Such a conundrum.
To give you an idea of what my thought process is like....
When I think of this:
I think, I MUST do this again.
When I think of this:
I think, NEVER.
MUST:
NEVER:
MUST:
Sounds like the "Musts" have it.
Friday, January 6, 2012
I love what I'm doing day #80
I have had a dream about racing the Tour Divide again every night for the last two months.... I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. I just can't tell if it is either: 1) You MUST do that again. or, 2) You must NEVER do that again.
Such a conundrum.
To give you an idea of what my thought process is like....
When I think of this:
I think, I MUST do this again.
When I think of this:
MUST:
MUST:
Sounds like the "Musts" have it.
Such a conundrum.
To give you an idea of what my thought process is like....
When I think of this:
I think, I MUST do this again.
When I think of this:
MUST:
MUST:
Sounds like the "Musts" have it.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tour Divide: A Review Part 3 of 3
Race Tactics....
Racing an ultra endurance event is a mixed bag of delightful treats. There are epic climbs, long days in the saddle, days upon days of suffering, and unending loneliness. There is no one single best way to approach a task that is myriad in nature. So, I will give you my approach and let you take what you will.
My coach often says, "Train your weakness, race your strength." This is a pretty good philosophy for the tour. For an illustration, in my training I focused on hard short intervals and climbing (neither of which are my forte). And, in the race I let myself go slow and stead for unending hours on the bike each day which ultimately led to my strength, "metal fortitude".
In contrast, other racers (like the Eurotrain) focused on short hard sets with longer rest breaks and they opted for a hotel every night. In the first few days of the race I would stop at the same place the Eurotrain did but I would be there for roughly five minutes while they would stop for a good half hour. I would see them later in the day as they passed me on a long climb but then I would pass them again as they stopped at the top to recover from their hard effort. They also stopped early in the night and tended to avoid the foul weather.
Their preference for creature comforts let me grab a huge lead on day four or five, as an unbelievable hail/rain/lightning storm blew in. They ran for cover near warm river campground and I pushed on for many hours into the night giving me a sizable 40 mile lead the next morning. This 40 mile lead was enough to hold them off until the heat started to get to me in southern Colorado.
Really what I'm trying to say here is; long steady hours in the saddle will beat short bursts of speed. (Rule #1)
Another big advantage that I had over other racers was my course knowledge. I scoured every blog, book, and online forum I could find for intel about the course, the cities that it passed through, and where resupply/shelter points were. I strongly feel that I had the most course knowledge of any 'rookie' in the field.
My course knowledge helped me push further many days with the warm allure of food and shelter in front of me. It also helped me out think the competition....
On day three I was one of the last riders into the small town where I slept. Everything was closed down except the bar and the front desk of the motel. I saw about eight bikes at the bar when I rolled in. I checked the times at the convenience store and saw that it didn't open until 7 am. I checked in at the motel and bought enough resupply from the front desk to make it to the next city knowing that my resupply would let me leave very early while the other racers (who were likely on beer three) would be waiting around for the store to open.
This brings us to rule #2, know thy course.
The final piece of the divide tactics puzzle is.... suffering. Be ready for it. It will be there.
I often think back longingly about being in the open wilderness, riding my bike and feeling like I'm at peace with nature... then suddenly I start to get panicked thinking about how much it hurt and how scared I was. I often will reminisce about the tour to my wife saying, "Man, I really want to do the tour again". This phrase is often quickly followed up with and exasperated, "Nevermindithurttoomuch." after I remember the reality of the struggles on the divide.
Really:
It still gives me nightmares.
I still don't have all my toe nails grown back.
I still don't have hair on my @ss in two huge circular spots where my saddle sores were.
It was brutal.
You can let the suffering be your enemy, or you can let it be your confidant, your refuge, your meditative place, and your ally in the war. I relied upon the suffering to whittle down my competition in ways that my fitness could not. I only averaged something like 6 mph over the course of the divide but I beat much stronger riders by doing things like setting out in the rain at Brush Mountain Lodge and hiking 17 miles through mud and snow instead of staying in the lodge waiting for friendlier weather.
This brings us to rule number three, "Left foot, right foot". Let nothing stop you from putting your left foot out front and then your right foot out front. It's really that simple, just keep moving no matter how slow or difficult.
Let's review the rules then shall we?
1) Long and steady beats short and fast.
2) Know thy course.
3) Left foot, right foot.
Well, that is my run down on race tactics. I know it sounds pretty simple. That's because, racing the Divide is really simple when it comes down to it. After all the gear selection, training, and anticipation... it really just comes down to making consistent, informed, and unrelenting forward progress.
