Pisgah 36 Race Report, Stages 3 and 4

Stage 3 was pretty straight forward.  I was planning on grabbing only the two mandatories:  intersection of Farlow Gap and 229C and the intersection of 475C and Bracken Mountain Trail.  I decided to head up to Farlow first, during the warmest part of the day.  This climb would be the only time I was in short sleeves this whole race!  I thought I was feeling o.k. pedaling up 475, but once I turned onto 229, my legs were gone!  It did not help that the road was super soft and slushy in sections.  And then I started having pain in my left foot with each pedal stroke.  At one point, I had to get off the bike and walk 100 yards, hoping the pain would subside.  It didn't.  I began having a discussion with myself, about bailing, not wanting to do any further damage, if the pain got any worse.  It didn't, and I continued.  Once I hit the single track to Farlow, the pain miraculously went away.

Deja vu!  

The short sleeves was nice while it lasted, but I bundled back up for the descent down to the fish hatchery.  I stopped just outside the Cove Creek campground gate, hooked my light up, and tested it out before heading to the second mandatory.  Just then Zeke showed up, my trail angel!  He helped to lift my spirits; I just wish he had brought my spare set of legs.  After a brief exchange of words, he left to head to the Sunset Motel, where a nice hot shower and warm bed awaited him.  I began the journey, once again into the unknown.

Forest road 475C  goes ... on ... forever!  8 miles of meandering slowly up to the Bracken Mountain trailhead.  At least the grade was pleasant and my foot was happy again.  I also seemed to have a little more fuel in the engine, as it was not sputtering like it had been going up to Farlow Gap earlier.   I crossed paths with Barnabas about 2/3 of the way up; he was coming down, but stopped to give me some motivation.  He was looking strong! Oh, to be in his shoes at that point.

Night 2 was approaching quickly!

The ride back down to the fish hatchery was quick, but the temps were dropping quickly.  The short pavement ride back up 475 to the campground was beginning to irritate me.  How many times now?  The little rises had turned into exhausting climbs.  It was here that I had my first doubt of being able to complete the task at hand.  Just keep moving forward, I told myself.  My legs were almost dead, my left wrist was achy, my shoulders were tight, and was that a headache coming on?

Checking in after Stage 3

It was 7:45 when I checked in.  I grabbed Stage 4 out of the box.  Another predetermined route, mostly forest road, but a doozy nonetheless.  And then the first chill hit me; I shook it off.  I hopped in my car, turned the engine on, and began to prepare.  Eat, drink, yawn, change clothing, open packets of chemical warmers, look at the route again, yawn again.  I layered up just like I had the first night (in hindsight, big mistake).

Stage 3 Stats:
Time:  4:45
Distance: 34 miles
Elevation Gain:  4300 feet
Average Temp:  50 degrees

At 8:35 I hopped out of the vehicle, reattached the Brahma bull of seat bags (this housed my 40 degree sleeping bag.  I was having a hard time telling my fingers what to do and it took about 5 minutes to accomplish.

I was definitely NOT in a happy place as I began the climb up 475B.  When I realized that I was not generating enough power to keep me warm on this climb, I began to formulate a bail out plan ... just in case.

The face says it all.

After taking a selfie of the first CP, I decided that if I did not warm up by the time I hit the horse stables, I would head back to camp.  I had a long season ahead of me and did not need to make a stupid mistake that would jeopardize the remainder of the season.

Heading down 477, I entered the first stage of hypothermia.  I stopped shivering, experienced mental confusion, and drowsiness (I began to yawn like crazy ... weird!?!)  That was the slowest I have ever descended 477.  Heading up 5058 would only have put me is harm's way.  I still had the task of getting back to camp ... 8 miles away.  I don't even remember pedaling back up 276.  I suppose I was on autopilot.

Once I arrived, I immediately hopped in my vehicle, turned the engine on, and proceded to thaw out.  After about an hour, I felt human again, but utterly exhausted!  I managed to get out of my riding clothes and climb in my sleeping bag.  Unfortunately, I forgot to set my alarm.

