Thursday, October 17, 2013

Zippity Doo Dah

"Do you need me to turn around?"
"No I just need a minute." and someone to see what happens when I crash....

I was standing on the top of a hill holding my bike and looking apprehensively over both edges. It was a long way down and the trail continued a little further in front of me before taking a sharp 90 degree turn plunging into the dark depths below.
It's amazing what can paralyze you for no real reason.


"Uh, sorry! Just give me another minute." I hollered down to Sully who was patiently waiting for me at the bottom. Every worse case scenerio flashed before my eyes. My legs giving out and me falling over the edge and landing on my head, not making the turn and careening over the ledge only to leave a mangled mess of flesh and bones for Sully to find, oh I hope his phone has service! Ohhh I hope no snakes show up (my two biggest fears come to life a snake pushes me over a ledge.) Or what if I start riding down and just start cartwheeling with my bike. 

My thoughts were cut short by Sully yelling if I wanted him to come back up.
"No I'll come down, I just need a minute." 

Okay, you know how to ride bikes, well most days, but today you do. Just get on, clip in, put the seat down and get all the way back. If Wayne was here he would be calling you a baby, because that's what you're being. It will be over in 10 maybe 15 seconds. How long did it take to do Leadville, yah it will be wayyyy shorter than that. This was my inner dialogue as I psyched myself up. I cautiously got on and started pedaling while realizing I needed some speed so I don't fall over when turning the corner. Just get back, just stay back, just....whoosh, my stomach was in my throat and it was over before I knew it.
"Yay! I made it!" I said as I rolled up to Sully. Lucky for me, he's super patient and encouraging. It wasn't so much the descent that scared me, I had taken steeper ones and survived, it was more of the height factor that I had to get over. 
Wee...Weee....Weeeeeee!!!


That was the second ride we did in Fruita, on the Zippity Do Dah trail. The first ride we did Mary's Loop and Horsethief Bench, which were both smooth trails. Horsethief bench had a big rock garden that I had to walk, and I was actually nervous about walking down it
It doesn't look too bad from this view...but trust me
because of how treacherous it was and how horrible my shoes are with walking. Miraculously I stayed up right and so did my bike. It was a great trail to warm up on with some technical features to remind you that you're riding bikes and not in Leadville. The view the entire time rival those in Leadville with skirting in and out by the Colorado River and plenty of sandstone cliffs right there, it was definitely not miserable.


We finished the ride, grabbed some lunch and headed out to 18 Road to ride the trails out there which contained Zippity Do Dah and Kessel Run. Zippity Do Dah definitely felt like a roller coaster but with no height sign at the beginning to help you opt out of riding. It was actually really fun, except for the three times that I was stuck on top of an edge making Sully wait down below for me to convince myself I wasn't going to fall and perish into the depths below. It has short very steep climbs that feels like a rope is slowly pulling you up because all you can do is sit and turn the pedals over and you have just enough time to catch your breath before it's gone on the crazy steep descents. Which if you carry enough speed will take you right back up to the next drop. We got done and Sully made the comment how I should have worn a heart rate monitor 'So you're heart rate was 180, but you weren't moving' is how it would have been when I was staring fear in the face.

We started the 10-15 minute climb back up to get back to Kessel Run. "I promise this one is not like that, at least none of the height stuff." Sully assured me. He was right (he's never wrong), it was a short snappy trail with lots of "S" corners winding through the trees. It was a lot of fun, I tried chasing Sully down but that never seems to work so just focused on trying to stay relaxed going into the corners, and being aware of what was to come.

We finished and crested the hill just as the sun was beginning to set creating a magnificent scene with the Book Cliffs in the backdrop.
It's like the cherry on top of a great day

