What a journey!

Warning: This is an extremely long post!

When I signed up for the DK 200 I don't really think I knew what I was in store for. Yes, I knew that I was signing up for 200 miles in the Flint Hills of Kansas, but I had no idea about the journey I was embarking upon. I will leave out most of the details leading up to the race other than..... I was able to purchase an awesome Salsa Casserroll bike and transform it into my very own gravel grinder bike. My long time friend Sheldon almost immediately signed on as my support crew. And I received lots of tidbits of information and tips, not to mention all the messages checking up on my training and giving me encouragement from Wendy Davis. Time quickly passed and before I knew it June arrived and it was time to head to Kansas.

Those are the only trees in Kansas, Seriously!

Crystal, Ethan, and myself hit the road and picked Sheldon up at his house on the way. I had already planned the route ahead of time so there was not much to worry about. Not a lot to see on the way out there. We did travel through Ft. Scott on the way, kind of an interesting looking town. We made a pit stop here and there and eventually landed at McDonalds for lunch. Not necessarily my choice, but majority rules. Ethan enjoyed a hamburger and some apples which greatly improved his mood, not sure if it was the food or just getting out of the carseat. One other tidbit of information about our stop, even though I said I would not blog about it just to avoid personal embarassment. While backing up to turn around, since the parking lot did not go all the way around the McDonalds, I backed into something ( turned out to be a small metal box) that was next to the trash can, that apparently I did not see ( courtesy of the bike and bike rack, which apprently does block you view slightly). When we got out to go in I immediately noticed that it had made a slice in the plastic part of the bumper of the car, Crystal did not notice it, that is until Sheldon had to go over and poke his finger in it and say " Hey, was this here before?". Thanks alot Sheldon. Anyways Crystal took it very well and it didn't ruin the trip. We arrived in Emporia about 4 p.m. and found our hotel. I had secured us a room early on at the EconoLodge using my corporate discount from work. Not the nicest of accomodations, but other than the musky smell in the stairs it served its purpose well. We unloaded our stuff and my bike and then headed downtown to find the Granada Theater which served as the Check-In, Pre-race meeting, and Start/Finish Line for the race.

I got checked in, received my t-shirt, water bottle, map for the first leg, and some complimetary chamois butter and we headed off to explore town a little bit. We found our way to Wal-Mart and picked up a couple last minute items and stuff to keep Ethan happy the following day. Next we headed over to Applebee's for some dinner, since I had opted not to purchase tickets to the Pasta Palooza event being held downtown. Crystal and I both ordered some pasta with the intention of sharing with each other, but it ended up that the cajun shrimp pasta was a little to spicy for her, so she got my chicken alfredo. Ironic that the person who was going to be nowhere near a bathroom for pretty much the whole next day was the one who ended up eating the " spicy" stuff. But it worked out just fine. After dinner we dropped Crystal and Ethan at the hotel since he was getting tired and headed downtown for the pre-race meeting. It was filled with the normal rules and then Thank You's and some great schwag was tossed out into the crowd, and just like always I won absolutely nothing. After the meeting I was able to find a few people to talk to ..... Bob Jenkins, Luke Lamb, Robby Brown, Jim and Wendy Davis, and a few others. I had been kinda anxious about riding and getting stuck by myself, but Bob was planning on riding about the same pace I had planned for so we agreed to ride together for a while. Sheldon and I headed back to the hotel, I made a few more preparations and laid out my stuff for the race and hit the hay. I think we were in bed around 10:30 and set for a 4:00 a.m. wake up. I didn't sleep real well because the air conditioner did not seem to be working properly, I had it set on 62 degrees and still seemed to be smothering. Morning came early, but I got up and got around.

We all headed downtown for the start of the race and I got everything filled up and loaded up. Racers began to filter in and the street filled up pretty quickly. I spent a little time with Sheldon, Crystal, and Ethan and then found Bob and the other members of Team Redwheel and lined up with them.

