XC Skiing race 1:56:00 [5]
The Pepsi challenge was cut in half, to 24k, and that ended up being a good thing. At noon it was -6, which while skiing, was tolerable. It was not the cold that made me glad we had only one loop.
At the start I was excited. No expectations and only 24k ahead of me, so I didn't see any downside. I started out flying. I went out in about 6th place or so out of my wave of 30-40 skiers. My skis felt neither fast nor too slow. We headed straight to what felt like the top of giants ridge (realistically I'm not sure we made it over half way). The pressure from skiers behind me looking to pass kept my heart rate in the 180s according to the two times I checked.
By the time I reached the top, my glasses were fogged and my legs were wobbly. We were maybe 15-20 in, we must have climbed over 200 feet, I'll check the data later. I had completely blown up but I was so excited I figured I could keep it up. I told Jerritt that I figured I'd finish in 2:30 but I really wanted to be under 5min/k. At the 12k mark I was at 56 minutes, and feeling a bit recovered, skiing alone and at a pace I could sustain for a while. The hills were relentless. This trail is the hardest trail I've ever skied, and more hilly than the birkie trail.
My right foot began to develop a blister. I don't think my boot was tight enough. My left elbow began to flare up, I don't know what the deal is with me having tendonitis there, must be bad form, but I don't know.
I took warm Gatorade at the feed stop and felt a rush of energy. My clothes were soaked and I was dehydrated from the morning coffee and the effort.
I caught two women that I could see far in the distance for about twenty minutes, and slowly made my way past them. I could not get my HR much over 170, even over hills, because I just couldn't motivate my muscles to contract that hard. At 17k we began a climb that didn't stop until 21k. It just kept going up. I started to talk about it with other racers. Are we in Colorado? Utah? This climb was huge and my form was falling apart. Jerritt's 59 year old buddy passed me. I was feeling weak and demoralized.
Then, at 21k, we reached top top of the ski resort, and started going downhill. You guys may know my identity throughout much of my life was as an alpine racer. Going downhill fast is in my blood. This combined with the relief of being largely done climbing, combined with another feed stop where I guzzled some water, gave me a chill of energy. I was V1 up the steep little hills in hop step and passing people from waves ahead of me. I checked my watch--I was going to be under two hours if I hustled. I went as fast as I could, knowing I could'nt cause too much trouble if I was going to cross the finish line in 10 minutes. I passed jerritt's friend. I was having a lot of fun on what must have been about 3k of downhill (mostly) trail, probably over 400 vertical lost over this time, as we were nearly at the top of the ski hill, and the finish was at the bottom.
The trail flattened out for the last 300k and I had plenty of juice for a solid V2, pumping my way across my first XC race finish line.
I ended up about 67th of 82 (not counting the people that signed up for the 24k (ended up skiing the same race, but had not registered for the 48) in 1:56.
I had a nickel blister on my foot and was sooo happy to be finished. I felt great, but mostly because I had succeeded. Another lap would have been torture.