2013 Shenandoah 100 part 2

This is part 2 of my race report see part 1 here:
http://dmcpickle.blogspot.com/2013/09/2013-shenandoah-100-part-1.html

Aid 4 to aid 5
      I was greeted at aid four with cheering from my wife who was writing down racer numbers as they came in.  I think she was a little surprised to see me so early. At some point someone grabbed my bike to lube the chain and a volunteer handed me my drop bag.  I had planned to stay a little longer at the station since all my friends were volunteering but probably less then a minute after I got there someone asked if I needed anything.  Hmmm Camelbak and bottle full, plenty of shot bloks, and chain lubed, guess not, better get back to pedaling.  My wife gave me a kiss and I was off to face the death climb. I hit the road and before very long another rider pulled up and started drafting off me. Cool, someone that I can work with on the flatter section leading up to the death climb. After pulling for a while I pulled off to the side and slowed to take a drink said drafting rider refused to take over giving me some excuse about being to tired.  Guess there goes that team work. He did, of course, have the energy to latch onto a faster pace line when it came by, I guess that is racing.  Once the hill turned up I passed by said rider and started making my way up.  I started for the first time during the race to not feel great. I tried to eat some more and drink more water but I felt like I was bonking and overheating. I kept pushing forward knowing that it started to flatten back out after the steeper sections.  Last year I actually had to walk part of this fire road climb so I was at least happy that I was riding this year.

Aid 5 to aid 6
    I was so glad to get to aid 5 and immediately headed for the pizza and coke.  So far I hadn't eaten much from the aid stations but at this point wanted something solid.  I downed three cups of coke and a couple slices of pizza before rolling out.  In past years the fire road after aid five had huge mud puddles but this year the forest service had done a great job regrading the drainage.   After five the road becomes more of a jeep trail with more up and down steep sections. Every hill looks like the top with a pretty meadow but I know better.  At this point my legs started to feel the miles and I started to get cramps but I pressed on knowing that the chestnut descent was worth the effort.  Finally I got to the top and had no one ahead of me meaning I got to bomb down. I always love the chestnut descent even with my arms tired and 80miles on my legs. It's got the perfect mix of technical, steep and all out fast sections. I caught a couple riders on the way down and passed by them making it down to aid six at the bottom of the mountain.

Aid 6 to Finish!!
   I got to aid six and had them top my bottle off with water. I had planned to make it a quick stop and not get any food but then someone said something about fries. Wait you have french fries! and with that I stood around eating fries and drinking a couple cups of coke.  At this point I knew roughly how long it should take to the finish and had started to do the math.  I knew I would easily beat my 10 hour goal I had set and a sub 9.5hr time seemed possible.  Off I went once on the Hankey climb I got passed by a few of the riders I had passed on the Chestnut descent. My legs were starting to cramp worse and I couldn't make much power going uphill but at least I was riding. I went into the second to last single track section and let the bike fly over the water bars.  Once I hit the old fire road I knew I was so close to the finish.  I had ridden this the day before and knew it wasn't all downhill but I was ready to be done so I shifted into the big ring and started mashing gears. I passed a few riders and was letting the bike fly on the downhills.  For the first time in a race I started getting emotional. I started thinking about my wonderful wife and our child on the way. I actually started to tear up a little for joy and hoping they would be proud of me.  After a minute I shook it off and told myself there was no crying in mountain biking and that I better pay attention. Finally I saw it the entrance to the last little section of single track from here it truly was all downhill! Into the campground I went flying past my group of friends cheering me on. I was greeted at the finish line by my wife and a amazing time for me of 9hr 27mins.

 

 

I knocked over an hour and fifteen minutes off my time from last year. Next year I may not have the time to train with a newborn the way I did this year. But I realized it doesn't really matter. I do love the race even if I'm not setting new personal records.

All the Blackwater team that race had great days. Congrats to Chad of making it onto the Clydales podium!

Davy breaking the 10hr mark!

Allen crushing his personal best.

Thanks to all the great volunteers especially the Lynchburg gang at aid 4.

2013 Shenandoah 100 part 1

Pop up style!

The Shenandoah 100 is my favorite race of all time and what all my training centers around. Last year was my first time doing it with a tropical storm dumping water on us so I had to give it one more go in better weather. I tired to go to bed early the night before the race but think I only slept for about 2hrs.

Me and Allen ready to roll.