The race started with a police escort out of town, so esentially it was a neutral start. Bob and I took off at the pace that kept us right behind those in front of us and then found Jim Davis and we pedaled through town together. It was at this point that I realized that we would have to watch our speed and not get caught up with other people and go out to fast. At one point before we hit the gravel we were cruising at 20 + mph, once we hit the gravel we settled into our own pace and let the riders pass us by. It seemed kind of discouraging at times, but we knew we needed to ride our own race. Jim took off and we didn't see him again until checkpoint # 1. We rode with several different people in the first several miles. All the riders were very polite even when passing us by. We rode with a few of the Redwheel guys for a couple miles before the went on at their pace. I settled into a pace about 13 mph and Bob stayed right behind me, if I seemed to get a little ways ahead then I would slow down and he wold catch up or vice versa and we took turns riding in front absorbing the wind I guess you could say. The miles clicked off pretty quickly and before we knew it we were twenty miles in and then thirty. We were rolling through beautiful scenery and the weather was great. We had to stop a several ( or maybe only like twice) times for Bob so he could go pee, I think he must have a really small bladder, or he might be pregnant. We reminded each other to eat and drink and things were going really well. In fact somewhere around mile 40 or so I may have even said " I think we can do this Bob, we can just stick together and finish this thing" to which he said" Be careful now, this thing will suck you in and deceive you, before you know it you're lying in filthy cow stained water, begging for mercy" or something like that. We kept pedaling, passing some people and being passed by others. We came to a few hills that were probably definetly rideable, but still having a lot of miles left for the day we took our time and walked up them. No shame in saving energy for later. Somewhere around mile 50 I would guess. We turned into the wind on a dirt road, ( by dirt I mean dirt, not gravel) it went on for around 5 miles or so and this was when I got my first taste of how the day would go. I started to feel hotter than I thought I should and just drained of energy. I had been eating, but obviously not enough. We eventually turned out of the wind and we could see town and picked up the pace. I came into checkpoint #1 right behind Bob and felt pretty good, 58 miles down, 146 to go. My awesome support crew was anxiously awaiting my arrival and quickly shuffled me to a chair, handed me a sandwich and powerade and began to refill my bike. I sat down and ate and looked around at all the people that were there, it seemed like a lot more people were hanging out than what I thought there would be. I saw Jim and Wendy Davis, whom I assumed would have been long gone, out snapping wrists with their Superior Attitude, Superior state of mind. Crystal informed me that there had already been people that dropped out. Wow only a quarter of the way and calling it a day, even though deep down I kinda envied them, because it was really starting to get hot outside. Bob ate and drank and was ready to go pretty quickly, quicker than I wanted really, but I knew that we should not waste to much time sitting around. We headed back out for the next 44 miles. Bob was feeling good, better than me and I could tell it too. I felt like I was having a hard time keeping up and could tell he was slowing down a lot to let me catch up. About 8 miles out, around the 65 mile mark, I told him I needed a break. He stopped to wait with me, but I told him to go on, to keep up his pace and not let me slow him down. He was very reluctant to leave and tried to give me electrolytes and about a half dozen Honey Stinger Waffles, I took one and he wasn't happy about it but he went on, not before telling me " Dude I'll see you in a few minutes", thinking that I would catch back up. It was around this point that Wendy went flying by and I told him to chase her down and ride her back wheel for a while. Bob rode on and I sat down on the road, in the sun. I had planned that as soon as he was out of sight I would just call and get a ride and quit. There wasn't any shade nearby except for in the tall grass so I just sat in the gravel. Several people came by and every one of them asked if I was ok. I ate the honey stinger waffle and drank most of a bottle of Gatorade. I was still feeling poorly, but I just didn't want to quit. I called Crystal to tell her what was going on. She asked " How do you feel? Me: I feel like just sitting here in the road and crying. Crystal: Why? Me: I don't know. She said that she would come and get me if that is what I wanted or if I wanted to go a little farther then check back in to do that. I hung up with her and mounted back up thinking I would just ride a little and see how I felt. I went about a half mile and stopped to look at the map, to see where a good place to stop would be, so that I could be easily found. About that time Jim Davis rode by, camera in hand, I saw him in time to " wave" to him Team Seagal style and he rode on yelling something about Lets go or something. I jumped back on my bike thinking if I could catch him maybe I would be a little more motivated, well that didn't happen, he was flying and was soon out of sight. I was now by myself and in my own personal hell. It was hot and I felt terrible. A couple more miles down the road I came across Derrick of team Orange Lederhosen, he looked about like I felt, he was changing a flat tire. I slowed to ask if he needed any help, he said he was fine and getting ready to inflate his tire. I rode on, but about a couple hundred yards down the road I heard an explosion, sounded like his tire or tube had popped. I rode on knowing that I needed to keep moving. ( I later found out his tire wasn't all the way on and his tube popped). I just kept pedaling a few miles at a time and then resting. I would call Crystal and let her know I was ok and still going and then continue on. I came across a lot of people sitting along the side of road, some were just taking a break, others were waiting for a ride. I would pass them then a mile or two down the road they would pass me. Just back and forth, back and forth. I had eventually made it to 75 miles and found a Low Maintenance road, Travel at your own risk, or at least that is what the sign said at the beginning of the road. It was on this section that I got my one and only flat of the race. I had met up with a lady and was riding along with her and inadvertently rode through some big rocks which resulted in the flat. I changed it in what little shade I could find, thank goodness for the cO2 inflator I had purchased, because I never would have pumped that thing up. I kept trudging on, pedaling and taking breaks. I knew that if I could make it to checkpoint #2 I would be done, I really wanted to get my first century ride ever. I was watching my fluid intake, but I couldn't eat, nothing tasted good, every bite made me want to vomit. I managed to stomach a couple accel gels and honey stinger gels which gave me a little energy, but not enough. Still I pedaled on, the closer I got the more determined I became to finish this leg of the race. Around mile 90 or so I came across a guy who was pushing his bike along up a slight grade. I was ready for a break so I stopped to walk with him. He was cramping up, was nauseated and feeling terribly. He was about ready to throw in the towel. I tried to give a little encouragement telling him there was just about 12 miles left, we had already made it 90 miles what was 12 more. He wasn't buying it, I offrered to give him anything he needed, but he declined. We crested the hill and i rode on, I eventually saw him go by in a vehicle he got a ride. A couple miles later I grabbed my camelbak tube to get a drink and sucked air. At first I thought maybe it had just bled off, but no it had not. I was out of water. I remembered passing a water spigot by a corral a ways back, but I wan't sure how far so I did not turn back. How could I be out of water, I didn't even drink much over half in the first leg? Regardless I was and I had drank most of my powerade during my mental breakdown and what I had left was too hot to drink. I pedaled on wondering if I could make it without any hydration for the last ten miles, probably not. And then my prayers were answered a jeep pulled up, one of the jeeps from the jeep club that was running support for the race, the only people other than racers that we could accept assistance from, and he had water. I quickly filled a bottle and my camelbak and started to drink, I nearly made myself sick I drank so fast, but it was cold and tasted so good. This saved my race, I don't think I could have made it without this water. The miles ticked by and I saw more people waiting for rides and more support crews came by searching for their riders. The town eventually came into view and I knews that I was going to make it. I rolled into checkpoint # 2 around 4:45 ish 15 or so minutes past the cutoff of 4:30 p.m. I had missed the cutoff, I was out of the race, which was good, cause I couldn't have went any farther I don't think. Bob and Jim were there along with a couple of the Team Redwheel guys, they were all calling it a day. Wendy had went on, she had convinced Corey Case to go with her and they were on their way to # 3. We didn't get to sit around very long because the sky was clouding up and it started to rain. Now I was really glad I wasn't still out there. The heat had been enough of a blow, let alone to get rained on. We made a stop at a gas station for some post race beverages and we were all headed to #3 to wait for the other riders to arrive. A few miles down the road everyone stopped and pulled over. Wendy and Corey had gotten into some horrible soul sucking, unrideable mud and needed a ride and another team redwheel guy had endured high winds and hail and was calling it a day. We doubled back and found Wendy and Corey and headed on to #3. We arrived in Council Grove and found the grocery store, Stoney and Matt of Team Redwheel were already there and heading out to finish so this only left Luke out on the course. Robby had ridden the first 102 miles and Luke was to ride the second half, relay style. We hung out and listened to the horror stories from the riders coming in about how bad the "B" roads were. We waited for quite some time and were starting to become concerned about Luke when he came riding in, he was in good spirits despite the conditions. A big majority of the riders had abandoned the course and took other roads to come into town, actually riding more miles to avoid the mud. Initially it was thought that this was acceptable, but ultimately ended in those riders being DQ'ed. I am not sure that everyone was being truthful, but that is their own personal issue to deal with. Luke was up front and admitted to taking the highway and accepted his DQ, like a man. Luke had arrived just in time to enjoy some pizza that we had ordered and just got back with and then we loaded up to head back to Emporia. On the way back we received word that both of the Team Redwheel guys had already finished. Great job to those guys, over 300 started only around 65 finished. I don't know for sure but I hope the guy who I loaned my light to was able to finish as well. It wasn't an expensive light, but I hope it worked for him. After dropping off Lukes' bike and Robby at the hotel we headed back to our room and called it a night.

