|Thank you to GU for giving me the energy--sans the|
stomach ache--to finish this ride strong, and with a good
Seven GU gels, 3 packets of GU Brew, 2 clif bars, 8 Enduralytes, 2 Energy-Ease and 4 Recovery-Ease capsules later, I now feel like I may be able to call myself one of those crazy triathletes people describe. For some reason, I thought a 100-mile bike ride followed by a 30-minute transition run seemed like a good idea just 8 days after a bike crash that left me without a concussion, but possible spine injuries I have yet to uncover. I'm told now that the spinal manipulations we practiced in class just 3 days after my accident might not have been a great idea, and for the last 4 days I've been feeling what a not-so-great-idea feels like. Yet the flexed position on my bike doesn't provoke the sharp pain in my thoracic spine that swimming does. So, I decided to ride the Lilac Century, a course with about 5200 feet of elevation gain, but tons of scenery and views to make up for it!
Last year I rode the 66-mile loop and nearly died at the finish. I'm convinced my improved nutrition plan is the reason I had enough energy this time, (especially considering my nutrition last year consisted of honey and baked potatoes--pretty obvious). The 100-mile route ended up to be 2 miles longer, but when you ride anything above 70 miles, everything just kind of blends together.
I started out just before 6:45am (yes, COLD) with Kathi Best. The sun still hid behind the night's lingering cloud cover. It wasn't until we passed the first aid station and marveled at the steep rocky cliffs marbled with moss and other grasses that the lead group of Badlands riders caught up with us an hour and 40 minutes into the ride. They passed us, but Kathi and I snuck up on them when they had all pulled off to make a "pit stop." I'd only heard about how guys take a leak by simply hopping off their bikes and letting loose just off the shoulder of the road. What I wasn't prepared for was coming upon 12 of them doing so all at once! I passed them, hoping they didn't see the smirk on my face.
What I really wanted, however, was to tag along with them in their pace line. Roger Thompson's advice about group riding lingered in my mind, considering I'd just listened to his and Dave Erickson's podcast on the Endurance Hour last week about the subject. (The link to it is at the end of this blog). Anyhow, I let them catch up to me and found they had already picked up Kathi. For 10+ miles, we cruised behind black-clad behinds and enjoyed 25+mph over pavement. Going that fast with my heart hardly working? Yes, please!
It didn't take long for me to lose the majority of the pack. After the second rest stop, a steady hill separated the stronger riders from the weaker ones, and I held onto the stragglers before ditching them up the steady grade into Reardan. (Yes, a certain amount of pride comes with beating riders while riding UP the hills, a skill my dad instilled in me a long time ago. I can still hear him saying, "Learn to love the hills"). The aid station at the halfway point in Reardan served as my bathroom break, and then I was off to enjoy the tailwind I struggled through as a headwind on my way out to Reardan. Cruising along at 30mph all by myself felt pretty dang good!
Two loops around Four Mounds consisted of a lot of ups and downs before I charged down Charles Hill. I remember last year clinging to my aero bars thinking how stupid I was for not having my hands anywhere near my brakes. Yet by the time I was halfway down it, I was too afraid to take my hands off any part of my bike. This year, I did have my hands on the brakes, and while I was repeatedly praying, "Please keep me safe," the entire way down, I reached 45+mph and realized there was no way applying any brakes would even begin to slow me down at that point. My prayers quickly turned into, "Please...no animals to dodge."
After Charles Hill, I felt like I had reached the home stretch. My legs felt tired, but they still chugged along. I rode past other people who looked far more beat than me, which ultimately inspired me to keep at it. By this time, my Timex Run Trainer was set at a mode to display only my heart rate and time. I didn't want to have to count down the miles to the finish, psychologically prolonging what already felt like a long ride.
Just like that, 102 miles over the course of 5 hours, 25 minutes for an average pace of a just under 19mph had finished. I packed up my bike, slipped on my KSwiss K-Onas, and headed out for a run. (No, I've learned that in this sport, riding 100+ miles is NOT enough...) My goal for Boise 70.3 is to run 7:30s off the bike. I know 4 miles isn't anywhere near 13.1, but I finished 4 miles at my goal pace without a cramp, a stomach upset, or a mental breakdown. Running (literally) into Craig, Erica, Mike, and Natalie on their transition runs after their 66-miles on the bike certainly helped!
|Natalie Gallagher, Erica Zeimer, Kathi Best|
and me at the finish. We're done!
The link to Endurance Hour, part of which that talks about group riding etiquette, is below. The segment on group riding starts about 31 minutes into the podcast:
Endurance Hour #16 Cycling Etiquette and Derek Garcia