Mountain bike racing season. They all generally start at the same time, end at roughly the same time, and have their ups and downs...sometimes more of one than the other. We train, we suffer, there are setbacks, rewards and ideally some good fortune along the way. 2011 included all of that and then some. It was a mental contest as much as a physical test...a time and motivation challenge.  And in then end, it all worked out all right.

Things started fast. I distinctly recall DT stepping on the gas at one of our farm rallies early in the year. It was a bit of a shock to the system and I pinged him afterwards to see what it was all about. “Time to get serious.” Or something to that effect. I admit that it seemed a little premature to my still-happy-to-be-spinning legs, but I went with it.

The first go at the Snotcycle in late January was an adventure: failing to process how far the race really was from my abode, driving in some not-great conditions, and then racing in half a foot of snow. It was a serious early season challenge that I was unaccustomed to.

Lots of walking, and falling.

I walked away pleased with 2nd place and a nice pair of socks to keep my then frozen toes warm. From then on, there was plenty of rallying, and a good bit of winning. No need to go into great detail here, partially because the details elude me, but I was sitting comfortably atop the Virginia Off Road Series (VORS) Singlespeed standings after a handful of races. As the  Middle Mountain Momma approached, I felt pretty confident. I had done a double ascent out in the Hills o’ Dyke in 34x19. Times were good. May 5th arrived and I was unsure of what race to ride, the XXC or the XC. Despite the encouragement of my friends to hit the XX, I caved to the pressure of VORS standings and I went w/ the XC race, as the XXC would net me nothing, VORS-wise.

As it turns out, racing at an XC pace in Douthat in 34x19 is hard. Very hard. I got dropped, blew a tire, and my spine. I exploded something in my back while cleaning a switchback late in the race. Things were bad in the weeks after. I’d rest, recover a bit, ride and then suffer. A 30 mile gravel ride one month after the Momma did me in. The spine was jacked. Hips were corked. I was laboring to walk. In hindsight, compensating for the original injury may be what did me in. But it didn’t matter. I was miserable.

There was talk of spinal injections, but I couldn’t get into that idea. At the recommendation of my brown skinned sugar plum,  I went to a sports-med chiro for a few weeks...maybe months...I lost track. I can’t say what ultimately got me fixed up...the abuse he put me through, or the series of focused stretching activities and a general awareness of posture and its direct impact on the nerve in my back that had been squeezed, twisted and tweaked, but I got back on the bike. One month after the disastrous gravel ride that did me in, I eased my way back, very conscientious of the situation in my lower lumbar. This was around July 1st. No chance I’d hit the 2nd race at Camp Hilbert, but the Chimney Chase on July 31? How could I not? So I got focused, and set my eyes on a competitive return.

The Chimney Chase would be my test. Hilbert3 was one week later. Despite missing Hilbert2, I could still win the series with a strong showing @ the last race of the series. But I had to get through the Chimney Chase, which I did. The hills hurt, the back was sore, but I rallied, took SS and felt OK doing it. I recovered and shifted my focus to the next Sunday. I felt confident, but as with any race, especially an SS race, it all depends on who shows up. And as luck would have it, one of the faster dudes that I know on a SS was there. I went out hard and led lap 1.

Heart rate through roof, 30 seconds in.

Lap 2 was a recovery lap. Still quick, but nothing like the Pro/Expert pace of lap 1. When lap 3 rolled around, my tank was empty. Mr. Speedy went by, quickly, and I settled for the 2 spot. On the upside, that was enough to get me the series win w/ the points from the victory @ H1. Bittersweet.

“Training” was hit or miss from then on. I’d rally when I got the chance, but finding good time or the motivation to train in the random other time that became available was a chore. I was still in 1st place in VORS, sorta wondering what would happen if I just sat out the rest of the season. I thought about partnering up for the 18 Hour race, but I decided against it. The Paranormal came around. Another race with no VORS implications for me. I arrived with the intention of rolling a lap or two, but mostly just taking pictures and some video. The Dude wasn’t having any of that. He partnered me up and sent me on my way. 4 laps and a few beers later, I went home. It was a good, low pressure shindig. Not nearly enough of that going on these days.

Some time in early November, I found a few race result sheets online and discovered I was no longer sitting atop the VORS Singlespeed standings. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t sting a little, having been in the driver’s seat all season. I conferred with those I confer with, trying to decide how much I really cared. The universal consensus: screw it. I didn’t need to win VORS. It was meaningless. I was fast. Riding was fun. And there were only two additional opportunities to get points: The 18 Hour race, which I had already sworn off due to a detailed cost/benefit analysis, and a newly introduced RRR Duathlon. Having not run a mile at speed in nearly a year, two 2.5 mile runs didn’t sound feasible. And as The Dude says, foot travel is miserable. So that was that. It took some effort, but I shrugged it off. It was a good season. Drink some beers. Move on already.