I ended the day with right at 103 miles, what an experience. I will be going back next year, you should come along. It is almost a year away. Plenty of time to train. Also a huge thanks most of all to my wife Crystal for putting up with me training and being out riding and going along for support. Thanks to Sheldon for coming along and chauffering Crystal and Ethan. Thanks to Wendy Davis for the encouragement and training tips. Also a huge thanks to the Redwheel support crew and Luke Lamb for keeping Crystal company while she waited on me all day.

Ozark Greenways Adventure Race

A few weeks ago several of us traveled down to Noel, Mo for the OGAR. If you don't know where Noel is, lets just say that I heard a lot of banjos as we got near there. The teams were as follows.... Holly and Danessa, both of whom raced with us last year, Steve, and Myself would be racing 4 person coed while Chris and Dr. James ( I later found out he preferred to be called by his first name, Weldon, and not anything that had to do with Doc, Dr, or so forth) would team up for a 2 person team. Everyone had raced before except Weldon, this would be his first and to say that he was excited would be a major understatement. In a visit to his house the week before the race he had ran around like a kid at christmas showing us all of his new clothes and camelbak, He also purchased a brand new Gary Fisher Cobia 29er for this race. I did take the opportunity to "test ride" it while I had it at the base, and I must say it would not take much to convince me to ride a 29er. And by not much I mean getting one of my own by any means necessary. =)
Race check in was on Friday evening with the race on Saturday. Steve and Weldon were not going to be down until late, so Chris and I arranged to take all the bikes with us so that we could do the bike drop before it got dark. Chris took three and I took the other three on my new trunk rack that I had recently purchased for the upcoming DK200. It is made to hold three bikes, but there is not any extra room, that is for sure.
Crystal, Ethan, and I headed down early Friday morning, her brother David just so happens to live in Noel and he wanted to hang out for a while and eat lunch. In true fashion, just like the past two years, the day before the race was filled with rain and bad weather. We found his house and visited for a while then he took us to his favorite place to eat, which turned out to be a gas station cafe. Crystal was not overly impressed, but I thoroughly enjoyed my double cheeseburger and fries. David soon headed off to work and we drove around exploring while waiting for Chris and the girls to arrive. Once they made it we headed off to the bike drop, and staged our gear for the next day. We then headed off to check in, where we received our race numbers, t-shirts and even had time to eat a little pasta. We had planned on camping and sleeping in our tent, but between the torrential rains and the fact that Davids house was only about a ten minute drive from race headquarters Crystal decided that we should just stay at his house, he was more than happy and had already prepared his spare bedroom in anticipation. Everyone else ended up sleeping in their cars rather than setting up their tents, unfortunately there wasn't room for me to invite them to share in our accomodations.
I got an early start on Saturday and headed down to headquarters for the 530am map pickup, Crystal elected to stay asleep and get a ride down to the car later. The maps were handed out, a few last minute course changes due to high water, and we boarded the buses to head to the start of the race. We were bussed to a gravel road intersection about 4 miles from where we had dropped our bikes the night before, which would also serve as the TA from the orienterring leg. The race started with a road run just over 4 miles, mostly gravel, then ending on pavement. The faster teams took off like a shot, the slower teams took off walking, and we were in the middle. Chris and Weldon were out in front followed by the rest of us.( Important note: We were two different teams, but decided prior to the race to just stay together due to lack of navigational experience of some team members) I did have to take a few breaks and walk a little, but was overall satistfied with my performance, especially since I ran absolutely none in preparation for this race. I had actually debated even doing this race, just to prevent injury to my ankle, due to the fact that DK200 was only two weeks later. We made it to the TA for the start of the orienteering leg and eventually corralled everyone onto the trail. This leg was made up of 5 checkpoints, they could be done in any order. On the map they all appeared to be pretty close to the trail, which later proved to be not exactly so true. We hit the first two pretty easily, probably mostly due to the beat down path where everyone else had went, and headed on to the next one. I knew it was going to be a little bit more difficult, but figured with the stampede trail to the others it would be the same. Wrong! We ran, then walked, then ran and pretty soon we thought we should be in the right spot, but we couldn't see where anyone else had been. Needless to say we wasted well over an hour looking around before we finally went back and found a reference on the map and led us right to it. ( Should have done that from the beginning, or just took a slow and steady approach following the map closer from the beginning) Next we could take the trail up and around, which was what the girls wanted to do, or a short bushwack to the next point. I insisted on the bushwack, and even though they were apprehensive that we could find it that way, we went off trail. It was thick, dense, tick infested brush, but we came right out on the trail only about fifty feet away from the checkpoint. Score one for my navigational skills. That was our last one and we made our way back to the TA.
Next up was the biking leg, the part I was most excited about, since I had been training and riding a lot. We quickly realized just how much time we had lost once we got back to our bikes, I think we were the next to last team out of that TA, but we were having fun, and that was most important. We hit the road, then across a field to the creek where we had the privilege of wading through waist deep swift water while carrying our bikes. This was followed by a muddy hike/ bike push fest across some private property to intersect with a trail system which started with another bike push up a hill from HELL! It may not have been too bad early on, but after a hundred or more people come through and rut it up and get it all worked up, it was pure cardio intensity. The rest of the "technical bike" was mostly uneventful, a few sweet downhills followed by a lot of pushing on trails that were not really trails, and one more navigational blunder which cost us another 30-45 minutes by going up a wrong hill.
We eventually made it back to transition to the " road bike" section. While some of us were filling up on water I overheard one of the volunteers saying that the winners had finished about three to four hours ago. What a slap to the face, we still had 8 miles of highway and then 8 miles of paddling to go. Once on the highway I really started to feel good, finally something that we could actually pedal and ride for a while. I actually had to make myself slow down and wait so as to not get to far ahead of everyone. I think we covered this part in around 40 minutes or so, and found our way to the river.
We had made up a little ground while on the bikes because there were still about a half dozen canoes left when we arrived. We paddled on the elk river, it was pretty wide and calm with a little bit of current. A little bit of scenery, but not the prettiest I have seen for sure. The wind was really starting to blow as we progressed down the river, sometimes it would almost stop the canoe in between strokes, or it seemed like it anyway. We kept a good pace and covered this leg in about 1hr 40 minutes I think. Not to bad considering that for about the last mile I was so nauseated that I thought I might puke or just fall overboard. I guess I forgot to drink anything once we got into the canoes, I had taken my camelbak off and sat it behind me, out of sight , out of mind I guess.
We made it into the finish line in about 10 1/2 hrs. I don't know where we ended up placing and I don't really care. There was still food and beer left and it was still daylight. We had a great day, no one got hurt, everyone was still smiling, Weldon had a positive first race experience, and we all made it home safely. Luckily, because the next night was when the tornado struck Joplin, which it just so happens is less than twenty miles from where we were.

