Bike 11:10:23 [5] 112.05 mi (10.0 mph) +5500ft
shoes: Motobecane Fantom X Team Ti
Cedar Cross
Time logged is total time. I have no idea what my moving time was. Rode this event mostly alone but enjoyed some nice chitty chat w/ fellow riders now and then. I relied on cue sheets and an overview map which thankfully worked well but wasn't terribly efficient (lots of quick stops to verify roads/turns,especially during the last half). I had a couple wrong turns. My garmin said 7790' climb which is clearly too high, so I just put 5.5K.
Going into this event I knew it would be a huge challenge due to the singletrack -- appropriately named "SHingletrack" by the organizers. According to AP, I have had a whopping total of 4 MTB outings since 2013 (MTB in CW8 2013 - 2015, and a single lap of Lost Valley in 2014) so my skills were definitely lacking, especially on the cross bike. Walked a ton and when I rode, expended major energy in order to not crash or destroy my bike. Gave a kind stranger my multi-tool w/ chain break as a potential remedy for his busted derailleur. Met up w/ Jeff and Carrie a couple times which was a real boost mentally. I was SO thankful for the end of the trails @ mi. 50. Sad to put that in writing since I so love being in the woods!
The next 25 were generally OK -- not great though. I hoped I would recover from the singletrack but the heat was starting to kick in and despite drinking tons and staying up on electrolytes, I started having that "yuck" feeling. I decided to stop at the Red Wheel guy to fill my frame bag bladder. He had a grill going and somehow I got lured into eating half a giant hot dog on a full bun. I really have no idea why because my track record w/ tolerating real food during endurance events is generally not good. Plus I don't even like hot dogs. Well, its salty goodness tasted absolutely amazing and basically made me feel like a rock star. I didn't even bother stopping at Ham's -- 100 oz. of water and a hot dog in my belly, why bother?? Just blew on through. A flat soon after didn't phase me at all -- successfully found and removed a small thorn and carried on.
It was somewhere around mi. 85 that things started to go south big time. Major hot dog rebellion! Deviating from my tried and true formula of easily digestible calories in frequent tiny bites was a very poor idea, especially in the heat. I got one of my dreaded abdominal cramps that makes it hard to breathe and that became the focus of my being. Pace plummeted. Groaning and pity parties ensued. A few sobs were choked back. Let the death march begin. Even...hills were walked!! Especially the excessively large ones in the last 12 miles. Total misery.
But I finished! And I was very proud of that. I immediately went to my car to lay down -- and promptly fell asleep for 20 min. When I woke up I felt tons better. For various reasons, I had extremely minimal sleep (1.5 hrs.) the night before so the nap did wonders.
I absolutely loved the vibe of this event! And I definitely see the appeal of combining multiple types of terrain on one race course. It was truly an adventure.