Problem is, I wasn’t really ready to hang it up. I had an opportunity to get it back. I chewed on some numbers, and realized that I wouldn’t even need to do that well @ the Du to get back on top. So I started running. Not real hard, and just a few times a week. I inched the mileage up faster than is generally recommended, but we aren’t talking about big numbers here... I think I topped out @ 5 miles. I did a few running intervals here and there. And I rallied every chance I got. I started feeling some quickness creeping into the legs. My final rally w/ DT before the race was a good one. He filled my head w/ delusions of grandeur, and I walked into Pocahontas feeling OK about myself.

And then I ran. Faster than I probably should have. I finished the first run around 9th. Got on the bike and rallied hard. Calves started to go near the end. Finished 3rd. Swapped shoes and went for another run. This hurt. Nerve pain in the foot. Quads and hammies on the verge of lock-out. I managed to baby-step myself to the finish, clinging to 3rd overall. And I got all the points I needed to get back in the VORS 1 spot. Pretty good day.  It took about 3 days for my legs to return to normal. It was a good burn though.

And now the season is really done. I didn’t cover as much ground as I have in years past, but the ground I did cover went by pretty fast. I hit new lows, and probably reached some new highs as well.  The VORS win feels good. I told myself early in 2011 that if/when I took the VORS singlespeed class, I’d likely be done with that Category moving forward. I’ve taken it twice. Its time to let someone else have it. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still be on an SS in 2012 and beyond...its what I do, but I’ll focus on another category...other races. New challenges. Maybe get back to the SM100. Maybe the Wilderness too. We’ll see. The thing is...those aforementioned time challenges...they aren’t going anywhere. Training time will be limited, mid season motivation will be tough to come by. Things aren’t getting any easier.

The beautiful thing? The hot momma and two active little monsters that make training time hard to come by are an amazing delight. As much as I love a good rally, I really love every moment I can get with these folks. Every ride is a trade-off of sorts...I’m missing time with those boys and my lady...time I’ll never get back. But there’s balance to be had. The rally is good for the soul. Find balance.

Middle Mountain Meltdown

I signed up for the MMM this year with big-time expectations….I was gonna pass on the XXC race and tear up the SS class. It didn’t work out so well.

Earlier in the week, my back got tight. But I didn’t take it too seriously. Then I started wavering on what class I wanted to race. Once the director confirmed he’d be willing to swap me from SS to XXC, I started thinking I’d have a better time in the XXC race (41 miles, vice the shorter 21 mile SS-XC race). When race day came, the back was still tight, and I was thinking it would be a much better idea to stick with the shorter race. So I did, despite birthday boy’s efforts to change my mind.

So now, let’s talk gears. I’ve been rocking 34x19 with great success for a few weeks. I’ve had visions of taking that gear to the SM100 this year. And when I cleared Flat Top and them some a few weeks ago, I was riding high on 34x19. Well, 34x19 + MMM kicked my butt. I got dropped by two more appropriately MMM-geared folks on the first climb. I hadn’t given up yet though. I was banking on a 2nd wind. I cleared the first hill and was moving along OK. Probably not fast enough to suck anyone up, but I felt good. And then I flatted. Not sure how long it took to get that tube in and inflated, but it sucked. And since I live in fear of pinch flatting tubes, I descended like crap. Rolling through rocky streams near the end, I felt the rim once, so I pulled over again to get another blast of air. That got me through the rest of the race.

On the downside to the downside, I wrecked my back. I put every ounce of k29er into one pedal stroke on a tight switchback, and the lower lumbar didn’t like that a bit. Pedaling was pretty uncomfortable from then on, and now I’m laid up w/ a heating pad. I’m thinking this might take a few days to get straight. Fortunately, it works out well w/ the race calendar to have some time off. Time to re-commit to gym work, me thinks. If I want climb like a beast, I need to train like one.

Congrats to birthday-boy on his 2-spot place XXC finish. That was impressive.

My last blog post was 1 year ago, after Hilbert 1, so this seems like a fitting time for an update (2011’s Hilbert 1 was 2 days ago). I’ll see if I can’t make this a more regular thing. I’m sure you’ve never heard that before.

A quick biomechanical update…I saw Dr.J @ the speed clinic last year. He told me I had no butt strength, angry knees, angry IT Bands, hip impingement…all sorts of things. He gave me a set of exercises, proper bike fit and some clues on how to pedal a bike. Things got better, but I finished up a 2010 season of so-so performance based on very minimal training due to the aforementioned angry-left-knee. Fast forward…I’ve been killing my hamstrings in the gym, and I’m now out riding up and over things on 50 and 60 mile rides with relative ease. I’ve been chasing DT around the farm with regularity. Strength is balanced out in the legs, I think, and I’m feeling good on the bike.

