Ranked 3rd in the NUE series!

So, right before Lumberjack I was told that I had gotten a mention in Cycling News and was deemed a "Dark Horse" to watch out for.  I really just laughed, oh if they only knew...I did get excited to see my name however.  There might be a time when a name mention doesn't even phase me, but right now these are scrapbook moments!  Hey-mom-look-at-me type events that I will never forget.  It did help my confidence a little, especially since Mohican had knocked me down so hard.

Another one of these instances is seen in this spreadsheet done by Ryan O'Dell, the race director of the NUE Series.  I am currently 3rd in the overall NUE standings!  Right behind Amanda and Brenda!!  If we could only just stop the series now...

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Girls night out!

It is so much fun to get together with my awesome teammates and just catch up on the daily happenings of our life.  Kristi and Amy are our new mommas, so it was exciting to hear about how they have been embracing motherhood and enjoying the journey of pregnancy.  They are both so beautiful!  Star and Grace leave next week BC Bike Race. I am super pumped for them as they tear it up seven days in a row on one-of-a-kind singletrack in British Columbia.  What an opportunity!!  Paula's got Nationals coming up and there is no doubt in my mind that she will absolutely tear it up! Kym is traveling to NC to coach at a camp and scope things out before her big move in August.  I'm sure she will be checking out the local singletrack as well.  I am still smiling from my little victory at Lumberjack, trying to fit an extra NUE race (Wilderness 101) into the schedule in July.  ORAMM is next on the books for me, I may even do the Jerdon Mountain Challenge on Saturday before ORAMM on Sunday.  I still need time to allow that to marinate...

Lumberjack 100

I had so much fun at this race I definitely understand why it sold out in 11 minutes!

The Lumberjack 100 is three laps of a 33-mile loop through Michigan's beautiful Manistee National Forest and the Big-M Ski Area. About 90% of the loop is singletrack, hard pack trail with the occasional tire grabbing sand pit.  The rolling terrain is twisty and can give you that "rollercoaster" feeling if you handle your bike just right while feeding your cranks constant power.  Even closing your eyes for a second could land you in a fern gulley!  The hills were more like walls, with sand that got deeper as the day went on, giving us about 9,000 feet of total elevation gain. 

The first 2 miles were super fast on pavement, then a quick funnel onto sandy singletrack.  On my first lap, I was part of a massive train of riders, tearing our way through the thick forest.  My pace was set for me, all I had to do was hang onto the wheel in front of me.  I had to concentrate and ride super smart, because if I slid and wrecked, I would have been trampled!  I was screaming in my head with excitement as I rode this first lap, it was THAT much fun! The thick forest around me became a blur as I threw my bike from side to side. My first lap was 2:48

We had set  up our own aid station, so it was super fast getting in and out since I was just exchanging camelbaks and flasks.  A spectator told me that I was the 5th girl to come through, and I thought, "WOW, game on!" So, I tried to match the pace of my first lap, which was harder because my train had dispersed through "aid station alley".  Intermittently, I rode with different groups of people, but it was up to  me to continually push my pace...and that was getting harder to do mile after mile.  I felt like I was right on, but the clock showed 5:56 (3:07 lap time that included my first aid stop as well), so I had slowed down quite a bit.

My 3rd lap was desolate; I saw maybe 20 people.  It was hard to not think that I was the last person out there, especially since my past ultra race times have been in the 10-11 hour range.  After the 2nd aid stop, we all got really spread out. My stop was quick and I was off!  I had no thoughts on quitting, stopping, or resting, just plowed right through and focused on my pace and bike handling.  I kept imagining there was a girl right behind me and if I allowed that girl to pass me I would have lost my podium spot, I was racing!!  It's a big deal that I was able to be in that frame of mind because normally 66 miles into one of these races I'm in survival mode, just striving for the finish line.  The beach sand was much deeper this go round from all the riders churning it up throughout the day.  I just watched my tires sink into the ground on the steep wall climbs; there were moments you would have a full pedal stroke and not move at all!  I was thankful that I was seeing all of that for the LAST time, and I was thankful to still have my shorts on. :)  So, my third lap was 3:19. 

We were a complete MESS at the end of this race.  The black sand/dust from the dry trails just covered us from head to toe.  Two days later I was still blowing that stuff out of my nose!

Woo Hoo!!!! 5th place!!!

