One of my goals for this year is to become a better climber, and what better way to do that then to do one of the hardest endurance races with over 5,000 feet of climbing? The Snake Creek Gap TT is a 2 race series with options of 50 miles, 34 miles or 17 miles that take place during January and February. It used to be 3 races with just 34 miles or 17 miles, but they decided to go a little crazy and add more miles to an already crazy race. Under the better judgement from a friend, I decided to go for the 34 miles as my first introduction to the race. Because if I am going to do something, I'm going to do it. And since 34 miles had been the norm option for the past 10+ years, that's why I went for it.
In preparation for this, I started doing hill repeats once a week. I would do about 12 miles and get about 1200 ft of climbing in. Probably should have done way more. Like maybe hill repeats twice a week and maybe double the distance. But I did what I did. I climbed standing, I climbed sitting. I climbed in higher gears than I would have normally climbed in. And I would like to think that by doing that, I added a little more strength to my climbing muscles.
In rolls January and the Snake is in my face. What have I gotten myself into? I've been given detailed reports of what the race will be like, I have watched videos of others doing the race, and I had registered. So as ready as I could be, I set off for Dalton, GA with my cycling buddy who signed up to ride with me.
Here's the thing about riding a race with someone who is more experienced and faster than you, it can get in your head. Are you going to hold them back? Of course you. Are they going to be a little upset about it? Maybe, but maybe not. They might be able to provide you support and a security blanket of knowing you won't be riding alone ever, but it is not your personal race anymore. It's a shared race and you will go through a series of love and hate for that person. Love because they are really great at being there for you, hate because you can't rest as long as you want or need because you have noticed that they have been waiting on you way longer than you would have liked.
January I made some mistakes. I started off a little too fast. Pushed myself a little harder than I should have. I killed my legs faster than I would have liked to. The start of the snake isn't very difficult. It's actually the flattest part you will ride before you even start climbing. After about a mile of fire roads, you get about 2 miles of gravel roads with climbing. I really started losing my partner on those climbs and that made me push even harder. So 3 miles in, and I'm already pushing myself to the max to keep up.
The snake is notorious for having bad weather. But not this one! It was a dark warm day. And I started out dressed a little too warm. Before we entered the woods, we stopped to take off layers. Entering the woods, I barely went a bike's length before I needed to get off and start pushing. Ugh the embarrassment! However there were quite a few people off their bikes, so that was comforting. 4 miles in and I was already pushing and unsure if I was going to be able to get back on a ride.
The gravel descent was a blast! It ended too soon. And then another climb in a beautiful pine needle infused trail. Again, I was off pushing before I even began riding. But the descent was welcomed. I let off the brakes and just flew down hitting what jumps I could. I told myself as long as I could do that, I was doing okay.
We didn't stop at the 14 mile sag stop. I knew I should have stopped and eaten food before we kept going. I had planned on that. But when my partner said that we could keep going, I felt like I could. I wanted to keep going. And at the beginning of that sag stop was more climbing, or walking for me. "This isn't even that bad," my buddy said as she waited for me. My legs laughed at that. Maybe not to her, but to me I was doing more than I had ever done before.
You have 8 miles to go after the second sag stop. 8 miles! Sounds easy, right? Nope. It felt like another 16 miles. So many rocks. The wall! The wall! Dangerous downhills, and a 2 mile big rock garden until you finally make it to the tower and start your way to the road finish. I almost cried so many times during this 8 miles. So. Many. Times. I didn't have the energy to ride any rocks. Climb anything. I was so tired. I wanted to die. When we found the tower, I was ready to sell my bike and die. Finishing felt great, I was ready to be done with the torture.
February was a whole different story. I was more prepared because I had ridden the trail once. But I was doing this race solo, and I was extremely nervous about it. This was my first endurance race completely solo (minus the hundreds of racers who would be around me obviously). I didn't sleep very well the night before. I woke up panicked thinking I missed my alarm.
It was much colder this race. I know this because my water stayed frozen the whole time basically. Which makes hydrating very difficult. I started out the race with the mindset that I wanted to beat my time, but also ride everything better and smarter. I paced myself at the beginning. Instead of pushing, I just rode my bike. I wanted to have legs for that last 8 miles.
