Ask me why I’m Blue!

colon-cancer-ribbonIt’s March and that means it’s colon cancer awareness month!

Did you know that colon cancer is the third most commonly diagnosed cancer AND it’s the second leading cause of death in both men and women combined inside the US? Over 40,000 people die a year from this preventable disease. That’s right, with regular screening, colon cancer can be found early, when treatment is most effective. In many cases, screening can prevent colon cancer by finding and removing polyps before they become cancer. And if cancer is present, earlier detection means a chance at a longer. As an ICU nurse, I see the effects of colon cancer after diagnosis within the late stages of the disease and as an athlete, I believe that a healthy lifestyle is more than an ounce of prevention. I am absolutely an advocate of preventative medicine.IMG_0104.JPG (2)

The American Cancer Society estimates 136,830 people will be diagnosed in 2014 and 50,310 will die from colon cancer in the United States. Colon cancer exists in my family history and I know I don’t want myself or other members of my family to become one of these statistics. So, let’s take a look at what colon cancer is and how we can prevent it!

What is it? Colorectal cancer, or colon cancer, occurs in the colon  or rectum. The colon is your large intestine or  large bowel and the rectum is the passageway that connects the colon to the anus. Most colon cancers develop first as colorectal polyps, which are  abnormal growths inside the colon or rectum that may later become cancerous. Colorectal or colon cancer first develops with few, if any, symptoms. However, if symptoms are present, they may include:

*A change in your bowel habits, including diarrhea or constipation or a change in the consistency of your stool

*Feeling that your bowel does not empty completely, rectal bleeding, or finding blood (either bright red or very dark) in your stool

*Finding your stools are narrower than usual

*Persistent abdominal discomfort, such as cramps, gas, pain, or feeling full or bloatedhealthy-colon

*Losing weight with no known reason

*Weakness or fatigue

*Having nausea or vomiting

These symptoms can also be associated with many other health conditions. Only your doctor can determine why you’re having these symptoms. Usually, early cancer does not cause pain. It is important not to wait to feel pain before seeing a doctor.

Some facts you need to know to increase your awareness of where your risk level may be:

-90% of new cases and 95% of deaths from colon cancer occur in people 50 or older.

-Colon cancer does not discriminate and can happen to men and women at any age. While rates for colon cancer in adults 50 and older have been declining, incidence rates in adults younger than 50 years has been increasing.

-People with a first-degree relative (parent, sibling, or children) who has colon cancer are between two and three times the risk of developing the cancer than those without a family history.

-Jews of Eastern European descent (Ashkenazi Jews) may have a higher rate of colon cancer. Partly because of disproportionate screening, African-American men and women have a higher risk of developing colon cancer and a lower survival rate (about 20% higher incidence rate and 45% higher mortality rate) compared to Caucasians, Asians, Hispanics and Native Americans. The risk of death is also increased for Native Americans and Alaskan Natives.colon

Unfortunately, the majority of colon cancers are still being diagnosed at late stages.

-40% of colon cancers are found while the cancer is found at a local stage (confined to colon or rectum).
-36% of colon cancers are found after the cancer is diagnosed at a regional stage (spread to surrounding tissue).
-20% of colon cancers are found after the disease has spread to distant organs.

Get screened at 50!

Get screened at 50!

This is why Early detection is so vital — over 90% of all cases of colon cancer can be prevented with recommended screening. Despite its high incidence, colon cancer is one of the most detectable and, if found early enough, most treatable forms of cancer. An increased awareness, appropriate screening and maintaining a healthy diet along with exercise are contributing to increased survival rates and prevention all together. Since the mid-1980s, the colon cancer death rate has been dropping. By finding more polyps and cancer in the earlier (local and regional) stages, it is easiest to treat. Improved treatment options have also contributed to a rise in survival rates.

-The five-year survival rate for colon cancer found at the local stage is 90% (confined to colon or rectum).
-The five-year survival rate for colon cancer found at the regional stage is 70% (spread to surrounding tissue).

-The five-year survival rate for colon cancer found at the distant stage is 13%.
-There are currently more than one million colon cancer survivors alive in the US.

So what can you do to decrease your risk?
-Spread the word! Wear your Blue for awareness and let people know prevention is the key.

-Get your screening colonoscopy!! If you are age 50 or older, you need one. If you have an immediate family history, you may need to start earlier.

-Eat your vegetables and fruits! Get the right fibers and keep your colon flushed out and happy.IMG_1729

-Increase the intensity and amount of physical activity (Ride your bike!)

-Limit intake of red and processed meats

-Get recommended levels of calcium and vitamin D

-Avoid obesity and weight gain around the midsection

-Avoid excess alcohol

For more information on what you can do and how you can help the cause, visit http://www.ccalliance.org or talk to your friendly local gastroenterologist.

Yes it is!

Yes it is!

(The statistics above were compiled from the American Cancer Society’s 2012 Cancer Facts & Figures and Colorectal Cancer Facts & Figures 2011-2013.)

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Nutrition for a 24 hour Solo…my experience.

Someone once told me that an endurance race was actually an eating contest. ‘He who has the best nutrition wins the prize.’ Of course, there are many components that go into completing an endurance mountain bike race; but all things accounted for, if you don’t fuel the engine, it won’t run! The best rule of thumb…eat early and eat often!eating contest

Although I rely heavily on the GU brand for most of my training and racing needs, I knew that making it through a 24 hour race with a happy tummy would require something more than only their time-tested gels and brews. So I worked to put together a small variety of bite sized foods containing the right amounts of protein, carbs and calories to complement my GU nutriments and see me through the entire race.

No unhappy tummy here!

No unhappy tummy here!

So how do we race well with a good nutrition plan? We train with it! A very important fact about race day is that we don’t ever do anything brand-new, we do what we’ve trained with, what we know works for us. There will be no G.I. distress on race day, there will be no surprise port a potty stops or returning from the trail sock-less and there will certainly be no bonking! This means that a nutrition plan starts weeks and even months before the start line.

The first thing we need to figure out is how many calories is enough to sustain energy, but not overload the system. Everyone is slightly different for this number; however, there is a particular range that works for most people and is a good starting point. This range is usually 200 to 300 cal per hour, give or take a few. Some of this number is based on weight, size, efficiency, intensity and duration of the sport you are participating in. The way to find out what is actually your ideal number is to train and practice, you will find out rather quickly what is too little and, as the training hours get longer, what is too much. Even tho your body is burning thru calories like crazy in a race, it is still only capable of metabolizing and digesting a certain amount of intake at a time; here is where the balance needs to be found. The other factors to consider along with your calorie intake is the amount of carbs you need, the amount of protein your digestive system can handle, water and hydration needs and when to watch out for fiber (and how much your own body is used to having). This brings me to think about pre/post race nutrition.
stuffed sweet taterThe age old adage of ‘carb-loading’ is on it’s way out the door. I know, personally, that dumping a giant bowl of pasta in my belly the night before a race just makes me feel sluggish, full and bloated. Doesn’t sound comforting anymore, does it? I am a firm believer that your body will perform its best on what it’s accustomed to and I am also a big advocate of eating real food. That means using the benefits of specific foods to promote top performance and timing it to best aid your goal. For example, going to high altitude for a race? Beets. Lots of them. They get those vessels open and increase blood flow. Add in whole carbs slowly and consistently leading up to it. And stay plenty hydrated. Need to recover? Get some carbs and protein in you quick. GU Chocolate Recovery Brew mixed with some unsweetened almond milk is great for this; but in the end, what you need is a whole meal consisting of Vitamin C, quercitin, protein and omega-3s. So eat your broccoli with some red onions, red apples and wild salmon.electrolytes
Benefits of a real food lifestyle could be a whole other chapter, or book, in itself. So enough of that and on to the immediate race plan.

Having done a few endurance races, I basically have an idea of the amount of calories I need and can tolerate an hour. My number is just about 230 for middle endurance and upwards towards 280 for ultra. To put this into perspective for you, I am 5’2″ and 110 pounds. I also have a basic idea of how much protein I can handle. Based on a rather unpleasant past experience, I know that I don’t tolerate a lot of protein per hour. My gut does not like it; however, I know that I need some protein to help my muscles recover while in the middle of such taxing endurance events. This is one reason why I like to race and train with GU Roctane, because it utilizes certain essential amino acids without overloading the gut to help promote said muscle recovery while still riding. I have noticed such an improvement since I’ve started racing with Roctane! Grape Roctane is one of my favorite mixes and the Vanilla Orange gel is yummy! IMG_0813I also choose to use the GU brand because they provide a favorable electrolyte balance and have carbohydrate ratios that work best for me. Of course taste does have a lot to do with it. If I don’t like the taste, I’m not going to eat or drink it; so it seems a very important factor and I have found many GU gels and brews that I actually enjoy the taste of even when it’s 110° outside; which for those of you who train in severely hot weather know what can happen to drink mixes when they swelter in the heat. Blueberry Brew is another of my favorite mixes (and has extra sodium!)…and…oh yes, the Salted Caramel gel is like eating Christmas! :)
The other product I found from GU that I’ve truly gotten excited about, is their Roctane electrolyte caps. I have always added extra sodium to my drink bottles during high heat/intensity training or races, but the difference with Roctane is there is also ginger and magnesium included to help stave off any potential stomach cramps or nausea. I have found this a huge plus! I just open those caps up and mix em right in. Easy. Done.gu-roctane-electrolyte-capsules

Ok, so I have a GU regimen down, I needed to figure out how to blend in those bite size morsels. I started with The Feed Zone and chose a few to try. What I found out, is although I might be a better than decent cook, I am a terrible baker. The preciseness needed for such things to turn out correctly left me with a giant mess in my kitchen during every attempt! I had to decide on 2 or 3 and just perfect making them. I’m not going to sugar coat this…it takes time…and lots of it if you’re inexperienced in the process. I had 5 months planning for my 24 hour race to play with this and once I got the hang of the portables I liked and worked for me, I could breeze thru them quickly (although still rather messily). They are freezable, so I can make a large amount ahead of time and now I have what I need to utilize them during any of the endurance races or all day rides I do without starting the learning curve over.
I chose three different portables, two on the sweeter side (carrot cake ball? Yum!) and one savory (mmm, pizza!). Two each was approximately a 100 calorie serving and I managed each down to a two bites-gone system. I also chose convenience so that I could just stick those bites into my pockets unwrapped and pop them whenever without having to fool around with wrappers. Wrappers are like child-proof caps…who can open them? Also, using real foods, in small bits at a time, that are essentially made with water, can be a great factor in digestion and hydration. Plus, as an added benefit, the simple act of chewing real food can be so uplifting amidst such prolonged physical activity in which we consume so much of our sustenance in liquid or concentrated form.

