Cycling 5:10:00 [4] 78.0 mi (15.1 mph)
The RAGNAROK 105. 105 miles. Gravel. More hills than you can count. Wind. One checkpoint at the halfway point. Lots of dudes that ride everyday and have $5,000 bikes, and some fast hippies.
Doing a race this hard this early had me pretty intimidated. 100 people showed up (it's capped at 100) bright and early on Saturday to give it a shot. It was sunny, 42 degrees and getting warmer to start. I was told by the veterans that I was being spoiled. I didn't feel spoiled, I was cold. I didn't want to bring the tights and jacket that I knew I'd take off in an hour for the rest of day.
As things got underway behind the pace car, the pace was slow and easy and my legs were happy about it, a nice easy warm-up for the first 3-4 miles. I settled in with Dan Dittmer, Chad Milner, Andrew Kroese and my buddy Brandon Manske. Then we headed straight up a big hill, straight down, then back up. The pace was not too bad, I could handle it. At the bottom of the second hill I told Andrew "pace is doable, but damn I could use my Mtn. bike on those downhills." We were bombing the downhills at 30-40+ in a group. Not something I want to be doing on gravel, on a cx bike. Dan, Chad and Andrew were on Mtn. bikes. Heavier on the way up, more stable on the way down. Only problem was, both my water bottles flew off my rear saddle mounted bottle rack on the downhills. That holder held on very tight, but not tight enough for the washboard ripples on the downhills. I was down to 20 ounces for the next 50 miles.
More than one rider offered their water (andrew and dan) and even had a stranger hand me a bottle (turned out to be the host of the Almanzo 100, a race I'm doing next month). I didn't take it. It was my problem to deal with, not his.
As the field began to separate, I became happy about my decision not to mount my Mtn. bike. After the 35th mile and the 15th huge hill, the uphills became tougher and I became more comfortable floating on the tops of the rolling gravel. It was a very strange sensation "floating" on the gravel. That really is what happens at speed. I looked down more than a few times to see if I had a flat. But that's just what going fast over gravel feels like.
The checkpoint was at mile 55. Where Kelly was doing a 2 hour run and then setting up some gatorade, ibuprofen and chuckwagon sandwiches on the trunk. At mile 40 I was starting to feel it in my legs on the uphills. We were going pretty good. At the top of KOM (king of the mountain) CP 10 or so, I crested the hill in 8th place. Out of 100 riders. We were riding fast. I was in a group of 10 or so, my buddies mentioned above and 6 or so other dudes. Most of them stronger than I, but I was not sure how many dudes were ahead of us so I pushed it to the top of the hill to see if I could grab some KOM points. I was told I was 8th, not even close to getting KOM points, but still, in the top 10? I'll take it.
We came into the halfway CP in our friendly group of 4 in about 13-16th place after getting dropped by the other 6 in our group when a lead rider flatted, fixed, caught up to us, then pulled through us, taking our whole group with him except for Chad Milner, who we held back with. He was the only one of us paying attention to the map, and was also our friend. We had an unspoken agreement to stick together, and so we did.
I felt "OK" coming into the halfway mark. Legs unquestionably weakened by the mornings effort, but damn, we were running just 7 minutes behind Charlie Fry (frei?), and the rest of the lead group. Of course they were. I felt I could finish. Who we were told was a group of 7 that was being strung out into a group of 3-4 at the tops of the hills.
After pounding a cold gatorade, a full water bottle, 3 vitamin I's, a half of a 5 hour energy, and a half chuckwagon, I was off, with my comrades.
Within 10 minutes, I felt really strong. I was not expecting it. I figured I was slowing down a lot after 55 miles due to conditioning, but it must have been dehydration and maybe lack of caffeine. I found myself having to hold back over the next 15 miles. No use drafting for people other than by buddies.
Chad was hitting the wall. We talked it through and decided to stick with him. We have all been there, he was just having a bad day. Usually he is a beast on the bike. One of the fastest Triathletes in the state, regularly finishing in the top 10 in the elite class. My offer to carry his pack was refuted with "nah, nothing in it anyway, it's not the problem". Today was not his day. After 15 miles, we got passed by a good size group. Then a guy wearing a Jimmy John's delivery T-shirt with flat pedals. Whoa. Then a guy on a Pugsley. Wow. (FYI, we were still running 20th, so these weirdly outfitted dudes could really mash!)
By this time it was 12:15. Time to call Kelly and get on the way to curling. She was able to locate the 75 mile mark and wait there. We hit it at 12:40, feeling really great, honestly. I felt strong and knew I could finish at a good pace. This was largely because of the pedestrian pace we were running from mile marker 65-75. I had few regrets about leaving though, the curling game was very important and I knew I did all that I could do.
The guys ended up finishing in two more hours. 23rd, 24th, and 25th place. A great effort by the home team. A gutty effort by Chad. And the usual powerful and effortless ride by Andrew Kroese and Dan Dittmer, two of the most fit riders I know.