I’ve been bonking on recent rides lately. I’m hoping that most of it is with it being early in the season I don’t realize that after three hours it might be a good idea to eat. Bonking tends to exemplify the worst qualities, physically and mentally. I’m trying not to make a habit of it. 

On my more recent bonks I’ve realized my upper body is still pretty weak, I had to take a break mid-14 mile descent when after putting so much tension on the breaks my upper body became immensely exhausted and needed to get off the bike and shake my arms out. Embarrassing, I know. I am up to 10 consecutive push-ups (without being on my knees) so I have that going for me. You can laugh, Wayne and Sully do. I’ve also realized that I’m bemoaning that Leadville is over. I knew it was going to happen, but that doesn’t seem to be making it any easier.

Not doing Leadville is a bit of a relief and certainly nice but still a weird and foreign feeling, being the first time in three years that I’m not all consumed by Leadville. Only more lament by the fact that I just got a new bike, not for Leadville. Leadville is why I made the jump into mountain biking. It has been with me the entire time. It brought me to some amazing places, had me meet some equally amazing people (the people that save me from the side of the road when I got a traumatic brain injury, other riders who have crazy inspiring stories) and it have given me new opportunities and now it’s over. I definitely made the choice not to do it. Last year, when I place in the SilverRush I was offered a spot in Leadville, which I could of deferred until this season. I could have put in for the lottery too. I knew that it was going to be time to take a break and do something else, as that’s all I did for 18 months. I’m not done racing and Leadville isn’t on the Never-Ever-Again Table but for this season it’s done. I do have three 50-milers on my radar for this summer, but they are not all consuming and never at times feel overwhelming, thinking what have I gotten into. 

It helps that Sully is doing some of the races as I am. We don’t do all our rides together but we do talk about them. He keeps telling me we only ride our bikes for fun but then I seem to add the disclaimer, but I want to be fast too…and maybe not embarrass myself when I get to the starting line. 

 I’m currently down in South Carolina. Mary Clair is here for her spring break visiting our Grandma Clara and figured it would be the perfect opportunity to take a few days off the bike and come down as well.

Grandmas are the best!

Once I’m back I’m planning on finally jumping on my new bike and will probably even start juicing. Sully mentioned that I seemed almost scared to get on my new bike and ride it but I think I’m just hesitant to start a new chapter.

I think Charles Dickens said it best, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” That seemed to be the theme for Moab. At least it was the worst until I realized I was being a giant brat. 

On Tuesday, Sully and I figured out we had the same days off that week, last minute schedule change on my part. I told him he could go skiing one day and then we could go riding together on the other day. He paused, “I could….or we could go to Moab!” The seed was planted. I told him I’d have to think about it but I knew we would end up going. We set out Wednesday night after work and made it to Fruita, we debated pushing on to Moab, but figured we’d be zombies the next day if we did. We were up and off for coffee before 9, which put us into Moab around 11, plenty of time to ride. We got a hold of a friend who had already been riding for a few days to see if he wanted to meet up. Ohhh this is perfect! We can shuttle Porcupine Rim and not have to ride our bikes up that atrocious road. Porcupine Rim is part of the Whole Enchilada ride, a 27 mile trail with 7,000 feet of descending landing on many top places to ride lists. Copious amounts of fun, especially if you don’t have to ride up it. It was really the only trail I wanted to ride. Partly because when I rode it with Wayne last year it was my 3rd time on a full suspension (one which I had rented) and wanted to see what my progress was (don’t worry Wayne, I’m sure I still wouldn’t have cleared as much as you did on your 29er hardtail…). Sully talked our friend into riding it with us so we could shuttle it.

We met our friend at a bike shop (he had melted his riding shoes by the fire the night before and clearly didn’t realize Sully would be bringing 3 pairs). I would drive my car up with all the bikes and gear. They loaded it up with his gear while I bought some food to eat while riding. Sully said he was going to go put air in my car tires, because one was looking low. I didn’t really think much of it, and then we took off.

We drove up the janky road that I prayed no one would come down on because it was a nice little drop of to the side and my fear of heights wasn’t exactly helping. We parked off on a side road that was a camp area, as close as to the top as we could get. We started unloading gear when our friend mentioned that he thought my tire was leaking air (NOOO!). The ground we had parked on was pretty muddy, but maybe if we moved it to drier ground it will be easier to change a flat after riding. That was a really nice thought, but then we played it out logistically and letting it go flat on the top of this god-forsaken-area was not the best plan, even if I do have AAA. Sully offered to drive it down, but told him I would. He offered to come with but I told him it was silly for both of us to miss the trail. I loaded my gear back up and drove down to find a tire place. 

I found one, parked and went in. The guy behind the counter told me to pull into the garage, which was a large door, but I was apprehensive that I would be able to leave my bike on the top of the car, but the guy said it would be okay. I start driving in and looking up at the bike through the sun roof and then looking at him waving me in, when not a moment too soon he throws up his hand in a stop sign and gets a sour look on his face. I jump out and not an inch to spare! I asked him if he wanted to take my bike off but he said he would push the door up. Oh man that’s just what I need. 

It took all of about 5 minutes to get the car fixed an back on my way. By then it was far too late to try and play catch up to the boys. I drove back up to Slickrock, as it was the closest trail that I knew of and would put me at the same time finishing as the guys. To say that it sucked not getting to ride with them is an understatement. Sully sent me a text as I was just getting to ride, “stay relaxed and don’t worry about not making all the climbs. It is a very different trail than any other trails we ride.” Oh great this is just what I need to get into today. He was right though, the trail was unlike anything else I’ve ever ridden. It’s all rock, with nothing else. The first couple of corners and descents were pretty sketchy as I kept thinking my tires were going to slide out underneath me and I’d skid into my own rendition of 127 hours. On one of the first climbs I realized I wasn’t going to make it up and bailed, unfortunately, if I’ve learned anything in Moab it is that mountain bike shoes have no business trying to get traction on rock. It was a pretty quick remembrance, before I could even react my shoes slid out and I landed with a “thwack” on the rock. It was enough force to splice my elbow and wrist open. I started crying (sorry,  not sorry). I seem to have an artistry for not whimper crying but more immediate with all the breath in my body escaping that turns into my dog just died, sobbing. (Don’t worry, this type happens for all crying events-like watching Chasing Mavericks.)

Oh look, just in time for me to get over it.

 It didn’t take my long to realize just how much of a brat I was being. “Oh I didn’t get to ride my favorite trail in Moab, because my car needed fixing. So now I have to ride this other highly rated trail” “Oh, I drove 7 hours to ride by myself.” Yeah, those are first world problems if I’ve ever heard one. I got up, picked up my bike and clamored up the rest of the hill. It was almost in that moment of how selfish I was being I was able to “cry a river, build a bridge and get over it.” Literally. 

The rest of the ride was fine, it was a pretty different trail, but mostly for how much you stuck to the rock. The views didn’t hurt either. I ended up going the opposite of the recommended way for riding the loop but I could never quiet figure out why that was. There was only one steep rock that I had to climb up,

 but I probably would have walked down it going the other way as well. I still wasn’t fully confident I wouldn’t fall off.

I finished shortly after the guys and met them back at the shop. We talked quickly about the rides and then the other guy headed out. Sully felt really bad about riding without me but it’s not like I  let him come with me, and it’s not like I was going to let him head down by himself. I told him that it was probably for the best as the guy he was riding with is more on par with Sully’s level of riding and I figured I would have pushed to keep up and wound up getting hurt. Sully made it up to me later when he let me buy the variety pack of Fruit Gushers, Fruit Roll-ups, and Fruit-by-the-foot!!

Perfect mid-ride snack!