Mini Chocolate Cakes

Mini Chocolate Cakes

hydration

Hydration comes next. Water. You need it, no getting around it. Our bodies are 80% water, when we deplete it, we basically end up all contracted like a shriveled prune. Think cramps. Legs, sides, guts. Our muscles need not only the right electrolytes to contract and relax properly, but water to keep them plump and give them space to continue those electrolytes moving where they are needed. Also, in order to help a gut digest concentrated foods like gels, water is necessary to assist them in working properly. GUs are fast acting, but you must drink water to make them deliver properly, otherwise it’s a bit like eating a meal and you have to wait for the results. Can’t wait during a race or it’ll be too late. Although drink mixes are made with water, I believe we need to still include pure water to assist in the digestion and movement of all those sugars/electrolytes/aminos.

So, here’s how I broke things down for my own race.

Knowing how much…or how little…I may tend to drink when under a high stress situation (ie: the first lap of a 24), I start with a higher calorie drink while only drinking partial bottles and then switch off to the lower calorie when downing more ounces and eating other foods. I personally can handle about 3/4 of a bottle an hour, so this is my goal in each lap. Then, to provide enough water hydration, I drink 1/4-1/2 a bottle of plain (ice cold!) water between every lap. This gives me one whole bottle per hour. Great-hydration accounted for!

mmm..carrot cake balls

mmm..carrot cake balls

Calories:
Taking in one GU gel per lap, plus my bottle of Brew or Roctane gives me approximately 250-300 calories.  I don’t normally get an

Rolling Buffet

Rolling Buffet

entire bottle down and by supplementing with my portable foods, I can be sure I hit my count. With my gels giving almost instant energy (I alternated regulars with the Roctanes), drink mix supplying continuous calories and the bite size real foods providing long lasting fuel; I can keep just enough, but not too much, digestible fire burning throughout the entire race.

Another important piece of my nutrition, as with many athletes, is adding in caffeine. Studies have actually shown that not only does caffeine give an energy boost, it increases mental focus and decreases pain receptors. How can we go wrong? I am a huge proponent of using caffeine and find that it definitely assists my mental and physical alertness during endurance events. Caffeine does have its limits, it will not fix fatigue and one can build up a tolerance. Being the daily coffee lover that I am, I actually chose to be somewhat under-caffeinated during the week leading up to the race in hopes that when I needed it the most, the caffeinated GUs would work their best. I might have been slightly irritable during that week as a result of this, but you’ll have to ask my husband for a truthful answer! caffeineThe one thing I would change for the next time, is starting those caffeinated GUs earlier…I perhaps waited 2 laps too late. Live and learn.

The last thing to plan for is comfort foods. Think: cold weather, rain, dark night. What do you want? Something warm is what comes to my mind. I highly recommend chicken broth for those times when you just need something warm and savory, it can bring you back from the dark side immediately without overloading your stomach with something heavy. Want the noodles, too? Go for it, they’re usually minimal and contain some quick acting carbs.

So this is the basic plan that I trained for and raced with during my 24 hour solo. I researched and read studies, listened to other people’s experiences and tried new things. Actually, it was quite fun learning about different ways to feed your body while racing and I find the things food can do for you quite intriguing!

wheels  Keep the rubber side down and enjoy good food! :)IMG_0321

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24 Hours in the Old Pueblo…Solo Debut!

That's me! Lucky number 130!

That’s me! Lucky number 130!

I have been training for this for 17 weeks. I have been psyching up for it since October 1, when I got myself out of bed at midnight to sign up and assure me a slot. I have had the absolute best training plan to work with from LW Coaching and I have completed every bit of it to prepare my body. I have been a yogi and self-masseuse, although Kevin certainly knew when and where I needed his knuckles to dig deep. I worked at keeping positive and continuing to push when I was suffering and felt like quitting. I made a solid nutrition plan which I worked hard on in training. I learned how to bake (this proved to be no easy task and always a messy one) and pop portables to supplement my GU’s in order to make my calorie counts while still keeping my tummy happy. I know exactly how many Brews and Roctanes and water bottles I need to drink. My gear is right and my expert mechanic (also my dear husband) has everything working perfectly. Every detail that I can control has been dealt with and my total refusal to acknowledge our fabulous weather here in Tucson while the rest of the country wallows in snow and freezing cold has worked. It may actually be too warm in the first few laps!  Shouldn’t this be an advantage for me?!  I have the best possible pit crew supporting me who have experience and awesome attitudes. There is a niggle that has plagued me in the upcoming weeks, I’ve worked it out best I can; but this is the race I’ve been waiting almost 5 months for and I will choose to dismiss it from here out. Epic Rides’ 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo is here and I’m about to make my solo debut. Luckily I’m smart enough to make multiple goals for such a large task at hand here; of course, we all know some mean more than the others. Yes, some of them are quite lofty ambitions, but not unattainable. And yes, one target is just to finish…that’s supposed to be my easy one…

Nervous, but smiling!

Nervous, but smiling!

Always!

Always!

Checking the ride

Checking the ride

I’m excited and nervous waiting for the gun. I smile and talk to everyone (I am surrounded by over 500 of my fellow mountain bikers), ready to run for our bikes. I hit the run hard enough to warm up and not be behind all 500 of those others, see Kevin swinging our pink feather boa and swing myself up onto my Fate effortlessly.

The Start

The Start

Lead out man...er...gorilla

Lead out man…er…gorilla

I have in my head to keep it conservative, I was happy with my roll out. People were passing me, that was ok, heart rate up a bit from the run, but that was ok, it eases. I’m just trying to stay upright in all chaos.  And man is it dusty! Then that first Bitch kills everyone’s momentum. Damn her! This is the first why in how these ‘hills’ earned such an affectionate name. Why are we walking? Never once since I’ve started riding these trails have I walked over a Bitch, but here I am walking the first one. I started calling out to the line of people ahead “Pedal!! Keep pedaling! Don’t stop, you can make it…you can do it!!” There is braking on the descents and then the steam blows up the next steep grind. I bump tires and decide if I’m going to have any efficiency here, I need to get around and start to pass. Mostly trying on the downs to keep the effort low, but some is necessary on the ups. As the dirt flattens out, I know, oh I know. Too fast. Too must energy expenditure. Back off. Bring it down. And I do. I chill. I pedal, I drink. I relax. As the single track rolls on, I watch how I pass and I tool along behind lines of people until the yo yo effect begins on little techy spots and riding becomes to inefficient and I proceed to move around. The traffic is horrendous. Much worse than any rush hour of a major city…inhaling dust rather than exhaust. There are so many people crowded onto this trail. This is my first time starting this race…has it always been like this? I know I am working too hard, but regardless of how much I keep telling myself to reign it in, I end up right back there in the crowds. My first lap is simply too fast, I let it go and move forward to my next laps, I work to keep the effort and the time down closer to my goal. It

I've been called a Rolling Buffet.

Once called a Rolling Buffet.

takes until the third lap to get there. My crew is always where I need them and have things usually under control. Christina feeds and waters me, a horse come to trough…”You need to slow down” Cathy says nicely while she snaps a pic. I know, I’ll try harder. And so it goes on.

Determination

Determination

I see carnage on several laps. People down. Broken bikes. Rescue crews pointing me around. Each lap there are new barriers and warnings to obstacles ahead. But I know this trail, the lines are ingrained in my head so I know I can do them in my sleep (which will become helpful), these matter do not worry me.
Things start to feel different after you’ve been out there for awhile. In the dark, cacti look like odd people standing around in the desert until I can change my focus on them and I kept seeing some strange guy crouched in a wash under a tree. I thought he might have a camera or something. After my third time past ‘him’, I realized it was an empty, overturned camp chair. Sometime during the night, a cow must have keeled over near the Bitches because the smell was excruciating. At times I would lose track of where I was. I might follow the cactus person slightly off line and then realize, oh very wrong or like screaming down the descent into solo row and begin to wonder ‘Am I still on the trail on in someone’s camp?’ There’s tents and set-ups on both sides of the trail, everywhere. The sunset on Saturday night was a splendid array of colors and the moonrise was even more spectacular! A ball of yellow fire rising from the dark outline of the dirt, just breathtaking and it awarded renewal to the mind. I have to remind myself to focus on what’s ahead of me instead of what’s happening in the sky! Man, I’m so glad I had the opportunity to witness it, tho!