Everything seemed to come faster than last time. The first 14 miles kind of went by quicker than last time. my biggest mistake was going the wrong way and having to climb back to start another grueling climb. I stopped and warmed up. Held my water by the heater so I could drink. I ate my bonks bonker. I opened my shot blocks so I could eat some between the first sag stop and the second sag stop.
Starting up that climb that I had to walk last time, I breathed and just kept pedaling smooth strokes. No walking on that part. Between last month and this month, I felt stronger. I was doing good. Again the 10 miles between sag stops was faster than I remembered. I stopped to eat a gel and drink and back at it I went.
Those rocks had nothing on me this time! I was picking good lines and not having to get off my bike. That dangerous downhill? I had no fear, which lead me to having a small crash but it was graceful. The wall? Still sucked, but I rode up almost 1/4 before giving up and pushing my bike up the rest. The last 2 miles? Felt like 5 miles, but not as terrible. That road descent? So happy to see it!
I shaved 12 minutes off my time. I succeeded in both of the goals I had set for myself. I beat my last month's time and I rode the trail much better and smarter. Walking away with a sweet ass trophy was icing on the cake! Thank you, snake for torturing me and giving me the chance to work hard at something and see progress! Maybe I will come back next year! If the weather is as nice! A girl can dream :)
Friday, February 19, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
How I got started on the bike
I remember running into our family
room early Christmas morning when I was twelve and finding a small yellow
Mongoose bike waiting for me. I didn’t care that there were other presents to
open or that it was snowing outside. I threw on my snow boots over my pajama
pants and was outside riding before my mom could stop me. I loved that bike. I
would ride around the neighborhood with friends, doing what we thought were
amazing tricks in the parking lot of the water company. My favorite things were
the obstacle courses we would make and how we would race each other. Starting
on an incline and looping around the building, swerving in and out of the
parking curbs, jumping our bikes over the speed bumps before finishing. If I
had known bikes could be ridden on trails at the time, I’m sure I would have been
on them giving my mother heart attacks. Instead I spent most of my time on the
basketball court or softball field, mastering the balance and quick reflexes
that would one day prove useful when I would get my tires dirty.
My mom called me excitedly during
my senior year of college with reports of her best yard sale find of her life,
a practically new bike for only a quarter. I had just started running after
taking a long three years off of any physical activity only to find out that
eating the same as when you played three sports didn’t keep you the same
weight. My mom had decided that getting me a bike would motivate me to keep
moving forward with wanting to work out and lose weight. I was a little
skeptical of how good of a bike she got for a quarter, but I was still unaware
of trail riding and figured anything that worked would be good enough. My
parents delivered me a dark green Mongoose that was in good condition. I slowly
started riding it around my college area, and by midsummer of 2014 I was riding
about 40 miles on the road.
In the beginning, I was undereducated
about biking. I had no clue that there were road bikes and that they were way
easier to ride any length of road than the 35 lb bike I had been killing myself
that summer with. I didn’t know that there were different wheel sizes or that
the gears on a bike made your life easier. I was clueless, but nonetheless I
kept pedaling. I joined a local adventure group that had biking events. The
first one I went to was on a greenway and there were so many different types of
bikes in that group ride. I would hear the riders talk about road riding or
trail riding and I listened as if I was in a lecture hall being taught some
profound way of life. I absorbed every detail I could, amazed that I hadn’t
been aware of this lifestyle at all.
I went to my first trail ride at
Harmonie State Park in New Harmony, IN. It was the most terrifying thing I had
ever done. I had imagined the trails being wide and smooth, but there were
roots and it was tighter than I thought I could handle. After about an hour on
the beginner loop though I started feeling like I was the best rider that had
ever graced that trail.
Facebook recommended that I join
the Evansville Mountain Biking Association (EMBA), and since I had a mountain
bike and I was so amazing, I gladly accepted their recommendation. I was
invited to the weekly group ride at Scales Lake in Boonville, IN. I had just
dominated my first trail ride and was itching to keep riding and figured that I
could go out there and hang with these other mountain bikers. Looking back on
my first ride at Scales Lake is like looking back on a horrific train wreck. Not
only did I crash on every downhill, I also managed to crash going uphill. I
don’t think I rode my bike at all that first group ride. Actually I was so
terrible that my bike was embarrassed and tacoed the front wheel so I would
have to leave early. I cried the whole 25 minute car trip back home.
