The last couple of months have been a whirlwind of
travel, biking, work, racing, etc. and I'm finally back to the drawing board in
numerous ways; trying to get caught back up chronicling my racing and
experiences, i.e. this blog, figuring out where I'm at right now, where I want
to be in the near future, and how to get there.
This weekend was my 2nd attempt at the
Gunnison Growler, a grueling 64-mile race in the technical mountain biking
playground that is Hartman Rocks outside of Gunnison, Colorado. Before I get to my recap of the race, it
would make sense to reminisce on the last couple of months.
On April 3rd Rachael and I left Boulder for
the west coast, in what would be a month-long road trip. The goal of the road trip for me was simple:
ride as much as possible during a month that can brutalize Colorado with winter
storms, hone in my technical skills, and maintain or increase fitness while at
it. This was neatly mixed in with
Rachael’s plans to see friends and family all along the way. Most importantly was spending time together
in some amazingly beautiful places, with no stress or worries. Our journey started in the wet Cascades of
central Oregon, and culminated in Prescott, AZ for the Whiskey 50. During this month I was able to ride some of
the best trails I could ever imagine, my favorite being the lush green
rainforest around Oakridge, Oregon.
All
in all I mountain biked 18 out of 26 days on the road, all of which being trail
rides of some sort. Heading into Whiskey
50 at the end of this road trip was a huge uncertainty. For many reasons I didn’t feel prepared to
take on the best in the country (and world).
Let me put it this way: I had ridden my bike for 18 of 26 days, and
trained 0. Unfortunately training
involves a little extra effort; a little more gusto when compared to fun rides
in the woods. Also, being on the road,
on vacation, lends itself very nicely to alcohol consumption, odd eating
routines, and other bad habits. For
these reasons I didn’t feel top notch heading into Whiskey, but was sure to
make the most of it. Having spent a few
days in Prescott pre-riding the Whiskey 50 trails, I was more stoked than ever
on this sport that I love. The trails
were all a blast to ride, and whatever happened on race day didn’t matter as
much anymore. My race went as well as it
could for me at that time. I realized
right off the bat that my body lacked the intensity that I used to know, and
simply couldn’t hang with much of the front groups. Once I finally started to settle in I felt
good, and finished the race strong. I
went deeper into my pain cave and well of reserves than I normally do, knowing
that it was a short 50-mile race, and was happy with my performance, albeit
rather subdued compared to where I want to be physically.
Click on pic for short vid, courtesy of Ben Jones |
A month on the road isn’t the ideal training
environment, but its experiences like these that keep my fire burning and
ever-growing, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. The day after Whiskey we took the short
cruise to Sedona so I could get a taste of the amazing riding there, stopped
off in Durango for another day of riding, and then finally made our way back to
Boulder.
Once back in Boulder after a month on the road it was
difficult to get back up to speed with real life. I continued to train right on through that
week, putting in some pretty good efforts, and finally hit the wall in a big
way. After one of the most painful rides
I can remember, in which my body wanted nothing of it, I spent the next 5 days
in a worn-out tired stupor. Apparently
my body needed to rest and was telling me loudly. The next weekend I had family and friends
come into town to visit, which lent itself to zero riding, and more alcohol
consumption. After they left the weather
in Boulder turned to crap and I wouldn’t ride until going to Eagle, Colorado
for the Firebird XC race. That’s two
weeks of almost zero riding, coming off extreme fatigue, heading into an XC
race with some of the best in Colorado. Not
ideal. With the Gunnison Growler a week after the Firebird I was only looking at
this race as a training venture. Low and
behold, it seemed like my body finally caught back up, because I raced into a
10th Place finish in a field of 90+.
Behind me were some really fast CO locals who I was stoked to get the
better of that day. The Firebird race
gave me a lot of confidence heading into the Gunnison Growler. I finally felt competitive and semi-fast
again, and was riding my bike really well.
Now I just needed to work all week, get as much rest as possible, and
prepare for 64 miles of technical onslaught.
Before I knew it Rachael and I were in Gunnison and ready
for a fun race on Sunday. The weather
was forecasted to be dicey at the very least, and down-right nasty at the
worst. When we rolled into town Friday
it was raining and looking ominous. The
clouds to the north, around Crested Butte, were black and bubbling. This would be the nature of the weekend.
On Saturday we went out and pre-rode some of
the trails at Hartman Rocks, trying to hit some of the more technical spots for
a little familiarity and practice.
Having just put a dropper seatpost on my hardtail, an idea that would’ve
been laughed at by XC racers only a year or two ago, I was stoked to be riding
some of the technical descents and drops with speed and comfort. Bring on race day!
Dropper post on a hardtail, what!? Ready to rock and roll with new Ergon SM3 Pro Carbon saddle. |
Handlebar Mustache, Mosaic Cycles, 92Fifty, Ergon |
Click on pic for short vid, courtesy of Jeff Kerkove. |
Image courtesy of Mountain Flyer. Click on pic for Growler race photos. |
Next up for me is the Fat Tire 40 in Crested Butte on
June 28, followed by an onslaught of Colorado events in July. The high country in Colorado is drying up
fast and that makes me very happy.
Cheers.