Racing an ultra endurance event is a mixed bag of delightful treats. There are epic climbs, long days in the saddle, days upon days of suffering, and unending loneliness. There is no one single best way to approach a task that is myriad in nature. So, I will give you my approach and let you take what you will.
My coach often says, "Train your weakness, race your strength." This is a pretty good philosophy for the tour. For an illustration, in my training I focused on hard short intervals and climbing (neither of which are my forte). And, in the race I let myself go slow and stead for unending hours on the bike each day which ultimately led to my strength, "metal fortitude".
In contrast, other racers (like the Eurotrain) focused on short hard sets with longer rest breaks and they opted for a hotel every night. In the first few days of the race I would stop at the same place the Eurotrain did but I would be there for roughly five minutes while they would stop for a good half hour. I would see them later in the day as they passed me on a long climb but then I would pass them again as they stopped at the top to recover from their hard effort. They also stopped early in the night and tended to avoid the foul weather.
Their preference for creature comforts let me grab a huge lead on day four or five, as an unbelievable hail/rain/lightning storm blew in. They ran for cover near warm river campground and I pushed on for many hours into the night giving me a sizable 40 mile lead the next morning. This 40 mile lead was enough to hold them off until the heat started to get to me in southern Colorado.
Really what I'm trying to say here is; long steady hours in the saddle will beat short bursts of speed. (Rule #1)
Another big advantage that I had over other racers was my course knowledge. I scoured every blog, book, and online forum I could find for intel about the course, the cities that it passed through, and where resupply/shelter points were. I strongly feel that I had the most course knowledge of any 'rookie' in the field.
My course knowledge helped me push further many days with the warm allure of food and shelter in front of me. It also helped me out think the competition....
On day three I was one of the last riders into the small town where I slept. Everything was closed down except the bar and the front desk of the motel. I saw about eight bikes at the bar when I rolled in. I checked the times at the convenience store and saw that it didn't open until 7 am. I checked in at the motel and bought enough resupply from the front desk to make it to the next city knowing that my resupply would let me leave very early while the other racers (who were likely on beer three) would be waiting around for the store to open.
This brings us to rule #2, know thy course.
The final piece of the divide tactics puzzle is.... suffering. Be ready for it. It will be there.
I often think back longingly about being in the open wilderness, riding my bike and feeling like I'm at peace with nature... then suddenly I start to get panicked thinking about how much it hurt and how scared I was. I often will reminisce about the tour to my wife saying, "Man, I really want to do the tour again". This phrase is often quickly followed up with and exasperated, "Nevermindithurttoomuch." after I remember the reality of the struggles on the divide.
Really:
It still gives me nightmares.
I still don't have all my toe nails grown back.
I still don't have hair on my @ss in two huge circular spots where my saddle sores were.
It was brutal.
You can let the suffering be your enemy, or you can let it be your confidant, your refuge, your meditative place, and your ally in the war. I relied upon the suffering to whittle down my competition in ways that my fitness could not. I only averaged something like 6 mph over the course of the divide but I beat much stronger riders by doing things like setting out in the rain at Brush Mountain Lodge and hiking 17 miles through mud and snow instead of staying in the lodge waiting for friendlier weather.
This brings us to rule number three, "Left foot, right foot". Let nothing stop you from putting your left foot out front and then your right foot out front. It's really that simple, just keep moving no matter how slow or difficult.
Let's review the rules then shall we?
1) Long and steady beats short and fast.
2) Know thy course.
3) Left foot, right foot.
Well, that is my run down on race tactics. I know it sounds pretty simple. That's because, racing the Divide is really simple when it comes down to it. After all the gear selection, training, and anticipation... it really just comes down to making consistent, informed, and unrelenting forward progress.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Tour Divide: A Review Part 2 of 3
Oh dear readers, before you embark on reading this (the second part of a three part series) please be aware that the writer is a serious gear-nerd. You may experience signs of PTSD after being exposed to the often whimsical fair tale love story that is the writer's obsession with gram counting.
You have been warned.
(Also, I would like to apologize for the organization of this post. It is pretty hodgepodge. Really it could be made into several separate posts, which is kinda what I did by separating it out. You know, what with all the fancy shift +hyphen key separation lines....)
Gear, yet another subject that I harp on with people that come to me for advice. When I went to Banff I talked to lots of racers that were still deciding on their "final gear selection" at 8pm the night before the start. I on the other hand had basically the same gear on my bike that I had been using since DECEMBER. I can not describe to you the amount of mental stress that this put on the riders who were frantically discussing gear choices.