I was able to hold onto my 5th place victory with a total time of 9:15!!  Final mileage came to 102 miles; it was my best time by far!!  I competed against 32 other open/pro women, open men winner did it in 6:27, and open women winner did it in 7:42...ok, so I have some work to do, but improvement has definitely been seen.  It took some 15 hours to complete this course, and there were many that didn't finish.

On a semi-related note, on our way up to Manistee, MI we stopped at Muskegon, MI to visit USS Silversides, a submarine from Tim's childhood.  Yes, I said submarine.  We probably wouldn't make the detour to see family, but a submarine?  Sure thing!  When Tim was a kid, his family spent their 2-week vacation driving to Canada, and this was one of the sites they stopped to see on the way.  It was a nice trip down memory lane for Tim, and I even learned a thing or two about subs as well. 

I thought it was HUGE, but Tim informed me that this was actually much smaller than the ones that are in service today.  I can't even imagine what it must be like to live on one of these for 6 month stretches.  You know we watched "Hunt for the Red October" when we got home. I found many more interesting things regarding sub-life on this site, if you're looking to learn something today, this is a good read. 

Next race on the books is ORAMM in Asheville, NC.  Stay tuned!

Mohican 100

Mohican MTB 100 is a 100 mile loop that starts out in Loudenville, OH, spans 4 counties with 11,000+ feet of climbing along mostly singletrack, doubletrack or dirt roads.  It was by far the most beautiful NUE race I have done!  The time on my bike flew by as I explored the remote and scenic areas in the rolling hills of Mohican Country. The singletrack was super twisty with challenging rock gardens thrown in to make sure you were awake.  The torrential downpour they had the day before made the first half of the day extremely muddy and slick with a couple straight up hike-a-bike sections that were even hard to walk up!  Off-cambered wet, slimy roots just kept trying to throw me off my bike.  There were many stinger climbs lasting nearly a mile with elevation gains of 300+ feet.  Overall, the majestic beauty of the land and the camaraderie of the folks out there allowed me to have this smile after the race.

There were events...events that cost me time and happiness.  My spirit was crushed at the end of this race.  I thought I was going to set a PR.  Everything was going great leading up to this race; good training rides, I spent time with the snake rocks, my nutrition was golden, and I was feeling more excitement than dread about the day ahead of me.  I had read about the course, knew what to expect, planned my aid stops, and was prepared for the brisk 50 degree start.  I really do try to have a good attitude when the the unexpected happens because that's just part of mountain biking.  Most of the fun in the sport is living through the challenges, making lasting memories, and coming out a tougher rider in the end.  I realize now that you can only make so memories in one day, when the bad ones start to push the good ones out of the way, it just becomes demoralizing.

About 1.5 hrs into the race the singletrack opens up to doubletrack and you are SURROUNDED by a forest of huge cedar trees about a foot from each other.  The forest floor beneath my tires was soft old needles that made a slight crunching noise as we rode.  It smelled like the inside of a log cabin. I wanted to bottle up that moment and save it for a rainy day, the BEST memory of the day.  What followed this was the worst memory of the day.  Near the end of this section I found myself leading a pack of about 10 guys, we were riding 2 abreast at a comfortable pace.  All of a sudden I hear this guy say, "passing on your right."  I had a guy on my left, and there was clearly no room to pass on my right, but I wasn't the one to make that judgement call.  So, the guy begins to pass me and his pedal clips my back wheel and he is thrown off balance, wobbling side to side for a second or two until he finally reaches out with his left hand to grab something to avoid a crash landing.  In the meantime I am yelling at him to "let go!" and "get off me!!"  Well, he ended up grabbing my butt, got a handful of my bike shorts, and ripped them to shreds as he fell over. I am still amazed that I stayed upright.  I felt the immediate breeze back there and reached back to cover my exposure, but there was nothing left! I had a waist bad and a leg band, but nothing in between!  The other guy behind me said, "yah, he ripped your shorts pretty bad".  I had to pull over to assess the situation, and all those guys passed me, including the molester!  It was bad. My right butt cheek was entirely exposed, my chamois shifted forward and to the left (not where I needed it), and my crack was exposed when I stood to climb.  I was humiliated!  I had nothing to tie around my waist, no bandanna, no safety pins, nothing.  I was gonna have to ride like that for 10 more hours!  I don't know why, but I stood there for about 5 minutes wondering what the heck I was going to do. More people just kept on passing me.  I had to press on, and just show my ass.