The next day we headed out to the Lunch Loop Trail system in Grand Junction. This was another nice trail system with more technical stuff than the previous day but no significant height features and nothing too terrible. Definitely some walking spots but not an over zealous amount. I was getting frustrated with riding, not because I was having to walk, oh no, I was clearing most of the technical sections but then would slow my speed just enough that I would lose my balance and not be able to unclip and fall over. After about the third time Sully suggested loosening my pedal tension because of the fine dirt we road in the day before can get in there making it harder to clip in and out. I think he was just telling me that so I won't feel so bad about my lack of coordination that day. I commented how I kept falling to the right side (which is the side that the drive train is on) and how I usually fall to the left to avoid doing any damage to it. Sully pointed out that since I was still clipped in my body was taking the beating and not my bike. Always a silver lining. After about the fifth time he asked if I could stop doing that, I told him I would try. The last time the trail funneled into a bridge made of two wooden planks. I had lost speed going into it because I wasn't really sure where the trail was going and was searching for it. I over compensated realizing I needed to be on the bridge and felt my bike slip out from underneath me before I could unclip.  I went down not hard, but made a pretty good ruckus and then just sort of laid there for a while as I contemplated just what I was doing. Sully came back to check on me and to make sure that I hadn't fallen in the creek. "I'm fine, just forgot how to ride bikes, that's all." Luckily I made it back to the trail head with no other sensationally uncoordinated moments.

I'm hoping some of my coordination decides to reappear for this weekend, I'm doing my first cyclecross race. A racer once asked me if I was going to do any cyclecross races, my response was "I think that requires more coordination than my body has ever known." I told my mom and she asked if it's a race where a lot of people crash. I paused and then replied "No." She thanked me for lying.
In case you're wondering...we're still dating despite my lack of coordination


Monday, October 7, 2013

Life After Leadville

Life after Leadville has actually contained a considerable amount of riding bikes, far less than I used to in preparation of the race but more than I thought I would be doing. I took almost two weeks off. The third week some friends talked about riding White Ranch after work. I wasn't sure I wanted to go because even at my peak fitness level they are still considerably faster than me and it was also the same route that I had crashed and banged up my helmet earlier in the season. I was able to talk Sully into coming with me even though he is also a lot faster than me he could at least drive me home if I hit my head again. We got stuck in traffic leaving Boulder and texted the group to let them know they could leave without us and maybe we would see them out there. We started the long climb up, which was considerably looser and much more rockier than the previous time I had rode it. Sully dropped me pretty quick (good thing we're dating and I don't have to pretend to be fast anymore). After meeting him at the top and not seeing anyone else in the group we started to loop around into a figure eight that would take us back down the mountain. The loop at the top is really fluid and smooth and fun with a few waterbars and some quick short drops and ascends. The next portion is rather a long descent. I rode pretty conservatively, almost annoyingly so. I'm not exactly sure how it happened but on one of the first waterbars I managed to fumble over not land right and get thrown from the bike, landing promptly on a rock. "Ouch! That really hurt!" I told it. Luckily Sully  was far enough ahead that he didn't see how horribly uncoordinated I can be on a bike so we're still together. I pretty much psyched myself out after that and rode excessively cautiously. I walked things that I had cleared before and didn't even entertain the idea of trying to ride where I had hucked myself off the bike. I didn't think my crash was that bad, (no crash is over a 2 on a scale of 1 to Traumatic Brain Injury, if I remember my name) but commanded the worst bruise of my life out of it.




"That was incredible! It was soo awesome it's almost unbelievable." I stated after a ride where I got completely dropped by a bunch of Trek guys in the dark. When I state it like that you're probably really confused why I'm still relishing in it. Last week I got sent to Trek for work (which is pretty awesome in itself). They brought in dealers from all over the country to ride bikes, see the inner workings of the company and gain some product knowledge. It was the perfect blend of listening to lectures and getting to "harvest the gnar." The first day I was in the group that rode bikes in the afternoon and saw the process of how they make their carbon frames in the morning. It's very
I didn't just ride bikes allll day...
meticulous, and awfully impressive how innovative the process is. But the best part was the riding. They have great trails built up right outside of the factory. Unlike Colorado where it's a lot of up and then down, here there were short ascends and smooth fluid descents, no major rocks but with lots of technical features built in, including large drops, gap jumps, skinnies, and teeter-totters. The first bike I took out was a Remedy 29er. It came out this summer and I wasn't sure about it because I didn't think it would feel as responsive as my 26. I was pleasantly surprised at how capable it felt going into tight corners and didn't feel like I was missing anything but was impressed by it's climbing capabilities. I'm not super playful with my remedy so I'm sure a more technically advanced rider would have different feelings.