To go fast or not to go fast?

MFXC 2011

This past Sunday I got the opportunity to ride in the MFXC 2011 Non-Race hosted by Team Seagal. First let me say thanks to everyone that contributed to putting that thing together. The t-shirt is awesome, the location was fantastic and I really did have a blast.
I left the house around six am on Sunday and headed down. It took me around 3 hrs to get there, but I did get to see some great scenery along the way. The weather looked like it was going to be fantastic despite the forecast. I arrived at the DD/32 parking lot and found several cars already there. I had never been there, but didn't have any trouble finding it.
I haven't been riding alot of singletrack this year. Well I guess in comparison to probably everyone there, I haven't ridden a lot of singletrack ever. I still was feeling pretty good about the day. I rode at Sac River a couple of weeks ago and felt like I was making pretty good pace. Funny thing about riding by yourself and going pretty fast, or what you think is fast. You are never as fast as you think once you start riding with everyone else, or at least that is what happened to me. The start of the race was staged with the winners of last years event going first, then the first ten to register, and then everyone else. I knew from my only other mtn bike event ( Berryman Epic) last year to just try to stay out of peoples way and let them go first. I just held towards the back of the pack so that everyone that wanted could get around and go fast. I was riding at what I thought was a good pace, but soon everyone was completely out of sight. I am not sure why I was going so slow...... perhaps I just don't have the guts that everyone does, or maybe it is just lack of experience. I am guessing the latter of the two, I always just feel like things are pretty sketchy. Maybe it is my bike, who knows.
A couple miles down the trail I noticed that I wasn't feelling that great, I didn't feel like I was going out that hard, so I wasn't sure what was happening. I stopped to rest for a minute and realized that I still had a long sleeve shirt on and that I was really warm. I stuffed my shirt in my pack and headed on and started feeling pretty good, and really enjoyed the ride for a while. The course soon hit some roads and a monster gravel hill that seemed to go forever, it did have a killer descent though. And by killer I mean " killer", as in if you start screaming down and lose it, you are going to be hurting. Eventually the course found its way back to single track. Shorty before I hit the trail I noticed that I was starting to have an uncomfortable pain in my left knee. I stopped and stretched it out a little, checked my seat and it seemed like maybe it had slid down a little, so I raised it just a little. Once I had started riding again the pain subsided for a little while. Back on the trail though it quickly returned and was making the ride not so enjoyable. I just kept pedaling away, enjoying my solo ride, since everyone else was long gone. I eventually made it to a water stop and found Jim Davis manning it. I told him about my knee pain and that I just wasn't enjoying riding with it. He said that something was probably just out of line with my cleat or something, but not to further aggravate it. He was going to be heading in soon and offered me a ride and I graciously accepted. About 30 minutes later while waiting for the course sweeper it began to rain, and I have to say I was a little bit glad to have a ride back that was dry. By the time we got back to the parking lot several people had already finished and more were coming in. It was raining pretty hard and I didn't really know any of the people that were there so I loaded up and headed home, knowing that I still had a long drive. I thought I could get home early and suprise Crystal, but she had made other plans and was gone to town.
I really enjoyed the trail that I did get to ride before calling it quits. I always enjoy riding single track, but it just doesn't seem like I am ever going to be fast enough to keep up with anyone. I have been thinking about doing some other mountain bike races later this year, and had even planned to return to the BT Epic. But after Sunday it almost seems like I either need to ride a lot more before that stuff or limit my off road biking to adventure races.

Bonk Hard Chill

Yes, I know I am a little behind on blogging what has been going on. The chill was a race that nearly did not happen for me. I had planned on racing with Chris, he had even planned on the race. However when he was picking up days for flight shifts he forgot the date and scheduled a shift the day before the race. This took him out of the race. I still wanted to do the race but it seemed that no one else was interested in it, or already had plans. I dropped some hints here and there but did not get any takers. I had pretty given up hope and just started thinking about what race I could try to do next. Then on the Monday before the race while scanning Facebook I came across my opportunity. Kelly Sumner of Offroad Fixation posted that a member of his 4 person co-ed team had been injured and could not race. He was looking for someone to fill in. I thought to myself, hmmm this could be a good opportunity. Even though I had not really been training for the race, at least not on a serious level. I sent him a message and told him I would be more than happy to race with him. I honestly figured that he could probably find someone else, or at least someone that they already knew. Later that evening I received word that I was in. Oh great, what had I gotten myself into? I had never met any of the people I would be racing with. They were probably all in great shape and I was going to be dragging them down. I didn't have any of my stuff ready or organized or even close to being ready to race. I normally get a room at the Quail's Nest and when I called they were full. I was really excited to get to race, but there were so many things to get figured out.

The week before the race flew by, but I got all my gear gathered up and ready. I sent and received a few emails from the other team members, and they all seemed to be very nice. They assured me that my fitness level would not be an issue, as long as I was willing to have a good time and finish the race. I made contact with Bob and Luke of Team Virtus, who had decided kind of last minute to do the race, and the agreed to let me stay in their cabin with them. It was really amazing how things came together for me, even with it being last moment.