It didn't take long for my humility to turn to anger.  I was mad at that guy for ruining my race, I was mad that he didn't apologize, I was mad that it was his fault, but yet he gets to ride in perfectly sewn shorts that cover his butt!  I will never take my shorts for granted.  I wanted to give him a piece of my mind and get the apology that I deserved, so I hunted him down.  I passed people one by one in a fury that was new to me.  I started climbing up these mild switchbacks and I saw him on the trail above me...game on.  Passing 4 more people I finally made it up to him.  After having all that time to think of what I was going to say, I exploded and went Rachel Redneck on him!  I did not cuss or say mean things to him, but I did not stop talking until I got an apology.  He laughed at me, gave me a halfway apology, then wrecked BAD right before my eyes.  He was on his back, bike in the woods, and looked stunned.  It was then that I shut up.  I stared him in the eyes as I passed, and after I saw he was breathing, I may or may not have said something about karma.  I never saw him again. 

Aid 1, mile 20, I spend way too much time trying to find someone or something that I can patch my shorts up with...nothing.

Aid 2, mile 34, same scenario, more minutes wasted, and my butt is still hanging out of my shorts.  It was interesting being the girl everyone was talking about and staring at.  I made sure that my story was known because for some reason I didn't want people to think that it was my lack of bike-handling skills that cause me to wreck and rip my shorts.  I had been pleased with the way I was handling my bike.  I was starting to think my exposure was a good tactic, I was making lots of friends and no one was really wanting to pass me!  I kept thinking about girls that wear string bikinis on a very populated beach, and since that is acceptable...well, it made me feel somewhat better.

Aid 3, mile 46, I had stopped twice already to re-apply chamois butter, but the way my chamois was pulling to the left I was chafing in a way I never thought possible.  I had to fix my shorts.  I wasted more time asking around for items to patch me up, still nothing. I found a peaceful corner and emptied my camelbak in search of anything I could use.  I found superglue. It was part of my tire patch kit.  I exhausted the tube on my butt and it soon became part of my bike short patch kit. Aside from pulling my shorts in a weird way, it worked!  It wasn't until mile 80 that I noticed it coming undone and at that point I didn't care.  Here it is:

Please appreciate your shorts.  Some of you are probably wondering where my team shorts are and thinking, "well, your team shorts wouldn't have torn."  It was a last minute decision.  I was already dealing with saddle sores and chafing from the week prior and I needed the extra cush and comfort these shorts provided.  Any more questions, feel free to contact me directly.  Molester, if you are reading this, you owe me a pair of shorts!

Since this post is already way too long, I will briefly sum up the next 2 bad events.  At Aid 3 they  lost my aid bag that I desperately needed.  I was forced to eat solid food from the aid table that never did sit well with me.  Finally, this guy hands me my bag and says that he found it in the trash can.  Wonderful.  So, as I am placing my powder in my camelbak and replacing my flask I hear someone say, "don't forget to take a left turn out of the aid station".  Well, after spending about 20 minutes at that aid, I plow out of there, head down, and take my left, following 3 other guys.  About 2-3 miles down the road I see 100k written in orange on the road.  Crap.  I turn around, ask a fellow rider, and learn that the 100 milers take a right out of that aid 3.  More lost time.

Around mile 66 there is a long section of rails to trails.  I was with a group of 7 guys and we had a fantastic pace line going, sharing the work, until we were stopped by a roped off covered bridge.  The gate keeper said the bridge was closed and gave us directions on how to go around.  We politely turn around, cover the 5 miles we had just done, and get back to an intersection when we realized that we had missed the first turn the guy told us to take.  By this time our group of 8 had grown to about 15 as we turned others around telling them the bridge was closed.  Then we started thinking about why the bridge was closed.  One guy said that it looked like a wedding was going on.  At that point we had decided to be wedding crashers.  We had no idea where we were and we were racing.  We went back to bridge, talked to the gate keeper, we walked our bikes over the bridge, rode through the 15 people attending/taking part in the wedding, said congrats to the bride and groom, got many dirty looks, and were on our way.  Our pace line continued to be a success and I spent token after token in attempt to stay with that group because I did not want to get dropped.  I found out later that many racers rode straight through the wedding while vows were being said and rings were being placed.  That explained the dirty looks we got, it was at least over when we arrived.  So, more lost time.