Sunset lap

Sunset lap

Coming down the Rock drop

Coming down the Rock drop

Cowbells and horns sound loudly, people yelling ‘Go solo!’ ‘Great riding’ ‘Lookin’ good!’ and the bag piper playing near the Rock drop. There’s always a crowd of people on the Rock, you can hear them ‘yea!’ and ‘Doh!’ the riders ahead announcing who nailed it and who ate dirt at the bottom. Those who chicken out and walk down get a collective ‘Boo’ while the rider behind tries to carefully snake around them. There is an easy option to skip the Rock…I assume those walkers will take it next time ’round. One lap someone yells out at me as I begin to take the Rock…”What’s the capital of Arizona?” Oh, uh…give me a second…I know this one…”Phoenix!!” And the cheers rise up! Seriously! It all actually happens much faster live then it plays out inside my own head. People are constantly yelling encouragement out and I hear my name everywhere. I can’t help but smile and keep pushing on. I know I get slower as the laps draw on, but I’m ahead of schedule allowing for a little leeway and I’m on my lap times now. On my fifth lap, I feel smooth and effortless. Cornering fast and efficiently, pushing on the sections that suit me and easing up on the long grunts or steep grades. I get into a conversation with a gal on the Corral trails, figuring out later that she is the soon-to-be winner of the female Duo category. It was a positive little talk. I’m good, right? At a conversational pace, so it seems. I’m doing well with hydration and nutrition and even decide I need to pee (good sign!) and choose to just squat behind the trailer. I realize I forgot to ask about Kevin’s lap on the OVB Corp team…”how was it, honey? I’m sorry I didn’t ask before.” He tells me it was good, still a lot of traffic. I’m happy he gets to ride out there and take a break from having to care for me the whole time. I tell him I’m trying really hard to stick to my limits, I’m not sure I’m doing a very good job; but he reassures me.

Smooth

Smooth

At some point in the dark, a guy attempts to pass me without prior notification. This actually occurs several times, but without much consequence up til now. People, you must use your words, please. To me, it was a quite unreasonable spot to attempt such go-round, where in I proceeded to wobble just ever so slightly, plopping my ass in some cactus. Yes, I then shamefully did scold the guy loudly; but I mean really, necessary? I’m quite sure that extra second to wait for a desirable location would have kicked you out of some lead that I know you didn’t have to begin with. I believe there was even a sermon by Reverend ChainRing before the start about being nice. I know, I understand both sides of the pass…it sucks for all parties involved. It’s not easy and I have been guilty of the inadvertent, yet ill-mannered pinch, but this is racing folks, not bumper bikes. I don’t like to hold you up just as much as you want to get around me. Ok, ok. So I’m not down; however, every time my rear quarters hit the seat now, the cactus spines suggest I not stay seated there. I make it back to camp and change shorts. I will now forever be indebted to Cathy for plucking thorns outta my stinky white ass and yes, this makes us real sisters! I won’t complain too much about a few badly placed

My crew working hard!

My crew working hard!

Camp antics! He's my goofball!

Camp antics! He’s my goofball!

thorns, I’ve been thru them before and this, my friends, is nothing compared to what is yet to come.

The energy inside the exchange tent, even at 3am, was phenomenal! I don’t know what keeps these folks going, but they would all just be going nuts at every lap thru and I sure am stoked about that! It’s super motivating! During one lap, Cody yells out at me that there’s beer and cookies out on that trail. It’s about 5 miles in, he says. Great! I’m in! Well, I saw some whiskey tied to the wrong Tree and I saw some Spam on a hill. There was someone smoking pot out on the His and Hers, maybe they have the cookies. But, alas, there were no cookies. That might have been a bit disappointing…
In all honesty, I feel completely awesome for the first 11 or so hours of this race. I am positive and smiling, riding well. Thanking my crew every time before I roll out again, trying not to bark out orders. I find out later how all the caffeine kept them laughing to a point when Cathy says she felt bad they were having such a good time while I was out there suffering. It’s ok guys, this is what we’re here for, I’m glad you’re having fun! They were out making noise every single lap with that horrible screaming spider monkey! I am racing as a solo, but it’s still very much a team effort. But by lap 11, I had started digging myself into a very deep, dark pain cave that I wasn’t sure I could crawl out of and not even their antics were shedding light inside.

first night lap

Rolling into camp after my twelfth time around, it’s somewhere in the vicinity of 5am. I am in pain. The searing kind of pain that stabs every muscle with every single type of movement. I have done all the core work striving to avoid this; but my back has given up, I have never felt such awful, relentless pain before. As I step off my bike, I fall over. I have gotten to the point I am unable to even hold myself up anymore, I literally could not stand up without the support of Kevin or Cathy and Christina. I felt as if my head was floating above watching my body flail around uncontrollably beneath it. My limbs wouldn’t listen to command. If I rest for a minute, maybe can I move again. I seemed to keep the bike upright thru painful pedal strokes even though I couldn’t walk. And had this been the only issue, I like to think I would have pushed on; but it was not the only concern. I could no longer see. After the dry winter and a lack of night wind, the dust and campfire smoke linger in the air. My contacts are done for and I have lubed them past their limits. This last lap I prayed to let the automatic drive take over as I was still letting go, speeding down descents I couldn’t see in front of me, hoping not to crash. It was also my last attempt on the Rock as I almost taco’d over my front wheel at the bottom from lack of control. “Whoa!” came from the few people left watching. Yes, Whoa indeed.
At my camp, the girls have hung motivational signs up telling me to ‘Be Awesome Today’ and that the ‘Pain is Temporary’.

Yea, what that says..

Yea, what that says..

I’m sure I don’t feel very awesome right now, but not for lack of my teams’ encouragement. I try to change out my contacts, but this only made things worse. My little eyeballs not only hurt, but now I could barely keep them open, any form of light sent them running for darkness behind eyelids. I had originally tried to use the motor cross goggles I trained with in an effort to avoid this exact problem, but by the end of one lap in them, my head and neck couldn’t tolerate it so I had to take the chance. I was extremely distressed about the whole situation. I did not want to quit, but it was like my whole body was saying “you have to”. I did not want to disappoint my crew, I did not want to disappoint myself; I was having a breakdown. I cried. I needed a nap. “It will be light soon, you’ll feel better.” they tell me. I know this, I can’t. I try to get up now after sitting, I can’t. I try to keep my eyes open, I can’t. “I’m so sorry.” I repeat over and over. They tell me I have nothing to be sorry for. Christina, with her pink boa, who has kept bubbly and positive for me, who has helped pull up my shorts when I couldn’t complete the task alone. “Christina, thanks for bein’ my Biatch. (as she has called our crew from the beginning…Beth’s Biatches) I’m not sure I even deserve a Biatch, but you’re the best Biatch ever!” Of course you do, she says, and I’m not just blowing smoke up your skirt. That would be ok, too. I’m still afraid I’ve disappointed you.

Sunrise of the exchange tent

Sunrise over the exchange tent

The next thing I remember is Kevin waking me and saying the sun was up and everything is ready for me to go back out there if I want to. I want to, I do; but I feel my race already is over. I move, it hurts, but I can walk with less assistance. We talk for a few minutes. I get down some chicken soup and I am told I’ve lost first and then second place, but can solidly hold on to third as long as I go back out and ride and I am overtaken at how proud Kevin is of me. Ok, I can do this. So, now, how will I see? I will try to wear my glasses, but the sun, it’s bright, my eyes won’t keep open. What about Kevin’s sunglasses? They’ll fit over top, maybe. I hope so, cause these eyeballs will not accept those damn contacts back in. “Here, I’ll duct tape them

Oh, those glasses...That's some rigged up jazz right there!

Oh, those glasses…That’s some rigged up jazz right there!

together so they don’t bounce.” My golly, you’re a genius, it actually worked! My depth perception was a bit skewed and I squirreled around the trail at first; but I adapted and managed. I was talked into taking the Skip the Bitches bypass, the only lap during the race I choose to do so. By the time I rode back onto that last Bitch, I let it roll and can feel the trail under me again. I wasn’t fast by my own standards, but I knew I could keep riding. I drink water, get my hands on and off the bars and eat. Enough to keep going. I just kept pedaling. Little ring, nice and easy. My back still hurt with every stroke, but it was more tolerable at least. My raw undercarriage screamed out with every bump and I stood with weighted effort for brief relief. But I could see and I could hold my bike upright and I could keep riding. Friends roll up behind me, yell out encouragement, pat me on the back, make sure I’m ok, are patient in passing and even offer to ride with me. I’m so grateful for them, I sometimes shed a tear at their voices; but it’s good leakage and they keep me going here. No, I can do this, ride your own race and thank you for offering. Kevin is waiting at the last climb before town. I stop just for a few seconds to get some encouragement and a smile, thrilled to see his face and feel his hand on my shoulder and then I slowly continue to pedal uphill, checking off each landmark in my head as I close in on the descent. I’m cautious descending, probably more speed would help me and I pick it up. My hands hurt holding onto the handlebars, but for heaven’s sake I don’t let go! This is not my last lap. I know I will go out again, no matter how slow. I came here to race. I came here to put everything I had into it and that’s what I’ve done. That’s what I’ll keep doing. I have asked my body to endure thru some terrible pain and asked my brain to shut off (or shut up) and let it go even when I couldn’t see the trail anymore, hoping memory would take me thru safely. My body gave argument and threw a temper tantrum, causing me to stop; but I did finally get it to listen and amazingly it did keep going. Emotionally, I may have been a mess; but I had found the mental strength to overcome my body’s weakness and along with my superior crew and all those out there rooting for me, that’s how I finish this race. After a stop at the camp and a change of clothes, I went thru the exchange for what would be the last time until the finish. Kaolin Cummings, who has been a superb announcer for almost all of these 24 hours, pats me on the back “I know you don’t feel it, but you sure are lookin’ good!” Yes, please, I’ll take all the sunshine and rainbows you want to blow up my ass right now!

Pushing thru lap 13

Pushing thru lap 13

My final lap, in the beginning I still have aspirations of making it in to at least get that 15th circle, I know time wise it’s possible. I decide on the Bitches…cause I won’t let them get the best of me. I granny-gear each one and give myself a little cheer at the exit. Next part is a favorite and I roll easily thru. I eat and drink on the easy jeep track. The next climb is tough and I take a tiny break after, before making the S turns on the His & Hers. Kevin is at the Whiskey Tree (the right one). I need to pee, don’t much care who’s around. With Kevin and a small cactus, I manage to cover most of my hind end; and then I carry on. I carefully and happily let many riders pass, all of them seeing the solo suffer thru to the end. My fellow OVB’er, Gary rolls up on me and despite my insistence that he not let me stop his groove, he stays with me all the way thru to the end. I was grateful for the distraction of his talking. Kevin is at the final climb, I pause briefly and then continue my crawl back to the camp. I try to ride the descent fast and make a last minute decision to skip the Rock, although I’m sure now I should have taken it. I am about 5 minutes from the noon cut-off. My team and I decide we will wait.

