Race Report: The Whole Enchilada (Sage Burner 50K + The Original Growler 64M)

This is a long report, the short summary is here.

I ran in the inaugural Sage Burner 50k last year (see report) and was eager to return and give it another shot.  My interest was ramped up even higher when I saw some fine print on the race website:

Growler Mountain Bike Race – Note: there is also The Growler Mountain Bike Race on Sunday, May 24th directed by 6 x Leadville 100 Mile Mountain Bike Champion, Dave Wiens. Special awards to those who complete both “long” races.

I had heard of the Growler before, but had never given it a second look.  Since I had been riding my bike a bit more than usual this spring as part of my Achilles tendonitis rehab, it seemed like a great opportunity to combine the sports I love and to get in some good endurance training to say the least!

I was excited at the prospect of doing both races and registered for the Sage Burner on the day of my final Physical Therapy appointment.  Knowing that I was still not 100%, but getting better all the time.  I then went to the Growler site only to be met with the message that registration had closed because it was full.  Dang!  Thankfully there was a glimmer of hope offered in the form of sending a message to the race director to see if they could squeeze you in via a waitlist.  A few email exchanges with Dave, and I was in!

With that taken care of, I immediately took stock of the situation.  Could I do this?  I was pretty sure, but had enough doubts to make me a good kind of nervous.  Hadn’t felt that way in a while, and really enjoyed it.  My motivation went way up and I got straight to work figuring out how to get this done.

Never mind the fact that the race was just over 3 weeks away and I was coming off 6 weeks of treatment for my heel with little-to-no running, and my mountain bike was basically a heap.  Oh, it was top of the line back in the day, but has seen a lot of hard mileage and is acting its (old) age.

The plan:

No time to build up and then taper, so I would run progressively longer each weekend to hopefully set up a chance at a decent finish in the 50k.  I would convert my bike to a singlespeed (lots cheaper than replacing worn out shifters, derailleurs, etc.) and try to ride at least 2x/week.

I ended up with long runs of 0-0-0-7-10-15-15-17 leading up to the race.  Before my last race back in Feb., I put in runs of 23-23-20-20-27-30 all in the dead of winter.  A much better buildup, which led to a really good race.

The expectation for the Sage Burner would have to be tempered by some real-world circumstances, then.  The idea would be to use it as training and continue building for the races later in the summer.  That’s easy to say, but I still secretly hoped to have a strong race and maybe beat my 5:14 from last year.

The Growler was going to be all about just surviving and hoping not to embarass myself too badly.  I spotted a local 30 mile race a couple of weeks before Gunnison and would use that coupled with a 15 mile run the day before to function as a mini-simulation for what would be in store for me.  It also gave me a chance to race on the singlespeed and make sure I had all of my equipment and nutrition dialed in.  I had a good experience with that (see report) and it gave me hope that I could finish off the Sage Burner/Growler combination.  In retrospect, though, that simulation ended up being seriously easy compared to Gunnison.  As is often the case, doing an endurance event that is half the distance does not equal putting out half of the effort.  In logrithmic fashion, my little test only amounted to about 10% of the effort required to do compared to the 32run/64bike on a much harder course.

I knew recovery and fueling would be the biggest key to success and planned accordingly.  More on that later.

Sage Burner 50K:

It’s amazing how much knowing the course helps in a race.  Especially a trail ultramarathon.  Even though we were reversing direction from last year, and had a couple of new sections tacked on, I felt really comfortable going to the start knowing what was in store.  I love the course, Hartman Rocks is an awesome playground filled with singletrack and lots of cool rock formations.

It was great to see and catch up with Dave and Tim before the race.  Dave ran last year as well, and was back for more.  It was fun to slap five and encourage each other as we passed on a two lane section about halfway through.  Tim was a last minute entry to this one, but I knew the course would suit him well.  I commented on his blog that there wouldn’t be any slickrock like at Red Hot, but as we ran the first few miles I was shaking my head at all of the granite we were running across.  Somehow I had conveniently forgotten about that…

The race started with a few miles of singletrack climbing.  Weaving in and out of huge boulders and snaking our way upwards.  There were 3x the number of runners this year as last – around 200 total for the 25k/50k combined.  I never really felt like I was stuck in a traffic jam at all, but it was pretty amazing to see how long of a line 200 runners on singletrack makes.  If the hits on my report from last year were any indication, everyone had been doing their homework leading up to this one!