Now let’s rewind to January. Some part of me thought it might be a good idea to run a 13 mile out-and-back trail race up a really big hill. Preparations were minimalistic, haphazard, and downright foolish. Descending mile 8 of a 10 mile training run 1 week from the race, my right knee decided it had had enough. I jogged, walked, and limped to get home. I bowed out of the race. 3 weeks later, recovered, I tried a 3 miler. 2.5 miles in, the knee balked on a descent. I was sore for days. Walking killed me. 3 months later, I tried the same 3 miler, and the knee three-peated. Sharp pains shut me down. One Dr.K visit later, I have some work to do to get the right side back in order. I predict no Duathlons this year. The good news is that this particular injury has not prevented me from cycling. Healthy cycling legs and some good gym work has produced a pretty solid start to my 2011.

No exciting race story from Hilbert 1 like last year. This year I was 1st into the woods, and 1st out of the woods after 3 laps. Bam. That’s 3 for 3 in VORS so far.

In other more significant news, my family is awesome. E is playing great baseball on his major’s team and the Total Performance 11U travel squad. N is an amazing little ball of extroverted goodness. A my lady is a beautiful soul that I am fortunate to be able to share time with.

That’s all for now. Perhaps things will get more interesting if I blog more often than once per year.

Hilbert I

I bowed out of the Enduro Category at Camp Hilbert this year. Decided I’d see how fast I was and race the SS category instead. As it turns out, it’s pretty hard to redline for 18 miles.

There was some good carnage at the start. Somebody clipped a wheel and went over the bars, which is not a good way to start a race. I led out in 2^nd behind GWad. He would disappear after about 2 miles and never be seen again. So the fight was on for 2^nd. I had a guy with the loudest creaking EBB on earth chasing me for all of the first two laps. He’d mash the hills and get right on my arse, then I’d get separation in the twisties when he was recovering. It was a bit of a mind-game. I tried to yield the trail to him after 1 lap, but he didn’t want it, so I led out for lap 2 in 2^nd place and it was much of the same for the duration of the next 6 miles.

Start of lap 3 I picked up the pace a bit and got some separation on the creaker. However, in some of the early turns I started noticing a good bit of traffic behind me, and I got nervous. Maybe ½ way through, I was overtaken by another singlespeeder, and another settled in right behind me. Ugh. This is typically the time where K29er starts falling apart, yielding trail, veering off into the woods and collapsing like a whooped puppy. Fortunately, the guy that passed wasn’t throwing down too badly, and I was able to dig down and hold his wheel, quietly contemplating how I was gonna get my spot back.

We rolled that way in a tight 2-3-4 pack until the turn to the dam loop, a short straight away, followed by a quick steep climb, and nasty little descent, and then a short grinder to the finish. When we hit that turn to the straightaway, I opened it up, took the inside track, and got 2^nd back. It was hard, but it felt good. 3^rd finished 3 seconds back, 4^th only moments behind him. GWad was about 1.5 minutes up on me…not too bad. I have work to do if I am going to keep w/ that guy.

All in all, it was a great day. Beautiful weather and fantastic trails. Good to see the team out en masse, and to catch up w/ some of the SoMD contingent.

Its odd to look ahead to May knowing that the 12 Hours of Lodi won't be a part of it. I've been doing that race for years now...maybe 5 or 6 straight. This year, the kid's baseball team has the trump card, and I've sorta always been curious about the Middle Mountain Momma on the Sunday after Lodi. So that's that. Given my lack of enduro base miles, its probably for the best, though I'll likely give the XXC @ MMM a shot. Why not?

Before I forget, lets recap the Ride the Ridge Race. It was drizzling when I left my house, and I knew the course was going to be tough. I also knew there were at least 6 single speeders registered, so I'd have some work to do. I had the all-conditions tires mounted up, my belly was full (perhaps too full) and I was off. At the starting line, I see Gordon and his blinged out Superfly. I'v ridden with this guy twice, and I know he is silly fast. I recognized one or two others, but Gordon was the only one that worried me. He was running XR1s, an interesting tire choice in those conditions.

We took off w/ the sport riders and hit much traffic on the early climbs. Lots of dismounts and running, but it made Bear Hole go by pretty fast. Before long I was closing in on Gordon. We ended up rolling together for 1/2 a lap or so, chatting it up and having a good time. I was under the impression he was in 1st, so when I passed him, I was feeling good. I expected him to hold my wheel, but after a few turns, I lost him. Two climbs into lap two, I see a guy off his bike on a climb, bellowing encouragement to me. He mounted and I noticed he was on a single. Hell....where did he come from? I give chase, but he maintains a good lead. Maybe a mile later, he has his bike upside down on the side of the trail. I ask if he needs anything...he says no...and I take off, pretty sure I *really* have the lead this time. I dismounted for plenty of muddy climbs, nervous every time that I'd see one of those two hammering up behind me, but I maintained my gap. Shortly after I passed the lead man, I lost my chain, but I got it back on it a few seconds and got rolling again....maybe a 20 second ordeal in all. Note: tighten up that EBB before the next race.

So, I won, against some pretty solid competition. I think we are all in our early season condition...not quite where we'd like to be, and I know Gordon will likely hand me my arse next time, but it was nice to start the season off with a win. I felt pretty good throughout, despite the lack of early season saddle-time.

Next up...Hilbert #1. Fun will be had.

nuff said.