Around mile 72 you start the hill repeats.  There are six of them, and they are straight up for a mile or so.  I was coming unglued.  I wanted to  make up time, but I couldn't climb fast enough.  A guy slowly crept up behind me and said, "looks like we're the last 2 out here."  That is not what I wanted to hear.  I passed ole' Pessimistic Pete and threw my own little pity party as I watched the time pass way too fast.

My final time was 11 hours 13 minutes.  I was 12th out of 19 open women.  I finished!  I dealt with the demons and came out on top (kind of).  I am a little less modest and lot tougher after this race.  I am better at taking what I am dealt and rolling with it.  AND, I will always have superglue in my camelbak.

Good Ride!

Today was one of those rides where everything felt good!  We rode up on Racoon, and there are these spots that seem to give me trouble from time to time.  On bad days, I don't clear any of these spots, the ride sucks, I'm in a foul mood, and I can't wait to be done. In these spots there is usually a rock or two involved and most of the time the rocks win.  If I wreck, it's a failed attempt.  If I put a foot down, it's a failed attempt.  If I get stopped and have to restart, it's a failed attempt.  Today there were NO failed attempts!  I cleared EVERY single one of my headache spots, I felt nice and strong on the climbs, and my finger-time on the brake levers was less than it normally was.  I am starting to just used to the heat of the summer and I enjoyed every minute I was on my bike.  These smiles are hard to come by after a hot and nasty ride!

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Syllamos 125k

Well, now I can say that I've ridden in the Ozark's!   Syllamos Revenge 125k is 75 miles of singletrack treat!  If you like riding on marbles and glass (slick glass and broken glass), then these trails are for you!  If I lived in or around Mountain View, Arkansas, I would ride those trails every week, and become a super bike handler.  It really is something to have that much singletrack at your fingertips.  The rock is mostly limestone, which breaks easily and leaves sharp edges exposed. There were so many flats!!  I don't think I've ever seen so many people having tire issues!  Out of our group of 8 people, Robin had 5 flats, Mike had 3, Lee had one, and I had one.  I had a huge hole puncture in my rear tire, and I was able to plug it McIver-style, add some glue, add some air, and it carried me to the finish 55 miles later.  I descended much more cautiously on that plug, picking out the smoothest line possible where normally I would just plow straight down.  I also stopped every so often just to feel my pressure to make sure I wasn't loosing air.  I really did not want to have to put a tube in.  Last week when we were riding Snake, I flatted on my other bike and Tim used that as a "seminar opportunity" in hopes of making me a faster flat-fixer.  I'm still slower than average when it come to putting a tube in the rear wheel, and I would have lost precious time, not that I'm anywhere near podium potential, but that would have meant sitting there while all the people I just passed, passed me right back.  That is the most frustrating thing about dealing with a mechanical.

There were sections of loose slate-rock gardens, then there were larger limestone tabletops (not always flat) that you are climbing on and off, and I am told all of that was pretty slick last year when it was wet.  Thankfully, conditions were much drier yesterday.  When you weren't climbing up and over rocks you were ripping through briars and poison ivy where the next 10 feet was a surprise because you couldn't see it.  There were switchbacks, beautiful views, and fun flowing downhill sections that you were able to gear up and peddle all the way through.  The course was marked well which was a great thing for me since I went into this race rather blindly.  Since it was just 75 miles, I guess I took it a little less-seriously than a 100-miler.  I normally study the course and elevation map, read past reviews, memorize Robin Oscar's notes from the previous year, interview the Simrils, and know what's coming before I get there.  I didn't really do that this race, so every descent, climb, and technical section was a surprise and if I did take a wrong turn, I would have been LOST! 

At mile 50 you either took a right turn to go to the finish line (for the shorter kiddie race), or you went straight to complete LAP 2.  Just starting a "LAP 2" was just completely demoralizing at that point.  I was kind of hoping Tim would be waiting there to escort me down to the finish...he wasn't, so I went straight and searched for a better attitude.  I found one and the race mentality returned!  I caught up to my friend Lorenda, who I had yo-yo'ed with earlier which ended when she passed me while I was fixing my flat.  Seeing her revived me and we rode strong together for awhile, passing guys that weren't looking so hot.  I left her on a climb thinking for sure I'd see her again since she is such a strong descender, but later she said her legs were just "done" at that point.  So, back to riding by myself.