The next morning we drove to trails north of town, The Sovereign Trails, which Sully was wanting to ride. I wasn’t sure what to expect but he told me he thought I would like them.

The trail had a good sampling of everything, fast singletack, technical sections, stiff climbs, sand pits, and steep drops, and of course plenty of insanely captivating views. It was enough to push me to my comfort level, I was able to clear most of it without too much trouble and told Sully that trail helped me feel more confident in my riding abilities. It was the perfect ride to counteract the warped day before.

I wasn’t planning on buying a new bike. Especially this early in the season but destiny or fate (aren’t they the same, really?) had other thoughts.

Technical stuff here…

 Sully and I have been talking about doing a race in mid April (minor detail, it’s only 7 weeks away). I figured I would get a new bike in March again or sometime around then. I started looking at the Trek Superfly 9.8 which was the bike that had everything I wanted, perfect. Done and Done. One little, minor detail, they wouldn’t ship out till June 23, whomp whomp. It seemed unfortunate because I really like Trek and have been comfortable with it for the past two years. I knew going into this season I would need to sell my Superfly, like putting a horse out to pasture, all part of the process. Selling it would require a
new one, not a need but certainly a want. My new shop carries a few other high end 29er hardtail race models and after a quick deliberation of color
and specs I settled on the one I liked.  I emailed the rep, again thinking maybe around March, I’d finally pull the trigger. He let me know that they had 2 left. Well that escalated quickly. I consulted Sully as I was looking at a Rocky Mountain model and he used to be a mechanic for their race team. I mainly talked geometry with him and while it’s a little smaller and steeper cockpit, it ultimately seemed like a good, maybe even better fit than the Superfly, just because of my baby t-rex arms. 

I sent my form in later that day and checked my email when I was home, the form was unreadable so the rep asked me to call to get the information the next day. It was a bit nerve racking, it was a solid 14 hours that those bikes could have gotten snatched and been gone forever. I would have been back to square one. I called the rep first thing in the morning and he emailed me later that afternoon to let me know that my name was on the last one. YES!

A few days later one of the guys was asking me when my bike was going to show up. I told him it posted to my account earlier that morning so probably by the end of the week, maybe even the early part of the next. I ran in the back to get something and came out to FedEx standing there with my bike box. Ohhh Dang!

“Oh, hello there!”

Sully showed up about an hour after I sent him a picture of the box. “Why don’t you have it built yet?” I looked at him skeptical because he knows my mechanical abilities. “Uhh because you weren’t here…” added with a big grin. He told me to bring it home that night and he would build it.

I opened the box soon after that, one of the owners stopped by and wanted to see it, so couldn’t really say no. Plus I was curious to see if the highlighting color was yellow or green (the catalog picture doesn’t do it justice). I was pleasantly surprised with the color, charcoal with highlights of green and blue. Oh dang! That’s going to match my shop kit so well! Mary Claire is going to be sooo proud of me, I thought.

Good thing one of us knows what they’re doing!

I took it home that night and Sully built it up for me, he wouldn’t even let me bring him dinner to do it. It was a pretty quick build, we’re still waiting to set my measurement to it to mimic the Superfly, or make minor changes. We talked

Who’s excited?!?!??

about doing it this week and taking it out for the first ride, it’ll be soon —  but instead decided to do spur of

Ooopsie!

the moment trip to Moab. Stay tuned for that one because that almost happened.
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I realize that it has been a blaring amount of times between blogs in the past two months. I wish I could say that it’s because I haven’t been riding, or that my life hasn’t been that

interesting to warrant a post. But those would both be lies as much has changed; I promise that at least half of my days off have been filled with interesting tales, nothing like running into a mountain lion (hard to do on a trainer) or holding Jens Voigt’s bike but things. 

Most of January I spent riding Hall Ranch, my cross bike or the trainer. Boulder hosted cross nationals, which was an amazing

Sully getting interviewed…it’s like he’s famous!

showcase of talent and ability. Sully’s riders all did really well, one even making it to Worlds. After that things slowed down for him and he was able to participate in more rides with me. We’ve mostly been riding Hall Ranch. The trail is great because it has a rock garden and is a good way to work on technical skills.  I was mentioning to Sully that I really like riding it because it’s like no other ride we do, it’s 10-15 seconds of power to climb over rocks which is hard to mimic anywhere else. It has been nice

having some repetition, taking steps to develop my skills or master areas I’ve struggled with (I know hard to imagine). I think Sully is always concerned that he’s coaching me too much but I always appreciate him being willing to talk lines and approaches with me or telling me when I need to shift my weight. 

There is one section that I constantly struggle with, going up I’ve never cleared it and coming down I’m probably at 50% when I don’t psych myself out. Going up the approach is taking a line onto a rock slab which puts

Foot out, flat out.

you slightly off kilter, the rock shortly ends leaving a gap before the boulder you have to power up and over (not that big but definitely a solid 5’6″, no pun intended! haha). My approach isn’t awful and I can usually stay on the line that I want but never seem to get enough speed or confidence to get all the way up the rock. My front wheel will get on and then I’ll bail, if that doesn’t happen I usually just run into it and stop, and try again. Sully and I joke about the definition of insanity on this section.

Coming down that same section is where I have actually seen process. I started with having to stop at the top, pick my line, ride, stop, rework the line, stop, start over again, approach the drop, realize I’ve lost too much speed or don’t have the right approach and walk down. The problem is there is really only one or two lines to take and the one I take filters you into having rocks on either side, so if you even slightly get off route, game over. I can now seamlessly tie the last segment into this segment but the

I know you’re dazzled.

drop is still a little sketchy. The first time we rode it I stuffed my fork and went over the bars. Sully watched the whole things and suggested my fork be in a different setting. I tried his suggestion the next time and as I’m working my approach to descend I see Sully slightly out of the way below the drop, crouched with his arms out ready to catch me. I successively made the drop which was good because then he wasn’t forced to have to pick between catching me or the bike.

Like I said other than Hall, it has mostly been the trainer or my singlespeed cross bike. I actually don’t mind the trainer but I’m not exactly convinced that I get that great of a work out from it though as I find that time goes by most quickly if I’m reading a book. At least it’s something. With the first race I’m doing in about 8 weeks everything helps at this point. I’m quiet over the snow. 
 

Working my legs and my noggin!

January was also filled with new things, as I switched jobs and moved houses. The new job is at a different shop in Boulder but seems closer to a style similar to Landry’s Bicycles (where I worked in college, and loved). My new house is great, it has a dishwasher, wood stove, and yoga room. Not to mention plenty of room for my bikes and a really nice energy through it. How Boulder was that last sentence?  

Our steed of choice

“Now the only thing to do is ride it like you stole it.” Words of wisdom told to us after we had done a practice ride on the tandem. Nicola and I took the practice ride to see who would be where the next day for Iceman Cometh Challenge Bicycle Race (roughly a 33 mile race) . Which was good because we figured out I cannot ride on the back. Like couldn’t even get on. It was a pretty easy decision after that.  I would pilot and she would be the stoker. I wasn’t nervous until someone started talking about how fast you can get going downhill. It’s one thing to give myself a traumatic brain injury, it’s another to give someone else one. 

Where are you?!?