The next bike I took out was the Crockett, which is new this year. It's their new cyclecross bike and has generated a lot of buzz because Katie Compton helped design it.  I figured I should try it so I could talk about it a little better and the fact that I'm building up a cyclecross bike but have never
There are cornfield right outside the frame...
actually ridden one, minor detail. Trek had hosted a cyclecross race the previous weekend and had built up a course for it. I started riding it around that and then just kept riding.  When I first got on it felt a little awkward, I was expecting it to fit more like my road bike but it was a much more aggressive position which took a little bit to get used to but it ended up being abnormally comfortable. I didn't try any cross mounts, mainly because my dad wasn't there to catch me in case I hucked myself all the way over and it still seems like it requires much more coordination than my body has ever been used to. I was tempted to ride it for the rest of the day but also realized that there was an amazing arsenal of bikes at my disposal.

I was able to return the Crockett and pick up a Superfly 100, which is the bike I rode in Leadville but will full suspension. Sully thinks it would be a good race bike but there is just something about a hardtail that I can't let go. I told him I would try it though and ran a couple laps on it, it was lively and definitely more forgiving than my hardtail. I was having so much fun that I kept talking myself into one more lap and was the last person back. Sorry not sorry.

The next morning my group took out the bikes first. It was a bit chilly with the feel of fall beginning to encroach. I figured to help warm up I'd start on a road bike. I took a Domane out which was nice but half way through realized that I should have not been a whimp about the cold and fog and taken a mountain bike out. It was good to learn about it though because last time I took one out I had a broken wrist but undiagnosed at the time so was just fixated on the fact that it was suppose to be comfortable but it was in fact not, it had more to do with the two broken bones in my wrist than the bike. I did notice that I was bracing for bumps in the road like I do on my Madone but would seamlessly fly over them carrying my trajectory forward.

Knowing I was limited on time and bikes I hustled out on a Cali SLX, which is a carbon mountain bike but with a women's specific geometry. It had purple anodized handlebars and I felt that I
If I cleared this and no one was there....did it really happen?
should ride a women's bike at least once while I was there. It was more upright than I'm position on my Superfly but with the shorter reach to the handlebars it felt a little more nimble and handled really well on the all the little technical things I did with it. Well except for one of the skinnies when I realized I wasn't going to make it the whole way and instead of bailing like a normal person and just turning and riding off I hucked myself off the bike and landed on one foot. Then I realized how stupid that was because that's how people brake their leg. One day I will be coordinated, but today was not that day. 
I had just enough time to get one more bike out. Most of the guys had the "manly" bikes out, at least in my size, the Slash 650B, the Remedy and Fuel, so I resorted to a Superfly hardtail. I just never get tired of riding it. I like it because it's so fast. The Cali is the sister to it, but is also a pound heavier and just didn't seem as fun. I went and spun some hot laps on it knowing by now where all the technical features are and hitting the lines just right. Oh yah... I'm home.

It just felt like flying...
Saving the best for last we had the option of a night ride. Which I'm not sure why anyone would say no to it, but a lot of people did. Fortunately my old boss had an in with some of the trek guys, I grabbed a light early on but still was trying to wrestle up a bike. I ended up getting a Slash 650B, which has 160mm of travel and more bike than I would ever need. But it was pretty awesome, except for the one time I forgot how wide my handlebars were and clipped a tree. Night rides might be my top 5 favorite things to do, in the dark all your senses are heightened, and everything is coming at you so fast that you're just thankful that you had enough time to react. The only time I really got nervous is when I didn't realized I had climbed up onto a teeter-totter and saw this huge drop that I was nowhere prepared for, as I began praying I was carried down to the ground with a fast plunge and a loud thud. "Oh thank heavens!" is all I could say when I got out of the roller coaster wooden planks that followed. It's been a little over a week and I'm still relishing in that ride. How often do you get to ride with such amazing riders, on their home trails, in the dark and just get you ass handed to you on a silver platter. I'm pretty lucky. 

I realized the other day that I actually have another race in less than a month, which seemed so far away after Leadville. It will certainly be fun, it's Iceman in Michigan on November 2 and I'm doing it on a tandem. You're probably thinking none of that sentence sounds fun. But I assure you it will be. 
I'm also planning a trip to Fruita in about a week with Sully, he has some time off from his race schedule and work has been a little hetic lately so it will be a nice break to just ride bikes all day. I have to get a new camelbak for it, as I left a big air canister in mine after Leadville and it exploded, luckily not while I was wearing it...but lesson learned.
Might be time to stop wearing the kids one too.