Hits on last year's story leading up to this year's race

I was going out a little faster than I normally would, trying to experiment with that a little bit.  I’ve run my last several races pretty conservatively and was looking to maybe stretch the envelope a little.  Even if it meant taking a hit and needing to back off and coming in with a slower time that I would normally run.  I viewed this as a training race not only in putting miles on the legs, but also in trying new techniques and pacing strategies.  It was time to experiment, push myself, and then deal with the consequences.

Feeling good - third in line in this shot. We started in the valley below.

I felt amazingly good for the first couple of miles.  Hey, this is going to be easy I thought to myself.  Ha – that didn’t last long.  I soon slipped into a low point that would last for the next several hours.  My legs were not tight, not sore, just an overwhelming feeling of deadness.  Like warm flat coke, the sugar and caffiiene were still there, but it sure isn’t any fun to drink.  I felt like I had 10 pound ankle weights on.  It was taking serious effort and concentration to pick up my feet.

I stuck to my nutrition and hydration plan, and told myself just keep running.  I knew from experience that these bad feelings can take a while to go away, but there is always hope that it will get better.  Things weren’t going like I had hoped, but I was still enjoying the time on the trails.

The course is one giant loop, and I turned my attention to thinking about what it was going to be like to ride this sucker twice the next day.  The climbs aren’t too long, but they are fairly frequent and demanding.  There are also plenty of technical challenges mixed in with the miles of fast cruising.  I knew there would be a lot of getting off and getting back on the bike, and made a mental checklist of some things I needed to do that night to get ready.

Course view from Google Earth

I didn’t feel like I was racing much, but just out getting in some miles.  Trying not to get too frustrated with how I felt.  I hit mile 15 right on my goal pace (9:50/mile average), which would normally be a good thing.  Instead, I knew the writing was on the wall and there was no way I could sustain the effort.

I slowed down a bit as we took a trail called the Enchanted Forest.  I got passed a couple of times on the singletrack descent and could not even keep pace.  Normally the downhill is where I run well.  Not today.  I slowed down quite a bit between miles 15 and 21.  Running with an average heart rate of 158 up to that point, but dropping down to 147 for those 6 miles.

I started to rally a bit in the last 10 miles and pushed hard up a long climb to the aid station at mile 26.  I passed 3-4 guys on that section and worked hard to do it.  Turned out to be a good move as I got my bottle topped off with the last of the water they had there.  I was already dehydrating quickly and would have been in big trouble had I not gotten water.  I felt bad for the guys coming in just behind me, but knew my move had payed off.

I felt stronger and stronger the rest of the way to the finish, passing a few more people along the way.  Continuing to cringe at seeing some of the things I would be ‘riding’ over the next day.  I sprinted for the line and was glad to be done.  5:30:37, 17th place out of 65 finishers.

I was initially pretty disappointed with my day.  I went in with visions of running free and easy, cruising to a sub-5 hour time and feeling great doing it.  I’m such a great runner in my head!  Looking back I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out, considering the way this spring has gone.  I hung in there and stayed strong, and got it done.  Good days will come again, and this was a great stepping stone to the future.  Besides, I had to laugh at my stupid thoughts, since when does running 32 miles over tough trails with almost 5,000′ of climbing in 5 1/2 hours equate to a bad day?!?  Just because other people make it look easy, I had to remind myself that just 2 years ago my average pace for this race used to be a hard effort on a flat 8 miler!

Sage Burner Stats:

Sage Burner splits

Course profile

Recovery!:

I shifted gears at the finish and went straight into recovery mode.  First on the list was Ultragen recovery drink, that stuff is liquid gold.  I stopped by the river on the way back to town to soak my legs like I had done last year.  Only lasting 90 seconds back then, I went a whole 6 minutes this time!!  It was excruciating, but well worth it.