The morning of the rae it was somewhat taxing trying to find where the guy had parked the bike, it didn’t help with our time budget that I made us stop and get coffee. We changed and contemplated what gear we thought would be vital and what we wouldn’t want once we started riding. After a few rounds of deliberations and a quick pose for a picture we headed to the start. “When we get there I’m going to need to pee, and raise this seat- otherwise my legs might start cramping.” We were in Wave 18 and

pulled up right as 17 was taking off. “Oh Shit!” Unfortunately they wouldn’t let us jump the fence to start and made us go all the way around to the back. Luckily we could just yell, “Tandem! Tandem! Coming through!” People seemed to part pretty quickly, no matter that it was two girls. We got there with a few moments to catch our breath, some final encouraging words and last minute thoughts and then we were off. It’s about 3 miles on the road until you hit the double track and oh man did we fly, we passed quite a few people as well as tandems. We hit the double track and stayed on course. The riding isn’t like anything in Colorado. Instead of long sustainable climbs it was short ascents and quick descents with not a lot of technical features but plenty of sand to make you think you were at the beach (unfortunately we were in Michigan and nowhere near the sun). The first climb we hit was certainly a learning curve as it also contained a sand pit. Forgetting that someone was on back- I failed to call anything out and instead road up until about half way when we lost all momentum and the sand had made us do a stand still and we petered over. “Oh crap! Sorry I didn’t say anything.” Nicola didn’t seem to mind, as it was pretty slow going. We picked up the bike and ran to the top only to get passed by 4 tandems in the process of mounting back on. That was our only real crash and we escaped somewhat gracefully. We got better at hill climbs (I would remember to tell Nicola what was happening, at least for the most part).

The only selfie I will ever take.

They changed the course since Nicola dominated the singlespeed category so neither of us were prepared for the amount of single track it had. We traversed the corners and tight spaces pretty well, considering we were on a tandem. Only once did I manage to almost run myself over when I put a foot down and lost my balance and began to go over the bars when we started descending and (in the most coordinated moment of my life!!) was able to run straddling the bike, and still pedaling with one foot until I could get my other foot reattached.

The bike was so burly and handled really well. It wasn’t till after the race that I apologized to Nicola for having my butt in her face when we were descending and I was off the saddle. She told me no need, as she had been off the saddle too. I couldn’t even tell. We forced our way through mud puddles, which was easier than our attempts at riding around the puddles. It had enough power that I could let go of the handlebars and it felt like it was pulling us through the areas. I didn’t mention this to Nicola until after we had crossed the finish.

We kept leapfrogging a couple on a tandem, they asked, “Do you girls like to party, because we do!” (I think anyone who rides a tandem likes to party, or at least isn’t adverse to it.) I suggested we link up and make a party bus. I don’t think they thought I was serious because they just laughed. We did notice that all the other tandems had either a boy/girl or a boy/boy and were all riding 3×10, which gave them the granny gear to get up those hills. We had a 2×10, which meant 1.) We had to really work for those hill and 2.) we got really good at hopping off and hopping back on. 

Still Talking!

Nicola was the best stoker ever, I don’t know if I would race a tandem with anyone else (well maybe Wayne or Sully, but I’d have to be in the back). Nicola works as a service technician in a shop so if there was a mechanical I knew I wouldn’t be on my own to watch YouTube videos or try to call Sully. She even reminded me to drink. It’s definitely a race that I want to go back to. It’s awe-inspiring to stand at the finish line and see people of all kinds on all levels of mountain bikes finishing. We finished just outside of the top 10, but four finishers ahead of us were all within about 4 minutes of our time. We initially  talked about breaking top 10, but certainly weren’t disappointed with our first tandem race.

One of my friends has done the race in previous years and at Thanksgiving we tried to convince Barb and Wayne that they should race it on a tandem. I think it might have worked.

With the Winner’s Cup!

I know people who refer to cyclecross racing as “getting in the hurt locker for 60 minutes”. Fortunately it’s all guys that say that and my racing time was only 40 minutes.

Don’t worry Sully didn’t let me race with the waterbottle cage

Sully finished building up my bike the day before the race and brought it by my work so I could try it out. Oh man, that looks soo good! I immediately jumped on it, nothing graceful, more of jumping onto my inner thigh and sliding my body into the right position and finding the pedals. “How does the reach feel?” “Uh, pretty aggressive. Maybe we (and by that I meant Sully) should flip the stem and try that”. He did and it felt better, which meant I could practice my cross mounts a little more. “See you got it, just go slow, everyone else will be be, you don’t look as awkward as you feel.” Well that was a relief, I was assuming most of the girls in my category (cat 4, it’s my first race so let’s not get ahead of ourselves) would know what they were doing as it was halfway through the season. I rode it around a bit more before relinquishing it so I could get back to work.


We took off the next morning with two matching bikes (yes we just became that couple) and enough gear between us to make you think we were going back to Fruita. It was a short drive to the venue, about 50 minutes which was just enough time to ask Sully all of my questions. “Who will be in my category? How do I get over the barriers? Will everyone else be running? How does the scoring system work? When do I move up to Cat 3? What do I do if I have a mechanical or a flat?” He being the patient guy that he is, answered each one and then told me to watch “Joey’s okay” and told me that it probably wouldn’t be that bad, no matter what. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEGAIYKTZ9w 

Click on the link to watch, well not you mom. Don’t watch.

 We got there grabbed our numbers, changed and started warming up and preriding the course. I was a little anxious because I had never ridden a singlespeed, let alone raced one before. Sully was good about riding around with me and pointing out things I should be mindful of, ride up this, don’t mount back up here, run that section. On the backside of one of the hills it was completely muddy and rutted out. I tried to ride down the side of the hill but slid all the way down before having to up clip before I got completely caked in mud. I got

This was after 1 lap

out of the the corner I was stuck in and clipped back in to attempt some muddy “S” curves which fed directly into a steep embankment to get back up over the hill. I threw as much power as I could to get up but it was a fruitless effort and I lost any traction I had before sliding down. I fell into the side of the hill which did two things, stopped me from sliding down all the way and got my new, shiny bar tape muddy, maybe no one will know it’s my first race. I got up and climbed out of what I imagine was a similar situtation the mammoths at the Mammoth Site found themselves in when they were battling to get out, but unlike those little guys I had a bike to wrestle with too. Getting to the top I scrapped what mud I could off and “cross mounted back up”. The rest of the warm up lap was pretty uneventful. Afterwards I went and changed my knickers into shorts and took my thermal jersey off and changed my shoes because the bottoms had become so caked in mud I couldn’t even see the cleat, let alone find the pedal with them. I pedaled around on the road and picked Sully’s brain some more. 

At the starting line, because it was my first race I was in the very back, with about 3 other first timers. We took of- I didn’t get the hole shot but settled into a rhythm in the pack, we

Here we go!

went down a steep decline before hitting a short flat area the goes right into a steep incline. The girl in front of me couldn’t make it up which caused a rippling effect of everyone having to get off. I hopped off and ran around her and kept running as the next section was a steep hike up, plateau, steep hike up and then you were at the top of the muddy section. People tried to mount up here but I just kept ducking and diving and running around them. The girls that tried to ride it were getting stuck in the mud and I did my best to scamper around them. I didn’t even attempt to mount back up but kept running and up the steep embankment. This is also where the hecklers were perched, which is a great place to yell things at people and really try to crush their souls. They were yelling things, nothing terribly inappropriate but my mother reads this so I’ll refrain from repeating it. The nice thing about being the only singlespeed is they were super excited to see me and started cheering. Which was nice. I hopped back on my bike and started a flat portion. I got passed by a few people who were able to push a larger gear. 

A little dirt never hurt.