I awoke abruptly at 6:50 am, but what with the time change it was now 7:50 am.  The competitor in me instantly began formulating a plan to finish.  But it was quickly determined that I could probably only finish the stage I had set out on the night before.  I was o.k. with that.  I did not regret my decision the night before.  I was only mad that I had not set my alarm to get an earlier start and perhaps still be in the running to finish the whole race.

I was on my bike by 8:30am.  I had until 1 pm to finish stage 4.  I had to pedal the 8 miles back down to the horse stables to resume Stage 4.  The climb up Clawhammer was pleasant; the sun was out, the temperature bearable, and the body was happy again.  It was nice to be able to shed clothing as my core heated up.  Buckhorn and South Mills was fast and flowy.  The gravel grind along 1206 and 475B was enjoyable.

It was all rainbows and unicorns again.

225 was upon me before I knew it; I almost blew by it.  Let me tell you, after 150+ miles of Pisgah, 225 is a bitch of a climb!  The kind of climb where you look around every corner expecting to see your turn, but all you see is more ribbon of single track.

I was so happy to see this intersection, I think my smile muscles cramped.

It was all downhill from here.  Even though I was not an official finisher, I pedaled into camp a happy woman.  Eric had tested all of my abilities.  After 36 hours, 180 miles and 22,000 feet of climbing I was alive.  My body may have been wrecked, but my spirit soared!  Eric's races test you like no other ... and this is why I keep coming back, even though they are so damn hard!  I have a carrot for 2015 now!

Stage 4 Stats
Time:  7:08
Distance:  59 miles
Elevation Gain:  5700 feet
Average Temp:  38 degrees  (was 28 degrees at the point I bailed Saturday night)

Done!

I am proud to say that although I did not finish all 6 stages, I was only the second person to finish four.  Barnabas Froystad persevered and conquered the course ... a huge shout out goes to him!

And, 1 week later, I have no lingering injuries or regrets.  Ready to hammer out a power test this upcoming week and continue with a little gravel grinder, the HardFord 50 next weekend.

Thanks Eric for one helluva weekend!

Pisgah 36 Race Report

So, after 40 minutes spent at my vehicle prepping for Stage 2, I headed out of Cove Creek Campground.  I was headed towards Pilot Cove Loop Trail to grab the first mandatory, Slate Rock Overlook.  This was a new to me trail and I wasn't sure where the CP was, but pretty sure I would know it when I saw it.  I set a nice chipper pace up 276 to 1206.  1206 was closed to traffic, so no worries in straightening that road on the descents.

No tracks in front of me ... first one to this CP.

The snow was beginning to melt.  And so it stuck to my tires and shoes, which made for slow going, both pushing and pedaling.  I was still in a happy place, however, looking for the CP.  I had to make several stops, checking my map, making sure I was on the correct trail.

Slate Rock Overlook

From there, I headed to the next mandatory, taking a short 20 minute detour to grab an optional CP.  The last time I was on Cantrell Creek was during the inaugural Pisgah 111.  At that time it was wet, muddy, and overgrown.  Today I could see the thousands of baby head rocks!  I pinballed my way down the trail to the next mandatory CP, Cantrell Creek Lodge.

Warm and happy!

At this point I was 4 hours into this stage ... and at the lowest elevation.  I had a long arduous climb out of this hole.  This was the first time that I began to show signs of fatigue.  I made a mental calculation of kcal consumed and determined that I was taking in enough fuel.  But I was also into my 12th hour of racing!  The longest ride I had done this year was The Snake Creek Gap TT, a little shy of 3 1/2 hours.  1/3 down 2/3 to go.  I headed back to camp via Squirrel, South Mills, and Buckhorn.  The trails were in awesome shape.  By the time I hit the horse stables I was out of water.  Not a pressing issue as I just had another 30-35 minutes back to Cove Creek campground.