On to the finish

On to the finish

My better than awesome support team! Christina, Kevin and Cathy

My better than awesome support team! Christina, Kevin and Cathy

Stick a fork in me..I'm done!

Stick a fork in me..I’m done!

So in the end, I met few of the many goals I placed on myself. I finished the race with 14 laps, 238 miles and 17,086 ft of elevation gain. I went there to race for it all, I absolutely went after it and I landed myself onto a 3rd place podium. I have absolutely nothing to complain about…I had no mechanicals, the Fate ran perfectly. No major, race-ending crashes. There were no hideous head winds. No cold, rainy, muddy weather. The pain and suffering come with the ride and I know it, so it has definitely been the best year for me to solo this race!

 3rd Place.

3rd Place.

Still up on a box!

Still up on a box!

Our bodies are amazing! How they can perform and what they are able to push thru, it’s definitely always beyond what you think. Never again will I underestimate what I can do even when I feel like I can’t because now I know I absolutely can…it’s whether I want to that will always make or break me. I have always held respect for those soloists; but now I am filled with such strong admiration for the people out there not only riding solo as fit athletes or maturing adults pushing on simply to prove they still can; but also the ones out turning in 17 laps and on rigid single speeds no less. I know it is hard and I know how strong you all are. I didn’t realize before going into this how just by my perseverance, I could inspire others to keep pushing forwards. This is perhaps the greatest thing I have come away with today. I am excited and utterly flattered at people’s reactions to my ride and I hope I can continue to inspire you! I feel extremely special at how proud you all are of me! Never give up!rock 7cropped-rock-8.jpgoh yea, baby

I’ve learned some lessons as an experienced XC racer yet newbie soloist…So will I be back next year to do it again, you ask. Mostly, it’s too early to say. I am both very proud of how I raced and slightly disappointed in missing the mark on some of my more aggressive goals. I am told I have nothing to prove, but I’m not so sure I don’t…

I want to thank GU Energy for continuing to provide fuel for my journey. They have been an outstanding sponsor to have on my side and keep an eye out for a little blurb on my nutrition plan. Thanks to Forest Canyon Endoscopy & Surgery Center for the huge support and encouragement that they have given me throughout this. Thank you to Oro Valley Bicycle for being the best damn bike shop around! They’re always there when I need them, they keep me in top equipment and help my hubby keep it all running in superior condition. Thanks to ALL of you out there who were rooting for me and continued to cheer me on throughout the race…you helped get me to that finish line! And, of course, I can not even begin to thank enough my better than awesome, completely outstanding pit crew consisting of my sis-in-law Cathy, my friend Christina and my very understanding husband Kevin!I could not have raced without each of you! Thank you for holding me up when I couldn’t, for providing butt butter to tender spots and for being my brain! All photographs are credited to Cathy Wright…she’s awesome and you can check out her website over there on the left!

Each year, I hear myself tell people “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done” and each year I dare for something more. So onwards to the next challenge! What will it be for you?

Keep 'em turning!

Keep ‘em turning!

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TOWM

start line 35m

Mark, Cory and Kevin..waiting to get their 1 gear over the 35 miles!

"Chillin" on the start line

“Chillin” on the start line

Well, it sure has been awhile since I’ve updated this! I guess I just didn’t have anything to share that I thought you folks might find interesting. But, after 3 months off the race scene while building some base miles and goofing off with no particular purpose in mind; I made it to my first race of the season this past weekend at Epic Rides’ Tour of the White Mountains. With a brand new huge venue (super fun with an Amphitheatre and giant fire pit!) and mostly new course (some wicked fun trails!), I was ready to jump into the 50 miler once again, with working brakes (last year they were a fail!) and all new lines to hit! I arrived in town and got to catch up with some fellow racers and friends I hadn’t seen in quite some time, so the weekend was already starting out fantastic!

Going into the race, I didn’t have huge expectations, I wanted to ride hard, enjoy being up in the mountains and maybe get onto the podium as an added bonus! There was quite a chill in the air at the start (28 degrees!) and I am fully a desert rat now, so this is cold! I pulled on my bright green CEPs (for a little warmth and style! I think they might make me faster :) ), two pair of gloves, some non-thermal black sun sleeves (what if I got hot out there??! Can’t have too much on!) and pedaled my bike right up to the front of the pack on the start line. It turned out to be a great day in the saddle for me! The trail had small steep and frequent climbs, some fast jeep roads mixed in with a ton of singletrack and lots and lots (and lots!) of rocks! I’m so happy I decided to ride my dual-suspension Epic for this! And after getting lost off course once and stopped one other time debating on where I was, conceding to having to use my bike as a pulley system to manage getting myself up the gigantic never-ending hike-a-bike hill and then eating dirt once on a loose sandy curve (what race would it be without a little dirt snack?!)…I managed to stay ahead and pull out a first place podium! I had such a blast at this event! I found myself smiling on every flowing section and even on some of the climbs. I came onto the start line without a single nerve. I enjoyed some tasty (FREE) New Belgium beer at the finish line. This is how I want every race to feel!

My bike started out the race super, sparkling clean thanks to my awesome husband and ProGold’s wash…I did return it with just a bit of mud on the wheels (and frame and bars and me!); but the chain still ran smoothly thanks to Xtreme! My nutrition was spot on, thanks to GU Energy, and I felt balanced the entire 4h37M (and what turned out to be 53.9 miles) I was out there!

Next up is DCB Adventures Dawn 2 Dusk endurance solo in December….but really, everything from here on out is training for the 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo….SOLO! Yep, you read that right. The crazy girl is doing a solo :)

50 Miler Women's podium. And there's Cassi standing in spot #5!

50 Mile Women’s podium. And there’s Cassi standing in spot #5!

Single Speed 35 Miler Podium. (Yep, that's my super husband up there!)

Single Speed 35 Mile Podium. (Yep, that’s my super husband up there!)

35 Mile Women's podium. Super mom, Katherina Beeler takes the top seat!

35 Mile Women’s podium. Super mom, Katherina Beeler takes the top seat!

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Modern Wheaties.

As most athletes will tell you, the food you eat can determine how well or how poorly you perform almost as much as your training does.  As the years have passed, I have taken an increasing interest in nutrition and the benefits many foods hold for us whether before/during/after exercise; as well as in our everyday long-term health.  Although I do research foods and herbs, use them as my routine preventive care along with using the best products to train and race with; I haven’t had the opportunity to really mentor others about this particular part of a healthy lifestyle. Oh, I’ve had discussions at work or with patients, attempting to help them ‘fix’ how they may currently fuel their bodies. The idea of nutritionist intrigues me! So when I was given the opportunity to speak not only about on-the-bike fuel, but also the how to’s of off-the-bike, to a great group of high school mountain bikers coming into their own..I was stoked!

After some very important, core busting, off-the-bike workout with Coaches Kit and Tom, I get to sit down with the group and chat about one of my favorites things..food. What a cool bunch a kids these guys are! Totally open about what they do and don’t do and gobbling up suggestions from the experienced.IMG_1136

There are all levels of knowledge among these kids. A few of the more seasoned ones had some kind of idea for what worked for them on-the-bike, others had nothing to pull from and almost none of them knew how to make good choices in their everyday lives. Of course, all things come in experience which several of the boys are newcomers to sport and many of our choices are a product of our environment (and what families can and do provide). We learn by what we see done around us.

I put together an interactive presentation that the kids could participate in. I created some handouts providing information I have found extremely useful thru my own experiences, to help remind them when no one is around to help and to help keep the language and science at a kids level, I got to use cartoons! It was fun to design! I also enlisted the help of my go-to bike fuel, GU, to help provide some product for the group to sample and GU came thru with a great array of tasty goodies. I think the GU crew was as excited to get the kids involved in the pursuit of proper nutrition as I was!IMG_1282

We started with on-the-bike nutrition. Simple things like When you need to start thinking about more than water and how often you need to eat and drink during exercise. How to time your intake as opposed to waiting until it may be too late. We touched on important things for our particular environment..the heat of Tucson summers. How dehydration affects you, how that can change based on temperature, effort or altitude; things such as when the GU Brew with extra sodium (and my fav..Blueberry!) is most appropriate and how/when to add extra sodium using the new Roctane capsules. We touched a little on how important recovery is and what the right ratio of protein and carbs assists in muscle recovery, the easy ways to hit that ratio with Recovery Brew or even chocolate milk. The kids asked a lot of really great questions and genuinely were interested in how to improve their performance with nutrition.