Next is a short hill that you go down before more flats and then a short steep up hill and with only one gear there was only one option. Get up the hill. I stood and pulled and pushed and probably made some grunting noises to get up. I made it and there was just enough time to recover before sailing into swooping “S” corners. A girl went down in front of me on one of the corners which tripped me up but I scooted around her. Getting out of that section leads right down into a section of two small logs, I unclipped and hopped off to run them. I got up that hill and jumped back on just in time for a short steep decline. Whoa whoa whoa- get clipped in- this in not safe, as my bike bobbled over some ruts and my legs flayed out to the sides. I definitely ran over one of the course markers before zigzaging over to the other side and hitting another course marker with my other leg. I got clipped in just in time to have to unclip and hop over two more logs and run up a hill before attempting to get back on. The mount up was a little smoother that time because I was on a flat surface and not acquiring speed. You make a hard right and descend down to the pit area where you climb up a longer hill. The first lap I got stuck and had to hop off the bike and run up. I got passed here but stayed hot on her wheel. We looped around went through a few more “S” turns before racing around to the start. Whew! Lap 1 is done 3 more to go. The next two were similar to the first, except no one crashed, I was able to manage to get around the girl in front of me when she attempted to ride down the muddy section and I just ran around her. The guys who were heckling helped me out by calling out lines to run up, which was nice of them. Apparently it was too early to do a beer feed, that was later in the day. On the third lap I was able to make it up the long climb that I had to run up previously, which I was pleased with. As the race wore on my dismounts got sloppier and it started to look more like an uncoordinated version of myself, but with tight hips. I come up on a lady on a mountain bike on the fourth lap and went back and forth with her through the “S” curves and over the barriers. She had a mechanical which is why she was on that bike and leading when she dashed into the pit to switch out bikes. I could see her and realized that we would be convererging at the same moment. I gave a good push to get in front of her and realized if I wanted to keep my lead it would take every bit of effort I had to get up the hill and keep her off, especially on the flat when she could push a bigger gear. I managed to get up the hill, riding, out of the saddle and grunting but did it. 

This is when you get in the hurt locker

 Okay last push before the finish. Do not let her beat you. I put my head down and rode but remained conscious of where she was at, one fault on my part and I would have to surrender my lead to her. We came around the last corner and I sprinted into the finish, victorious in my attempt to ward her off and the fact that I finished the race and hadn’t thrown up in the middle. I got through the finish but always seem to have an issue with keeping track of my laps so I saw Sully and asked him “am I done?!??” He looked at my puzzled and told me that I was. I rode around the fence and he asked me how it was “Really fun.” And then I started coughing, “Are you going to throw up.” I wasn’t really sure at this point if it was going to happen or not but managed a “No” in between hacks. I headed back to the car, unloaded, changed and then hung out for the next few hours for Sully and the other Raleigh team mechanic to do their race. We stayed for the men’s pro race as well and it was really fun to watch, those guy are so smooth going over logs and strategic in their riding as well so it never hurts to watch how the pros do it. Before we left I checked the board to see how I did, I thought that I had only beaten the two women who I had passed but ended up 9 out of 18 on a singlespeed, and I was pretty pleased with my effort. I found that I really like racing/riding a singlespeed because it’s so simplistic, you don’t have to worry about shifting at all, you only have one option. Plus gears are shifty. 

I was thinking of racing the weekend afterwards but got a little caught up in my GRE studying instead. This weekend I’m in Michigan to race Iceman on a tandem, which we did a pre-ride today and it’s going to be awesome. More on that later.  

Dream Team!

“Do you need me to turn around?”
“No I just need a minute.” and someone to see what happens when I crash….

I was standing on the top of a hill holding my bike and looking apprehensively over both edges. It was a long way down and the trail continued a little further in front of me before taking a sharp 90 degree turn plunging into the dark depths below.

It’s amazing what can paralyze you for no real reason.

“Uh, sorry! Just give me another minute.” I hollered down to Sully who was patiently waiting for me at the bottom. Every worse case scenerio flashed before my eyes. My legs giving out and me falling over the edge and landing on my head, not making the turn and careening over the ledge only to leave a mangled mess of flesh and bones for Sully to find, oh I hope his phone has service! Ohhh I hope no snakes show up (my two biggest fears come to life a snake pushes me over a ledge.) Or what if I start riding down and just start cartwheeling with my bike. 

My thoughts were cut short by Sully yelling if I wanted him to come back up.
“No I’ll come down, I just need a minute.” 

Okay, you know how to ride bikes, well most days, but today you do. Just get on, clip in, put the seat down and get all the way back. If Wayne was here he would be calling you a baby, because that’s what you’re being. It will be over in 10 maybe 15 seconds. How long did it take to do Leadville, yah it will be wayyyy shorter than that. This was my inner dialogue as I psyched myself up. I cautiously got on and started pedaling while realizing I needed some speed so I don’t fall over when turning the corner. Just get back, just stay back, just….whoosh, my stomach was in my throat and it was over before I knew it.
“Yay! I made it!” I said as I rolled up to Sully. Lucky for me, he’s super patient and encouraging. It wasn’t so much the descent that scared me, I had taken steeper ones and survived, it was more of the height factor that I had to get over. 

Wee…Weee….Weeeeeee!!!

That was the second ride we did in Fruita, on the Zippity Do Dah trail. The first ride we did Mary’s Loop and Horsethief Bench, which were both smooth trails. Horsethief bench had a big rock garden that I had to walk, and I was actually nervous about walking down it

It doesn’t look too bad from this view…but trust me

because of how treacherous it was and how horrible my shoes are with walking. Miraculously I stayed up right and so did my bike. It was a great trail to warm up on with some technical features to remind you that you’re riding bikes and not in Leadville. The view the entire time rival those in Leadville with skirting in and out by the Colorado River and plenty of sandstone cliffs right there, it was definitely not miserable.

We finished the ride, grabbed some lunch and headed out to 18 Road to ride the trails out there which contained Zippity Do Dah and Kessel Run. Zippity Do Dah definitely felt like a roller coaster but with no height sign at the beginning to help you opt out of riding. It was actually really fun, except for the three times that I was stuck on top of an edge making Sully wait down below for me to convince myself I wasn’t going to fall and perish into the depths below. It has short very steep climbs that feels like a rope is slowly pulling you up because all you can do is sit and turn the pedals over and you have just enough time to catch your breath before it’s gone on the crazy steep descents. Which if you carry enough speed will take you right back up to the next drop. We got done and Sully made the comment how I should have worn a heart rate monitor ‘So you’re heart rate was 180, but you weren’t moving’ is how it would have been when I was staring fear in the face.

We started the 10-15 minute climb back up to get back to Kessel Run. “I promise this one is not like that, at least none of the height stuff.” Sully assured me. He was right (he’s never wrong), it was a short snappy trail with lots of “S” corners winding through the trees. It was a lot of fun, I tried chasing Sully down but that never seems to work so just focused on trying to stay relaxed going into the corners, and being aware of what was to come.

We finished and crested the hill just as the sun was beginning to set creating a magnificent scene with the Book Cliffs in the backdrop.

It’s like the cherry on top of a great day

The next day we headed out to the Lunch Loop Trail system in Grand Junction. This was another nice trail system with more technical stuff than the previous day but no significant height features and nothing too terrible. Definitely some walking spots but not an over zealous amount. I was getting frustrated with riding, not because I was having to walk, oh no, I was clearing most of the technical sections but then would slow my speed just enough that I would lose my balance and not be able to unclip and fall over. After about the third time Sully suggested loosening my pedal tension because of the fine dirt we road in the day before can get in there making it harder to clip in and out. I think he was just telling me that so I won’t feel so bad about my lack of coordination that day. I commented how I kept falling to the right side (which is the side that the drive train is on) and how I usually fall to the left to avoid doing any damage to it. Sully pointed out that since I was still clipped in my body was taking the beating and not my bike. Always a silver lining. After about the fifth time he asked if I could stop doing that, I told him I would try. The last time the trail funneled into a bridge made of two wooden planks. I had lost speed going into it because I wasn’t really sure where the trail was going and was searching for it. I over compensated realizing I needed to be on the bridge and felt my bike slip out from underneath me before I could unclip.  I went down not hard, but made a pretty good ruckus and then just sort of laid there for a while as I contemplated just what I was doing. Sully came back to check on me and to make sure that I hadn’t fallen in the creek. “I’m fine, just forgot how to ride bikes, that’s all.” Luckily I made it back to the trail head with no other sensationally uncoordinated moments.