Once I checked in, I grabbed the Stage 3 passport and headed back to my vehicle to eat again, this time chicken and a sweet potato.  I thought I was feeling pretty good and eager to tackle the next stage!

2 down, 4 to go!

Distance:  51 miles

Elevation Gain:  5800 feet

Average Temp:  48 degrees

Pisgah 36 Race Report

The Brahma bull of seat bags ... required sleeping bag for the night stages.

I've had my eye on this race for several years now, trying to work up some courage and insanity to give it a go.  The format was pretty simple, for the promoter anyways.  Complete 6 stages in 36 hours to be considered a finisher.  Each stage had 6 checkpoints, with at least two being mandatory.  The winner would be the one with the most CP's in the least amount of time.  Proof of acquiring the CP was in the form of a "selfie" with a trail marker or some other distinguishing feature.  Some stages had set "routes," while others were yours to create.  There were no course markings so you had to be really familiar with the forest or be a good map reader.  Other than a bonfire and a light charging station, there ... was ... NO ... support!

At midnight, 12 fools, er,  I mean 12 brave souls lined up at the start.  The temperature was 29 degrees.  Eric had each stage in an old Army ammo box.  At the word, "Go," each of us reached into the first box and pulled out the passport.  What came to mind was the Food Network show, Chopped, where competing chefs would open their baskets to an array of weird foods, from which they had 20 minutes to make a meal that would be analyzed by a panel of judges.  Instead of creating a meal out of near impossible ingredients, I would have to create a doable course out of 2-6 near impossible CP's.

With my heart rate already at twice my resting rate, I opened my passport with trepidation.  Whew! This stage was a set route where I would have to grab all 6 CP's.   I recognized most of the roads and trails.  It was just a game of "connect the dots."  But in between the "dots" would be miles of pedaling and pushing.

I started out riding with some familiar faces.  Nothing like building some confidence than by having friends around you, assuring you that you are headed in the right direction.  The joint venture soon ended, though, as our paces were different.  I knew that in order to have a feasible chance of finishing, I would have to forge ahead.

The first challenge (I doubt Eric got any sleep that first night because of the intense burning in his ears) was going UP Farlow Gap Trail.  In this direction, perhaps 15% is rideable.  The remainder is some ungodly pushing, carrying, and hoisting of one's bike.  Not to mention the 4-5 creek crossings which took some doing so as to keep the feet dry.  I was o.k. with it, as the very first time I had seen Farlow was in this direction.  And the 2-3" of snow in the latter half was surreal.  Crunch, crunch, crunch, I just followed the 3-4 sets of tracks in front of me.

Fatih, my trusty Pisgah steed.

Headed off the backside, I was going into less than familiar territory.  I was thankful for those ahead of me as they laid out breadcrumbs (tire tracks).  It also made it easier to pedal downhill in the snow.  At one point the tracks split; I had to pull the map out and pray for my sense of direction, as the roads were not marked. Through their misfortune, Kip and Neal confirmed my location when I rolled up to them at an unmarked intersection,  as they missed a turn and a CP.

After popping back out at Gloucester Gap, the remainder of the course was straightforward.  As dawn approached, I was finishing up Cat Gap Trail.  Coming out into the fish hatcery parking lot, I forgot about the thin chain that was across the entrance to 475C.  At the first break of light, it is always a bit difficult to see.  Well, I saw the chain, locked up my brakes, and flew over the bars.  Luckily, I was so bundled up, I had a cushy landing on the pavement.  The only injury was to my pride.  It was 6:20 am at this point, and thankfully the parking lot was empty, so I did not have an audience to my spectacle.

I arrived back at camp at 6:40 am for a semi-quick gear change and refuel.   I had pre-made a sandwich.  After 3 years of trying to come up with a suitable substitute, I had my first Paleo PB&J!

It's the little things that are morale boosters!

One stage down, 5 to go!

Distance:  37 miles
Elevation gain:  5600ft
Average temp:  26 degrees