The aid stations were super helpful, especially in the beginning (at aid 3 I had one guy filling my camelbak with ice & water while another was putting ice down my back), but in the later part of the day you could tell their excitement had long worn off.  We had to get 4 different color bracelets from certain checkpoints and when I came in for my last bracelets, the aid workers were MIA, tending to the 15 racers sprawled out in the chairs that had dnf'ed for one reason or another.  I yelled, "bracelets, who has the bracelets?"  Finally a guy came running, and while he apologized he slide that last little yellow charm on my wrist.  I had just 12 more miles to go.  At this point my legs felt ok, it was my shoulders and hands that were killing me.  I also had a headache, and it was mostly from the jarring my body had received all day from the rocky terrain.  The heat was also an issue, every cloud that gave us respite was welcome.

My new bike was fabulous!!  Shifting was flawless, love the 2 x 10 setup, the stiff thru axle was noticed, and she was rearing to go the entire race, even through creeks and sandpits.  Isla was a star!  She got many stares as well, I think many were jealous of her beauty! 

The results are in!  56 out of 157 racers finished!  That just shows how brutal it was out there; Syllamo showed no  mercy on anyone!  I finished in 10:03, 6th out of 9 open women.  It was a long day.  An adventure, and that's why I do these distances.  What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.  Next on the books is Mohican 100 in 2 weeks...stay tuned!

Superfood Salad!

Yes, it does make you super strong and it may give you super powers, you'll have to find that out for yourself.  Since I had all this time to get updated on blog posts, I thought, "hum, maybe I'll share what I've been eating all week, since it is SUPER good!"  So, my 2 readers, prepare to get up and go to the kitchen because after reading this you will be hungry.  Tim has been out of town this week, so I knew I wasn't going to be doing any cooking.  I had this salad last week at Greenlife, so I went back to get some more for dinner Monday night and they didn't have it. :( The good lady behind the counter printed me the ingredients and I went shopping.  Here it is:

Kale (I used red kale I got from Chattanooga market on Sunday)
Blueberries
soybeans
napa cabbage (greenlife was out, so I used red cabbage)
carrots
red onion
grape tomatoes
goji berries
cashews (I used raw cashews)
sunflower seeds

superfood dressing: canola oil (I used grapeseed oil), acai juice, apple cider vinegar, salt, garlic, pepper, cayenne pepper.

You'll have to play with the amounts. My dressing wasn't quite the same as Greenlife's, but I also chose to used very little oil.  As you can see, I made a huge batch and ate on it all week.  I feel fueled and ready for SYLLAMO'S Revenge this weekend! Stay tuned for the race report. (I will try to make it next week and not next month.) :)

Tanasi

May 6, 2012

Emily, Paula, me, and Kym

The 5th race of the SERC series is at Tanasi on trails I  know and love. That last time I did this race was way back in 2000, and I lined up with about 10 other beginners holding onto my 30 lb. bike, trying not to throw up.  I  was super relaxed this time around, hoping for a podium spot, but also understood that my legs were still fatigued from 3 State 3 Mountain the day before.  It was a good first ride for Isla (my new bike). She climbed and rode like a champ.  I'm sure there were many times that she wished for a faster rider because I just wasn't pushing her hard enough.  I gave it my best, finishing fourth.  I guess I was a little too laid back in the beginning because I didn't even think about my calories.  I only had water in my camelbak & didn't even think to eat until about halfway through the second lap...too late at that point.  I could really feel the deficit.  I was upset at myself for overlooking a very important component to racing, nutrition!  Overall, it was a great day to be on the bike.  US Stove/Vantaggio had lots of good representation, totally dominating the podium!  One day maybe I'll be up there with you guys!

That's Kym on top, Paula came in 3rd, and Catherine in 4th.  Emily did an awesome job as well and would have been in this picture, but she was being interviewed at the time it was taken.

New Bike!

May 6, 2012

Oh my goodness...you could just stare at her for hours!  Isla, the Superfly 100 Pro.  The sparkle of the carbon fibers in the sunlight and the blingy shocks just scream, "Get me 'otta here and onto some dirt!"  Her and I will have lots of fun times this year.  I'm racing her tomorrow at Tanasi and I can't wait to see what it's going to feel like climbing on such a light bike, SRAM XX components really cut down on the weight. A part of me wants to hang her up on my living room, so I can just look at her for countless hours and keep her sparkling clean forever.  I think I'm really going to like having my front shock lock-out button on my handlebar, very easy to access.  Usually I don't even mess with locking out my fork on climbs because I forget to unlock it, and I'll remember this halfway down a hairy descent (because it feels way too rough) at the moment when its vital to keep both hands on the bar and/or brakes.  Not the best time to be reaching down to turn a knob on your fork.  Also, I'm excited to test out the added stiffness the thru-axle is going to provide, supposed to be 35% stiffer!  Thanks to Taylor at Trek Store of Chattanooga for doing such a fabulous job on the build