I’m hoping some of my coordination decides to reappear for this weekend, I’m doing my first cyclecross race. A racer once asked me if I was going to do any cyclecross races, my response was “I think that requires more coordination than my body has ever known.” I told my mom and she asked if it’s a race where a lot of people crash. I paused and then replied “No.” She thanked me for lying.

In case you’re wondering…we’re still dating despite my lack of coordination

Life after Leadville has actually contained a considerable amount of riding bikes, far less than I used to in preparation of the race but more than I thought I would be doing. I took almost two weeks off. The third week some friends talked about riding White Ranch after work. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go because even at my peak fitness level they are still considerably faster than me and it was also the same route that I had crashed and banged up my helmet earlier in the season. I was able to talk Sully into coming with me even though he is also a lot faster than me he could at least drive me home if I hit my head again. We got stuck in traffic leaving Boulder and texted the group to let them know they could leave without us and maybe we would see them out there. We started the long climb up, which was considerably looser and much more rockier than the previous time I had rode it. Sully dropped me pretty quick (good thing we’re dating and I don’t have to pretend to be fast anymore). After meeting him at the top and not seeing anyone else in the group we started to loop around into a figure eight that would take us back down the mountain. The loop at the top is really fluid and smooth and fun with a few waterbars and some quick short drops and ascends. The next portion is rather a long descent. I rode pretty conservatively, almost annoyingly so. I’m not exactly sure how it happened but on one of the first waterbars I managed to fumble over not land right and get thrown from the bike, landing promptly on a rock. “Ouch! That really hurt!” I told it. Luckily Sully  was far enough ahead that he didn’t see how horribly uncoordinated I can be on a bike so we’re still together. I pretty much psyched myself out after that and rode excessively cautiously. I walked things that I had cleared before and didn’t even entertain the idea of trying to ride where I had hucked myself off the bike. I didn’t think my crash was that bad, (no crash is over a 2 on a scale of 1 to Traumatic Brain Injury, if I remember my name) but commanded the worst bruise of my life out of it.

“That was incredible! It was soo awesome it’s almost unbelievable.” I stated after a ride where I got completely dropped by a bunch of Trek guys in the dark. When I state it like that you’re probably really confused why I’m still relishing in it. Last week I got sent to Trek for work (which is pretty awesome in itself). They brought in dealers from all over the country to ride bikes, see the inner workings of the company and gain some product knowledge. It was the perfect blend of listening to lectures and getting to “harvest the gnar.” The first day I was in the group that rode bikes in the afternoon and saw the process of how they make their carbon frames in the morning. It’s very

I didn’t just ride bikes allll day…

meticulous, and awfully impressive how innovative the process is. But the best part was the riding. They have great trails built up right outside of the factory. Unlike Colorado where it’s a lot of up and then down, here there were short ascends and smooth fluid descents, no major rocks but with lots of technical features built in, including large drops, gap jumps, skinnies, and teeter-totters. The first bike I took out was a Remedy 29er. It came out this summer and I wasn’t sure about it because I didn’t think it would feel as responsive as my 26. I was pleasantly surprised at how capable it felt going into tight corners and didn’t feel like I was missing anything but was impressed by it’s climbing capabilities. I’m not super playful with my remedy so I’m sure a more technically advanced rider would have different feelings.

The next bike I took out was the Crockett, which is new this year. It’s their new cyclecross bike and has generated a lot of buzz because Katie Compton helped design it.  I figured I should try it so I could talk about it a little better and the fact that I’m building up a cyclecross bike but have never

There are cornfield right outside the frame…

actually ridden one, minor detail. Trek had hosted a cyclecross race the previous weekend and had built up a course for it. I started riding it around that and then just kept riding.  When I first got on it felt a little awkward, I was expecting it to fit more like my road bike but it was a much more aggressive position which took a little bit to get used to but it ended up being abnormally comfortable. I didn’t try any cross mounts, mainly because my dad wasn’t there to catch me in case I hucked myself all the way over and it still seems like it requires much more coordination than my body has ever been used to. I was tempted to ride it for the rest of the day but also realized that there was an amazing arsenal of bikes at my disposal.

I was able to return the Crockett and pick up a Superfly 100, which is the bike I rode in Leadville but will full suspension. Sully thinks it would be a good race bike but there is just something about a hardtail that I can’t let go. I told him I would try it though and ran a couple laps on it, it was lively and definitely more forgiving than my hardtail. I was having so much fun that I kept talking myself into one more lap and was the last person back. Sorry not sorry.

Knowing I was limited on time and bikes I hustled out on a Cali SLX, which is a carbon mountain bike but with a women’s specific geometry. It had purple anodized handlebars and I felt that I

If I cleared this and no one was there….did it really happen?

should ride a women’s bike at least once while I was there. It was more upright than I’m position on my Superfly but with the shorter reach to the handlebars it felt a little more nimble and handled really well on the all the little technical things I did with it. Well except for one of the skinnies when I realized I wasn’t going to make it the whole way and instead of bailing like a normal person and just turning and riding off I hucked myself off the bike and landed on one foot. Then I realized how stupid that was because that’s how people brake their leg. One day I will be coordinated, but today was not that day. 

It just felt like flying…

I’m also planning a trip to Fruita in about a week with Sully, he has some time off from his race schedule and work has been a little hetic lately so it will be a nice break to just ride bikes all day. I have to get a new camelbak for it, as I left a big air canister in mine after Leadville and it exploded, luckily not while I was wearing it…but lesson learned.

Might be time to stop wearing the kids one too.

“We have not journeyed all this way across the centuries, across the oceans, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.” -Sir Winston Churchill 

“I’m so excited!! It’s like Christmas morning but it’s going to last all day!” I exclaimed the night before Leadville. Nothing should stop me from getting to the starting line at this point.

After my frame broke on Wednesday and the chaos that surrounded getting a new bike I was just happy to be there. The Raleigh that the guy I’m dating (per request of my mother I’ll give him a name), “Sully” tracked down would have been a great bike to ride but the next day (Thursday, the day we left for the race), Trek sent us some of their rental fleet which conveniently enough had a Superfly SL Elite 17.5 in the mix. Not exactly my bike but a very similar fit, slightly different gearing, no lockout on the front suspension, and a pound lighter than my bike. It required minimal changes too, pedals, saddle, and wheels were all we switched out and then we were off. 

The packet pickup only lasted till 10 on Friday and once we finished that we moseyed over to the expo to get a t-shirt and hang out till the athlete’s meeting. We stopped by the Shimano tent where we knew some of the guys working it (okay I knew 1, Sully knew the rest). One made the comment that he hopes he’s around if something breaks on my bike and Sully has to tell me how to fix it (technically our crew could give us spare parts but weren’t allowed to touch our bikes) he figured it would be the end of our relationship at that point. It would have been pretty comical to say the least. We sat through the athletes meeting which was

more of a pep rally (I heard Lance was there last year). Afterwards we changed and rode part of the race course. I on my race bike and Sully on his singlespeed (he has multiple gears in his legs, as my brother would say). Because the gearing was slightly different on my new bike I wanted to ride Powerline to see if I could handle the lowest gear and get a little more familiar with the range. The bike felt really good riding the climb up, I was able to make it without walking which is what I wanted to check out. I’ve definitely learned my lesson about trying to chase Sully down a mountain so let him go first and caught up with him at the bottom. We rode the next section which was mostly flat and it took us to mile 27 (Pipeline Aid station), well pretty close I took a wrong turn and we ended up on a road that paralleled with the one we were suppose to be on (day before the race and I still can’t remember the route?!? Thanks, Brain!) I pointed it out to him and we turned around ending up with about an hour of riding. We headed back to the expo to meet my mom, Aunt Margaret and Wayne, they were offering a free feed for athletes and crews and that’s really how I enticed Wayne into coming. After dinner we went back to the house where I took an ice bath (dream, last one!). Sully checked over my bike and Wayne provided much needed comic relief. We all went to be pretty early–I with much anticipation, excitement, and nervousness for what the next day would bring. 