As important as continuing with my recovery was, I had to put it on hold to run some errands.  TOP on the list was a 20 tooth cog for my bike.  I had come with a 16 and an 18, thinking the 18 would be just right.  After running the course, I knew there was no way I would survive with an 18.  Your were either going to be grinding uphill, or coasting down.  Better to have the gearing for the uphill grinds.  After scouring every bike shop, I finally scored the last 20T cog in town and was immensely relieved.  The guys at Tuneup were a great help.

I made it back to the hotel, showered, and then hit the pool for a few laps.  Taking time to stretch while in the water and doing some leg kicks while holding on to the side to loosen up my muscles.  Another shower, and lots of nuun to rehydrate and I was feeling pretty good.

I really wanted to lie down and elevate my legs for a spell, but I had way too much work to do.  I hauled my bike and all of my tools up to my room and got to work swapping out the cog.  Only to find that my chain was about 1/2 link too short to accomodate it.  Rats!  I clamped the wheel firmly in the dropouts as far as I could get it to go, then went for a spin back into town to buy a new chain.  With that accomplished I grabbed some dinner at Subway and then rode over to the awards ceremony.  It was nice to see it so well attended.  The handmade pottery awards were very nice and went to the overall and age group winners.

I had to bolt quickly at the end because of a storm and didn’t get to talk to anyone afterwards.  I had to ride back to the hotel in the pouring rain – foreshadowing, perhaps?  Plus I was very anxious to get my bike all straightened out.  Messing with chains, cogs, etc. is NOT ideal the night before a huge race.

The chain worked fine, but I had so much packing and sorting of gear to do, I was up until after 11:00 messing with it all.  Finally feeling like I had everything ready, I tried to sleep.  I slept about 20 minutes, and then would wake up for 20 minutes – all night long.  That sucked.  Just too much going on inside my body and inside my head.

The Growler:

Ready or not, it was time.  My longest-ever mountain bike ride was just over 30 miles (Porcupine Rim) sometime last century.  Now I was heading out into the damp morning air facing a 64 mile ride on a 12 year old hardtail converted into a singlespeed that I had ridden 3 times.  Should I wear flip-flops just to make it more interesting??  Geez.

T minus one minute

I was a little nervous lining up amongst the 200 fresh-legged riders and placed myself appropriately at the back end of the group.  The words of warning in our final email running freshly through my mind:

The Original Growler is only for experienced mountain bikers that possess the skills and judgment necessary to assess difficult and challenging trails and roads and negotiate them in a safe manner.

The Original Growler race course contains difficult, technically demanding, and of course, potentially dangerous, singletrack trails, double-tracks and roads.

The Original Growler course is an isolated, backcountry route that includes numerous sections located in steep and rugged terrain where participants may be hours from medical attention and/or evacuation in the event of a serious mishap.

The long-distance nature of these races, both the Half and Full Growler, emphasizes the importance of adequate preparation, physical fitness and sound decision-making on the part of each participant.

The Original Growler demands an appropriate mountain bike in sound operating condition.

Particularly that last line.  Please bike, hold together…

Boom!  Boom!  With two shotgun blasts we were on our way.

We started together in downtown Gunnison and rolled as a group with a police escort out to the real starting line at Hartman Rocks.  This 4 mile ride worked me over a bit.  With the easier gearing I had put on and the slight downhill grade, I was spinning like crazy for 20 seconds – coasting for 20 seconds – spinning like crazy again.  Over and over.  By the time we got to the start, I felt like I had just done a big set of Tabata intervals!

The lead car pulled off and we rocketed towards the infamous Kill Hill.  Turned into a muddy mess by overnight rain, it was more like Hike Hill.  I opted to get off and hike earlier than most, and passed several people that were still trying to grind their way up the sloppy slope.  The mud stuck to my tires like velcro and built up to the point were they wouldn’t even spin through the frame anymore.  Plus I had about 2 inches caked on the bottom of my shoes.  This was gonna be a long day…  Thankfully most of Hartman’s holds up really well in wet conditions, and while very challenging at times, the mud wasn’t a show-stopper.