I left my house Friday afternoon with the truck loaded down, and headed to Lake of The Ozarks. I had arranged to meet my teammates at the church where check in and the pre-race would be held. My teammates were running a little behind so I had plenty of time to run and get a few necessities, ie. gatorade, bananas, snickers, and of course beer. While waiting for everyone back at the church I had the pleasure of visiting with Wendy Davis, whom has been absolutely wonderful in giving me a few pointers on training and sharing her personal thoughts about the DK200. She actually had brought along some "top secret" information on a training plan for me, ok maybe not top secret, but if you aren't in the loop you are probably not going to get it. Suzanne and Jacqueline, the females of the team, arrived and we got out intoductions out of the way. Kelly was still going to be a few minutes so we were all able to visit for a few minutes. Sometime during all of this Bob and Luke showed up. This was the first time I had ever met Luke. Even if it seemed like we already knew each other from the blogs and Facebook. I had met Bob once last year at the Berryman Adventure race, so we were old friends. This weekend was going to be full of new experiences for me and I have to say that I was pretty stoked. Kelly arrived and we got checked in, got our information about the bike drop, and about the pre-race meeting. Kelly and the ladies took off pretty quick to head to the bike drop, I had elected to follow Bob and Luke so that I could find out where the cabin was, if we had time. We headed down to the bike drop at Swinging Bridges Road, couple of interesting facts about this moment of the weekend. The bridges were one lane, actual swinging bridges, we had to stop and back up after making it almost across the second one because of oncoming traffic. Earlier in the week, prior to the race, Luke had announced that they had a suprise coming in the near future. Several guesses were made but no one expected what was to come. A reporter from The Pitch in Kansas City was going to following along with the guys during the race. He had also brought along a photographer, and they would be staying with us in the cabin. We all met just prior to heading to the bike drop. While dropping off the bikes Ben began to talk about how long it had been since he had ridden a bike, and it became apparent that this was going to be an adventure for him and Team Virtus. After the bike drop we headed back into town to find some grub before the meeting. We ended up at Applebee's , which is always a favorite of mine. We all sat down, ordered our drinks ( I think everyone except for me and Bob had water, we of course had a beer, for the carbs of course ), and Ben ( the reporter) pulled out his tape recorder. There were a couple of minutes following where everyone seemed to be a little uneasy, well not really but kinda unsure about being recorded. Ben assured us that he wanted everyone to just be normal, and Brooke ( photographer) assured us that she was not easily offended. Probably a good thing since she was going to stay in a cabin with four guys, in the woods. We all enjoyed a good dinner and headed down to the pre-race meeting. Jason went over his normal stuff, all the rules, start time, time to be on the buses, and handed out the maps. We received all of our maps and cluesheets to plot them. I had gotten some vague directions to the cabin and agreed to follow Kelly back to the condo where he and the ladies were staying so we could plot the maps. I have to say at this point in the night I was not really feeling that great about anything ( probably a combination of sleep deprivation from the 48 hr shift prior to, and maybe just missing Crystal and Ethan). We arrived at the condo, spread out our maps and prepared to plot. Kelly explained to me the way he wanted me to read the coordinates to him ( at first it seemed that he was being a little particular, but it actually worked out great). We knocked the plotting out pretty quickly, some of my anxiety was gone after seeing the course, which actually appeared a little bit short at the time, and I headed back to the cabin. I eventually found the cabin and found everyone to be having a great time. The cabin was a pretty neat little place that you have to walk down a trail to, no running water or electricity, showers nearby, it had a woodstove for heat, a little table and a quaint loft with beds upstairs. I made quick work of preparing my pack since it was mostly already done and got to hang out with the guys, and Brooke. I could probably write a lot about the cabin, but since this report is already getting long and I am not even to the actual race, I will just say a lot of fun was had.

Race morning came upon us pretty quickly after what seemed to be a short night. I headed out before Bob and Luke, I thought they were going to be right behind me. They apparently decided they would not have time to catch the buses and drove to the bike drop. I found my teammates, we boarded the buses and were off to the starting line. You will have to forgive me if you were there and I leave some of the details out about the race. The race started out with about 2.5 to 3 miles of running on the gravel roads. Everyone spread out pretty quickly as the faster teams sprinted away and others walked or jogged. I wasn't prepared to run very far so I was glad to see the pace that the rest of the team was setting. We hit the first checkpoint probably somewhere mid to back of the pack. Interesting thing that I saw during this part of the race.... we were running along and here came a young girl, probably about my age, who looked alot like a girl that I went to school with, and an older lady, probably her mom came by. The young girl whom was probably about 120 pound, was carrying both of their packs on her back! I later found out her original parter had backed out last minute and her mom who was home on leave from the military jumped in to do the race with her. How awesome is that? We got to the canoes and hit the river. We had been told to be prepared to get our feet wet. At first the river appeared to be flowing good, but we did eventually come to a place where we had to get out and drag the canoe. I can tell you right now, the water was freezing cold! The paddling leg went off without a hitch for us. One team was not so fortunate, they had turned their canoe over and it was lodged in a log jam. We offered to help in any way we could, but they assured us they were ok. I guess they got out ok, I never did hear. We arrived back at the TA/ bike drop and headed out for the first biking leg. Things were going pretty good, we were making steady progress and then it happened. I was pedaling up a slight incline and heard something snap and felt my pedals slip. I stopped, looked down and saw what had happened. My heart instantly sank, the hanger for my rear deraileur was snapped in two pieces. Basically this meant that I would no longer be able to shift gears on my rear sprocket. =( This could potentially make for a long day. I was prepared to make a single speed of my bike, but then Kelly came through in the pinch. Kelly was riding a Giant bike even though it was not the same model as mine. He just happened to have a hanger in his bike pouch, crisis averted, and we were back on the road in a matter of minutes. Another couple of miles down the road we had our second mechanical of the day. After riding across a creek Jacqueline got a flat, no big deal, it was changed out quickly and we continued on. Back at the TA we headed out for the short orienteering leg. It went very smoothly. Kelly was great at following the terrain and relating it to the map. We walked almost straight to the points. After gather the points there, we headed back out on the bikes for some more road riding. Somewhere during this part I started to feel sluggish and even like I was going to cramp up in my legs. The fact that it started to rain on us during this part did not help. We hit a couple more points along the way and eventually made it to the final orienteering leg. There were a lot more points here and each team was allowed to skip one point. I think everyone was starting to drag a little bit by this point, but we headed off anyway. Several points came with relative ease, but then they started to get farther apart and the forest got thicker and harder to stay on track. We came to the creek we were looking for and went this way and then that way, and to no avail. The checkpoint should have been there, or were we in the right place? By now we realized that we were not going to have enough time to get all the points and finish in time. Even though we never really verbalized what we were doing, everyone knew it. We were all exhausted and just wanted to get back to the finish line, back to beer and baked potatoes. We hiked back to the bikes, hit one final checkpoint on the way in, and rode back to the finish line. There were lots of people still there, cheering us in. Just before the finish line we rode past Bob, Luke, Ben, and Brooke, oddly enough they were walking, they should have been biking. For the story of what happened you will have to read about it on their blog. We all made it back, got to see the awards ceremony and enjoyed some good food and beer.