With so many choices in product out there, we discussed what GU had to offer for different situations because its  what I have found works best for me and its what I rely on for both training and racing. We examined how to sample food, gels and drink mix during training to decide for themselves what will work for their bodies. Try it before you race with it! The GI tract is always a fun subject..and especially with teenage boys! One aspect of endurance fuel I did leave out was the use of caffeine. Although I am an advocate for what it can do and many products do contain it, these are young kids who are superiorly elastic to adults and not in need of added caffeine in their growing bodies. With this in mind, the high school league has actually banned the use of it during racing. We touched on bonking and what that means and how to eliminate that with the use of GU fuel. This may be especially important on a mountain bike where your focus and decision making ability can mean the difference between a successful and fun race or training ride or ending up with your face in the dirt or lying mangled in a pile of rocks. The kids and I both offered up some of our own experiences in the bonking topic…this always makes for some interesting stories!IMG_0813

We also talked about their nutrition at school and at home. How to make good decisions with what choices lie in front of them; such as in the school cafeteria or learning how to pack a lunch; helping their parents choose foods at the grocery store. I was pretty amazed when I asked how many of them felt they had trouble making healthy food choices, every single hand went up. And when asked if that difficulty was a of lack of knowledge versus feeling there just wasn’t a healthy enough choice offered…the answer was the latter. As we dug a bit deeper, the most difficult place for these kids to choose a healthy food seemed to be at school.
I find it very interesting, and a little scary, when a 14 year old tells you there are no healthy foods in the school cafeteria. Many of these youngsters do not yet possess the understanding or experience of how to choose between whole foods or processed, how to make the best of what is available; they rely on their role models for guidance (parents, teachers, athletes..). Shouldn’t the school cafeteria be an easy decision for these kids instead of an unnecessary dilemma? Should their only choices really be greasy, processed, fatty-meat filled pizza slices; glutinous, artificial mac & cheese or pink-slime filler burgers? Or if you don’t like those, maybe try the vending machine for a candy bar and soda. As healthy, athletic adults, we wouldn’t choose to put these things in our bodies on a daily basis (or maybe ever in some of those examples), why should we force our kids to ingest them five days a week, nine months out of the year? Something to think about..IMG_1140

So we did a lot of talking about how to choose the better of what is offered when both option A and B seem to fall short on healthy ingredients. This doesn’t always mean it will be an ideal choice, but it will be a better one. Eating a turkey sandwich on white bread with a piece of fruit is a way better choice than fried chicken and instant mashed potatoes with globs of gravy or one slice of vegetable pizza rather than three slices covered in meat and extra cheese and those choices are certainly better than eating nothing at all (which has often been the decision of at least one kiddo). As a young teenager, you aren’t frequently granted the opportunity of running yourself to the grocery store and picking out your own foods to pack and store in a fridge at school-of which most schools do not even have a refrigerator accessible to students-so having the capability to think about how to make a better choice or how to brown-bag it with minimal tools (ice packs!); these can be pretty important things for a kid to learn and they do need their parents to show interest and to teach them. There were a few parents present during the kids’ workout and our discussion. They added in opinions and asked questions and got to hear their child’s concerns, maybe some for the first time. These are the parents that encourage their kids and have a real interest in what they’re doing…Way to go mom and dad! That is how I grew up, successful and independent and healthy because of my parents and I believe all kids deserve that same attention. Don’t you?

I really enjoyed doing this nutritional clinic! On and off bike nutrition is something I have learned to understand over the years and it feels pretty awesome to share this with others; and especially young, knowledge-hungry, moldable minds. And, not having kids of my own, I was definitely educated on how a teen thinks these days and what sort of things are thrown at them. I can’t wait to follow up with these guys later in the year and find out what they have improved upon, learned and discovered for themselves so maybe we can push the envelope even a little further!

A big thanks to GU for helping provide their trusted and reliable on-the-bike nutrition for this new generation!

Food is a wonderful thing! It can heal you and it can kill you. Enjoy everything in moderation…and eat REAL food!

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Super Fun IronHorse Classic, Durango CO

At The Stables Guesthouse.

At The Stables Guesthouse.

What a relaxing time out in the woods at our little cabin in Durango! No TV. No distractions. Just birds and deer, a peaceful spell in the cool shade of oak and pine and aspens. Sampling a bit of the Colorado Trail. Shredding some seriously silly singletrack at Overend (yes, as in Ned!) Park. What a perfect way to saddle up to race the IronHorse Classic on Sunday!

 Just before Star Wars at Overend Park. Super fun and difficult!

Kevin. Just before Star Wars at Overend Park. Super fun and difficult!

With all this prime trail around here, we still must pre-ride the course. Just a lap. It’s only 6ish miles..with close to 800ft of gain. The initial climb is going to be tough repeated x3. The next couple of flowy track is good. A little off-camber. A little exposed here and there. Then there is the college maze at the top. What drunk person laid this sucker out?! No seriously. It winds thru these trees, taped off so tight I can barely (if at all) get my bike to turn it. I think they offered some students free beer and then said “Have at it, folks!” This will be interesting. Ok. Enuf of that…off for some scenic riding on the CO Trail.

On the CO Trail

On the CO Trail

Race Day:
Kevin and teammates Tom & Bryan are out there early in the AM. I get to cheer. What is this I see happening here?? An obstacle course on the lap thru? Oh my! I watch people clean everything. I watch people totally botch it and face plant, followed by the crowd’s immediate response..”Da-ohh!”. Am I going to embarrass myself here?? Kevin clears it all beautifully both laps..I had no doubts :)

Kevin teetering!

Kevin teetering!

I get a couple of little runs thru the obstacles before the start of my own race. It’s a little nerve-wracking. I certainly don’t want to be booed for missing something or kill myself in the process. And then there is the bar-thru…this will be interesting…

At the start, it’s on fire. Then the road turns upwards. Then I hit the dirt. Not one woman clears the start and we’re all walking up the first switchback. Then the race begins. I get stuck a bit behind some slower climbers. Not much space to pass. I manage to get around a few. The climb is tough, but all doable. The downwards slope between climbs is fun, but a little rutted..so bumpy on the Fate I chose to race today. I was a little nervous on my choice at first, having ridden the Epic to pre-ride; but in the end it was the absolute best bike to race here with all the tight turns and climbing involved.IMG_4281
Sliding into the drunken maze, I do better than yesterday, but still I end up running thru some of it. Is this a cross race? Whew, back onto a descent. A brief road climb and then the last singletrack back to pavement. I put a foot down on the lefty, but deal. Now the scary part.

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

Coming into the obstacle course, I’ve practiced the smaller jumps, but the line seems better on the bigger side now. I take it. Over the wood hump. Peddle. Over the two rock gardens. Peddle onto the balance beam. Jump off. Sharp right. Over the teeter-totter. Sharp left into Steamworks bar. Holy darkness! OH-Camera flash! Right turn, left turn. Down the steep-ass ramp. Sharp left. Sand. Water feature. Right turn. Lamp posts, curb. Right turn, curb! 90 degree angle hill. Whew! Two laps to go!

I have been cat & mousing with 2 other women and pass them both on the road to the walk-up. Again I see no one ride this. The climb is a bit harder, but still clear everything. The maze this lap is better..I stay on the bike with the occasional foot down. The descents are a bit faster and I clear all the downward switchbacks. Sweet! One of the gals passes me going into the last descent. Ok, I still made it bit harder for her to do it this time. Back onto the obstacles. Taking the big jumps again, this time a little faster and with a bit more air. People are yelling and hooting every time I clear something. They’re banging empty kegs on the ground inside the bar. I contemplate taking a beer hand-up..No, no, still one more go-round. This is SO much fun!!

Final switchback descent

Final switchback descent

Last lap. I catch that chica back before the climb. I know I’ll have to really push to stay ahead. My granny gear sees a little more use this climb, still clearing every turn. Descending just a little faster.  Going into the maze I can’t seem to get my legs to work right, here I’m stuck in a tight turn foot out on a tree, frozen. Move would ya! Finally freeing myself, I see her behind me, she closed a bit on that section. Man, she just kills that! I descend well enuf to stay ahead. Hit the road climb hard. I feel a cramp coming on. Ignore it! Into the last descent. Clear it all. She’s right on me til near the bottom. Hit the pavement hard and peddle. The leg wants to cramp. She comes up on me and gaps me just a bit going into the obstacles for the last time. This is where I gain it back. She hesitates and slows. I fly thru it fast. Uh-oh, I shoulda snaked her around the sharp right..we hit the teeters at the same time and I can’t get around her going into the bar. She almost comes to a complete stop at the top of the ramp. If only I had gotten past, I could be gone. My chance… Do I take the deep water feature? Not thinking quickly enuf tho, I follow her right over the other one.

Water features..final lap.

Water features..final lap.

Again she’s slow enuf, I’d a blown right past if only… Hindsight is always 20/20, ain’t it?! Rounding the corners is where she slows again, but no opportunity to go round. There should be no braking here! So I slam it into the last uphill to the finish, knowing I am not a sprinter and she gets me by a second. Boy what a lesson in tactics I just had. Next time.

That was seriously a fun time! Having so many people around cheering and jeering. Filling the pavement with assorted barriers for spectator and rider enjoyment, what a brilliant idea! Having never in my riding lifetime been on a pump track or any sort of obstacle course, I had no idea what I was in for or if I could even ride that sort of thing, but this was truly fantastic! And come to find out I was only 1 of 2 girls who took the big jumps..that’s confidence building! I will definitely be back to do this again! And maybe even throw in the Race the Train event on the day before!

Dessert time!

Dessert time!

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Flagstaff Frenzy…State Series Final

So that’s it for the AZ season, the state series is over. It was a stellar year for the MBAA with some fun race venues,  top Pro riders making a few appearances & incredible volunteers keeping everything running. There was a huge turnout for the women’s races at almost every event! I’m thrilled to have gotten to race some old and new faces this year!

Caiden Plummer: Cat 3 (15-18) Champ

Caiden Plummer: Cat 3 (15-18) Champ

Team OVB came thru with quite an awesome showing! We had 11 teammates, of which made it out almost

Cassi Morelock: Cat 2 (30+) Champ

Cassi Morelock: Cat 2 (35-49) Champ

all the races & really represented for Oro Valley. We come out of the 2013 season with four State Champions! That’s huge! First time racer, Cassi topped her Cat2 class, making her I believe, most improved over the season! Caiden stood on the #1 podium for the age group above where he started out..just kicking some serious tail out there! His dad, Kit towered over the others with his ‘rock-it’ hands up in the Cat3. And I shared the top of the Pro podium with Kata Skaggs in the first ever tie for state champ.

Kit Plummer: Cat 3 (40-49) Champ

Kit Plummer: Cat 3 (40-49) Champ

Kata and Beth sharing the fruits of their labors.

Kata and Beth sharing the fruits of their labors.