The next morning I was determined
to get my wheel fixed and show up to the next group ride and at least
walk/crash my way through the whole loop. And I did just that. I kept going
back and crashing. Until I wasn’t crashing as much. I wasn’t walking as much. I
started to learn how to shift my gears, and stand up and climb a hill. Or
feather my brakes going downhill instead of squeezing them so tight that I
would throw myself over the handlebars. I started getting better. And I had
this group of amazing riders who were willing to ride with me and teach me how
to get better.
After a month of riding, I went to
a local women’s clinic in Evansville that was hosted by the women of EMBA. That
clinic taught me the basic skills that I was lacking. I learned that there was
an attack position for your feet and that your body position was so important
when descending or climbing. I started to devote my rides to practicing these
skills I was taught. Rides started to become more fun and less painful. I was
smiling as I would be climbing up a hill. These women opened the door to me
wanting to learn more. Any spare moment I had, I was on my bike riding. I
started training with the woman who had put on the clinic. I didn’t want to
stop, and I had people who were feeding my hunger for learning.
As much as that green Mongoose was
a good bike, it needed a lot of fixing. Hobbies are fun, but they are
expensive. When you have zero knowledge about your hobby, you aren’t worried
about spending your whole paycheck to buy a fork that works or replace your
bottom bracket. Actually you don’t even know that a fork has a real purpose to
begin with, or that there are bearings in your bike at all. You just assume
that a bike is in great working condition if the wheels hold air. I started
getting new bike fever about the same time I was being introduced to racing. I
would hear the other members talking about bikes and weight and became
overwhelmed by all of this new information. What if my bike held me back from
reaching my full potential? What if my bike cost me a race because it was too
heavy? Why can’t I have a nicer bike? These thoughts made me feel like I was
betraying the bike that got me started in mountain biking, but this is just
something that happens. Sorry Mongoose.
One winter morning after a long and
brutal gravel ride that I was 85% sure I was going to die on, I backed over my
bike. This happened during a point in my life where I didn’t have a bike rack
so I would load my bike in the back of my suv and where any ride that was over
12 miles felt like my physical and emotional being were going to combust from
exhaustion. And that ride was 30 miles of trying to chase a handful of fast
riders that I was never going to keep up with. And so after changing, I ran
over the only thing that was keeping me happy. And it was the worst case
scenario that could have happened. Sure I wanted a new bike, but I could not
even begin to afford a new one. Not even a little bit. Life was looking bleak
for a solid 15 minutes. I also did this in front of four men and was incredibly
embarrassed. Who runs over their bike?
I met my friend who I had just done
the gravel ride with at a Mexican restaurant. I had just gotten off the phone
with my mom, who will tell you that I was in a panic and freaking out, explaining
to her how I had ran over my bike and bent the frame and it was now ruined. I
tried to compose myself before going inside. I didn’t want to tell her that
in-between saying goodbye and meeting her, I had done something so incredibly
dumb. However I’m pretty sure that as I was sliding into the booth I was
telling her the horrific story. Both times I told the story, I viewed myself as
completely calm. I hear that is not the truth. Only a crazy person could stay
calm while trying to tell you that the love of their life was dead, and my bike
is the love of my life. Luckily for me, my friend was selling her old race bike
and offered to sell it to me to where I could make payments on it. It was already
10 times a better bike than what I was riding. It was a 26” Cannondale SL2
trail bike. And I am so incredibly grateful.
I was able to keep training that
winter, riding every day that I could and pushing myself to get better. By
mid-February, race dates were being set and I decided that I was going to
participate in two local race series, Southern Five and the Kentucky Point
Series. Deciding to race is a lot like deciding to become a parent (I assume, I
have no experience in deciding to be a parent. However I am great at being told
I am an Aunt, so same thing, right?) Everyone has an opinion. “Oh, this is your
first year? You should only do one series, just to see if you like it.” Or “As
a first year racer, you have to do cat 3. You don’t want to cat up too soon.”
There is advice on fueling and training during the season and clothes. The list
goes on.
I started out my first XC race
season as a cat 2 racer (because I don’t like to listen to people when they ask
“do you think you might have catted up too soon?”). My first few races were
great learning curves for me. I didn’t understand that there were strategies
and planning that went in to racing. I would burn myself out on my first lap
and get passed by someone at the very end. My first race I ever did was a SERC
race at Conyers, GA. I remember being incredibly nervous but holding my own.