All in all, it was a great day. Thanks to Kelly, Suzanne, and Jacqueline for letting me race with them. I really enjoyed it and would be more than willing to race with them again anytime. Thanks to Bob and Luke of Team Virtus for letting me hang out and stay with them. You guys are great, maybe someday we will all get to race together. Thanks to Jason and Laura for putting on a great race and thanks to all the volunteers.

A new year and a new challenge

Well it is the middle of January 2011. The winter finally is here and I don't like it. A few things have happened in recent months. My dad passed away on the 18th of December, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor several years ago and underwent surgery in June to have it removed. It was a very long surgery, broken up into two days. He came out of it doing well and continued to do so for a while and then suffered a stroke and his health continued to decline. My aunt took care of him up until the end of November and it just became too much for her to do at home. He had to be placed in the nursing home, which he was actually ok with. He was only there for a couple weeks before his passing. I was there with him till the end and I have to say it was a privelege and a pain. This was very tough on me and I kinda just gloomed around in my own little world of misery. Finally by new years i was starting to feel a little better and got out and rode the trails at Sac River. This was definetly a pick up and really kicked in my motivation. Which was much needed since I had planned on racing the Chill in February. Shortly thereafter I found out that Chris had a scheduling conflict and would not be able to race. On the 6th of January I received a call from Crystal while I was working. She was hysterical screaming something about the dogs getting out of the yard and someone was shooting at them. Somehow our dogs got the gate open and took off on an adventure. Molly our beagle mix had been out several times ( she is a digger), Tank our beagle ( the follower) had also been out, Otis our chocolate lab however had never been out of the yard, at least not without me with him. Long story short, our a-hole neighbor shot our small beagle with a shotgun wounding him in the back leg. He had came home which is what alerted Crystal of what was going on. Molly came home shortly after, but Otis our lab ( the scaredy cat) must have taken off running. I spent most of the next day looking for him without any luck. The following day some good friends of mine found Otis about five miles from the house, he had been hit and killed on the highway. Otis was a big, clumsy, slobbery, pain in the rear end, but he was also my best friend.
With all of those things happening I guess I have lost my mind, because now this week I signed up for the Dirty Kanza 200. It is a 200 mile ultra endurance gravel road race in the Flint Hills of Kansas. You can call me crazy, stupid, idiot, or whatever else you want, everyone else pretty much already has. Perhaps I am, but Crystal believes in me and supports me in whatever I want to do. I won't be doing this alone, there will be some other people that I know there, and they are great people. Sheldon, my friend of 20 plus years, has been with me though the thick and thin and has signed on to run sag support for me, as long as he doesn't change his mind.
The training will begin asap, tomorrow to be exact. I don't really know exactly how to train for such an arduous task, but I will make the best of it. I have spent the last two days reading other blogs and reports all about the race. I have a few things to work out, well a lot, but mainly I am going to get a new bike, a cross bike. General concensus is that a cross bike is best for this type of race and other than trail riding will suit my riding style well. I have no sponsors, no team, or no commitment to any specific brand of bike so I am not sure what kind to get. There are many, many, kinds out there. As of now I am planning to go and look at what Giant has to offer, probably the TCX2, ( my mtb is a Giant and i like it so why not). Also planning to check out Specialized, have heard a lot of good things about the Tricross. I have checked them both out on the internet and read reviews. I have also read about some others so I will just have to wait and see. I will keep everyone updated as the search goes on and the training gets going. I would appreciate any comments, concerns, or encouragement through this journey.