3 State 3 Mountain

May 5, 2012

3 State 3 Mountain is an annual ride (25th anniversary) put on by the Chattanooga Bicycle Club, and has grown into a fairly large ride throughout the years, usually maxing out its allotted occupancy. This year the century course was changed due to the demolition of the Haletown Bridge. We climbed Aetna Mtn. (TN), Ladd's Mtn. (not one of the 3 but it's a big enough stinger & should be recognized), Sand Mtn. (AL), and Lookout Mtn. (GA). We got rained on, but it was while climbing Sand Mtn., the perfect time! It was rather refreshing! To make up some distance with the course change, we stayed on the rollers of Sand Mtn.for many, many miles going through Bryant, Flat Rock, and Ider, AL. The wind was killer up there! We were fortunate enough to be in a fairly large group where we all took turns pulling and resting. The last climb of the day was Burkhalter Gap Road, 2.3 miles, and the last quarter mile or so is 18-20% grade. In years past I have really struggled in the climb, one year I stopped, got off my bike, took off my shoes, and walked up in my socks! Hilarious!! This year it didn't seem that bad. I mean, it HURT, but not like I remember it hurting in years past.

I finished the 100 mile ride in 5 hours 40 minutes, a PR for me. This wasn't a race against others, but it was a race against myself, to measure my improvement. I met lots of new friends and had a great time. On the Tuesday night ride after this, I met a guy from FL that came up here for the week with 10 of his buddies just to do 3 State. They were spending their week of vacation in Chattanooga to ride their bikes!! How cool is that? I need to remember that on those days where I really don't feel like training, or I'm bored with my same old routes. I really do take Chattanooga for granted sometimes. Anyway, good day, good ride, good people, and a good leg sting for the rest of the night!

Cohutta 100

April 28

Race weekend started Friday evening with a short drive up to the Ocoee White Water Center for packet pick-up and aid station bag check-in. Upon gathering my aid station items, I came across a busted gel flask at the bottom of my bag. HUGE mess, and 4 hours of nutrition GONE. Note to self: bring entire bottle of gel to race.  Good thing my bike bag contains a vast collection of things I "might" need, because in it I found an extra half-way filled flask!  Who knows how long it had been in there.  I did the smell/taste test, still the same. Kind of reminds me of space food...I don't think that stuff ever spoils.  So, got my bags checked, checked into our cabin, met up with the Simrils, got the bike tuned & oiled, and gear laid out for the morning. After many laughs and unsettled nerves for me, I got into bed and was fast asleep.

The next morning I woke up an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off, and just thought of the impending doom.  I had plenty of time for my morning rituals; forced my coffee and breakfast down, and prayed my nervous stomach would soon settle.  My goal for this race was to just finish, preferably in a shorter time then Shenandoah took.  Since this was my second 100 mile race ever and it contained way more elevation gain than I had ever done in one day (14,000 feet!), I wasn't sure what my legs were going to do to me.  I used the same nutrition plan I used for Fools Gold and Shenandoah since it worked (at least I've got something figured out.)  The start was very similar to a XC race, 0 to 60 in 30 seconds, and it was a 2 mile climb on the road to the singletrack entrance of Brush Creek.  I quickly found myself on the verge of throwing up and it was hard to control my breathing, so I slowed down and let what seemed like the entire field pass me, and settled into a rhythm.  I did not dare look behind me,  I was afraid I would see 1 or 2 people...on tricycles.  I found out later that there were actually a good number of people behind me and it was also good to hear that everyone else felt a little "death" on that climb.

Brush Creek was fun; unfortunately because I was with a large pack of people, the pace was set for me.  I had to keep a little distance in front of me because of the "fumblers" I had ended up behind.  Since I knew the course pretty well, I was able to predict the sections that would slow them down, and I was able to pass them rather smoothly.  That's pretty much how it was on all the singletrack.  Knowing the trails certainly helped me pick good passing spots uphill and downhill.  After bombing down poison ivy alley (AKA Westfork or Poplar Groove), we began the first of many gravel road climbs.  Thankfully, the meat of this race was an uneventful monotony.  I could sum it up by saying, "I climbed a gravel road for awhile, then had a great gravel road descent, then it went back up..."  You get the point.