Kill Hill - Photo from Sonya Looney's blog.

I kicked all the mud that I could off my shoes and did about a dozen bunny hops to try and get most of the mud off my tires.  My legs felt pretty good, considering.  With my body feeling ok, I knew it would be my mind that would present a challenge.  Looking for something to occupy it with, I decided to play a game called ‘Count the Dismount’.  Yep, I counted every single time I got off the bike.  In Spanish.  That was uno…

I took my place in line on the singletrack and was amazed at some of the things I was able to climb.  Traction was good, the legs were strong, and for some reason the Obama chant of “Yes we can!” came out of nowhere into my head every time I thought I might not make it up something.  Funny.  There were still several spots that required me to quickly dismount and get over, or around.  dos…  tres…  cuatro… Not too bad, but I was glad I had thought to lower my saddle 1/2 an inch anticipating that kind of thing.  It made it a little easier to deal with.  cinco…  seis…

About 10 miles in, I hopped up and over some rocks, bobbled it a little, went to unclip, couldn’t, and fell over into said rocks.  Didn’t need that!  My pedals were extremely hard to get into and out of with all of the earlier mud jamming them up.  A few miles later, it happened again!  Down into the rocks I went, still clipped in laying on my side.  A mile later, you guessed it.  Down again.  Obviously I couldn’t get out of my stupid pedals fast enough.  But why was I having to bail on all of these moves so frequently?  Normally I’m a fair technical rider, nothing outstanding, but I can hold my own.  Today was something entirely different.  I’m not sure if it was the fatigue adding up, lack of sleep, or whatever – but I felt like I was under the influence of some drug with a ‘do not operate heavy machinery’ warning on the label.  My fine motor skills and control were totally missing in action!  I knew that in order to make it through in one piece, I would have to start walking more sections that I would normally try to ride in order to adhere to the ’sound decision-making’ part in the email warning we were given.

I made it in one piece to the start/finish area, knowing this would be one of the toughest moments I would face the entire weekend.  Rain was starting again, I was tired and covered in mud.  People were standing around eating BBQ chicken on sticks!!  I was slugging back cold, slimy gel after gel.  I stayed focused, grabbed some more Liquid Shot fuel out of my cooler, and got out of there in under three minutes.  As I was riding away and beginning the climb again to start the second lap, a guy I was riding next to looked over and said, “How dumb are we?”.  Pretty dumb, bud.  Pretty dumb.

It was lonely out there as all of the 32 mile (one lap) racers had finished, and a lot of the 64 mile entrants called it good after one lap.  I was pushing my 85 pound bike up a steep and narrow trail, slick with mud, falling down, just holding on to the seat with one hand and guiding the bike ahead of me.  Getting frustrated when the front wheel would keep flopping sideways.  I was hitting rock bottom.  I knew my body was just trying to process the huge influx of calories I had taken in at the aid station and tried to be patient while I waited for them to kick in.

Finally past the worst of the mud, I was able to really start cranking up a long and steady ascent.  Until my chain popped off at mile 40.  I knew this could be big trouble if my tensioner was giving out.  I spent a few minutes cleaning mud out from around the cog and from the pulley wheel of the tensioner, hoping that would get me going.  I made it another few minutes and BAM, it popped off again while I was standing and cranking on the pedals.  At least I didn’t fall over this time.  I took a much longer stop and dug my tools out of my pack to try and make a more permanent fix.  I adjusted and tightened the tensioner as far as I possibly could, and backed it up with a zip tie.  What a joke, but it worked!  The whole thing sounded like it would explode at any minute, but got me where I needed to go.  I suddenly went from wanting nothing more than to just quit and be done, to panic at the thought of a DNF due to a stupid mechanical after coming so far.  I hit the trail with renewed effort and although tentative at first when putting pressure on the chain, soon was hitting it with everything I had.