BT Epic

Lesson Learned

Well the BT Epic has came and went. I had a great time camping at the Bass River Resort, it is a wonderful campground. Crystal and Ethan came along for the weekend since the weather was forecast to be mild temperatures, although there was rain forecasted. We headed down on Friday and set up the pop-up camper that Kelly from work was so gracious to lend us for the weekend. Camp was already set up by the time that Chris arrived, so we settled in to enjoy the evening. We ordered a pizza from the camp store and enjoyed a couple beers before last minute prep. and turned in for the night.
Race day came and we got up and around at 7 a.m. In hindsight, a little earlier wake up time would have been better because I felt a little rushed to get everything ready and make it to the start line. There was a pre-race meeting@ 0815 and the race would start @ 0830. With over 200 racers I knew the mass start would be a little hectic. The fast guys were lined up in the front and then everyone else behind them. Chris and I lined up pretty well at the back with only a few people behind us. We were told that we would need to listed closely for the little firecracker that would start the race, not exactly the case. The race started with a big bang that sounded about like a stick of dynamite going off, I think this probably caught everyone off guard and spiked the heart rate a little. Once the fast guys took off everyone gradually took off slowly behind them and it seemed like things were great. But only about 150 yards from the start I had my first crash of the day. One of the female racers had dropped her chain and was off to the side of the road and apparently the guy in front and to the opposite side of me knew her so he cut directly in front of me and stopped, catching me off guard. I ran into his rear wheel, didn't get unclipped and went forward smacking my ribs on the handle bars and falling over. Not exactly the start I had envisioned. I quickly uprighted and took back off, but by this point pretty much everyone had passed me. I started pedaling pretty hard so that I could try to catch back up with Chris before he got to far away. I thought I could see him up ahead, but as we started up the long climb out of Bass River I just couldn't seem to catch up. I figured maybe I would catch him later and just settled in to spin my way up the hills. This was the second thing of the day not going according to plan. My goal was no matter what to keep Chris in my sight if he was in front of me, and his plan was to do the same if I took the lead. Even though neither one of us had really said it, this ride was going to be a race between the two of us and we knew it. By the time I reached the single track I had passed several people, but still had not seen chris. I figured he was gone for the day. Once on the singletrack people behind me gradually began to catch me and pass me. I knew that I had very limited experience on the trails and did not want to hold anyone else back. After 4 or 5 miles I was pretty sure I was in dead last place and was starting to feel down on myself. Soon I heard another biker coming up behind me so I pulled over to let them pass and it was Chris, I still have no idea how he ended up behind me, but there he was. This made me feel a little better and we pedaled on. By the time I made it to the first checkpoint Chris had taken off and left me behind, he is more experienced than me and went a little faster on the downhills. I rolled through the checkpoint and kept on pedaling. We had to ride up onto the road for a little while to get back on the trail and as I hit the road I saw Chris leaving the road onto the trail. I quickly caught up with him and we decided to stop for a minute and eat something. By this point in the day we had both came to several realizations, most importantly that we were not even close to being ready to do this race. Chris was already talking about if we made it to the next checkpoint he was going to get a ride back with Crystal. I wasn't feeling very peppy and I had already thought the same thing. It didn't take long for the gremlins to creep into my head and soon I was ready to call it a day. By the time we made it to the second checkpoint we were both feeling pretty spent, it was about 1245 and the guys that were picking up the arrows and sweeping the course had caught up to us. We just weren't feeling it and knew that there was a cutoff of 3 p.m. for coming back through the Berryman Campground. Crystal was there waiting on us to take some pictures and we decided to call it a day and catch a ride back with her.
We got back to the camp and several riders were coming in past our campsite to the finish the line. We kicked back enjoyed some chips and cheese dip and a beer. Chris headed out shortly after that, he had a halloween party to attend later in the evening so he needed to get home. Crystal, Ethan, and I loaded up our chairs and cooler and headed up to the finish line to watch racers come in. I sat for a little while and then took a shower to clean up before coming back to watch more people finish. We settled into our chairs out by the road so we could see riders as they came in, and eventually began to direct riders to the finish, I guess it was difficult to decipher where they needed to go. It was a lot of fun and gave me a chance to cheer them on to the finish line. Jim Davis eventually came along from his camp he had some problems and had also dropped at the second checkpoint. I visited with him for a while, he said his wife was still going strong and should be coming through around the 7 hr mark. I stood my post until after I saw Wendy come through so I could snap a picture and then we headed off to find the food. The rest of the evening was filled with lots of food, fun visiting with the racers, free beer, a band, awards and giveaways. I didn't win anything, which is nothing out of the ordinary for me. My luck with giveaways is always terrible. Chris' name was drawn but he was not there so no prize for him.
Now that I have given you the details of the race, I will elude to a few of the lessons I learned. This was my first mountain bike race, I have done adventure races, but never bike races. In hindsight this may not have been the best one to start with, but maybe it was because short of doing a 100 miler or something this has to be one of the tougher ones around, or at least I hope so. I went into this race thinking... I love to ride my bike, how hard can it be. I have ridden 40+ miles, no big deal. I thought I was in decent shape, I have always had strong legs and assumed that I could just pedal my way through it. I now know that racing a mountain bike on singletrack trails is something totally different than I envisioned. Doing a race like this uses a lot more muscles than just your legs. Riding singletrack is technical and is not something you can do a time or two and just fly through. There is no substitute for learning to ride trails other than riding trails. An 8 mph pace is more difficult than what a person would think. I have done adventure races and not been in tip-top shape, you can meddle your way through it and eventually you are at a transition and it is time to do something else. This does not work when riding a bike race, cause at each checkpoint there is just more riding. There is a certain amount of confidence required to ride these trails and if you don't ride trails regularly you are not going to have it. It is always easier to quit than continue on, but that doesn't mean you won't regret it later. I am sure there are a few more, but I will call it good for now.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the organizers of the race it was a very well put on race at a great place on great trails. A special thanks to Wendy Davis for helping me out and giving me some pedals for my bike since the ones I had were giving such a hard time. The pedals worked great and I am very grateful. Thank you Bob Jenkins for offering to loan me pedals to help me. These two are great people whom I had only met once prior to their offers. I once heard someone say that adventure racers are some of the nicest people you will meet, I have to agree but add that so are mtn. bikers. Another person of notable mention... Mitch Johnson.... I had the pleasure of meeting this guy after then race while Crystal, Ethan and I were enjoying our second round of bbq. He had stopped to see Ethan and I recognized him, having read about some of his conquests on his and other blogs. He had a lot of pointers/ advice for me to consider and help me in my future mtn. biking endeavors. What a nice guy and an athlete, he rode the course in 5 hrs 21 minutes or something close to this time with two broken ribs! That is some devotion.
Even though I ended up with a DNF at this race I still had a great weekend. Everyone has a DNF at some time of another, some have more than others. The important part about it is what you take away from it and what you do to make it different next time. I have a lot better of idea of what it is all about now, and vow that my next time will be different. I am going to be doing a lot more riding and not just on roads. On that note anyone planning any rides, races, or that just wants to get together and maybe give me few pointers on trail riding just hit me up.

Berryman Adventure- 12 hr

Well the Berryman has came and went. First off let me say it was a wonderful race, Jason of Bonk Hard did a wonderful job organizing and planning the race. A HUGE thank you to all of the volunteers and the staff of the YMCA. Consider yourself warned the following race report is rather lengthy, but if you ( by you I mean the two followers I have, and what few other people will come across this) enjoy reading race reports as much as I do, then read on.