We climbed the same mountain twice, taking hours each way, separated by a couple of miles of singletrack, looking at mostly the same little bits of gravel of all shapes and sizes.  In my hallucinating mind I saw many bear (tree stumps), snakes (squiggly sticks), diamonds (quartz rocks), bats (butterflies), turtles (rocks), and a panther up in a tree (tree limb that fell and almost hit me).  I started to loose a couple of brain cells while climbing back up Potato Patch Mountain, and the flying insects were out in full swing as usual.  Good thing I had my insect repellent!  Yes, I tucked a small thing of "OFF" in my camelbak for this particular section because every time I have done this climb the flying/biting insects get pretty close to carrying me off.  Everything else I keep in my pack will remain a secret.

So, mile 75 goes by and I decide that I'm feeling alot better than I should be, and that's when my race began.  From Watson Gap to the finish I had fun spending what was left in my tank.  I passed people that had passed me much earlier in the day.  I used my secret weapon (3rd chainring) and passed many more people descending PP all the way to the campground.  I knew I could hurt BAD for 25 miles.  At the end of the gravel road my computer showed 96 miles, then we turned onto the last bit of singletrack.  We took the longish route, and somehow 4 extra miles got added into the mix.  I heard many saying at the end of the race that their computers said the same 104 miles, what's another 4 miles right?   With 3 miles to go I came upon a snake across the trail. I stopped and threw rocks and sticks at it, but it didn't budge.  I finally had to ride over it because I couldn't go around it.  The head was on my left side so I put that leg really high in the air.  If that snake was going to bite me, I was going to make him work for it.  I finished that race in 11 hours 40 minutes, an hour shorter than my Shenandoah time.  Not too shabby for a newbie like me...the improvement that is.  I've got a long way to go and this is only the beginning.

Mud Loves Company!

It's always an adventure when you're on top of a mountain, getting ready to start a mountain bike ride and you can see really dark clouds in the distance. Star says, "Oh, I think its moving towards Huntsville."  I just love her optimism!  Great, we were good.  Well, we were for about the first hour, then the rain started, and kept going for the next hour.  We slipped, slided, grinded our gears, ate mud, and got down right filthy!  It finally stopped raining when we were about 4 miles from the car, just enough time to get semi-dry.  Needless to say, we were a complete mess!  I don't mind riding in the rain, it's good training to deal with race day conditions.  On race day, anything goes and you've got to deal with it, even if you know it's going to completely destroy your drivetrain.  Thankfully, on this day I had a friend to experience adventure with; we were the better for it.  Many people I know would have looked at those clouds and got back in the car. Not Star! She's an adventure racer! Her and I made lemonade out of lemony weather that that day!

Tsali Knobscorcher

April 1

I did a couple of the SERC series races back  in 2000 when I started riding mountain bikes.  I was a total beginner and EVERY race was hard to me then. College and a full-time job kept me busy from 2001 on, so sadly my XC racing career lasted all of 2 years.  When I started racing mountain bikes again last year I dove right into the longer races since I enjoyed the sense of "epic adventure" they offered.  So, for the past year I have done longer, more endurance-type racing...very different from anything in the SERC series.  Knowing that I am a lot more fit now than I was in 2000, I was thinking that this Knobscorcher would be a cakewalk. I was so wrong! I am used to getting my heart rate up, setting a certain pace, and settling in, plodding away the endless miles.  The knobscorcher would not allow such a thing. I had to concentrate on staying "pegged", reminding myself that I was RACING, and that means that I need to be passing people, not getting passed. I managed to fight and suffer for 3rd place
 in the sport category. 

I met lots of fun people at this race and was amazed at all the talent.






Kym, Catherine, and Paula all had podium spots as well. I feel so lucky to have such fast rock stars on my team! They are fantastic role models for a newbie like me!

US Stove/ Trek p/b Vantaggio Rocks!

March 24, 2012



I just love it when all of us girls get together and tear up some trail! We rode some good stuff up at the Ocoee on Saturday and Railed Racoon on Sunday.  Tim was kind enough to shoot some team pictures of us before we got nasty.  What a fun weekend this was!

