Pedaling for Peanuts...

      After a long dry spell off the bike, I got the urge to pedal as hard as I could again. I found a neat sounding little grassroots race up in Wilmington called "Pedaling for Peanuts". It was for a good cause, and it was on trails in the Wilmington area which I had yet to explore, so I was definitely considering it. I started to talk myself out of it a week ago as I did not feel like I was entirely ready for 6 hours solo on the bike yet, but I really wanted to ride. Then, I got a invite to race with an old friend, Marshall Brown, on his Team Yellow Flies as his current partner had to drop out. It did not take me long to decide as this really sounded like a great idea based on my current fitness. I actually mentioned the race to a friend of mine, Justin, who went for it hook, line, and sinker. We trucked up to Myrtle Beach and met up with Marshall and proceeded to catchup along the way. He actually knew of another guy racing this weekend from Charleston, whom I had yet to meet, Ed Thomasson. Funny how many people in common we seem to know....

   When I got our pit setup, met Ed and the others,and Marshall and myself registered,  I started to wonder whether or not my current setup was a good idea based on all this talk of roots, sand and tight turns...I have been pushing myself since the "Great ORAMM Disaster of 2010" to focus on riding taller gears, standing up and hammering more and quit wimping out on climbs by sitting in the saddle and spinning...Instead, I have been riding a super tall gear on the flats of Charleston of 42x12 and found this to be quite a nice bit of resistance.  I even rode this gearing on our local trails at Marrington and found it to be one heck of a tough exercise.  Thus, I went with the tallest compromise I thought possible: 34x17...which was about 57 gear inches...I was worried about the gearing, the fact that I chose to ride fully rigid, and went with a fatter front tire.  Only time on the trail would answer all of my questions.

   I volunteered Marshall to go out for the first lap since I kind of did not want to go out too hard and punish myself right away.  Nonetheless, the team style LeMans start had me doing the running and Marshall waiting on me.  It was hard to run that fast since I had not sprinted in a long time...I came in second in the sprint and gave the baton to Marshall and off he went into the woods in a great position.  I went, sucking for air, back to the tent as the running really worked me over.  It felt weird to sit back and wait as I am usually going strong once they yell go until I can't go any further or the end of the race, whichever comes first.  Then out of nowhere, here comes Marshall looking strong, and before I know it, I am charging through the woods floating over roots and pumping over the hills.  I felt great, the gearing was perfect, and my legs were holding strong.  The trail was super tight, twisty, rootier than I imagined and a bit sandy in all the wrong places.  Nonetheless, I felt ready for this environment since our local trails share some similar conditions.  I flew through the switchback climbs standing up and out of the saddle on every climb.  This trail twisted so much that I completely lost my orientation after about 5 miles in.  I then simply followed the markings and hoped I was still on the right trail.  After what seemed like 10 miles, I popped back out of the woods and into the pits to a surprised Marshall who did not expect me back so soon.  I jokingly heckled him to get his gear on and move it!  He jumped back into action and I went back to the pits for a bit of downtime.  I got antsy after about 5 minutes and wanted to get back out there and race which was a good sign that I recovered from that lap quickly and was ready for more. 

My next door pit neighbors, Ed and his crew had cooked some great food and I found myself nibbling and eating stuff I never tried in the middle of a race.  Marshall came back out in consistent time and off I went for my second lap.  I took off strong and immediately wrapped around a tall berm too hard and my low pressure tire got wrenched off my wheel by a nasty root.  I heard the bead pop and the tire went limp.  I went sliding off the bike to the right and got up staring at the tire not knowing what action to take.  After a moment, I decided to pick up the bike and run back to the pits since they were about 50 feet away.  I got back, popped the bead back on with a CO2 quickflate, and re-did my lap.  I was about 7-10 minutes down after all of this and still managed to put in a good lap, but unknowing of our current position.  Marshall then went out on his third lap still looking strong.  I sat back and started replenishing my water and sugars with my Honey Stinger goodies.  All of the new stuff from Honey Stinger tastes better than ever and am really happy I stick with these products for my race nutrition.  After an unusually long wait, I noticed a few teams coming through which I knew were behind us.  Then more teams, and Justin flies through once again looking really strong, whom I heard had one of the fastest lap times of the day.  I started to worry as I was cooling down fast.  I finally hear from Ed's teammate, Spencer, that Marshall had a mechanical and his seat came off.  I wonder what Marshall is doing and whether or not I need to start the lap over to get things moving.  Before I make any decisions, Marshall comes riding up telling me he has been standup riding for the last 2 miles...yikes!  I tell him to try and get his bike fixed before I return and set off on another great, fast and consistent lap.  My legs once again felt fantastic!  I arrive to find Marshall worried as he was not able to fix his bike and does not know what to do.  I ask him if he still wants to ride and if he wants to use my bike.  He definitely wants to ride and pedals off on my bike with a worried look on his face.  I also start to worry that he is going to get fully punished out there on my bike since it is a singlespeed, fully rigid and not setup for his riding style.  I lay back in the pits fairly certain I will not see Marshall again until well after the cutoff time since he is riding a different bike.  Justin comes by shortly after looking very strong and I hear rumors that he is the predicted winner by about 20 minutes!  I go next door and grab me a plate of some of the best pasta I have eaten in quite some time and savor the tastes.  I feel like I had about 4 more hours of pedal time left in my body and am happy to know I am in great shape for the fall season.  Then shocker #1 happens, Justin comes crawling out of the woods way too soon with reports of full body cramping and no desire to be on the course any longer, first place gone.  Shocker#2 happens shortly afterwards; Marshall comes screaming out of nowhere with 5 minutes to go before cutoff time.  He is smiling from ear to ear mentioning something about how awesome my bike is and how much he now loves singlespeeds....another converted soul for the singlespeed army!  I take off and then stop short at the checkin area to determine if going out on another lap will change anything...they tell me no since we lost positions because of those mechanicals earlier.  I call it a day and coast back to the pits.  No podium once again, but it was an excellent day for lap racing.  It was hot, humid and one heck of a tough, rooty trail, but fun was had. 