My first piece of advice about gear revolves around each rider's suffering threshold (a term coined by Matthew Lee). One guy that I met from Texas brought two down sweaters with him. TWO! When we left the start of the race, it was about 45 degrees and he was wearing one of his sweaters. I on the other hand was only wearing a summer kit with arm and leg warmers. Get the difference? My kit weighted much less that his but that wasn't because I'm more awesome (although that case could be argued), it was because I was experienced in cold weather, acclimated to it, and I possessed the ability to deal with it when it became incredibly uncomfortable.
On the other hand, I'm sure that guy smoked me in the desert heat.
I guess what I'm trying to say with all this rambling is: You need to train in inclement weather to force your body to adjust, to figure out what you need to survive, and to learn what comfort level you can handle.
I think the real key in gear choice is a really contained in that word I just used, comfort.
These comfort levels are what you need to establish a base line. From there, experience and experimenting will guide you to the most acceptable ratio of weight and risk. Personally I was able to dial my kit and bike down to 31 pounds (excluding the summer kit and helmet that I would always be wearing during the race).
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Ok well, that is about all I can think of as far as gear goes. There are a few things I could add (ok there are TONS of things I could add) but this post is just too long as it is.
Peace out and good luck with the training!
Happy Hanukkah!!!!
You have been warned.
(Also, I would like to apologize for the organization of this post. It is pretty hodgepodge. Really it could be made into several separate posts, which is kinda what I did by separating it out. You know, what with all the fancy shift +hyphen key separation lines....)
This was taken by a Tour Divide hopeful that I happened upon in Del Norte after a rough day out on the Divide. I was thirsty and they had the best deal on Gatorade EVER. Thanks for the photo Steve!
Gear, yet another subject that I harp on with people that come to me for advice. When I went to Banff I talked to lots of racers that were still deciding on their "final gear selection" at 8pm the night before the start. I on the other hand had basically the same gear on my bike that I had been using since DECEMBER. I can not describe to you the amount of mental stress that this put on the riders who were frantically discussing gear choices.
My first piece of advice about gear revolves around each rider's suffering threshold (a term coined by Matthew Lee). One guy that I met from Texas brought two down sweaters with him. TWO! When we left the start of the race, it was about 45 degrees and he was wearing one of his sweaters. I on the other hand was only wearing a summer kit with arm and leg warmers. Get the difference? My kit weighted much less that his but that wasn't because I'm more awesome (although that case could be argued), it was because I was experienced in cold weather, acclimated to it, and I possessed the ability to deal with it when it became incredibly uncomfortable.
On the other hand, I'm sure that guy smoked me in the desert heat.
I guess what I'm trying to say with all this rambling is: You need to train in inclement weather to force your body to adjust, to figure out what you need to survive, and to learn what comfort level you can handle.
I think the real key in gear choice is a really contained in that word I just used, comfort.
- Are you comfortable riding in the rain for three days straight without rain pants?
- Are you comfortable getting little sleep for a few nights because you freeze your booty off in a summer sleeping bag?
- Are you comfortable with the risk factors of getting stuck out 60 miles from a city because you don't have an extra chain?
These comfort levels are what you need to establish a base line. From there, experience and experimenting will guide you to the most acceptable ratio of weight and risk. Personally I was able to dial my kit and bike down to 31 pounds (excluding the summer kit and helmet that I would always be wearing during the race).
This kit weight included things that I consider to be mandatory for mere mortals on the Divide; two spare tubes, two gps units (an extra incase the first one broke), a kit for body care, a kit for bike care, a sleeping system, 6.5 liters of water capacity, and extra clothing.
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Below I will list a few things that I think are the best options of gear choices that are ubiquitously discussed in bikepacking circles. You cannot argue with my stance. I am right. Don't even try it.
- Tubless is king.
- Nanoraptors are great but they aren't what they once were. One set used to make it through the divide, that no longer happens. If you use them, be prepared to change them at least once.
- GPS is the shizz.
- You need a back up navigation method, why not a second GPS?!?!?
- Your sleep system including stuff sack, insulation, pad and bivy doesn't need to weigh more than three pounds. Mine weighed 1 lb 14 oz.
- Rain pants are BS. Grow a pair. Unless of course you are the wicked witch of the west and you can't get wet.
- Wear real bike shoes, none of this hiking/biking shoe business.