I was pleased to ride several obstacles and climbs that I had walked on the first lap.  I think with the riders much more spread out I was able to concentrate through the fog in my head and execute better moves.  Even to the point of taking a few risks to get the blood pumping a little.  I even climbed a hill that a geared rider couldn’t make ahead of me, and came up on him so fast because I hit it so hard he couldn’t get out of my way in time.  I rammed into his right foot still on the pedal, grabbed my brakes and balanced by turning my front wheel into his rear wheel and holding it there until he could slip out of my way.  I was on a mission!  Tired and wanting to get to the finish kind of mission…

A few miles from the finish, the dump button got pressed on the clouds and the rain came down for real, and a good amount of hail.  I was slogging through the rocks, soaked and freezing, my brake pads almost completely worn away, but still focused on getting this done no matter what.  The wind was blowing hard at an angle and a hailstone blew straight down my ear canal!  Nothing to do but wait for it to melt.

One last swoopy and banked descent and there it was.  The finish.  I clipped out of my pedals for the 128th time and threw my bike to the ground.  Pretty much spent.  Then I realized I still had to ride the four miles back to town.  I took advantage of a small break in the weather and got that done, cleaned up, and then shivered for the next hour.

Glad to be off of that for good!

I enjoyed the awards ceremony and was happy to take first (and only) place in the combined category for doing both the 50K run and 64 mile mtb races.  I got a very nice piece of handmade pottery engraved with the names of the races and a cool round of applause from the crowd.  As I walked away from getting my award, Susan D. (Dave’s wife) grabbed a batman nightlight off of one of the sound system speakers and gave it to me saying here, you’re a crazy man!

Crammed stinky car, sign of a good weekend

Growler stats:

Growler splits (includes 4 mile neutral roll-out)

Growler course profile

Thanks to the race organizers for putting on such great events, and to the many volunteers that endured very long days in the adverse weather to help us out.  I can’t wait to do it again!

Race photos:

Check out the race photos by Gunnison Country Times.  They really give a good sense of the spectacular area.

Sage Burner 25k/50k

The Original Growler 32/64

A Winner of a Weekend

The last time I won an athletic event was a 75 mile road race back in 1995.  That day was the best I have ever felt physically.  I literally felt like I was being pushed up the climbs, it was so easy!  As part of a 5 man breakaway, I made eye contact with my wife who was cheering at the 15 miles to go mark and pointed at myself, then held up my index finger indicating first place.  That was kind of a cocky thing to do for someone like me who is normally pretty shy and reserved.  It’s just that I felt that good…

Back then I had nearly limitless training opportunities, and I was riding my brand new beautiful celeste and chrome Bianchi frame.  What a bike.  Lugged Columbus EL-OS tubing, handmade in the Reparto Corse in mother Italy.  I couldn’t help but ride fast!

That was then...

Fast forward 14 years and I have to resort to taking more of a sideways approach.  To get the win this weekend, I had to complete an event that when roughly 200 runners and 200 mountain bikers were given the opportunity to compete – there weren’t any other takers.  The event I’m talking about is “The Whole Enchilada” category that combines the 32 mile Sage Burner trail running race with the 64 mile Original Growler mountain bike race on back-to-back days.  While I didn’t know it during the races, I was the only one to have signed up for such foolishness.  Like the kid being given a nickel to eat a worm, it didn’t take much to entice me into the stunt.

This is now.

As they say, you gotta be in it to win it, right? I was in it, up to my eyeballs.  I set the bar pretty low by doing the run with a 6 month old serious case of insertional Achilles tendonitis that hobbled my steps.  I did the ride on a 12 year old hardtail converted to a single speed with zip ties holding the chain tensioner in place, pedals that refused to work in the mud, and a completely blown out suspension fork with no rebound damping to speak of.  The record is waiting to be broken!