Now on to the details.... Chris and I left Lebanon around two on Friday and headed up for check-in, setting up camp, bike drop, and pre-race meeting. We drove straight to the YMCA which was the pre-planned bike drop. We gave our bikes a once over and placed them inside of a building with our shoes and helmets. We arrived at Bass River Resort a little later and were directed to the resort to check in. I have to say Bass River is a beautiful place with what appeared to be all the amenities a person could want and still consider it camping. We got our spot and headed out to it to set up our tent. I had brought my small Coleman tent which is very easy to set up and provided plenty of room for the cots that Chris had brought for us to sleep on. Crystal and I usually sleep on an air mattress, but that would have seemed a little too personal for Chris and I. After camp was set up we headed up to the lodge and enjoyed a nice dinner of spaghetti, salad, and chicken. It was a pretty good meal and prevented us from having to drive somewhere to eat which would have been all the way back to Cuba or on to Potosi and there wasn't time for that anyway. After dinner we headed back down to camp, gathered up our camp chairs, a couple of beverages and headed up to the pavillion for the pre-race meeting. It was pretty packed with all the teams cramming in to hear what Jason had to say. The maps were handed out and then Jason explained the start times for each race. The 36 hour race would start at 4 a.m., and they would have to board buses at 3 a.m. this made me glad we weren't doing the 36 hr race. The 12 hour racers would board buses at 6 for a 7 a.m. race start. We would be bussed to the YMCA for the start of the race. We headed back to camp, started a fire, and sat down to plot our points. We received the coordinates for all of our points except # 14 which would be a mystery event. Plotting was straightforward, Chris and I have a pretty good system which we have developed over time, Chris reads the coordinates and I plot them and tell him what landmarks it is near to compare to the cluesheet. The hardest part of plotting was trying to keep an ink pen writing after the maps got wet with the dew. We got the plotting done, briefly looked over the map at the routes and called it good. In hindsight it probably would not have hurt to have studied the routes a little more in depth, especially considering that the supplemental map had some very useful information on it. After getting done with the maps we hopped in the car to drive back out to the highway in search of cell phone signal. Bass River is great, but there is absolutely no signal anywere down there. We got back out to the highway and found some signal. I called my wife to check on her and my baby boy and Chris called and checked in with his wife. I told Crystal that it would be late on Saturday evening before I called back. Expecting to finish between 4 and 6 I told her not to start to worry unless it was after 8 and I still had not called. After our phone calls we headed back to camp and turned in for the night. Trying to sleep the night before a race is never an easy task, or at least not for me. I am always anxious about over sleeping, the start of the race, navigating, etc. The cots were not to uncomfortable, but coupled with anxiety and the noisy neighbors, it was not a very good night of sleep. We woke up just before 5 a.m. and started getting ready for the race. It didn't take very long to tear down camp ( we had been informed the night before when we checked in that someone could want to rent our spot, since we were not staying saturday night). I had brought some peanut butter and honey sandwiches and bananas for breakfast, with Gatorade to wash it down. I am not sure what Chris ate, he hardly ever wants to eat before the race, not necessarily the best of an idea in my opinion, but to each his own.
We boarded the buses and rode down to the YMCA for the start of the race. We took our bikes out and pushed them down to the soccer field for the start of the race. We would start off trekking, but would eventually be back for the bikes. We sang the national anthem, lined up, and the race was off. There was about a mile or so road run, up a pretty good hill to get to checkpoint one. This really helped to spread out the teams a little, but there were still a lot of teams in the area when we arrived. We had planned to go to the intersection and shoot a heading, but got caught up with all the teams and hopped off the road a little early and went right past the checkpoint, missing it. We regrouped and found it, but still probably lost at least ten minutes. From here the next few checkpoints were found pretty easily, 3-11 could be done in any order. The only one that we hit out of order was 8 which we hit after 3. After 8 we headed to 4, the clue was a spur. There were several other teams in the area, and they were all having a hard time finding it. I think we may have gotten off a little on our heading, I am not sure. Either way we got to the area and had a difficult time finding the correct spur. We had missed it, but knew the only way to get back on track was head back from where we had came, on our way back we actually walked back across the right spur and found the checkpoint. I don't know how much time we lost here, but I would venture to guess at least 30 mins or a little more. #5 was on a rock bluff overlooking the lake, it was a wonderful view from up there. The rest of the checkpoints from here back to the soccer fields were found without anymore big snafus. # 12 was a mystery event, which turned out to be a rock wall. Once person had to get into a harness and climb to the top and rapell back down, I elected Chris to do this and he didn't object. Just watching him, it looked like he really enjoyed it. At 13 we received coordinates for #14 which would be another mystery event. We lost a few minutes by going down the road and coming into it from the backside, not realizing that the road went right up to it. The mystery event was a zip line, since Chris did the first one I would do this one. I am not really afraid of heights, however standing on the ground looking up to the platform at the top I started to feel a little nervous. I climbed up and got clipped on and went zipping down. It was fun, but not until I was going, the whole process of sitting on the edge of a platform and then sliding off to free fall along the zip line was a little nerve wrecking. We quickly headed back to the soccer field for transition and headed out on the bikes. I had looked at the map and knew what road we needed to watch for, and we settled in for some pedaling. Well we were looking for a county road identified with numbers and had not paid close enough attention to the surrounding landmarks. This resulted in riding past the road we should have turned on, we probably added on somewhere around 4-6 miles with this error, not too big of a deal, but rode a couple of really big hills and wasted a lot of time, and hr or so by the time we realized, debated with some other teams and turned around. Once on the right road we encountered some serious uphill gravel road riding. Things went good for a while, although the hills took a serious toll on our legs. Later in the day we were on the Berryman trail and had a little bit of a problem finding #18, we thought we had went far enough as did some of the other teams that were riding with us, we started to turn around, but ran into another team that were familiar with the area and did not think we had went far enough. We turned around and continued on right to the checkpoint. # 19 was at an artesian well which was being put to good use filling camelbaks. Between 21 and 22 we rode a short section of the Ozark Trail which was probably the highlight of biking portion. It was fast, flowy,and a lot of fun. At 23 we dropped our bikes and hit the courtois creek for an 11 mile paddle. The creek had good current, but there were a lot of sharp turns, logs, and shallow areas. Not a super enjoyable paddle in my opinion, but in adventure racing you are not there for a leisurely float. By the time we were on the paddle it was 5 p.m., we knew at this point that we would not make it in time for the awards ceremony, we weren't going to win anything so at that point we elected not to kill ourselves to get down the river. Highlight of the paddle, the manned checkpoint was being ran by Jim and Wendy Davis, they had been at the rappel earlier in the day, but we hadn't taken the time to talk to them. While I had never met them in person, I had followed their adventures on their blogs and friended Jim on Facebook. We stopped for the punch and took the time for a formal introduction. We visited briefly, received some much needed encouragement for the remainder of the paddle and headed out. They are some pretty cool people and I look forward to seeing them next month at the BT Epic at Bass River Resort, and many more times in the future. We had about 5 miles after the manned checkpoint, unfortunately it turned dark before we made if off the river. We thought we were pretty close to the end so we didn't take out our headlamps. We hit a few extra obstacles in the dark but safely reached the takeout, pulled our canoe up, and ran for the finish line. Despite the fact that the winners had been done for several hours, there were still several people cheering us on at the finish.
Official time was 12hrs 34mins, 23rd out of the 36 2 person teams, and 36th of 59 teams total. While that doesn't sound overly impressive, it was still an admirable feat. We entered this race with one goal, the same goal that we have had for all of our attempts at Bonk Hard events, get all the checkpoints and finish before the cutoff. We accomplished our goal for the first time out of 5 races and had a great time doing it. We lost some time here and there, realized we still have a long ways to go to competetively race, but considering that I lost a lot of training time due to the ankle injury, it was a satistfying experience. The Berryman is described as "a real ass kicker", and I can honestly say it lived up to its reputation.
On a seperate note, Congratulations to Bob Jenkins and his teammate for completing the course. They had apparently never raced together and were both fairly new to navigation. Before this race I had never met Bob, but I had read about a lot of his adventures on the Team Virtus and Team Redwheel blogs. I guess I have commented on some of them and he recognized me and came up to introduce himself before the start of the race. I hope I don't ruin his reputation, but that was very nice of him. We saw him several times thoughout the day, a few times on the trek, and several times on the bike ride. Odd thing about the biking, he was always headed back the other way from where we had came from. I guess when you are that damn fast on the bike you tend to ride right past the checkpoints, but I don't know for sure. I look forward to running into him again in the future as well.