Start to Aid 1
    This year the course was changed to add in the new Narrowback west descent which meant there would no longer be much climbing before the first single track up festival trail. Also added a few miles making the race closer to a true 100miles. I had ridden festival and the remodeled Narrowback a good bit the past year and knew is was all easily ride-able, but when you have 600+ riders half of which are more roadie you know someone going to mess it up. Once one person dabs it's a chain reaction on down the line. So this year I did what everyone does and lined up with my teammates ahead of the time I thought I might do. Before I knew it we were off, or not? It's always hard to tell at SM100 if the race has actually started since there is no start horn or gun. People started moving so I followed and assumed the race was on.
    Out of the campground we went as a massive group with people already crashing into mud puddles and the line surging and slowing randomly to keep everyone on there toes.  Once we hit the fire road people had started to calm down a bit and I settled into a pace passing a few people here and there.  One guy did manage to try running me over by winning the award for crashing on the first rock he could find on the fire road. Before I knew it we were at the first ascent, up Festival trail, with only a few seconds backup of people to get onto the single track.  One guy didn't want to wait the few seconds and cut the corner thru the woods which was meet with some choice words from the rider in front of me that he cut off.  I was going to let it go until I heard his response quote "It doesn't matter it's going to be hike a bike in a minute anyway".  My response was if he planned on walking he better get to the back of the line.  Of course he messed up the first rocks on the trail and started the chain of walking but at least it was only for about 10 feet before we got around him and got back to pedaling.  Up Narrowback was uneventful, a fat bike tried the log skinny and fell off, someone dabbed on a slick rock causing a backup. Overall lining up early was working with much less of a backup compared to the previous year so I actually got to ride 99% of the first single track.  The descent down Narrowback west was awesome as always. The rider in front of me did somehow seem to deify physics by slowing on top of the table tops. He would be fast all the way up to the point where I would be airborne yet somehow he would slow and I would almost hit him.  Fortunately after a few calls for a pass I was able to get around him and enjoy the rest of this awesome trail. Did I mention how great this trail is? Everyone should go ride it!! 

Aid 1 to Aid 2
    Once we hit the fire road I was kind of alone, but fortunately some riders caught up and we formed at least a small pace line on over to Lynn climb. I drank some of my over concentrated infiniti mix and some plain water from my Camelbak trying to stay ahead on food and water.   The joy of Lynn I climbed roughly half before hitting the point where riding wasn't worth the effort and I joined the line hiking our way up.  The hike a bike always seems to take forever and the slick rocks from the rain the day before didn't make it any better. Finally I could see the sign post signalling the fun part was about to begin.  Of course don't let the Shenandoah fool you, it's never all downhill. There are still a few steep hike a bike sections on the way down. Unlike the previous year I was actually calm on the downhills and felt like I really had my DH grove going.  I blasted down passing a few people and watching a few crash right in front of me, said hi to Mikey and his blow up friend, and hit the road over to Aid 2. I caught my teammates Davy and Allen at the Aid station. I filled my bottle and Camelbak and grabbed some apples off the table.  When I was about to get on the bike I felt something hit me and looked around seeing nothing.  I would find out later Allen had thrown a banana at me but I was already to into race mode to figure that out.

Aid 2 to Aid 4
   Together the three of us left as a group actually riding together for a little bit.  Once on the fire road Hankey climb, me and Allen started to leave Davy behind. Allen wasn't amused by my mentioning that we could just turn left and head on to the campground which would be much easier.  After a while I started to pull in front of Allen which was greeted by a middle finger and silent stare.  As I headed up the climb I started to wonder if I was going too hard Allen had been riding strong all year and I had never beaten Davy.  I put that thought out of my mind and figured if I blew up later I could at least say I gave it my best effort.  Before I knew it I was at the top and the two riders I had been following to the top pulled over.  I had all the Dowell's draft downhill in front of me with no rider ahead and no one pressuring me from behind. It was great! I hit the corner with the big rock which had worried me but when I got there with an open course I realized it was nothing. Dropping over the rock and making the corner like a pro I continued to bomb down the rocky/rooty section below like it was nothing too. At the bottom I hit aid station three but a quick check showed I had plenty of water and shot bloks, so I just went straight thru. I always try to only stop if I need something figuring for every minute I stop I have to pedal that much harder to make up for it. 
  I hit the road and the rain started to come down! There goes my hopes of a perfect weather SM100 but at least it was a cooling rain. My strategy of not stopping at aid three had gotten me ahead of a lot of riders but also backfired in that I was alone at the start of the longest road section.  I saw the fat bike from the start of the race ahead and gave it a little gas to catch up.  I thought he would be rolling fairly slow on the road and that I would just fly past but once I got behind him I realized he was keeping a good pace so I settled in behind. I felt bad of drafting off a fat bike but at the time he was rolling pretty quick.  After a while he started to slow down so I pulled ahead and was back alone until the last mile where a group of five riders in a pace line came up.  Now we hit the single track near the start is a fairly deep and wide creek. Last year it was easily ride able. When we got there I saw one rider walking it but figured I could still ride it. I got about half way thru and not being able to see the bottom slammed into a big rock and went for a over the bars dunking in the river.  I banged my right knee a little and something jabbed into my chest but overall it was more embarrassing than painful.  I had to straighten out my bars on the other side of the creek and headed up the rock staircase. Where I almost fell trying to climb up them as quickly as possible. The rider behind me told me to take a deep breath and stop for a few seconds which was good advice. I was getting to flustered after the creek incident and was too much into race mode.  After taking a short break I headed up the single track climb passing a bunch of riders that didn't have the technical skill to ride the now wet and slick rocks.  Down the other side the rain had started to let up but the bottom of was a swamp.  The mud was getting in my eyes and it made for slow going but I knew aid four was close and my pregnant wife and Blackwater crew would be waiting for me.

to be continued!