I got a super cool piece of handmade pottery (that I’ve nicknamed the claret jug) for “winning” as well as some nice recognition at the awards ceremony.  I was really satisfied with the accomplishment and had a great time out on the awesome trails of Hartman Rocks.

Stay tuned for full reports of each race in a few days.  (Update: report is here.)

We spent all day Monday in the mountains as a family having fun geocaching and hiking all over the place.  A freak hailstorm caught us up on a hillside and we had to take refuge in a cave of sorts.  Everyone mostly fit inside, but my back was exposed and I was treated to marble-sized hail filling up the waistband of my pants as I bent over trying to shelter the kids.  Of course they thought it was the best day ever!  My legs held up pretty well, I think they’re just too tired to be sore.

Treasure!

I carried my not-so-light 6 year old up A LOT of stairs today, good post-race workout.

Our refuge for the 20 minute hell storm. Err, hail storm.

This…

…is why I run.

Matt from CoachingEndurance.com put a video together that captures all aspects of trail running and racing better than any I’ve seen.  I love it.  Gives me chills every time I watch.  Makes me want to head to the mountains and RUN!  Thanks, Matt.

Crank up the volume, sit back, and enjoy.

Race Report: Battle the Bear MTB (Singlespeed)

I opened the car door and walked straight into Flashback City.  10 years.  That’s how long it had been since I was in this very same spot, doing my last mountain bike race.  On the same orange bike.  Different car, but still red with a Thule rack.

Same bike, different car

As for me, I was quite different.  Like my bike that had been converted to a singlespeed, I too felt stripped of all unnecessary components.  A bit weathered and worn, but up to the task.  Lighter, definitely faster, and maybe even a little – meaner?  Maybe it was just the 20 years of aging in the last 10 talking, but I felt worlds away from that person who last raced his mountain bike here.  Still very much connected, though.

Enough of that, I was here to race!  Where’s my number plate?  How much pressure should I run with in the tires?  How hard should I go during the warm-up?  Why is everyone in brighter/cleaner/tigher jerseys and shorts than I’ve seen in most road races??  I guess the old ebay jersey with the hacked-off sleeves is out.

I registered and set out on my first bit of riding on a true singlespeed bike.  I had done a couple of rides on my bike leaving it in a specific gear to get a feel for what it would be like, but had just finished the full-on conversion late last night.  A small ride up and down the street in front of my house to make any last-minute adjustments, and here I was at the race.  Hoping things would hold together after replacing pedals, shoes, cleats, chainrings, grips, bar ends, converting the cassette into a single, rebuilding the fork, and adding a tensioner.  What could possibly go wrong??

The bike felt good during my pre-ride, and I felt pretty good as well.  I knew I wouldn’t be competitive, but was getting fired up all the same.  I was using this race as a dress rehearsal for my big weekend in Gunnison coming up in two weeks where I will be running the 32 mile Sage Burner trail race on Saturday, and following that up with the 64 mile Growler mountain bike race (singlespeed) on Sunday – a.k.a. The Whole Enchilada.

I had run a total of 42 miles in the 4 days leading up to this race, including a 15 miler yesterday.  This would give me a 15 mile run/30 mile bike combo as a perfect half-dose simulation of what was to come.

To further the simulation effect, I was wearing a fully loaded hydration pack with 70 ounces of water, lots of tools, food, tubes, CO2 cartridges, etc.  I felt very out of place doing so – even though this is a 30 mile race, it is an extremely fast course and most people were stripped to the bare minimum.  I even saw one rider in a skinsuit!  I felt like it was best to stick to the plan, though.  I needed to do a realistic test of all my gear.  Speaking of “gear”, the big decision I had to make was what cog to run with on the back.  Again, I opted for my Gunnison setup (18 tooth) rather than what would be best for this course.

Ready to go, then.

They called the pro men to the line, and then staged the singlespeed riders next (10-12 of us).  That can’t be right, I thought – as we still had the pro women, and expert men/women lined up behind us.

Go!