Park City

March 5, 2012

Early March we got to spend a week in Park City, Utah at The Canyons.  We went with 12 other friends and had the best time!  We were standing in line at the lift first thing in the morning, we ate & drank items from our packs throughout the day, and were usually the last ones off the runs at the end of the day.  This is what we did for 5 straight days! IT WAS AWESOME! No bad wrecks, all gear worked wonderfully, and we had lots of good memories with friends. It was a fantastic trip! 

All of the snowy cold weather made me think of all of the warm cozy stoves that US Stove makes.  The best way to end a full day snowboarding it to curl up next to one of these puppies with a hot cup of chocolate in hand.

Trail Running

March 2012




Snake Creek Gap Marks the end of longish trail runs on the weekend. I usually take a little break from the bike in the Winter and RUN most of my trail miles in my cushy shoes.  No helmet, no gears, & no pack; just me and the earth...and maybe a dog or two.  It is reviving!   When it's really cold out, I think it's easier to generate body heat with a good run as opposed to a bike ride.  I am miserable riding with numb feet and hands, which happens even with the warmest gear possible.  I can zone out and let my body just go at a steady pace.  So, here is a little fairwell to the long hours of pounding the dirt with my Brooks Pure Grits, and hello to long weekend hours on my Superfly 100. 

Snake Creek Gap Time Trial Series

Last year I was listening to people talk about this series, and I heard things like this: "It was so cold the water in my camelbak froze and I didn't drink the entire race", "The river only came up to my hip this year, maybe next year I can tape my trash bags a little better", "The last 7 miles is all rock garden and the rocks get bigger and bigger as you progress", " I had 5 mechanicals, and only 2 flat tires this year!"
Does this sound like a race you would want to do? Nah, I'll pass. But, since Tim did the 17 mile option last year I thought, "surely I can do one of the 3 time trial events and suffer for 17 miles...maybe the March race since it may be a little warmer."
Well, I'm not sure what happened to that girl, but somehow someone has talked some crazy into her and this year she ended up doing all three 34 mile races in Jan, Feb, & Mar, and even has the belt buckle to prove it! I have come a long way!

The race in January was unusually warmer than I was expecting (30-40 degrees), the creek was only knee deep, and the trail was somewhat dry.  The February race was very muddy & the creek was much higher, but I was still able to pedal through it.  I dealt with chain suck the entire race and had to replace my entire drive train afterwards.  The March race was again, a huge mudfest, but mechanically my bike worked like a well-oiled machine. The creek was waist deep, I hit a hidden hole, got stopped & just walked the rest of the way across.  Again, not a big deal since it was warm enough to not worry about hypothermia. I had trouble staying in "race-mode" for these races because of the staggered start. I rode with the Motor Mile guys to the start line, so that meant that I went off before the shuttle bus got there.  That also meant that all the fast guys on the shuttle bus eventually passed me, which became demoralizing, and I was only racing the clock which is hard to do since you can't even see it!  I did pass some racers, which was a highlight, but soon forgotten after I just kept getting passed.  My times for all 3 races were 4:35, 4:23, 4:13. So, I did get faster even though the conditions got worse.  My last time landed me a 3rd place finish in women 30+, so I got a little podium spot...

 AND a very cool trophy!

It was good to get out there and hurt so early in the year.  Good times!

Southern Cross February 25, 2012

With the Winter training coming to an end, and the Spring excitement of a new race season around the corner, sometimes you just gotta get out and RACE!! Me (& Tim), Paula & Star drove down to Dahlonega, GA for a 50 mile endurance cross race called Southern Cross.  You can use a cyclocross bike or mountain bike, but they say the course favors cross bikes since it is mostly gravel roads with some spectator-friendly cyclocross goodies thrown in. I had the hardest time deciding what bike to ride for this event.  I got my cyclocross bike last Fall, haven't raced on it, but I've taken it on some recovery rides up Lookout Mtn. via the Guild Trail. On the other hand, I am bonded to my Trek Superfly 100 Pro.  That is the bike I will be riding for the rest of the year, on all my 100 mile races & I am comfortable on that bike.  So, I raced the first endurance cross race of the year on my knobby-tire-full-suspension-cadi. I flew past many on the gravel road descents & was thankful for those fat tires everytime I spotted someone changing a flat (I saw about 20).  All those I did pass seemed to pass me on the last 7 miles of paved road, I was cursing those tires then, as it felt like someone was holding onto my bike jersey while telling me to pedal fast. Oh well.

 I did give it my all, left nothing out on the course, and had fun in the process. I was 13th out of 28 open women with a time of 4:25.