We had a couple a regulars out there at every single race competing in each of their Respective categories: Doug really rocked in the Cat3 group, consistent and moving up at every race. Kevin held strong and pushed thru some of the toughest Marathons they had to offer. And Randy put the hammer down in the Rock-Crusher Category and was a great captain for the Team Event. Bryan took his shredly descending skills, worked hard on his endurance this year and stepped up on the podium at one of the toughest races at the Flag event…awesome! Cory brought out some new talent and then showed ‘em how its done on Super D. And of course I can’t forget Tom, who, after becoming re-acquainted with his big toe, put in many hours of volunteer work for the team & MBAA. Way to go everyone!! Keep up the awesome and inspiring work! I am super proud of all the athletes on Team OVB and ever honored to have been on the same team with such exceptional people!

As for my own experience in my 3rd year racing the state series and 1st year as a Pro; it was a spectacular year filled with wins and losses, new skill accomplishments & hard crashes, laughter & tears; I have proved my power and I have gotten my butt thoroughly handed to me, fulfilling, yet cultivating something slightly less then sensational in the end. Partially my own trying to fit absolutely as much as I possibly could into one season & the inability to pick which ones to make A races. No, they can’t all be A races! I have certainly learned a lot this year!

The finals, held in Flagstaff, comprised of some fantastic single track, tough climbing and a few very technical sections under the canopy of pine trees on Mt Elden. I chose to race my Specialized Fate hardtail again, thinking of all the climbing I would be doing..I should have chosen my Epic beast. I had forgotten about some of the bouldering I would encounter and have not, as of yet, attained the extra physical skill it takes to do such things without my rear suspension. So, regardless of how fast the Fate cornered and accelerated, I suffered on some of the technical rocky goodness. I have a lot to learn. (I say that a lot, I better get educated quick!) Already being behind after trying to climb Rocky Ridge & descent into the Hobbit Forest, I decided not to waste anymore energy on frustration. I let go of the things I could not do and started having fun with the things I could. Whooping around curves and down the hills, thru the trees. Fantastic!

After passing a woman coming cautiously into an exposed & off-camber section of trail, I hear a loud yelp and the sound of falling rock and broken shrubbery. Peeking over my shoulder, she had gone over the edge & down the mountain. No kidding. Carefully tossing (setting..) my bike off the thin single track, I run back to help her up. It is quite steep here and full of loose rock, I’m not sure she could have gotten herself & her bike back up alone. After I apologize for pulling her bike scraping across the rocks (eek), she makes it up the slope & appears unharmed other than lots of rash & a little hurt pride…we’ve all been there. I run to my bike and get back to the race, oh, I don’t know, 10 or 15 min later. Well, what are ya gonna do, nurse first, pro mountain biker second.
Continuing to enjoy the rest of my time on the mountain trail, I finally roll to the end. Teammates are there and with a huge smile plastered across my face, I shake my arms up into the air crossing the finish line…not in first place. I feel good, tho. I didn’t let the little things ruin me and I didn’t let my sometimes overwhelmingly competitive nature interfere with doing the right thing out there.

I was expecting to finish 2nd in the series to Kata after a poor performance at Estrella due to crashing and opting to do the Marathon race in Prescott. To my surprise, we actually tied! Can you believe it? Apparently a first time for MBAA series. I’ll take it! I feel honored to share the podium with Kata. We have pushed each other and shared new experiences together this season. I ventured into the unknown of the real Pro mountain bike scene with Kata. It really has been a fun year!
At this moment, I am still not yet at the break in my season; but sitting on the porch of a cabin in the mountains outskirting Durango, getting ready for the Iron Horse Classic. Three weeks after this, will be the Montana Pro XCT and then this will be the end of my season until fall…and the beginning of a much needed rest & vacation! After spending 3 out of every 4 weekends since January racing out of town & working the ICU on the ones between, I am ready for a little quality at home time with my hubby & friends!
I will be undertaking a little education this summer while assisting Kit a bit with the newly established Oro Valley Mountain Bike Club as their resident pro ;) and occasional ride leader. If you have (or are!) a high schooler in the area, come on out and join us! Especially you girls out there..it’s not just a men’s sport!! Lets show those guys who’s got skill! Check the group out on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/groups/503836456345993/

I am so very thankful for all support I have received throughout this season! Aside from the many fans (my friends!) and my husband (who is my biggest fan!), I have had the privilege of working with some very respected physicians, nutritional & bike maintenance experts; and the absolute best bike shop around!
GU
ORO VALLEY BICYCLE
THE HEART CENTER
PULMONARY ASSOC OF S. AZ
PROGOLD
NORTHERN AZ GASTROENTEROLOGISTS
SPECIALIZED

And thanks to MBAA for another great season of competition!

Enjoying the AZT afterwards

Enjoying the AZT afterwards

Scenic AZT

Scenic AZT

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Epic Rides’ Whiskey Off-Road 50 Proof Pro Race Weekend (whew!)

Wild Wild West!

Wild Wild West!

Here we are in beautiful downtown Prescott, Arizona on the famous Whiskey Row prepping for a weekend of epic riding, racing and a little bit of suffering. This will be my first year to compete in the Pro race held on Sunday after Saturday’s Amateur open. I did the 50 miler last year for the first time, I know what I’m in for as far as the course is concerned; the difference this year is I will be competing amongst a highly stacked field of some of the best female mountain bikers in the world and I will need to compete in the fat-tire crit on Friday evening to avoid any time penalties at the start of Sunday’s race. I’m as ready as I can be at this point and I’m ready to get out there and shred some dirt!

FAT-TIRE CRIT:

OhMyGosh! This was the most fun I’ve had racing on the road maybe ever!
I wasn’t taking this part seriously, I didn’t feel nervous, I was just doing this so as not to get a time penalty in the real race on Sunday. I had no intention of wasting my legs on this part of the event. However; even tho I had watched the crit last year, I had no idea the state of absolute giddiness that I would experience actually participating in it!
It’s all about the fans. They totally make the race! All the spectators..yelling, heckling, handing out beers and dollar bills..dressed up as gorillas and human GU packets..it was truly spectacular!
Despite the fact that I had every plan to pull myself from the crit early, I just couldn’t do it, I was having too good a time! Don’t get me wrong, as each 1 km lap passed by, the giant hills got harder and I suffered just a little bit more; but all the motivation from the people on every corner completely overshadowed any pain. Each lap I would say “ok, I’m gonna pull myself this lap” and then I’d hear the roar of the crowd, the cowbells from every direction and squeeze myself thru the people like I was topping out Alp d’huez in the TDF and simply keep on going..I couldn’t help it! Each lap after the ridiculous monster-climbs, I would scream downhill faster and faster careening around the right-hander at over 30mph..it was absolutely exhilarating!

zoom-zoom

zoom-zoom

In the end, I was able to put in 5 laps and raced for 15m21s (a crit consists of 20m plus 3 laps) before getting pulled off. I was nowhere near the front of the pack, I was nowhere near the back of the pack. I am extremely happy to be in the middle..right where I belong right now. This shed a whole new light on what I was doing. This crit race wasn’t for us, it was for the spectators, all the people who continually support our mountain biking; but rarely get to see us race. It is hard work to watch a mountain bike race, you need to either hike or bike yourself out onto the course somewhere to watch racers go by once or you typically only experience the start and finish. This was different, this you could actually get involved in all the action. This was pretty awesome.

THE DAY BETWEEN:

IMG_0198Not having to race until Sunday, Saturday came as a nice little respite and the chance to support and cheer on the racers out there doing the Open race. I was going to the T-intersection aid station to hand up bottles to Kevin. I got in a great little in-between-day workout and experience the other side of racing. I stood out there waiting for Kevin to arrive and clapped and cheered and talked up a little motivation to the other riders. I got to see friends coming thru and root them on…seeing their smiles when they heard a familiar voice felt great! Once Kevin came thru on his singlespeed and successfully obtained his bottles of GU Brew, I hung out a bit longer and then slowly climbed back up alongside the others. I chatted for a few minutes with racers on the way up and then hung out at another intersection for a bit again cheering. It was a lot of fun to support all the people racing…and I know from experience, sometimes that can mean the difference between cracking and not out there. Riding back out and making it to the finish line for Kevin’s finish. He did awesome out there on that tough singlespeed course! We had a ton of OVB racers out there, a successful race for the team as a whole..way to represent guys and gal!

Kevin ready to get his race on!

Kevin ready to get his race on!

Cassi ready to shred!

Cassi ready to shred!

Paul making his way thru the start.

Paul making his way thru the start.

THE MAIN EVENT:

I’m not so nervous today, I have lucky number 13 to ride!  I’m ready to ride my own race today. I’m not worried about the other women or where I’ll be in comparison. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely have goals set for myself; some definitely attainable, some maybe a little steep, but all doable. I want to enjoy my Whiskey and be proud of how I finish!
I get to chat a bit at the line with Georgia Gould, such a nice gal she is, and wish Chloe a great race. I can see my heart rate is below 100…a good sign I’ve got the nerves channeled and under control and it will be the last time I look at it throughout the entire race. I’m as ready as I can be for this. Lets go!

The Start!

The Start!

The road out of town is a killer climb right off the bat. With a police escort, we all ride as a group until he pulls off..then it’s all on, baby! I’m thrilled to be in the main pack until after hitting the dirt. It’s pretty cool to be able to ride along side some of the best female mountain bikers in the world! I still can’t believe sometimes that I am part of this elite group!
Once we’ve hit dirt, the group really starts to get strung out. I’m happy being in the position I’m in, somewhere in the middle. The climbs are tough, the singletrack is fun and the descents are a bit hairy in spots. I pop off a couple a times, some by my own missed step, some no fault of mine; but overall I feel I’m riding well and most importantly, I’m really having a lot of fun!

The first aid station comes after a lofty climb at about 16 miles in. Kevin is there ready to hand up bottles. I feel pretty great still and as always I’m happy to see him there. On to the descent into Skull Valley…which is not really all downhill, but the climb out is brutal.

Hitting aid station 1. The steepest parts of the course. Thanks for cheering there, Nicole!