- Bring an extra pair of cleats for you clipless pedals. (See what I did there? I assumed you would have clipless pedals because well, I'm telling you you will.)
- Use Revelate Designs for all your bikepacking gear needs. If you use a rack system you are not only a dolt, you are adding several extra pound of metal to your bike that WILL break on The Divide.
- Cooking systems are useless.
- If you have built a fitness base that leaves you capable and you are ready to suffer through some discomfort, you need not fear hypothermia. (This of course assumes you have adequate clothing.)
- The Neoair sleeping pad is more comfortable than your five grand thermarest space age foam adjustable california king mattress. And, it weighs less. (Your only other option is a Klymit X-frame but that doesn't have nearly the insulative value.)
- I have a love affair with Western Mountaineering sleeping bags. My only grip is that they don't make a quilt. So, I taught myself to sew and I made my own out of my fav WM sleeping bag.
- Your bivy doesn't need to be waterproof if you are 1) willing to ride until you find something to sleep under and 2) you are creative.
- Wool is awesome.
- I wish I would have brought extra socks, wearing two pairs of uber thin socks would have helped with the blisters from endless snow hiking. I would not bring extra socks just to have a dry pair to change into.
- Baby wipes. Use them to keep your feet and @ss clean!
- Anbesol is a great numbing agent for giant saddle sores.
- Cream for chaffing is a must. A and D ointment, the stuff Matthew Lee recommends, is available along the divide and works well. But, be careful. It's ability to resist water is a double edge sword: it's good because it won't wash off in the rain, it's bad because it holds sweat against your skin if you use too much.
- Don't skimp on the tire pump.
- If you want to ride a lot at night, you need a good light system to keep your eyes from getting really tired. If not, one light is adequate. (If you use an EOS, take it off the mount and stow it unless you are using it. That would have saved me a ton of trouble by preventing me from loosing it just before Platoro.)
- Cuben fiber is the best lightweight fabric out there. (FYI, it is easy to wear out though!)
- That is all I can think of in the non-debatable category. However, I reserve the right to tell you that I'm right and you are wrong about anything in the future.
So Justin, how did you go about choosing all your gear and whittling it down to a svelte 11 pounds?
Well, I started with an excel spread sheet and it was all down hill from there.....
But really;
I perused bikepacking.net and backpackinglight.com for ideas on light weight gear lists. Then I synthesized my own list of what I thought I needed. (This original list was modified several times. I ended up adding a few things and removing several things, based on experience and training of course.)
From there, I took the items that I already owned and weighed them (being sure to log the weights on my excel spread sheet). Then I got online again and looked for the lightest weight version of the items that I didn't have. I also found some items to replace gear that I already had. (For example, my old down jacket weighed 1 lb 2 oz or so. I sprung for a 900 fill mont bell jacket that weighed 5.5 oz and was almost as warm.) I compared cost to weight ratio and came up with the best version of a kit that I could muster for the money.
Don't get me wrong here, my kit cost a pretty penny. But, there were some things that I just wasn't ready to spend money on. For example, I could have save quite a bit of weight on my sleeping bag (a tremendous 1.5 oz!) by having my own custom cuben fiber sleeping quilt made for ~$600. That works out to $400 per ounce of reduced weight. Ummmm, yeah... No thanks!
I did come up with some other creative ways to save weight with my sleep system though. I cut down and resealed my neoair so that it was only torso length. I rented a sewing machine, taught my self to sew, and made my sleeping bag into a quilt. I found a great deal on an uber light bivy. I custom made a super light tarp to get me through any horrendous down pours. The nonsense just went on and on.
It was a lot of work but I am relatively certain I had the lightest kit at the start line. The bike shop owner in Banff said that The Matthew Lee was the only person he had ever seen with less gear. That was probably the best compliment I've ever recieved!
Another photo of the stallion. I mean really, it looks like there isn't hardly anything on there!
Ok well, that is about all I can think of as far as gear goes. There are a few things I could add (ok there are TONS of things I could add) but this post is just too long as it is.
Peace out and good luck with the training!
Happy Hanukkah!!!!
Friday, December 23, 2011
Tour Divide: A Review Part 1 of 3
So, I have been asked to review my Divide training, gear and race tactics. It sounds like a good idea. I am going to break it down into three installments. Training is first up!
Tour Divide Training:
I started training for the tour about a year out. I was still recovering from a brutal injury that I incurred as a police officer and had just recently started riding again (my first ride post injury was 35 seconds). At the point about a year before the race, I had worked my way up to riding for ~2 hours and I was feeling ok about my progress.