Everyone took off up the climb and I was left standing behind of row of riders that didn’t go anywhere.  Great.  They were in the next wave and I thought they were in mine.  I had to say a few excuse me’s and work my way through the handlebars to get going.  Already 30 yards off the back…

I caught up as we crested the hill and roared onto the singletrack.  Wow.  This was FAST.  I was pedaling crazy circles and barely hanging on.  My thumb desperately jamming at the void where my shifter used to be.  Oh how I wanted to throw it in the big ring and GO!  Then I realized, that wasn’t the point.  It’s gonna be a long day.  Settle down, relax, spin.  Control the effort.

I got in a groove on some sweet, swoopy singletrack and smiled.  Hit a jump and vowed to take every one that I saw, no matter how tired.  Things got a little frantic as the leaders from the next waves came flying by before I hit the main climb.  I was just too spun out to expect anything different, but getting passed by 50 people is never any fun.

I immediately caught back up as we started the climb to the high point of the course, then looked above me on the switchback to see a line of riders nose-to-tail stretching out of sight.  This was going to be a challenge.  While everyone else had the relative luxury of sitting down and spinning an ‘easy’ gear up the climb, I was standing, practically coming to a complete stop with every pedal revolution, and putting my balancing skills to the test.  I even survived a couple of times when guys behind me weren’t paying attention and rammed my back tire, thank you very much.

Finally topping out, my thumb went to work jabbing for the missing shifter again.  PEDAL!  PEDAL!  PEDAL!  I shouted in my head as I furiously spun the cranks to maintain contact with the riders ahead.  A small bit of relief was had when the grade steepened to the point where pedaling was not needed.  It was here that I began to observe with some amusement the lengths I would go to in order to preserve precious momentum.  Ahh, momentum.  Like Gollum lusting after the Ring, I found myself taking bigger risks and going longer and longer without touching the brakes in pursuit of the cherished propulsion.  A geared rider can bail themselves out of any errors by simply shifting and riding away, being on a single means those errors cost energy with compound interest.  That’s one of the draws, it keeps you honest.

A few more climbs and then I came through the start/finish area with the thumping music and cheering crowd.  A definite lift as riders were now well spread out and it was time to hit another lap.

Single Speed!

A cool thing about this race was they used a sharpie marker on your calf to designate your category and/or age group.  It was super easy to tell who was who out on the course, and I had a good time giving props to the 50 mile riders that I would occasionally pass.  “Good job, 50.”  “Good…job……single…huff..puff.”  Was the typical exchange.  They were usually pretty spent – had to be if I was passing them.  I also had plenty of time to think deep thoughts like, why does my left eyebrow sweat 20 times more than my right??

The silence was amazing on the singlespeed.  No cable pinging, chain popping, shifter clicking, or gear grinding nonsense.  Just the ever so subtle hydraulic hiss of blood rushing into and out of your leg muscles.  Your legs are the gears.  Cool.

I was finally feeling warmed up and was amazed at how much of a difference even having done just one lap made in my riding and level of effort.  I was hitting the best lines, still catching air where I could, and maintaining a steady pace.  Coming through the second lap about 20 seconds slower than the first and with a 5 beat lower average heart rate.  Perfect.

Last corner before the finish line

My fueling was spot-on with no peaks or valleys thanks to First Endurance Liquid Shot.  Since I had a pack full of water, I filled a bottle with a 1:1 mixture of LS and water.  It was my first time using it in a diluted solution, but it worked perfectly for the more violent effort of a mountain bike race.  It was super easy to just take a sip once in a while and keep the fire stoked.  Should work out perfectly for Gunnison.

The bike worked flawlessly as I increased my effort to finish strong on the last lap.  As I was cresting the big climb on the course, the guy ahead of me pointed down and called out rattlesnake.  I looked but only saw grass and dirt blurred together as if opening my eyes under water in a swimming pool.  I was sweating just a bit!  Luckily it must have just been spectating.

I would lose contact with the riders around me on the flats and then catch up on the climbs.  Over and over again.  Sometimes cursing my spun out gear, but quick to remember that it was mostly just practice anyway.  I spun like the Tasmanian Devil for the last couple of miles in a final attempt to squeeze out any seconds that I could.