Hitting aid station 1. The steepest parts of the course. Thanks for cheering there, Nicole!

I get in a pull line with a couple other ladies on the way down, fun stuff! And at the turn around, I grab up a neutral bottle and douse my back with the cool water. I already know the climb out is going to get warm with total exposure to the sun. Climbing out I feel pretty good still. I make sure to drink, using GU Roctane really helps keep the body fueled and engine fires stoked. I push hard when I can and push thru when it hurts. A couple of girls pass me, but I keep them in site and use them as my carrot. Then a little over a mile before hitting the aid station back where Kevin is, I start to get overheated. My pedals are barely turning over and I’m riding at 4mph at times. I’m starting to really suffer. I keep talking to myself and try to keep my mantras going. That last mile is the steepest and seems to never end. I finally see Kevin just coming into the station and I  so so happy to see his face! I get completely drenched with water, so much my socks are soggy and squishing! But holy cow, it feels fantastic and both the cold shower and Kevin’s uplifting encouragement give me a push and I can continue the climb to the top..pedaling just a little bit faster. I am 30 miles in and 4 miles from the top: Sierra Prieta Overlook.

Close to the top!

Close to the top!

On the way, I see familiar faces and hear voices call out my name, it keeps me going & makes me want to push harder. My friend Steph follows me up the road a bit urging me on. And the next intersection is filled with more people cheering. It’s so wonderful to have excited spectators hootin’ and hollarin’, keeping the energy flowing!

I finally hit the top and start some gnarly, rocky, arm fatiguing descent.  Holy crap! I decided to race my new Specialized Fate, my first real hardtail and am still learning to descend on it..not quite just running down everything in your path like on the Epic…but still the right bike choice for today’s big climbs. I make it thru with a hefty dose of fear and no other issues, take some big cleansing breaths and move onto the mini enduro and super fun singletrack..waiting for what I know is coming..cramp hill, as it is so affectionately known as. On some of the of the fun, sweeping singletrack I am surprised by more friends rooting me on..seriously wonderful! IMG_0991So, not once in the 2 years I’ve done this race have I made it thru cramp hill without doing exactly that and having to get off my bike. Today is going to be different. Today I’m riding on Sunday and today I’m going to make it. I try to pedal as often as I can on the downhills beforehand, keeping the muscles from locking into any constant position. And then, cramp! Before the hill! Argh! Ok, it’s not so bad. I spin the legs, I talk to my muscles, it gets better. And I see it. I gear down, ready myself both physically and mentally and spin into it. The legs start to whine a little, I keep spinning them. They protest a little more, I am not going to let you get the best of me Hill! And I make it up! This is it! I’m so happy and the final stretch is here! There is some sketchy downhill singletrack, I falter a little thru it and Tracy Thelan catches me, this is the second time she grabs me on a descent today. I was really hoping to keep my position,  but she comes around and is riding the lines better than I today. I try to stay close. Thru the water crossing and I nail it perfectly, I hear more familiar cheers and Cassi runs along after me “You can catch her! You look great!” What motivation! I keep it up and then come up on Tracy off her bike fixing her chain. Oh, man! I feel for her, but without being a serious injury that needs my attention, this is still a race and I have to continue on past.

Entering the creek-crossing..fun stuff!

Entering the creek-crossing..fun stuff!

Now, I’m looking for the off-shoot onto the road. 4 miles of pavement. If I can hit it, I know I can stay ahead.
There it is. And I push hard giving whatever I have left down the pavement. And, after 48.1 miles and 6800 ft of gain, I cross the finish line in 4h15m59s, positioning me in 32nd out of 51 starters and 44 finishers. I am happy! For the first time this year while playing with the big dogs, I have finished mid-pack; make that twice if you include the Crit on Friday. I am stoked to have had the mental strength to push thru the pain, the suffering and the ebb and flow of emotions out there. To know that whatever training I did or didn’t do, I physically could still maintain. I am thrilled to feel absolutely proud of how I raced today….for myself and no one else. No expectations of grandeur. No pressure to do what I can not do and I did what I could do..race hard, keep pushing and enjoy the journey. And I certainly did enjoy myself out there!..most of the time! :) Today I became an elite mountain biker.

Worked-Over!

Worked-Over!

Even my toes hurt! Ha!

Even my toes hurt! Ha!

Thank you so so much to my friends for being out there in all those tough spots and in the random ones! You all are what kept me going! The spectators who were just out there cheering and having fun-it’s you who helps keep the mind running strong! Again, the fans really make this race what it is!
Also, I have to thank Kevin for always being my rock and my biggest fan! Keeping my bike in perfect condition! Standing out there for hours to hand up bottles! Seeing him there gets my heart pumping and the legs spinning  faster again!

Thank you Oro Valley Bicycle for helping get my bike race ready so quickly and for all your support that never stops coming!
Thanks to GU for keeping me stocked in the best bike nutrition out there! No bonking allowed!
Thanks to ProGold for having the best stuff to keep the chain running smoothly and the bike sparkling at the start of each and every race. And thank you to Northern AZ Gastroenterologists, PASA, and The Heart Center for helping fund my adventures in mountain biking..without whom, participating in some of these races wouldn’t be possible!

What an Epic weekend! Whiskey Off-Road, I’ll see you and all the brutal sun, dirt and sweat you can throw at me again next year!

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A Marathon…MBAA Prescott Punisher

I have been contemplating moving away from the shorter distance XC races and going more towards endurance or even ultra-endurance events. Already having my race season planned out this year and not having the time or training to switch it up this Arizona season, the only race left on the schedule at this level is the Whisky Off-Road. This has now become my focus. I have definitely noticed that all the training geared for the XCT races has not exactly helped my endurance…or my climbing, So I need Whiskey training! Already registered for the Pro race for MBAA’s Prescott Punisher, I am thinking about switching categories to do the marathon and when I found out about the change to a much later start time of the pro race, I opted last minute to go ahead and follow my gut and just do it.
Am I taking away from what I’ve set out to do with this whole pro journey by skipping the pro race & choosing to do marathon today?  No, I don’t think so. This is my first year in the big girl scene…I’m learning this year. It takes time to understand how to race at this level of play; however, not being a tender age of 25 anymore (I know, can you hardly believe it?!), I also need to go after what I enjoy doing most right now and to stay where my strengths lie. I believe this comes down to the challenge of longer endurance racing. I can better teach my brain to enjoy pain & suffering for longer periods of time then teach my body to be a sprinter for short ones. This is just who I am..and there are plenty of endurance events out there.

GU me! My day's nutrition.

GU me! My day’s nutrition.

So there it is. I again find myself standing on a start line, this time lined up with both men and women seeking to ride as much as possible before the 3.5h time cut-off. This course- or so I’ve heard, not having pre-ridden it, I will just be surprised- is not technical and has a lot of climbing. Good. A perfect jump into marathon, a perfect training tool. I feel calm and collected, talking with Katie Ellis, waiting for the start whistle. Katie is always fierce competition and with her and Liz Vito usually battling it out on course, I am sure to have a tough race ahead of me. I am ready to just roll with it. And we’re off!

Lap 1: Too hot as always! I really try to hang back at first and think I’ll just ride with Katie and Liz for awhile, try not to kill myself too early in the day; but as always, that doesn’t sit well with me and I am off and around them searching for the next rider ahead to catch. The hills on the first half of the course are killer and I decide early on how long I will try to keep myself in bigger gears grinding away at them. Most of the course is jeep road, a little rutted, a little loose; but I have recently learned a new cornering technique I have found extremely useful and decide to focus on doing this. Once you plug away to the top of the saddle and thru the first tunnel under a road, the course becomes quite fun. Twist and turn downhill and a sharp left turn onto the singletrack. Here it flows. I concentrate on pushing into my handlebars into the turns and pointing my belly button thru it. I’m having a ball! The singletrack turns upwards and switchbacks to another saddle. A local racer catches up and motivates me thru the trail. Down and around thru the second tunnel, one more short singletrack back to the jeep road thru the venue. An incredible lap time! Boy, I hope I can keep that up…

Lap 2 is much of the same. I descend faster now knowing what is ahead and I’m climbing well. Now, just keep hydrated and the nutrition going…its still early on a long day in the saddle.

Lap 3 is when I hear the SNAP! What the..? And as soon as I feel myself pogo-ing off the bike seat, I know. I have just busted my rear suspension! I feel myself bouncing all over the bike every time I run over a little rock or bump in the trail and as I climb I’m sagging towards the ground. Ugh, I have to figure out how to manage this. I get to a spot I can get off and assess things. I turn the Brain’s rebound all the way to slow and the shock is already as firm as it will go, so not much else I can do..I am assuming, because in all honesty, I’m not completely sure of what I’m doing. I get back on the bike and keep going. It feels weird back there. Like I’m smashing my rims into everything, I know its really just me bottoming out the rear shock that no longer works, but I can’t get my mind back to the task at hand, so I get off the bike a second time and make sure there isn’t a flat back there, too. Nope, just a busted oily mess. Ok, keep going. I come thru the venue and yell out to my teammate Tom if there is anything else I can do to help it and he basically shakes his head no. And so I deal.

Busted! Dirty, Oily Mess.

Busted! Dirty, Oily Mess.

Lap 4: I’m just getting used to the feel of the bike. The longer I go, the less I seem to notice the bounce and sag. It does make climbing just a little more difficult…

Lap 5: How am I ever going to be ready for the Whiskey??! This is the thought that plays on repeat in my head. These climbs are killing me. I’ve been down to my little ring since last lap on most of the hills and they just keep getting harder. Stop thinking about it and focus on the task at hand. Pedal thru. Keep pushing. Good job. One more hill ’til a bit of relief. Oh, the fun part is coming up! I’m good, feeling better. Singletrack! Keep practicing your cornering, focus on that. Here comes the last bit of climbing. CRAMP! AHH! Ok, I know how to deal with this. Spin thru it, easy gears, keep the legs moving. Gone..for now. Better drink more…its only lap 5 and I should have two more to go at these times..