I woke up early the next morning, before Wayne and Sully to get moving, get some food in my stomach and figure out what to wear. I ate the same thing I had the morning of the 50 because it seemed to work. I went over jersey/short/knicker options and ended up picking one I hadn’t worn before but gave Sully my favorite (the one I crashed in with a generous

Can you see the excitement bursting out?!!?

hole in it) to have at Mile 40 if I needed it. We had previously determined that they would be at the aid station for Mile 40 and stay there till I passed back through at 60. One of the guys Sully knows was going to be at the first one (Mile 27) and said if I needed something he’d run support for me there. I was pretty calm throughout the whole processes of getting ready. We all rode bikes down to the start and Sully and Wayne hung out on the side where I was at. We went over last minute checklist, food, water, clothing, what was going to be at each checkpoint and Wayne found an otter-pop which he said was worth the trip right there. Everything was in order and I felt confident with all my preparations. After running 24 miles a day on about 600 calories I. Was. Ready. (name that movie?!?). Sully asked if I was ready and then restated, “oh wait, you were born ready.” Which is what I tell him when we’re riding and asks if I’m ready to go. 

The gun went off and it’s a mad slightly downhill sprint for the first 4 miles as everyone is jockeying for position before it becomes double track. I wasn’t exactly going for a recorded

and didn’t want to crash and be miserable or the next 95 miles so wasn’t weaving in and out like some other people. We got to the gravel portion and it didn’t bottle neck quiet like I had envisioned it. It’s about another mile before the climb at St. Kevin’s starts. Once we hit that climb it got a little more crowded, one guy towards the top started walking which created a ripple effect. I didn’t have to stop or walk because the guy in front of my was rearing to go and cleared the path to get through. I also realized in these moments of mass hysteria as people are thinking the first 10 miles makes or breaks their time that if the majority of riders were women it would certainly be more organized and not as many hot heads trying to prove themselves. The climb didn’t last too long before it relieves for a bit and then starts up again. Somehow on the second climb two guys got tangled up in each other and went down (it reminded me of two bull elks getting their antlers caught during mating season they way their handlebars were twisted up in each other and there was a dazed and confused look happening). It starts to dip and dive and pulls you right into the first aid station at mile 11. No one stops there and right after you hit pavement with a long descent. I pulled out some food to eat, and noticed that I was behind on my fluid intake. I also put in one headphone because 89 miles is a long time to be alone with your thoughts. I was able to wolf down all my food right before it turns back to climbing. This section turns onto Hagerman Pass (the backside of powerline) and involves (surprise!) more climbing. I get frustrated sometimes with how much I get passed descending only to pass them again on the climbs (things I need to work on: chasing Sully down a mountain and not crashing). I made friends briefly with a guy on the climb and chatted with him about how nice the weather was being. I was a little nervous for Powerline because it’s pretty limited with the lines you can take and with so many other riders around you can’t control what they’re going to do. I just kept repeating ‘stay calm, stay focused, ride your bike.‘ I did get passed by some guys but they weren’t jerks about it and didn’t ride me off the trail. The last section there is really only one like you can take so I just got back, stayed low and followed the guy in front of me down. It gets to a point where you can release your breaks and roll down the remaining portion that links up with more paved road. Right before hitting the pavement there is a stream crossing which also has a bridge you can ride across which I took to avoid wet feet for 80 miles. We talked about having Wayne dress up and post up in the middle with a lawn chair and umbrella which would have been highly comical, but he wasn’t there. 

The next section is about a 6 mile stretch that pulls you into the first big aid station. It’s on paved road and I was able to get into a paceline and have a couple of guys pull me in. I followed the group figuring they knew where they were going and stayed hot on their tail as our tires met the double track that would send us around the corner into the aid station. It was massive, I had no idea so many people would be there. I started looking for the tent that the guy would be at but didn’t really see him and did really want to waste time so just kept going. I heard my name and recognized the voice coming from the Shimano tent. Oh good, people I know! “How’s the bike?” “Good, really good!“ “Are you winning?” “Maybe!” “Do you need anything?” “Can you grab the banana from my pack? And take these knee warmers, but don’t lose them! They’re Sully’s favorite and he said he’d kill me if I lost them, oh and let him know you’ve seen me!” “Naw, probably won’t.” “Great! Thanks!” 

I took off with an open banana in my pocket and a new surge of energy. I need to keep drinking because I made a deal with Sully that if my camelbak was empty I could leave it with him on the climb up Columbine and pick it up on the way back down. The next section between mile 27 and 40 is probably my favorite, both ways. It’s not just up and down but more of a flowy, anfractuous trail and is the only part that contains singletrack. Right after

Running this might have been a different story…

not enough of it you get spit out onto a gravel road that carries you into the next aid station. I thought the last aid station was monstrous but this is split into two sections on each side of the dam. I knew that Wayne and Sully were on the second side so kept going. I was looking for a beige tent on the right hand side near the end. The mass amounts of people was overwhelming with so many people darting in and out of their aid tents. I found Wayne and Sully and pulled up, “Kate, are you going to throw up?” Wayne asked me. “Uh, no I don’t think so.” “Well maybe you should ride harder so you do.” 

“Look I finished my camelbak!” as I pulled it off, Sully switched out my waterbottles with fresh gatorade and water and stuffed some food in my jersey. Brief conversation was had, “I’m feeling good, surprisingly good, bike is great and I’m drinking lots!” 

 I wasn’t lying either I did feel suprisingly good leaving the aid station so much more than I thought I would at that point. The first 3-4 miles out of the aid station isn’t really much more than short steep ascents and cutting through private property before heading up Columbine. At this point I still haven’t seen the leaders, which I had mentally prepared to see them a lot earlier. This is the section of the course that I’ve done more training rides on than any other section. Mainly because after the crash I wanted to be so familiar with it that I could anticipate every minuscule detail in change of topography and react before waking up in the hospital again. Still I was never able to fully replicate race day on a training ride. The first two miles into the climb weren’t bad and I was able to somewhat get into a rhythm, I had practiced knowing when to shift, when to get out of the saddle and climb but not having a lockout and different gear ratios threw me off bit. The lockout really isn’t that essential especially since Sully put enough air in the fork that I wasn’t really losing a lot of energy when I got out to climb. By mile 48 I was starting to fumble, I was getting passed by more people than I was passing and my stomach was starting to act up. I soon realized that my stomach distress was related to my Lilliputian-sized bladder and taking in more fluids than normal. Just get to Mile 50, that’s all you have to do then you can pee, put on arm warmer’s, eat food start the descent back and then see Wayne and Sully again. At mile 49 the gravel road funnels into a narrow double track with loose, rocky sections that is rideable when other people aren’t trying to walk it. I rode up the first section and it quickly plateaus before another ascent. I soon realized I would be walking with everyone else as the trail isn’t wide enough to accommodate walkers, and riders going up and down. The line seemed long but at last hope was in sight, getting so close to mile 50! Oh this is marvelous! This is the only part that I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going heading into it, see the road branches off into different routes and the map is somewhat cryptic, at least to me. I’ve gone every which way it could be but still didn’t know which door it would be behind. We kept walking past the really steep path that I was praying we didn’t take. Okay we’re almost to mile 50 (I kept checking my garmin), it must be down to the left just over this false summit, yah that must be it. I finally reached the top of the summit eagerly searching for the turn around point. Those dirty wankers! I see what looks like ants marching in the distance. The

