So BikeNBen (Ben) and ArmyOfNone (Fred) get to my house at 7:20 this morning in Ben's minivan. By 7:30 my bike is on and we're out. Overall the ride up was more or less as planned except for the fact that it wasn't. We got lost, ended up hitting route 84, then had to turn around and figure out how to get there.
We pulled in the overflow lot next to Kirt and his family. Said our hellos and got all ready on the faster side. We got there at 9:40 and the race was to start at 10:30. All of us in sport, Ben and Fred sport SS, Kirt and I in 30-39 sport. Got ready with no issue, then rolled up the road to registration, which took all of 2 minutes.
I warmed up on the race loop for maybe 10 minutes and knew then it might be a tough one. Yesterday I hadn't felt that good on my short ride and last night a work "emergency" kept me up until 2:30 am. I warmed up a little, felt OK, and said it would be what it would be. Talked a little with Kirt and family then JimG rolled up about 10 before the start.
I started lethargic, as I expected. After 3 miles I was wondering how I was going to make it to 18. I was hurting, no 2 ways about it. I tried to do my best to cruise along and enjoy it, but the course relentlessly threw challenges at you. After those 3 miles I said in no way was it worse than Allamuchy. After 6 I understood the sentiment. There wasn't much in terms of "free" miles on the course and it really added up.
At mile 7 I went down hard, landed on my right knee and had to take a breather for that one. I got back on the bike but it was clear my knee wanted no part of that. I figured that was it. I just need to roll out the last few miles and get to the end. But after about 5 minutes it felt better and the course opened up a bit and I felt a whole lot better. I came in from lap 1 at about 1:20. Not amazing but I was content with it. I really had no desire to go for another lap but there was NFW I was going to take a DNF because I was tired after 1:20. So I rolled on, hit the first hill, and said to myself it was going to be a rough lap 2.
Lap 2 was indeed rough, to the tune of 1:35. I guess in hindsight that's not totally awful, just mostly awful. I was hoping to be able to pull the same lap time for #2 even though my legs and lungs felt like they were encased in mud. No such luck, and that quickly became apparent to me.
The lap was hard, not much enjoyment to be had out there at all. I was trudging up the hills as best I could, and doing my best not to hurt myself on the technical features. I tried to clean as much as I could with the exception of 1 or 2 gnarly rock sections. It just didn't seem worth it given that I was shaky after 1 lap.
At some point in there the cramps came and that just slowed things down even more. Dehydration finally started taking it's toll and muscles I didn't know existed started to tag me from time to time. After all was said and done and I got home and weighed myself, my estimate is that I lost about 10 pounds from start to finish. Insane.
I just tried to keep it spinning and for the most part that worked fine. It wasn't until after the race that I really started to cramp. Regardless, I made it to the end, a less-than-mediocre 2:55.
The course was cool, but someone had told me offline that I should skip this course as a race venue and I understand why. With so, so many riders gumming up the trails it's all you can do not to run into this guy, or be run over by that guy, or to pass someone. It's pretty hard to enjoy the trails in a race. This seems like an absolutely great group ride location.
As a race venue I learned more yet again today. This is a place where the start is more important than most. There is so much singletrack that passing people is just difficult. Add to that the general slop of the sport class and this was a bit of a tough one. The course was too long, an opinion shared by a few other people I talked to and overheard. I think you had some sports still rolling in over 3:40 after the start. That's crazy.
We stuck around for the sport ceremony because Ben won the SS class. Fred pulled the DNF because his fork went to the Big Fork House in the Sky (see above). I don't know how Kirt did. I saw him for a few minutes then he was gone with the family. We grabbed some pizza on the way home, got off course yet again, but after that had a good ride back to the house.
As for me I have no idea what's next, if anything. Ben and I were talking a little after the race about weight loss versus performance and I've probably got to choose one or the other right now. The Rumble in the Jungle is in 2 weeks which "seems" to be a short race, though by the time race day rolls around it will probably be a pair of 18 mile loops.