Lap 6: Getting closer to the finish, I know I will be going out for a 7th. I have no idea where any of the other women are. My last couple of laps have been fairly consistent in time, but I am afraid with being on the verge of cramping and already using easier gears, I will be slowing. I try not to and just keep talking to myself, keeping it going. More hills, more descents, having to work harder to keep focus on each individual aspect I’ve given to different parts of the course to manage my mind and my body. Then in the same place as lap 5, cramp. This time a little worse. Oh my god, my adductors! I shed an invisible tear at the shearing pain and talk myself thru it…aloud, for the brush and dirt and world to hear. Spin, move the legs, easy gears, don’t stop. Oh the pain. Ok, its better. Oh the pain!  I get to the second tunnel and the tearing in my legs has dissipated. Whew. Let’s go. My lap time wasn’t too off the previous ones, a good sign and with 8 minutes remaining before the cut-off, I head out to…

Lap...

Lap…

Lap 7: Throwing down my Camelbak as I ride thru the venue, it’s empty and I have no desire to continue carrying it, my neck is sore and the removal of it sends relief thru my shoulders. Teammate Tom is (and has been) yelling out encouragement as I roll thru, grateful for the mental support! At this point, if I had actually heard someone telling me that I needn’t go out on that 7th lap, I probably wouldn’t have; but I didn’t hear that and I still didn’t have any sign of where any of the others were and knowing Katie if she had the ability to go out again, she would; so I did. Honestly, I’m glad I did. I didn’t come here today to stop just because I could; but now I just want to get thru this lap. I have hardly any liquid left. I’ve eaten my final GU. Its fine, 30+ minutes and I’ll be done. I push as best I can and just try to keep a grip on where I am and what’s next. The hills are a bitch, but I climb them all. The juniors are out there and I see them climbing, motoring themselves up those hills as if they were floating feathers, as I crawl around them filled with lead. I send them encouraging words as I pass at the descent. My arms are fatigued from descending, but I roll down them. I forget that my rear suspension isn’t working, but am reminded with the occasional buck off the seat. Out of fluid now, I’m almost 3/4 way to the finish line. The fun sections, the singletrack and that’s it. Luckily there are still other riders out there as the other races have continually been sent off while we strive on thru the day. As I hit the singletrack, I see him coming up from behind and move over to let him pass. Hunter Keating, the men’s marathon leader, laps me. He finishes his 8th lap about 2 minutes before I will cross the line. He looks and sounds like its lap 1! Amazing! Sweating up the last hill, it hits again. Cramp! I am talking to my legs out loud pretty much continuously. I come up on riders who look at me wildly and get out of the way of the crazy girl talking to herself. I try to reassure them, but it doesn’t matter. The pain is tremendous with every push of the pedals. Again, spin, move, go. And again, just as the other laps it vanishes as I get to the final descent on the jeep road into the finish line. I am done! “You looked strong out there all day!” I hear…yea, no one but a select few riders lucky enough to be out there were witness to the agony in my legs..it always dissipated before lapping thru the venue.

I managed to win the marathon doing 7 laps. This equals out to 50.7 miles and just over 4500ft of elevation gain (only about 3/4 of the Whiskey gain!). I see Katie at the finish line and talk with her. This is when I finally learn that none of the other women made the cut-off to get a 7th lap. I am happy with my performance and how I managed the day..altho I do need to work on that cramping issue.  Maybe I am not quite ready for the big Whiskey as a pro this year. So..tomorrow off to Mt Hopkins to get in another big climbing day and on fatigued legs.

1-Beth, 2-Katie, 3-Liz

1-Beth, 2-Katie, 3-Liz

After finishing, I get to see Kata and Chloe before their race. I was there to cheer them on as they lapped thru the venue. The smile on Kata’s face when we stood there screaming at her, trying to motivate her was priceless. Did I miss being out there with them? Yes, there are some great girls racing the pro category here in Arizona and I’ve had a blast competing with them. Am I glad that I listened to what I need and went forth with the marathon? Yes, definitely yes.

Team OVB had a great day out there, as well! With Kit earning himself a 1st place and Cassi and Caiden working hard for 2nd. Most of all watching our two juniors (Caiden and Bryan) be able to mentally push themselves all the way to the end even when their bodies were fighting against them really shows what strength they possess and what kind of racers they are and will become! I am proud! Way to go guys!!

A huge thank you to Oro Valley Bicycle for giving continual support to me! I seriously have the best bike shop standing behind me and they work hard to get my Epic fixed up and even into a new bike as quickly as they can. Also, a big thank you to GU for keeping me stocked with lasting-energy; I certainly wouldn’t be half the racer without it!

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Fontana Pro XCT

Shot number two on the Pro XCT series. Less nerves this time, not having a break down in the car on the drive to California. Kevin and I get to Fontana in time for a little pre-ride. It goes fairly well, better than at Bonelli. I start to worry at first with some of the techy, steep stuff; but going back out for a second lap I stayed positive, rode everything and enjoyed the trail. This was a real mountain bike course unlike Bonelli where someone cut sandy trails on the side of a hill in a park. This had technical rocks to climb over and roll down, there was flowy singletrack with brush standing taller than I. This race will be enjoyable regardless of my position in the pack.

So off the start line again its like these girls are on fire! I just can not get my legs to sprint out there from a dead stop like that and I again find myself at the back of the pack. Geez. But, I feel better today. I feel like I can climb up these hills, so I push forward and catch onto the back of the long line of ladies heading into singletrack. The big dogs like Lea Davidson and Chloe Woodruff, among some others, are off the front and disappearing. There are some of the same competitors as Bonelli and there are some new faces. I manage to pass a few women on the grinding road climb and hit the next singletrack ahead of them. Of course, I’m still turned up a little too high inside and am feeling a bit squirrely…I bobble over a rock and step off the bike. The girls are close and I must allow them to pass. I run back onto the bike and ride right back up on the next girl’s wheel. She topples off her bike over the next set of rocks and I’m off behind her. All but a few still far in the back are getting away. I manage to get back on to ride around her, she doesn’t quite make it off the trail far enough and I have to lift my left hand off the bars while weaving thru a couple of boulders. It was anything but graceful…but I managed to make it…just to slide out and onto the ground in the next corner. Dammit! This is the fourth race in a row I am sitting in the dirt. It sucks and only means something I’m doing is not right. I am not interested in a job as dirt sampler! I’m tired of being on the ground. I pick myself up before the girl behind me catches up and continue onward. The rocky descent goes well. I ride all of it and even catch up to the Canadian gal ahead of me; however, she realizes I’m on her, speeds up and just vanishes. How does that happen so fast?! At this point, I start to settle into the fact that I am here somewhere in the rear of the race and I’m ok with it. I’m not last. I push as hard as I can when I can, I make the technical rock sections and I enjoy the flowy singletrack sections. I start having fun…this is important…this is why I do this to begin with. The laps go by. I see girls just ahead, start to gain and then lose a little ground; but they are always there. The steep hills get harder and I have to hike it up the last steepest section. I miss the rock drop section on the last lap and have my foot down. When I hit the road for the last climb, my chain comes off. I can’t get it back on and off the bike I am again. I fight with the chain as its stuck between the frame and chainring. Finally getting it loose, I start climbing and the woman I passed 2 laps earlier is right behind me. She catches me on the fenceline flat and rides my wheel. I am exhausted. Completely exhausted. What happened to all that endurance I used to own? She goes around at the top of the last incline and I let her go. I ride thru the finish line in 13th place out of 17 starters.

Today, I was schooled… I learned how to let go of the ego that says ‘you shouldn’t be last out here’ and found that I could have fun regardless once that happened. I learned that some have no choice but to ride in a park surrounded by industry and smog. I think its fantastic that there are these trails for people in the urban sprawl to enjoy; I also am feeling extremely grateful to live in a place where I can ride out my garage and into the middle of nowhere in as little as 15 minutes. To live where there are blue skies 360 days a year, with views sometimes 50 miles around, surrounded by mountains and wilderness.  I have also learned that I may never teach my body to be a sprinter and that’s exactly what these races are, all out sprints.  It’s completely different than any of the races I’ve done, including Nationals last year in Ketchum, ID. My body make-up is primarily slow-twitch muscles, I know this. I like to grind for long periods of time, get into a groove and stay there. I have decided that I am not in a place in my life to try and change what I am good at, what my body and mind understand and enjoy doing. I am also not a quitter and I plan to finish everything that I have started this year. I will not hide from the challenges I have placed in front of me simply because I found out I’m not as good as I thought I was.  I am proud that I came back out to another one of these races in the series and did the best I could there. I also know maybe next year I will be choosier in what I race,  I tried to fit so much into such a short time to figure out what I like and what I could excel at, it may have been too much. Maybe less is more. Less events, bigger mileage. We shall see what the future brings. One thing I do know, is that there is a great bunch of women racing out there! Always with words of encouragement, willingness to help out or to teach. I have, thus far, had a fantastic experience with my fellow racers and it really is encouraging and motivating more women to get out there and strap a number plate to their bikes. I hope I can be as inspiring as they one day.

Next week I’ll be back at it again on home turf in Prescott AZ..MBAA #5.

I want to give a tremendous thank you to my husband, Kevin, without whom I wouldn’t be able to do any of this. His never-ending support with bike maintenance, driving, training; his huge bank of knowledge, giant handfuls of patience, ever-lasting positivity and unconditional love is so incredibly appreciated! His excitement, cheers and motivational call-outs around every lap help keep me going thru some very tough races. I really have the best hubby around!

I also need to be thankful for Oro Valley Bicycle for being supportive of me regardless of where I finish. They have been there thru many a broken rim, last minute emergency fixes and getting that hard to find product that I just can’t live without; as well as handing out encouragement with each new challenge. I couldn’t ask for better care!

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