2012 shenandoah 100

Me and my friends agreed as long as it wasn't raining at the start it wouldn't be to bad so we at least got that. This was my first 100miler with only a couple XC races and one XXC under my belt. Based on my pre riding I thought 11hrs could be possible but all I really wanted to do was finish. I lined up with the 10hr group thinking I would probably be much slower then that but wanting to get to the single track before it became a hike a bike. The first few miles went well passing a few on the fire road leading to the single track. Unfortunately by the time I hit the single track the crowed was already there and any small rock meant everyone was walking(grumble grumble). Had an uneventful ride down to the fireroad and fell in with a group on up to Lynn.

I stuck with my Lynn plan riding the bottom half and walking the top to save energy. Didn't take long to get to the top and fly downhill. I felt bad for the guy with the broken arm(or maybe leg?) that had apparently passed out. I heard from some friends that swept that it took a long time to get him off the mountain. Quick water fill at AS2 and I was off.

At this point it started to rain a little but nothing bad just enough to cool you off. I was thinking it wouldn't be bad if the weather stayed that way. First half of Hankey wasn't bad but after the turn to the camp it started to get a little muddier. I felt good and did the whole climb except one of the steepest pitches. I was worried about the rocky rooty section at the top with it being wet but I rode it without a issue and on down to AS3 only feeling like I was losing a little time for the wet trails as it started to rain harder.

Blew thru AS3 without even stopping and hit the road. Unfortunately I was alone for most of the road ride but managed to catch up with one person and work a little with them. Started going up Braleys when the brunt of the storm hit making the climb even harder. By the time I got to the downhill the trail had become a river and I was having trouble seeing where I was going. I was taking it super slow and felt like I was going even slower then when I was riding up hill. I made it down to the bottom and told one rider that a good time was out the window and all I was trying to do was survive at this point.

AS4 I had my drop bag and my wonderful wife waiting and took the time to eat a little more and had my chain lubed. The rain started to let up and I hit the road over to the death climb feeling good and excited. By the time I got to the turn to head up the death climb the sun was out and the temperature started to rise a little. Was cruising up the death climb and passing people until the turn and the pitch kicked up. Then the death climb started to live up to its name and was making me feel like death but I kept moving thinking I just needed to get to AS5.

AS5 stopped and got some pizza and chips and waited in line to get my chain lubed. I felt like I wasted time on the chain lube after plowing into the 4ft deep mud puddle a few minutes later. At this point my legs were feeling tired and the trails were nothing but mud so there was a fair amount of walking. Finally I hit the single track of chestnut ridge. Then I realized that my brakes barely worked making for one heck of any exciting downhill run with one stop to let the brakes cool a little and give my hands a rest.

Stopped off at AS6 and got my chain lubed and topped off water at around 9hr 45min mark. One of the first times I had really stopped to look at the time. I realized that I could probably make the campground in an hour coming in under 11hrs well before what I thought I would do especially with the weather. This gave me some energy and I was off making good time to hankey and up to the turn. I had forgotten that once you got to the turn you weren't done climbing. I didn't have the drive to pedal up anymore so I tired to get off the bike and walk a little. That's when the leg cramps hit my right leg like a train. All day I had slight cramps in my legs but had just worked thru them but this time my leg wouldn't move at all. Pissed thinking that I had blown coming in under 11hr I sat down on the trail and dug thru my pack for my emergency mustard packet and drank some water. I had never tired the mustard trick but it seemed to work after probably less than a minute I was able to at least walk at little and get back to pedaling. I started trying to pedal hard again but refused to look down at my garmin to see what my time was. The fireroad to the final descent to the campground seemed to go on forever but finally I saw it and knew it was all downhill from there. I kicked it into the big gear and flew down into the campground still not knowing what my time was.

Sprinting across the line I saw my final time 10hr 41min. I couldn't have been happier with my first 100miler.

I did learn some lesson and will be back next year hoping for better weather so I can set an even better time.
Lesson:
-I only drank about 3 bottles worth of water and about 1 can of coke for the entire race. Next time I need to be sure to drink more as I think this could have been my cramping problem.
-I carried to much stuff and didn't need anything in my only drop bag at AS4. I carried a rain jacket all day knowing that I would never put it on with the temperature. I also picked up my lights at AS4 even though I didn't need them because at the time the rain was so bad. Next time I think I won't drop anything some infini mix,shot blocks with food from the aid stations is plenty.