There was a racer who was behind me the whole time and would later pass me at
the end of the field and sprint away to finish 3rd while I got 4th.
Actually, that happened to me a lot in the beginning. I would hold a spot the
whole race only to be passed in the last mile or so. And it was frustrating. I
was good, but I still had a lot to learn. I was doing training rides and
reading everything I could about training and racing. I started to do better in
my races, but I was still sometimes burning out at the end or crashing and
losing time. And every time I would crash, I would ask myself what the point
was? Maybe I wasn’t a racer. I should just stick to riding for fun because I
was never going to get any better than I was.
I was invited to go to a women’s
clinic at Snowshoe in West Virginia. Here
I was presented with an opportunity to get better and I leaped at the chance to
go learn with great women riders and racers. This weekend is the weekend that I
credit to honing my skills that I learned at my local women’s clinic. I learned
how to corner better, how to handle my bike better, descend without losing
momentum and I gained so much confidence. I ride stronger because I don’t doubt
myself as much anymore. My first race back from that clinic I felt stronger. I
started to compete with more skill, and that helped me go faster and wreck
less. No doubt by next season I will be competing with cat 1 racers.
My Cannondale has done so much for
me, but I am rough on it. I push it hard and choose lines that are the fastest
ones, but maybe not the smoothest one. I am lucky to have a friend who helps me
fix my bike when it starts having shifting problems or really any problem. I
think my bike is in the shop as much as it is on the trail sometimes. Not
having my bike is probably the worst thing that happens to me. If it is in the
shop longer than two days, I feel like I might go crazy (I obviously am not the
patient customer at the bike shop). But if I want to do well in a race, my bike
has to perform and therefore trips to the bike shop are necessary. I’m learning so much about bike maintenance
and how to understand what my bike needs from me so I can tune it up as I ride.
I worry that it might not be able to sustain another season of racing without
needing to have everything replaced on it at some point. For now we keep on
riding, we keep pushing, and we make lots of visits to the bike shop for
adjustments.
My series have ended and I won both
of them overall. I’m proud of how I ended, but I mainly won because I showed up
and raced. I didn’t have very many competitors. Being a woman racer means a
smaller pool of potential competition. It’s awesome that I won the two series I
was in, but I want to have a season where I am fighting for each place. Or that
I get my ass handed to me because someone was better. I don’t want to start a
race knowing that if I finish I win first place. That mentality isn’t going to
motivate me to be faster or work on sustainability. Looking back on how I started just last
summer, I am impressed with my growth. I am proud of the goals I had set and at
how I accomplished them. I am further than I thought I would ever be right now.
I fell in love with this sport and I never want to go a day without being on my
bike. My goal of making the loop at Scales Lake was accomplished and I can now
ride all of it without falling (most days).
I have bigger goals now. Goals that
are going to take work and focus to accomplish. To compete in a higher
category, I must push myself to ride further distances on the trails and on
hard gravel rides. I can’t skip the gym or decide that running is dumb. Cross
training is just as important as riding your bike. And training started the day
after my last series race. With hard work and dedication, I hope to go to
nationals next year. I have bigger goals too. And I keep in mind that I can’t
reach these big dreams without setting goals every year and following my
training schedule. And by doing that, one day I will be wearing a USA cycling
kit and be on the XC team and maybe find myself in the 2020 Olympics fighting
for a gold medal.
For now, I make time to train. I
find races. I travel to new trails. Cyclists are the nicest people you will
ever meet. And I want to encourage everyone new that I meet because if I hadn’t
joined EMBA, I wouldn’t be writing this essay. My green Mongoose would be
leaning against the wall in my hallway, barely being ridden. I want to
encourage others and tell them it is okay to fall. It is okay to suck at first.
Just keep riding as much as you can because the more you are on your bike, the
more confidence you will find. And just like me, you will stop falling as much.
Grab your bike and ride. And if you know me, I am always ready to hit the trail
with you!
I remember that feeling in my
little body when I saw that yellow Mongoose bike in my family room so much
because it is the feeling I get every time I load my bike on my car and see it
in my rearview mirror as I drive to find some dirt.
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