From this point I continued to push my long rides further and further. Slowly and consistently I pushed out to one ~6 hour ride a week. I then started riding with my bike loaded in preparation for a 100 mile snow bike race on the Iditarod trail in late winter. In my opinion, one of the best things that I did for my training was riding with a loaded bike. It really helped strengthen my tendons and my mind to the load (literally) that I would be bearing during the Divide.
The 100 mile snow bike race that I did too me exactly 24 hours and I did it with only an accidental 30 minute nap at the last check point. (I fell asleep sitting upright in a chair while I was eating soup.) This was about four months out from the tour. My goal for this race was to be able to ride ~16 hours at a continuous pace that I felt I could hold for the entire divide, about a 5 out of 10 on the ol' effort scale.
After this race, I took a few easy weeks because I was mentally burned out. After some mental recovery I eased back into training. I took this opportunity to really refine my gear and load on the bike.
I then set a goal for my first multi day ride, which was actually a road ride since the trails are far too muddy in spring to be of any use. In order to maintain my tour divide positioning and such, I switched my mountain bike saddle and pedals to my road bike. I also wore mountain biking gear (to include shoes) and loaded my full gear load on my bike.
For the training ride I rode from my house for two full days and ended up in a city where there was a 130+ mile race that covered lots of elevation on the third day. I rode this race after camping in a friends yard on the second night. During this training ride I was completely self supported and I only wore my biking clothes just like I was planning to do on the divide. This ride was done ~2 months before the divide. It gave me the confidence to know that I could go the distance.
Finally, I rode a 140 mile race that was all on dirt road about three weeks before the divide. For the race I rode completely loaded even though the other racers were on tricked out cross country rigs. I camped out in my divide sleeping kit, woke up at the crack of dawn, and did the course as an ITT (I left about four hours before the race started). The winner and I finished within a few minutes of each other. It's not bad considering the fact I was carrying camping gear, food, and 7 liters of water the whole time!
After that, I just chilled for about 3 weeks and slowly cranked down the miles. The week of the divide start I only rode one time. It was a good mental break from the bike and all the hard work I had put in.
So, that about covers what I did. I have three other pointers that were crucial to my training:
1) For the love of all that is holy, ride with a loaded bike! I know I harp on this like a mofo. But really, you MUST condition your tendons and mind to handle the load. It is so important! I firmly believe that anybody can condition their bodies for the miles of the divide during the race so long as they have put in the work to make their body hardy enough for the work load.
2) Peak for the finish, not for the start. It is important to remember that this race is 20-30 days long for most riders. That is the longer than an entire training cycle for most elite athletes (By that I mean, most athletes build for three weeks and then take a recovery week each cycle of training.) You need to work hard in training but you also need to show up ready to put in a full mental effort from the get go. It seemed to me that too many riders were taxed to the max on the morning of day 1.
3) Bike commute. The entire year before the divide, I commuted by bike most days. I even rode to training sessions. I became infamous for riding across town to a group training session, crushing the interval work and then cruising home. This not only helped me build fitness but it taught my body to keep riding even after I was whooped from hard riding. Nothing teaches you body to survive a bonkfest like forcing your body into a bonk on a regular basis.
Things I wish I would have done:
1) I wish I would have done more heat training. I suffered in the souther parts of the race. I failed to anticipate how hot it was going to be. Some of this was due to the fact that they had an incredibly hot and dry snap right as I hit New Mexico, it was literally record setting. (See above picture of my MELTED handlebar grips)
2) I wish I would have concentrated on loosing more weight. I was too heavy when I started. Part of this was due to my heavy training load (all I could do was eat after a three day ride) and part of it was due to my lack of discipline in the diet department.
3) I should have trained more climbing. If it was possible, I would only ride uphill for the entire year before my next attempt at the divide. That's right, I would do my best to never coast, never roll on flat terrain, and never take it easy.... I would just climb. (Yes, there was THAT much climbing on the divide)
Well, that about does it for the training section. Good luck to all you racers and be sure to post any questions in the comments section!!!!
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Melted ergon grips from the Southern New Mexico sun. |
Tour Divide Training:
I started training for the tour about a year out. I was still recovering from a brutal injury that I incurred as a police officer and had just recently started riding again (my first ride post injury was 35 seconds). At the point about a year before the race, I had worked my way up to riding for ~2 hours and I was feeling ok about my progress.