course is 104 miles but in my mind they added the extra 4 miles on the end. Nope they’re right in the middle. Two more miles of this hike a bike crap. This is the only point in the race where I start to question my motives. I kept walking and no curse words escaped but I started to trickle down to a dark place. It wasn’t so much questioning as it was reassuring. I’m often conflicted that I should be further in my life than I am. While most people I know my age spent the past year prepping applications for grad school or finding jobs on Wall Street, I was training for Leadville and in that moment of despair and suffering while having every doubt flash before my eyes as I crested the last summit and mounted my bike to start riding I realized that this is exactly where I should be. One mile left till the aid station, I started making my plan of attack to not waste time once I was there, go pee, put arm warmer’s on, grab food, kickass. Go! I started scanning for a port-a-potty which I realized is a laughable thought that they would haul them all the way up here on that crappy road. There were some cars parked there so I unloaded off my bike and dashed around to the front, Uhh! Everyone can still see me! Two things crossed my mind 1.) modesty has never been my best quality and 2.) my mother was nowhere to be seen but I did another scan just to be sure. 

I was walking back around pulling up my knickers when a man told me he moved my bike out of the way, closer to the food, it’s like he knew me! I pulled up my arm warmers grabbed a slice of watermelon and put some fig newtons in my jersey pocket for later and mounted back up to start the decent back down. I breathed a sigh of relief, half way done. I saw the hoards of people walking up still which made me feel a little better as I gobbled down a fig newton. I saw one guy pushing up a tandem up and thought it was strange but a few seconds later saw his partner running up after him–which is probably how Wayne and I would have been on a tandem but he probably would have kicked me off a lot earlier than mile 49.

 I always get nervous on this descent but I felt at ease and once the doubletrack splayed into the gravel road there was plenty of room to work around other riders and be mindful of those coming up. I didn’t push on the descent like a mad women, mainly because I didn’t want to be stupid and crash, sure I was going about 25 mph but I was still getting passed. I harmoniously sailed through the crash site, which every time I ride by still sends a shiver down my spine. Turning the next bend I started to see the sparse people who were littering the side of the course coming up to the turn back to the private land, this sends me right into the aid station, just have to keep riding. I rolled into the aid station, (I was told later that I didn’t look my best). Wayne asked me “can you ride faster? I’m hungry.” which is exactly why I wanted him there, I knew if I bonked he might be the only one who could tell  me to “get my crap together, stop being a baby, pull on your big girl pants and get on the bike”, and I’d listen. Luckily it never got to that point, but if you’ve ever seen Wayne go all drill sergeant mode you’ll know why it was a good choice. I reloaded up with my camelbak and fresh waterbottles along with some aspirin. “Okay, see you guys at the finish line!” “Remember, I’m hungry,” was the only reply. I took off, 13 miles till the next aid station and you get to ride singletrack in this section. I rode and was trying to figure out the

singletrack section, it’s not easy to pass and I didn’t want to cause a traffic jam if I was going slow relative to others around me. Luckily I was not the cause of distress. I followed one guy right into it who was keeping a good pace and stuck on his wheel, we quickly caught up with two guys who were riding at a much more leisurely pace, I was okay just conserving energy for the time being because of all the energy it would take to pass them and I wouldn’t gain a whole lot. But then a long line started to form behind me and they weren’t going any faster, I was tempted to yell out “Clearly someone’s not doping!” but didn’t want to make

Noby was taking tips from this guy…

enemies with 33 miles left. The guy in front of me started to get antsy and finally a girl who was about 7 people behind me yelled, “come on boys, my grandmother can ride faster!” which made them all get all their panties in a bunch and started  grumbling about how if you wanted to pass you should just say so grumble grumble grumble. The guy in front of me went for it which meant I need to go for it. I rang my bell to let them know I was coming in hot, threw up a prayer “please don’t run over a cactus and get a flat”, wouldn’t that be karma. I was able to put some distance between me and them and quickly the girl who yelled caught up to me, I thanked her for saying something and we chatted about boys taking everything so personally and kept each other company on the shortest steepest ascent on the course, which I only managed once to ride up on my training rides and that was with a lot of speed and quick transitions from hard gears to easy one locking out the fork and getting out the saddle at the right moment while keeping enough weight back to give the rear wheel traction. Race day I jumped off and walked up with her. We got to the top and started riding again. She took off a little in front of me and I settled into my pace. This section is so enjoyable both ways because it’s not just up and then down but more up, down, up flat, swoopey, down to fluidly going back up, and before you know you’re about to the aid station. I could see it in the horizon as I started to approach another girl (one of my habits is looking at the kind of bikes people have…and not judging them) I couldn’t help but notice this girl was on a singlespeed, I pulled up beside her, “Holy amazeballs (my vocabulary dissipates above 10,000 feet)! You’re on a singlespped! You’re the most badass person I’ve met and I don’t even know you!” She kind of laughed, “Yah it was the only way I could get in this damn race!” “Well props to you!” Dang, as I rode away I should have asked her if she was single because then she could date Wayne! 

I was hoping that I would see the guys at Shimano on my way in and could drop my camelbak off with them but I started riding through the aid station and didn’t see them. I heard my name coming from the side and looked to see Wayne and Sully, “What are you guys doing here!?!?” “Kate, you’re not riding any faster and I’m still hungry.”

“Here can you guys take my camelbak, I promise I’ll keep drinking. “I’ll see you guys at the finishline!” It was such a huge boost to see them there and to have them take my camelbak. I rode out of the aid station grabbing a GU from an innocent bystander, just incase. I followed a guy into the double track which soon turned into paved road, we were facing a strong headwind and came upon a tandem that was keeping pace at 12/13mph. I tucked behind them, no use in wasting my energy when were keeping a decent pace. I let them pull me and a few other people through the section of flat paved road. At the next left hand turn there is maybe 2 miles of more paved road before you turn off and start the climb up Powerline. I pulled out in front of the tandem, thanked them for the pull and took off. Mainly with powerline only have one route to go up I didn’t want to be stuck behind a tandem or with multiple people behind me. 