Thanks to Marshall for calling me out to be on his team. 
Cheers to Ed, Spencer, Jeremy, and their wonderful wives for the good food!

Looking forward to more fun races!

2009 Catawba Riverfront Classic

This weekend, I got to break my new steed in, the Salsa Selma, at the Charlotte National Whitewater Center. Their annual XC mountain bike race was being held, the Catawba Riverfront Classic. Brad Phillips and I made the journey to represent Charleston and the Lowcountry Fat Tire Freaks. It was a great event with a decent turnout. I raced singlespeed division for the first time. It was harder than I thought it would be...First mistake made was surfing in the ocean for about 2.5 hours in rough surf the day before. I drove up to the event still sore from paddling for such an extended period of time. The waves were really fun though and you just don't always get days like this in the Lowcountry. I knew this would affect my performance on raceday, but I really did not know by how much. At the start line there it was hard to concentrate on getting my raceface on with so many COOL singlespeeds all around me...Bianchi, LiteSpeed, another Salsa! It was a sight to see...The announcer counted down 5...3...1..Go! We went from chatty, to dead silent, then into action we sped...wait, not me, I slipped a pedal. I tried again, and could not clip in to my eggbeaters...I laughed, and tried one last time..CLIP, I was in! Unreal, missed clipin off the start, not good...Then, with some explosive BMX-style speed, I cranked through the crowd up into 2nd. Into the singletrack I went holding 2nd strong. I kept thinking all the while, this is some insane speed...I must throttle back soon, but I couldn't with so many riders bearing down on my back! I drafted 1st place and after a mile he made a mistake and crashed into the bushes, just like that I had 1st! I cranked harder than ever, cleaning climbs I had previously been walking and just had total control of the race situation. I started to get far enough ahead that I could no longer hear others behind me. I then started to realize I may have first wrapped up! 5 miles in and still clearly in 1st! While fantasizing about 1st place trophies, I came upon my first obstacle; last place women's expert racer...She was going at a strange moderate pace which had me confused because I suddenly thought I was back in a major endurance race where a slow moderate pace is key. I let off the gas momentarily and started to feel the effects of my efforts...my body was hurting! I then realized I had to pass this person. I made myself noticed and she finally let me by, but I knew that I had lost a lot of time to my pursuers...I cranked it up again, but felt my lungs burning and my arms were stinging from yesterday's surf session. I reached my cruising speed once again and held it for about half a mile before being overcome by a singlespeeder who had finally caught up with me. He came by breathing hard and simply said..."that was one heck of a strong start!". I said thanks and watched him overtake me and continue cruising along. I kept on his tail and focused on simply working on him until the end where I could possibly sprint finish, but it was too far away to know what would happen next...
We both rode up upon yet another women's expert rider...Same kind of pace, but with a bit more struggle. Still hurting all over from going out so strong, this slowing of pace was comforting, but the guy in front of me was determined to pass her...MY second mistake. I should have also passed that person with no hesitation, but I did not and it cost me. He took off after his pass and I slipped in behind her for a bit longer trying to find my pace. I settled into a pace hoping my other pursuer's would be doing the same, but more more than 1/4 mile further did another singlespeed demon come into view. I then started to panic and realized I had to make my move now. I passed and tried to get away, but a pack of 3 were now on my tail. It seemed the slower expert woman from earlier had made her move and was gunning for the gold. She was also pulling along a singlespeeder in her draft. I was immediately left in 3rd position. I was crushed. I then tried for the remainder of the race to chase these guys down. About 2/3rds of the way in I almost had them, only to lose my legs to poor nutrition since I had not been thinking clearly at all. With this blanket of heat around us, I had forgotten to drink constantly, and it was past time for some more Endurolytes and Heed. My arms started cramping, my legs started twanging like guitar strings. I fed myself and waited for the assimilation process to occur and within a mile, I was somewhat back in action, but with time and distance lost, I had to focus on simply maintaining my position. I rolled in at 1:49minutes for about 19 miles...3rd place. no more no less... Valuable Lessons ReLearned. Fortunately this race was on my training calendar simply for upcoming events like Cowbell Challenge and ORAMM. Time for a light spin to spew all the bad stuff out!

Did I mention Brad Phillips got 2nd in Sport Men? A very strong finish was witnessed. Impressive! Cheers to the State Champion!


My Garmin Edge Recap:

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Cheers!