From this point I continued to push my long rides further and further. Slowly and consistently I pushed out to one ~6 hour ride a week. I then started riding with my bike loaded in preparation for a 100 mile snow bike race on the Iditarod trail in late winter. In my opinion, one of the best things that I did for my training was riding with a loaded bike. It really helped strengthen my tendons and my mind to the load (literally) that I would be bearing during the Divide.
The 100 mile snow bike race that I did too me exactly 24 hours and I did it with only an accidental 30 minute nap at the last check point. (I fell asleep sitting upright in a chair while I was eating soup.) This was about four months out from the tour. My goal for this race was to be able to ride ~16 hours at a continuous pace that I felt I could hold for the entire divide, about a 5 out of 10 on the ol' effort scale.
After this race, I took a few easy weeks because I was mentally burned out. After some mental recovery I eased back into training. I took this opportunity to really refine my gear and load on the bike.
I then set a goal for my first multi day ride, which was actually a road ride since the trails are far too muddy in spring to be of any use. In order to maintain my tour divide positioning and such, I switched my mountain bike saddle and pedals to my road bike. I also wore mountain biking gear (to include shoes) and loaded my full gear load on my bike.
For the training ride I rode from my house for two full days and ended up in a city where there was a 130+ mile race that covered lots of elevation on the third day. I rode this race after camping in a friends yard on the second night. During this training ride I was completely self supported and I only wore my biking clothes just like I was planning to do on the divide. This ride was done ~2 months before the divide. It gave me the confidence to know that I could go the distance.
Finally, I rode a 140 mile race that was all on dirt road about three weeks before the divide. For the race I rode completely loaded even though the other racers were on tricked out cross country rigs. I camped out in my divide sleeping kit, woke up at the crack of dawn, and did the course as an ITT (I left about four hours before the race started). The winner and I finished within a few minutes of each other. It's not bad considering the fact I was carrying camping gear, food, and 7 liters of water the whole time!
After that, I just chilled for about 3 weeks and slowly cranked down the miles. The week of the divide start I only rode one time. It was a good mental break from the bike and all the hard work I had put in.
So, that about covers what I did. I have three other pointers that were crucial to my training:
1) For the love of all that is holy, ride with a loaded bike! I know I harp on this like a mofo. But really, you MUST condition your tendons and mind to handle the load. It is so important! I firmly believe that anybody can condition their bodies for the miles of the divide during the race so long as they have put in the work to make their body hardy enough for the work load.
2) Peak for the finish, not for the start. It is important to remember that this race is 20-30 days long for most riders. That is the longer than an entire training cycle for most elite athletes (By that I mean, most athletes build for three weeks and then take a recovery week each cycle of training.) You need to work hard in training but you also need to show up ready to put in a full mental effort from the get go. It seemed to me that too many riders were taxed to the max on the morning of day 1.
3) Bike commute. The entire year before the divide, I commuted by bike most days. I even rode to training sessions. I became infamous for riding across town to a group training session, crushing the interval work and then cruising home. This not only helped me build fitness but it taught my body to keep riding even after I was whooped from hard riding. Nothing teaches you body to survive a bonkfest like forcing your body into a bonk on a regular basis.
Things I wish I would have done:
1) I wish I would have done more heat training. I suffered in the souther parts of the race. I failed to anticipate how hot it was going to be. Some of this was due to the fact that they had an incredibly hot and dry snap right as I hit New Mexico, it was literally record setting. (See above picture of my MELTED handlebar grips)
2) I wish I would have concentrated on loosing more weight. I was too heavy when I started. Part of this was due to my heavy training load (all I could do was eat after a three day ride) and part of it was due to my lack of discipline in the diet department.
3) I should have trained more climbing. If it was possible, I would only ride uphill for the entire year before my next attempt at the divide. That's right, I would do my best to never coast, never roll on flat terrain, and never take it easy.... I would just climb. (Yes, there was THAT much climbing on the divide)
Well, that about does it for the training section. Good luck to all you racers and be sure to post any questions in the comments section!!!!
I love what I'm doing day #66
I love that moment on a group night ride where everybody meets up at the next trail junction, all the riding lights get turned off to save battery power, everybody is quietly catching their breath, and all you can hear are the sounds of the trees swaying in the wind.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I love what I'm doing day #64
It has been a long time since I wrote a daily post!!
Since my last post I have finished finals (On one test I only missed one question!!) and taken a much needed vacation with the ol' ball and chain. I also finished my tour divide blogging!!!!
I guess what I'm saying is, I love that I get so lost in the awesomeness of my life that I forget to blog sometimes.
