Teammates: None
Teammates:
None in my start wave, butĀ @Jason TangĀ provided great logistical, tactical, and moral support before and after the race, and it was great meeting LarryĀ @tiglaoĀ for the first time postrace!
Course:
Two laps for a total of 67 miles and ~9000ft climbing, with a roughly equal mix of fire roads and non-technical (but sometimes bumpy) singletrack. I am from Monterey and Iāve spent hundreds of hours riding in this trail system so I definitely felt a little bit of home course advantage; even though I didnāt get a chance to pre-ride I felt like I knew what was around almost every corner on the course!
Conditions:
Cool and windy. Taking off my warm clothes during warmup was a struggle! Once the race started, though, the temps were pretty much perfect for full gas racing. The trails were perfectly dry and even a bit sandy in places.
Result:
1/87 starters in age group, 22nd overall, 16/39 had I registered in Elite (I think Iāll do this next year)
Plan:
This was my A race for the spring, as I was hoping to qualify for the Leadville 100, which is a bucket list ride/race for me. The organizers were a little vague about what was required to qualify for Leadville, but from skimming online forums I gathered that to qualify you essentially needed to win your division. Since this is my first year of being race age 30, I figured it would be a good opportunity to beat up on some older dudes with real jobs and kids etc.Ā š
As for the actual race, I didnāt have much of a plan other than pushing as hard as possible during the first 2-minute start climb to position myself well going into the first singletrack, which is a long downhill with little to no passing opportunities. After that, it would just be about pacing, fueling, being smooth in the singletrack, and hoping the wheels didnāt fall off, either literally or figuratively.
Summary:
The start went poorly for me due mostly to the size of the field: they started us with the 20-29 division, which added up to about 150 riders in a single mass start wave. I got to the start line fairly late, about 5 minutes early (I donāt like standing around at the start line), which unfortunately made it so that I was quite far back. When the race started, I didnāt start moving for about 5 seconds, didnāt cross the start line for another 5 seconds, and didnāt really get to put down power for another 5-10 seconds after that. By then, the leaders were way up the road, and even though I was able to pass people nonstop all the way to the start of the singletrack, there were just too many of them and the starting disadvantage was too great (also, maybe Iām just bad at 1-2 minute power, but a bunch of people that promptly blew up a few minutes later were able to go shockingly fast up the 2 minute start climbĀ :sweat_smile:). Anyhow, when we entered the singletrack I was maybe 30th, and I was feeling pretty pessimistic about being able to claim the top spot in my division.
Nonetheless, I remained determined to just ride the race as fast as I could and enjoy the beautiful day and trails. Everyone I was riding with blew up over the next half hour or so, but there had been so many people ahead of me at the first singletrack that I still had no idea where I stood in the standings. For most of the race from the half hour mark onwards, I was alone.
The biggest mishap of the race happened in slow motion over the course of lap 1: the velcro ankle strap on my left shoe, which had been a little iffy in the weeks leading up to the race, totally failed. There were a couple moments of hike-a-bike due to traffic on the first singletrack, causing the already very weak velcro to rip open a couple times under the load of stepping/running, which I think was the last straw. After that, the velcro started coming undone in bumpy singletrack sections, and eventually it just refused to hold at all, even while simply pedaling on smooth terrain. Boa lacing on the forefoot kept the shoe from completely falling off, but it was not ideal LOL. Luckily, I had sort of planned for this scenario by bringing some duct tape in the bag that I had stashed in the feed zone, and at the end of lap 1 some kind strangers in the feed zone actually helped me tape up the shoe, minimizing my time losses compared to if I had done the repair job myself. In the attached pic you can clearly see the duct-taped shoe!
The second biggest mishap of the race came a few minutes into lap 2, when I finally looked down after several minutes of bumpy, white-knuckled downhilling to see that BOTH of my freshly acquired bottles had been ejected somewhere on the descent. I was around 40 miles in at this point with 30 to go, and it was NOT when I wanted to loose my hydration and nutrition. Luckily, I still had some water left in my hydration pack, plus I knew that there would be a neutral feed zone in about 10 miles where I could at least refill my pack, and ideally get a neutral bottle hand-up. I was extremely grateful when the latter occurred!
On the following paved climb, I was still all alone and I checked my phone to find a message from my dad, saying that according to the live race tracker website I was leading my age group! Up to this point, I still thought I was in no-manās land with a few riders ahead of me, so I was really excited and got a big surge in motivation. That motivation came at the right moment, because the next section of the course was a long, solo slog into a moderate headwind.
Around this time, I noticed a solo rider steadily gaining on me. When he caught me, I saw that he was wearing a Cyclesport kit and I asked him what category he was, to which he replied that he was 30-something years old (forgot the exact number). Assuming he was another 30-39 age grouper, I grimaced and got on his wheel as he motored by into the headwind. A few minutes went by and although I was super grateful for the pull, I could tell that this guy was way stronger than me and would eventually drop me. But then, he eased off the pace and we traded names, revealing that heās Dillon Hollinger, recent winner of the P/1/2 Copperopolis RR, amongst other things. He also clarified that heās racing Elite but somehow missed his start and was trying to make up for lost time, which was a huge relief for me!
At the next and final neutral feed zone, I got another bottle with a gel hanging from the closure, and as I was dealing with the gel Dillon got away from me. Thatās fine, since by then it was all downhill until the base of the big final climb, so drafting didnāt really matter anymore. I got down the hill safely and then emptied the tank on the final climb!
At the finish line, I ran into my childhood friend from Monterey, who mostly came for the general festivities but also to watch my race finish. It was a perfect way to end the race! After visiting the mobile showers to wash off poison oak, I found Jason in the lunch tent and we traded stories. I was happy. Finally, it was time for podiums and I got my Leadville entry coin and website code. Mission accomplished!