the course would be shortened due to inclement weather? I searched but found nothing. Had it not been for wanting to support Lisa, I probably would have bailed. It had already rained at least an inch during the night and it was not projected to stop until 3pm.
At least I had made preparations the day before to try to waterproof myself. Shower cap (a not so pro tip I learned at the 2007 La Ruta), latex gloves, Gore Tex shorts, and a Gore Tex jacket. At least the temps were not too terrible, 50-55 degrees. If I could keep my core, fingers, and toesies warm, I had a chance of having a semi-fun day. The shower cap works well for me in that it keeps the rain from running down into my eyes and is not hot like a cycling cap can be.
We rolled out of the Ocoee Retreat Center at Lisa's "neutral-ish" pace, which had my HR pegged at the first little hill. After turning right onto the main paved road, I tucked in behind Amy. Now she is a beast! Had it not been for her bouncing on her head down the backside of Addis Gap during the Georgia Gravel Grinduro, she would have schooled all of us ladies on gravel racing. I was hoping to just hang onto her wheel as long as I could. Well, that lasted about 10 minutes. She slowly rolled away from me on the first climb after we hit gravel. I knew my limits and did not want to completely implode within the first hour, so I just had to settle into my own rhythm and hope for the best.
|Just add fog, rain, and leaf cover.|
FS 302 was still fast despite the rain and the leaves. Traction was good and the road bed was firm, making for quick work of this section. But then FS 1333 ... oh, how I loathe you! This was a 4 mile section of double track with lots of sharp turns and loose chunky rock. It was also a little bit sloppy. And complicating matters were my glasses fogging up. I did not want to take them off because at least they were keeping the mud out of my eyes. My lower back was beginning to hurt and whenever I would try to get out of the saddle to give it some relief, my rear wheel would spin out over a loose rock. Finally I saw the intersection of FS 55 and was able to escape this "gravel purgatory."
The next two miles were downhill to flat, so I was able to stretch out my back and eat/drink. I whipped out my gel flask and sucked down some needed calories. I kept the flask tucked in my bra so as to make for easy extraction: try to fight a rain jacket to get to your flask in a jersey pocket and you will know why I chose this option. It also kept the gel warm and fluid.
Not needing anything at Aid #1, I threw a friendly wave to Paul, and began the 1.5 mile slog up to the start of the Big Frog section. At least the ground was firm. I stopped at Zeke's truck at the intersection and cleaned my glasses. Then I began the 10 mile loop of pain. This is the hardest section, as it is chunky and has a 3 mile climb, followed by a treacherous, rutted and rocky descent ... now covered in leaves. Despite my back becoming cranky again, I turned off all emotions and just gutted it out. I told myself that once I got through this part, it would be easy-peasy to the finish. Yeah, I lied, but sometimes necessary in order to get into the right mindset.
Halfway through, I heard a rattling on my bike. Looking down, I saw that one of my bottle cages was just about to launch itself down the mountain. Fortunately, I was able to stop, grab my multi-tool, and tighten the screws that had loosened. The last few miles of this loop were mostly downhill and I was able to find some flow and punch some power coming out of the corners. Despite the weather, course conditions, and achy back, I was actually having fun!
|A beautiful course with 6500 feet gain in 52 miles|
I made a hard right onto FS 221 and although the road was flat, there was plenty of energy sapping mud to knock the wind out of my sails. My drive train was making all sorts of death wails. I saw a rider ahead of me, so that became my carrot, allowing me to focus on him and not the road. It took FOREVER for me to catch him, but I did, as the climbing began on Sheed's Creek Road. He asked how far Aid #2 was and I think I popped his balloon when I answered 5 miles.
I welcomed the short bits of pavement. The gravel section of this road had been recently graded and what with the heavy rainfall and hunter traffic, it was like pedaling through a milkshake (perfect wording, Chris!). I tried to find the firmest ground to pedal, but the descents were super sketchy. I would be riding on hardpack only to suddenly find myself hitting a section (always in a turn) where it would turn to soup. I learned quickly to let go of the brakes and trust my front wheel to find the way.
I stopped at Aid #2. Jayden kindly refilled my bottle while Kathleen helped me clean my glasses. I kept the stop short, so as not to give my legs any indication that the day was over. I managed to keep pace with another racer on a MTB. He had a strong steady pace, a little more painful than what I really wanted to endure, but endure I did. My back pain had eased up some, and I was able to apply more power to the pedals. With firm ground beneath me again, I was able to stand and pedal when the grade dictated. This switching between seated and standing afforded me a little more oomph to get over the climbs. We then caught up to Chris (whom I had met at Pine Log a few weeks back). Together the three of us pushed each other to the finish (misery loves company!).
I rolled through the finish line with a time of 4:37:57, 2nd woman and 18th overall. This was a great way to end the season, knowing that I still have the grit, gristle and gumption to persevere in less than ideal conditions.
Hmmm ... maybe this was why I had squealing brakes and less than stellar stopping power.
All in all, this is a nice addition to the Chainbuster Gravel Series. Lisa pulled out another great race despite the horrid conditions. I do hope that this one will continue, although perhaps moving it up a month or two might attract more racers and better weather. The venue is awesome (bike wash, hot showers, beer, and food), the course is beautiful and punchy, and schwag and prizing are abundant.
Kudos to all those who toed the line and to the volunteers who also had to endure yucky conditions!