Since my last post I have finished finals (On one test I only missed one question!!) and taken a much needed vacation with the ol' ball and chain. I also finished my tour divide blogging!!!!
I guess what I'm saying is, I love that I get so lost in the awesomeness of my life that I forget to blog sometimes.
Tour Divide 20 days, 14 hours, 10 minutes, 12 seconds
The last day- North of Silver City to Antelope Wells, ~150 miles
What a morning; I woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the southern desert wilderness, I had a big smile on my face, and I knew hot food wasn't too far away. I packed up my stuff and started hiking. After about half a mile the trail smoothed out a bit and became rideable.
I realized as I was riding that the trail wasn't that bad in the day light. I also realized that the edge of the trail that had seemed like a vast abyss in the dark was actually a pretty freaking steep drop off. I still can't believe I didn't kill myself out there....
I hit up the roadway at the campground where the CDT dumps out. The road climbs for a bit but since it was still cool out I was able to cook right up the few miles of climbing. After that, the roadway drops right down into Silvercity.
I stopped a local couple in a car and asked where some good eats were. The pointed out a nice cafe that was on route. Bingo! I stopped in, called my wife, and ate three helping of breakfast. My wife told me that DJ and Ben weren't too far behind me.
Time to go!
The meal and the thrill of actually having somebody to race really got me pumped. I rocketed right out of town. As I was riding along the highway I was waved down by a guy in a truck. He asked me if I needed a ride in from the border.
To be honest I hadn't really planned what I was going to do. My wife had originally been planning to pick me up but I was going to beat her to the border by several days because I had drastically overestimated how long it was going to take me.
I told him that I did need a ride. He called a friend of his that ran a border shuttle. He said that he would track my spot and get the shuttle to me about the time that I hit the border.(There's an illegal immigration joke there somewhere.) I wish I could remember his name...
Thanks dude!!!
I got a flat about half a mile from the little gas station at Separ. It was so hot I couldn't stand changing it out under the open sun. I walked the last bit to the gas station and changed the flat in the shade.
A guy walked up and started asking me about my bike. I explained where I had been and where I was going.
He said, "You know that's like 70 miles from here right?"
I responded, "Yup."
He then looked at the thermometer on the building and said, "You know that thing says it's 115 degrees out here right?"
I responded, "Yup."
He asked, "You know you're crazy right?"
I smirked, "You have no idea..."
I finished up the flat repair and headed into the gas station. I drank six helpings of lemonade from the soda machine (that's like 180 ounces of lemonade!), ate a ton of ice cream, and some candy. Then, I left the store, hit up the last pavement section towards the border, and let my body go.
I was pretty much on autopilot by this point. So, I fully enjoyed the sunset, the smells, and waving at the same border agent that passed me about 40 times. It was wonderful.
I looked back often hoping to see Ben or DJ and at the same time hoping that they didn't catch me. The later wish came true.
About ten miles from the border a van pulled up next to me. There were a few people in the van and they were hooting and hollering. I was confused but I waved back, said thanks, and kept riding.
I rolled up to the border and the same white van was there. It was DJ's girlfriend, Aidan Harding, and Sarai (the chick who was covering the race from pushpedalcrank.com). I rolled up to the last gate at the border, got off my bike, and just stared into the darkness beyond.
I really wanted to just keep riding. I wanted to know what was out there. I wanted to feel the rhythm of the land, the cycle of the days, and the oneness of nature that I had become so used to.
A voice came from behind me, it was Sarai the reporter, "How do you feel?"
I thought for a few moments and responded simply, "Cathartic."
Then I smiled.
Aidan gave me a beer and we shot the breeze while I waited for my ride. It was a great ending to a hard race. I mean, I finished the worlds toughest bike race and totally had a beer with one of my heroes!
My chariot showed up, a 1995 lincoln town car. A 70 year old dude step out and helped me pack my bike into the trunk. I said good bye to my new found friends and I was off to a little town on the interstate near Separ. ( I can't remember the name of the town but Fixie Dave stayed there during his ITT bike loss fiasco.)
The shuttle driver mentioned that he had talked to some guy who was hoping to catch me a ways back on the course. Just about then we saw a bike light off in the distance. He pulled over and it was non other that THE Ben Oney. I jumped out and congratulated him on such a great race. It was really cool to finish within a few hours of somebody that I had been racing for 20 days.
When we got to the town, the driver stopped at a gas station for me. I got food and some clothing. I looked ridiculous but it was better than my hole laden bike shorts.
