I was really looking forward to this event, 6 hrs at Crabtree Park trails, with a 2-8 pm run time, meaning a few laps in the dark…but then I started
throwing up Tuesday night into Wednesday morning and suddenly I was dreading it. Still, I figured it was better to race than
to regret. After all, the race is only 6
hrs, but regret lasts much longer (hey, someone should coin that). The stomach was still bothering me race day and I felt
a bit weak, but whatever. I think it was Nate who told me, "...just another opportunity to HTFU!"
I stuck to yogurt drink, crackers, a hard boiled egg and
banana for breakfast (kinda spread out over the morning), then another banana,
chocolate milk and ginger ale a couple hours before the race. Then right before the race, some more ginger
ale and some salt n’ vinegar chips.
I tried to be careful with what I ate the day of the race as
my stomach was still feeling crappy (the chips did not help). Luckily
three trips to the port-a-jon helped clean me out and off I went
Just before I crashed...don't I look happy? |
Heading out for lap 4, you can see I am feeling good now. |
I knew there would be the long trail of riders going into
the single track, so better too be to far up, than too far back. Then whoosh!
Going around a turn, ~1.5 miles in to the race, my tires wash out and I hit the
dirt. Luckily my buddy Jeremy was right
behind me and just missed leaving a tire tread tattoo on my torso. So I stood up, dusted off my pride, and
watched and waited for all the bikers to go by until I finally had time to jump
in line and get back into the race. If I
already felt crappy, crashing in the 1st lap did not help. Funny, I had the same kind of crash in lap
three, but nobody saw it, so it did not bother me as much. Anyway,
I continued to feel crappy the first three+ laps. It did not help that I knew I was likely in
last place in SS and could not catch anybody, not even guys I have lapped on
past races. I mean seriously, was I just having a bad day? Was I suddenly this
bad & was everyone else that good? Orrr, did some guys just go out too fast? I hoped for the latter. I also wanted to stick to the #1 rule in
endurance racing, which is: Just keep pedaling and good things may happen. Funny how ‘Niner’ summed it up on my frame
with “Pedal Damn It!”, so I did. I even
started to feel better around lap 4 and felt like I could keep my pace without
irritating my stomach. Then it
happened. I passed another SS’er, then
another, then another. This went on for
the next few laps until I got to what I knew would be my last lap. I knew Jeremy, Mark and Ahmet were ahead of
me, and maybe someone I did not know??? Regardless, if I went
hard, I might catch a couple of them, and finish in the top 5. I pushed it.
Every rider I came up to, I was just hoping they were on a SS. The lap was now half way past, no SS’ers. Then ~3/4 through, I came upon Mark who
decided not to attempt to stay with me. I
thought for sure Jeremy would be nearby so I laid down the hammer and went as
fast as I could knowing that there was maybe 1 to 1.5 miles left. By the time I neared the bridge before the
last climb I could see no one and accepted that Ahmet and Jeremy were going to
finish ahead of me. I was not surprised
with Ahemt as he has really stepped up his riding and has been winning
races. Jeremy on the other hand, while a
solid racer and strong competitor, has not finished ahead of me in any event
(usually due to crashing or mechanical) and we have been racing these local
events together since 2009. Imagine my
shock when I get to the finish line (9 laps, 60.3 miles in 5:42), to find out Jeremy
and Ahmet are out for lap 10, then Jeremy comes in first!. What a race for him! Clearly all that working out and eating good
is helping. Maybe I should try it, but unfortunately
I like to eat too much. Anyway, I ended the event not feeling "Cursed at the Crab", but blessed to find out I snuck into
3rd place. I was also glad
that the two guys above me did 10 laps.
No way was I hittin’ that even if I was healthy, so I don’t need to feel
bad about how much better I could have done.
Sure, I could have ‘possibly’ raced a bit faster, but not that much. Now plenty of time to heal up for the final TORC Endurance Series event at Harris
Lake in 2 weeks…or plenty of time to get sick again, but then I would be truly cursed. Always nice to have an excuse though. :)