Then it was over.  2 hours 19 minutes.  8th out of 10 SS finishers – the bulk of which finished in somewhat of a group in the 2:10-2:12 range.  It would have been fun to be in the mix a little bit, but I was super happy to have finished my first singlespeed race in good style.  Consistent.  Upright, and smiling.

Split info

I felt pretty good.  Not even all that tired.  Probably thanks to the easier and slower gear.  Sure I worked hard, but I was happy to see that the whole Gunnison thing might just be possible after all.  That’s going to be a whole new ball game, though.  Probably 5-6 hours for the run and 8-9 on the bike.

I finished the day playing driveway hockey with Jessica. She thrashed me 10-2.

Check out the video I made from my GPS file.  It shows all three laps superimposed on one.  The red dot is lap 1, yellow lap 2, and green is lap 3.  Black line is climbing, orange is flat or descending.  You can see green almost catch red at the line!!

Egads, what have I done!?!

I pulled the trigger on the ‘Whole Enchilada’ and then I couldn’t sleep that night.  The day before my final PT appointment, and after whining two posts ago about losing out on entry fees due to injuries or illness, I registered for two demanding races this month.  I guess I felt like I am on the road to recovery and wanted to roll the dice a little bit.  Smart?  No, but I’ve never been accused of that anyway.

Now that I’m feeling better and have been training consistenly for two weeks I started looking at race calendars to see what might be my next target.  I discovered that the Sage Burner 50K was being held a little earlier this year and lined up nicely with my work schedule – done deal.  I had a great time at the race last year.  Whatever fitness I had is long gone, but I was optimistic I could at least finish.  Then I noticed a statement at the bottom of the race website:

Note: there is also The Growler Mountain Bike Race on Sunday May 24th directed by 6 x Leadville 100 Mile Mountain Bike Champion, Dave Wiens. Special awards to those who complete both “long” races.

Right on!  The Growler is 2 laps of (roughly) the 50K running course.  Doing both the running race and bike race puts you in for the ‘Whole Enchilada’.  I immediately contacted Dave and was able to get a spot in the race (as online reg had just closed).  Now I’m coming off injury, with hardly any fitness, and am signed up to run 32 miles and then race 64 on a bike the day after.  I haven’t been this nervous about a race for a very long time, and I’m loving it!  I feel a whole new level of focus and excitement.  My eating habits have improved by about 1000% and I have been better about getting more sleep.

Instead of getting a new bike, I ordered the parts necessary to convert my existing bike to a singlespeed and will be racing the Growler that way (planning on 32×18).  I’ve only done a couple of simulated singlespeed rides (just leaving it in the selected gear and not shifting) and have really taken a liking to that style of riding.

Oh, and I’ll be doing my first road marathon a couple weeks after the Sage Burner/Growler combo.  So that means I’m training for a tough trail 50K, an ultra distance MTB race on a singlespeed bike, and a road marathon pretty much all at the same time.  Good thing I like a challenge!

I just finished up 45 miles of running and 55 on the bike this week and am feeling pretty decent.  FAR from 100%, but things are coming along.  The achilles/heel problem still flares up, but is manageable for the most part.  I caught myself limping the other day purely out of habit – I don’t need to limp anymore, kind of funny when I realized I was still doing it, and definitely nice to not have to limp every time I get up and start walking.

For a bit of a rehearsal (since I won’t have my bike conversion work done until Wednesday at the earliest), I’m registering for the Battle at the Bear MTB race this Saturday.  It will be my first mountain bike race since 1999.  It’s 30 miles and will probably be my 5th singlespeed ride.  The SS cat lines up with the Pro/Expert riders – so my plan will definitely be to take it easy at the start and see how things go from there.  I’m also going to run a fairly hard 18-20 miles after work on Friday night.  That will give me a good mini-simulation of the races later this month and help fine tune my recovery and nutrition  strategies, and see how my legs hold up in the bike race after a run like that.

Should be fun!