What a morning; I woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the southern desert wilderness, I had a big smile on my face, and I knew hot food wasn't too far away. I packed up my stuff and started hiking. After about half a mile the trail smoothed out a bit and became rideable.
I realized as I was riding that the trail wasn't that bad in the day light. I also realized that the edge of the trail that had seemed like a vast abyss in the dark was actually a pretty freaking steep drop off. I still can't believe I didn't kill myself out there....
I hit up the roadway at the campground where the CDT dumps out. The road climbs for a bit but since it was still cool out I was able to cook right up the few miles of climbing. After that, the roadway drops right down into Silvercity.
I stopped a local couple in a car and asked where some good eats were. The pointed out a nice cafe that was on route. Bingo! I stopped in, called my wife, and ate three helping of breakfast. My wife told me that DJ and Ben weren't too far behind me.
Time to go!
The meal and the thrill of actually having somebody to race really got me pumped. I rocketed right out of town. As I was riding along the highway I was waved down by a guy in a truck. He asked me if I needed a ride in from the border.
To be honest I hadn't really planned what I was going to do. My wife had originally been planning to pick me up but I was going to beat her to the border by several days because I had drastically overestimated how long it was going to take me.
I told him that I did need a ride. He called a friend of his that ran a border shuttle. He said that he would track my spot and get the shuttle to me about the time that I hit the border.(There's an illegal immigration joke there somewhere.) I wish I could remember his name...
Thanks dude!!!
Taking a walking break during the heat of the day.
More progress towards the border....
I got a flat about half a mile from the little gas station at Separ. It was so hot I couldn't stand changing it out under the open sun. I walked the last bit to the gas station and changed the flat in the shade.
A guy walked up and started asking me about my bike. I explained where I had been and where I was going.
He said, "You know that's like 70 miles from here right?"
I responded, "Yup."
He then looked at the thermometer on the building and said, "You know that thing says it's 115 degrees out here right?"
I responded, "Yup."
He asked, "You know you're crazy right?"
I smirked, "You have no idea..."
I finished up the flat repair and headed into the gas station. I drank six helpings of lemonade from the soda machine (that's like 180 ounces of lemonade!), ate a ton of ice cream, and some candy. Then, I left the store, hit up the last pavement section towards the border, and let my body go.
The last video before my phone died.
I was pretty much on autopilot by this point. So, I fully enjoyed the sunset, the smells, and waving at the same border agent that passed me about 40 times. It was wonderful.
I looked back often hoping to see Ben or DJ and at the same time hoping that they didn't catch me. The later wish came true.
About ten miles from the border a van pulled up next to me. There were a few people in the van and they were hooting and hollering. I was confused but I waved back, said thanks, and kept riding.
I rolled up to the border and the same white van was there. It was DJ's girlfriend, Aidan Harding, and Sarai (the chick who was covering the race from pushpedalcrank.com). I rolled up to the last gate at the border, got off my bike, and just stared into the darkness beyond.
I really wanted to just keep riding. I wanted to know what was out there. I wanted to feel the rhythm of the land, the cycle of the days, and the oneness of nature that I had become so used to.
A voice came from behind me, it was Sarai the reporter, "How do you feel?"
I thought for a few moments and responded simply, "Cathartic."
Then I smiled.
Aidan gave me a beer and we shot the breeze while I waited for my ride. It was a great ending to a hard race. I mean, I finished the worlds toughest bike race and totally had a beer with one of my heroes!
My chariot showed up, a 1995 lincoln town car. A 70 year old dude step out and helped me pack my bike into the trunk. I said good bye to my new found friends and I was off to a little town on the interstate near Separ. ( I can't remember the name of the town but Fixie Dave stayed there during his ITT bike loss fiasco.)
The shuttle driver mentioned that he had talked to some guy who was hoping to catch me a ways back on the course. Just about then we saw a bike light off in the distance. He pulled over and it was non other that THE Ben Oney. I jumped out and congratulated him on such a great race. It was really cool to finish within a few hours of somebody that I had been racing for 20 days.
When we got to the town, the driver stopped at a gas station for me. I got food and some clothing. I looked ridiculous but it was better than my hole laden bike shorts.
I look happy to be in comfy clothing.
The next several days were spent stuffing my face and traveling by bus to Las Vegas to meet my wife. I stopped off in Phoenix to ship my bike. I ended up at this swank little bike place, Sunday Cycles. They were super cool and I recommend checking them out if you are ever in the area!
Stay tuned for one more Divide blog post where I plan to do a 'look back' at what I did to get ready, what gear I used, and what I would do differently.
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