Right before the turn off into Powerline someone was handing out Coke, I’ve never tried Coke while riding (I’m talking about soda) but figured most people do so I took some, and in that moment I felt that on the 8th day God said, “and let all cyclists drink coke!” Powerline is filled with onlookers which their infectious energy makes it easier to get up. I was able to ride up a pretty good amount before having to dismount due to the people in

front of me walking. I was still a bit from the top but didn’t think it was worth the energy to hassle with walkers and try to navigate that route. I walked to the top and then a guy held my bike so I could get on and get steady before taking off, it’s like he knew I was uncoordinated and unflexible! One of the tips I got going into the race was that after the Powerline climb keep riding, people will be walking the next 4 false summits but just ride, it makes it much easier. It did, walking that would have been miserable, riding I was at least moving at a somewhat faster pace. I kept plugging away knowing that once I was at the top, the worst was over but it wouldn’t be done. Get to the top and then start recovering for the last big push. I can never remember how many false summits there are on the climb up, so in my mind I think there are 6 that way I’m pleasantly surprised when I’m at the top and it’s sooner than I thought it would be. I flew down the backside knowing I was on the last

push. The last annoyingly long climb is on a paved road around Turquoise Lake, which is about a 20 minute climb on a training day when I haven’t already ridden 85 miles. I set the attainable goal of getting to the top in 25 minutes and to keep drinking. My levels were definitely low and I was starting to fade, just get to the aid station and get some food and keep going. At this point I had flipped my garmin over to the map view so I could not see my time. I wanted to ride my bike and ride my race and where I ended up I ended up. 100 yards from the turn to the aid station a guy came and ran behind me and gave me a big push telling me I was almost there “Bless you and your future children!” thanking him as I rode away. Aid station only 1 mission. Get all the sugar. I stuffed so many fig newton into my jersey pockets, you could have mistaken me for a kid in Heavy Weights. My gatorade bottle was empty so I handed it to a volunteer, so I wouldn’t be carrying that extra weight with me… I grabbed another dixie cup of Coke and started riding again. The last 11 miles isn’t terrible, going out or coming in. There is a little incline to begin with followed by flat land and then a short steep descent which if you know is coming can prepare and hit it with enough speed to get you going and have enough time to shift down and keep riding. Then you descend, it reminded me of the last part of the 50 where you just go. I went, I was so close now, “don’t bonk, eat a fig newton, drink some water. Keep going“. The way back isn’t the way we came out, it is for the most part but the last few miles they send you past where we came out and then back into town. Because it had rained the day before there were plenty of puddles left and I made sure to hit everyone of them. Mainly to confuse people as to why I was muddy because it hadn’t rained at all that day. There is a grueling 3 mile long but, not steep incline that pulls you into town.  I’ve never felt more spent in my life. Running track races I’ve always had fuel left, I’ve always been able to have a kick, this felt like as soon as I was putting a fig newton in the energy had been expended within

the minute. It certainly didn’t help that the toe I had bashed with a rock in the 50 was acting up. I debated taking my shoe off but that would just make for a longer time on the bike getting to the finish line so kept it on but relished in the thought of crossing that line and taking my shoe off. Exhausted and thinking this race was never going to end I finally saw the High School on the horizon, I was breaching the edge of town. I was so close to finishing and getting this shoe off! I was on paved road. Passing the ER that I spent so many delectable hours in the year before. Cresting the last hill that sends you down into town where there are hoards of people cheering you on. This is finally happening, I hit the red carpet that they put under the finish line and threw my hands up. Done! It was done! I

This if finally happening?!!?

rolled through the finish line and Merylee (the founder’s wife) put a medal on my neck. “Good job sweetie!” “Thanks!”
 I hopped off my bike and plopped on the ground and took my shoe off, which apparently calls for medical attention. 

Finally! I could get my shoe off!

A doctor came up and asked what was up, so I explained about the rock and the blood and it was fine just needed my shoe off. I gathered my things and walked out of the finishing area. I was met by my mom, Aunt Margaret, Sully and Wayne.

There were hugs and tears and later after I had taken an entire bowl of M&Ms from the recovery tent (Wayne was hungry) I was sitting next to my mom and said this was a good way to breakup. She replied, “it was”. 

I’ve didn’t post about it for a while because I was using the time to really reflect and digest everything.  I took an entire week off the bike and was intermitten with riding for the the next 2 weeks. I spent 18 months training for 1 event (one of the longer relationships in my life) and it ended up being one of the most amazing things I have ever done. I highly recommend it. All this time I was finding myself and I didn’t know I was lost.  

You know how parents sometimes know when their kids are sick even when the kids aren’t presenting that abnomal of symptoms that’s what I felt like. I noticed something was off last Friday with Charming (my Superfly but figured I would share his name at this point) when I was riding up in Leadville, it just didn’t feel right. I noticed the turning was sluggish and it felt loose and not like it should feel. I did a road ride on Sunday and then took Monday off and did an

Road blocks please go away

easy ride with Wayne at Marshal Mesa on Tuesday. I had thought that maybe the ride on Friday was due to the lower air pressure I was running or that maybe I didn’t get my front skewer tight enough so put a little more air in the tires and had Wayne tighten my skewer. No such luck though it just wasn’t clicking, braking was hard and the corners were lose. It was like I was a raggedy Anne doll. Something was definitely not right but I didn’t know what was wrong. I told the guy I’m dating and he said he’d look at it on Wednesday before I went to race short track. The guy isn’t just a guy pretending he knows what he’s doing when he looks at a bike but is actually a professional mechanic for a race team. I trusted him to get down to the source of the problem, even if it was all in my head.

I gave it to him Tuesday night and he worked on it Wednesday morning and then brought it to my work, a lot cleaner, I might add. He said the headset had been loose, which he had tightened a couple weeks before, but he also switched out my skewer to one that was much better and easier to tighten just to be safe. I thanked him and used my lunch break to put together my gear for short track that night. A little while later he took another look at my bike and noticed it was a little loose again and wanted to look at it again. I don’t really get too involved with the mechanics of my bike, I suppose I should but I trust the people who work on it so went about work taking care of a couple things that I needed to do before leaving.

You know when something bad happens and no one is really telling you what’s going on that’s what was happening. I was stuck on hold when I could see movement happening in the shop, my bike was suspended in the rack but missing the front half. One mechanic walked by mumbling about needing to look for a Superfly in a 17.5- that’s my bike and my size, what are they looking for? I couldn’t make out what they were saying from that far away but they were taking pictures and not doing a lot of work. The Guy disappeared into our warehouse and I walked back looking for him. We’ll probably just need to find a part or something and maybe head up to Leadville on Friday instead of Thursday night. I was not prepared for what came next.

That’s not suppose to look like that

“How bad is it?” I asked.
He looked at me and said, “It’s not rideable, you can’t ride it. It’s broken, I’m sorry.” And then I just started crying. How can this be happening, it’s so close to Leadville. How is this happening again, I was so close. I didn’t really know what to say. In between tears I stated, “I just want to get to the race.” He explained to me that the cup holding the bearings in the headset had detached from the frame, which it isn’t suppose to do. It’s a warranty issue.

That’s great it’s a warrant issue, but Leadville isn’t going to wait they were nice last year when I had a traumatic brain injury but probably not again. The problem I have is all the girls I know ride a 15.5″ and all the guys I know ride a 19″ or larger frame. Not only that but the type of bike that I need for the race is also pretty specific. I sat there for a minute in a daze and then took a lap and went to the office. I didn’t even know where to begin. None of the stores had my bike in stock so that wasn’t even an option. The guy I’m dating has a single speed that he could convert to gears so was calling around for the derailleur hanger. The biggest problem we were running into is the Trek World is happening in Madison, WI so most of reps for the company are at it which made it very hard to get a hold of anyone. One warranty claim and multiple voicemails later to Trek the guy I’m dating found me a bike. One of the riders on his team is the same size as me and is letting me use his race cross country bike. It’s a Raleigh Talus 29 Carbon Pro. I haven’t ridden it yet but we switched my saddle and wheels over and will put my stem and handlebars on tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be able to ride it around on my lunch break and then on Friday I’ll ride up at Leadville on it for a short bit to get a better feel. I guess I have 100 miles to bond with it. 

I am a little nervous to be switching this late in the game, especially because I was so bonded to my bike and had really gotten a feel for how it handled on the entire course. I was telling The Guy tonight as crappy as it is to happen at least it happened today and not Friday when we can remedy it to some extent. Certainly not ideal but I know my name and what year it is so I really can’t complain. But with the biggest mechanical failure to happen just days before the gun goes off, that means I’m free from them during the race, right?

Poor Charming, he can’t take me to the Big Dance anymore. And I bought new shoes for it….