Well the first race of the year is officially in the books!
And boy was it a hard, fast, and fun.
It all started Saturday morning when the alarm went off at 7
am. I knew the group I was meeting with would not arrive in Arkadetha until
sometime after sunset, so I decided to take my time eating and loading up the
car, before starting the 4 hr drive down.
Flash forward 4 hr and I had arrived at the race location
and started to figure out what all was going on. A few riders here, few riders
there, official looking people by the finish, hum what to do. I decided I would
figure out what time packet pick up was then see what the trails looked like.
The people by the finish line did not know what time packet pick up was and
told me that they just set up for these types of events. Well, strike one. So I
decided to head around the bend to see if I could not find some single track.
Just as I found something that looked like single track a group of riders came
riding up to me. They all had big grins on their faces and were talking about
the trail. I politely asked how the trails looked and they informed me that
they where bone dry and fast. I quickly returned to my car to swap out my front
tire for something faster (went from a Ground Control 2.3 to a Fast Track 2.2)
and went out searching for the start. After grinning from ear to ear for an hr
on my pre ride, I decided I should save something for the race. I came away from my pre ride knowing two things. 1. The race is going to be extremely fast, 2. I wished these trails where in my back yard. They found a way to build a trail that has the best features of the Headwaters trail and Kessler Mt!
My friends from Mississippi finally arrived at 7pm and we
all went out to eat. I've never seen a downtown area of a college town dead at
7pm on Saturday. We decided to hit up Cracker Barrel, and preceded to
stuff ourselves stupid.
When looking for a motel I decided on a slightly more expensive
one thinking that I would be able to sleep better. While the rooms where indeed
nice, I had troubles sleeping because someone in the building was having a
party of some sort with loud music.
After not much sleep the alarms started going off at 6 am
sharp. A bowl of cereal quickly eaten and a cup of coffee, followed by loading
up the car. Then off to the race!
After what seemed like the longest 15 min ever we finally
had the racers meeting. (I heard them announce the racers meeting in "15
min" 3 different times while getting ready to go) Once all the specifics
were done we were told we had 10 min to the start. 5 min, 30sec, 15 sec, 10,
5,4,3,2,1, Go!I've never seen such a nervous start to a MTB race. We had 2 miles of road before the single track, and for good measure this section contained two 3/4 mile climbs. After the first climb I have Kevin ride up next to me asking if there was another climb before the single track. "Yes, just like the one before." At this point the pace quickly picked up. I started to go with the leaders, but decided it was way too early to put in that big of an effort. (Not to mention I was already pegged out at my LTHR)
Finally on the single track, we had a long flow-track style downhill that had a dash of rock garden thrown in for fun. The large group I was in started to get annoyed at the pace the leader was keeping. It got so bad that one of the riders started to yell at the leader to "Pick it up, you have a train going. Toot Toot!" This is not something I would normally condone, but even I was wanting to go much faster on this fun section of trail.
At the bottom of this section the trail turned into a double track that looped back around to the finish of the start loop. About halfway around this double track Ross swung around me. Lets go...No wait, we have along race to go. Just real him back in latter.
I kept looking down at my HR to confirm that my legs really did feel this good. The answer was NO! I spent the first Hour and a Half at my LTHR. Something that in the past would of caused me to blow up big time. I kept telling myself to back it down a little and, somehow, my HR came down and I started to feel more comfortable. It was about this time that I started to see people appearing in front of me. One by one I would close the gap and pass them.
About halfway around the first full lap I pull around a rider and hear a surprised "Zach?!?" I slowed down a second to look back to see who it was and was shocked to see Frank back there. I held the slower pace for a bit, to recover and talk to Frank, then decided it was time to go again.
After passing a few more people I was finally passed for the first time since the start lap. Mr. Kurt Searvogel came flying around me. I felt good and decided to latch onto his wheel until I detonated. To my surprise this detonation never happened. We pulled through the reminder of the first lap at what felt like a stupid fast pace. We would quickly catch and pass rider after ride.
I pulled around him on the first real climb of the second lap and preceded steeped deep into my pain cave. At the top of the climb I looked back to see a clear trail. What just happened? By this time I was hot on the wheel of a Single Speed rider and decided to keep the pace high.
I spent most of the first half of the second lap trading spots with the SS. He would let me by on the down hills, I would let him by on the up hills. It was working great.
That is, until my third Hour ended. My fastest, strongest riding always happens during my third hr of riding (between 2:00:00 and 3:00:00). At this point we started a climb and I told him "Good Race" . He replied "I'll see you again on the next downhill", but I knew this would not happen.
Well off in No Man's Land for the first time in a while. You only have 45min left. Eat what you can, drink what you can, and when you start to come around just relax and "Embrace the Suck"
This plan did not work out the way I thought it would, because as I crossed the road for the last time saw Kurt hot on my hills. I attacked the last downhill section, from the start loop, hoping to get my gap back. I never did see him behind me as I went down, but as soon as I hit the flat road section I looked back to see that there was a gap, just not a big one. I tucked in aero and put out everything I had left. But not even halfway through the last bit of single track he was asking to go around. I congratulated him on a good race and pulled the plug on my race, but managed to pass one more person before the finish.
So how did I wind up? 20th overall. Finished in 3:26. Me and Kurt talked for a bit at the finish, and I figured out the Single Speed guy was Boomer Leopold, then it was time for some food.
So lets sum up the race.
Good:
1) I never felt like I completely blew up during the race. This is a big thing for me. This is literally the first race I've ever done that I did not blow up. Part of this is better fitness, but most of it is listening to my father. Last time I was home he explained to me that a Horse Jockey's main job is to pace how fast the horse goes. He continued to state that during my races I have to play the parts of horse and jockey. Words of wisdom that I repeated every time I wanted to jump on a wheel.
2) My nutrition was spot on. I stuck with my normal routine with one major difference. I learned at Skool of Hard Nox 50 that once the stomach shuts down its better to lay off the water and food. There were several times the clock said to feed, or I knew I "should" be drinking, but I did not because the stomach was not ready for it.
3) 90% of my passes were on, or just after, climbs.
4)(Not training related) For the first time in a race like this I never spent more than 5 min in "No Man's Land". I was always chasing or running. Never really relaxing into a pace.
Bad:
1)My speed was on par on down hills, and I was passing on up hills, but was losing time to people on false flats. I think this is a factor of me having ok Power/Weight but lacking pure power. More road riding is in store soon to remedy this issue.
2) Ross beat me. Not cool.
Just 3 more weeks before Spa City 6 Hr.
As always I just need to Ride More, Ride Harder, and Get Faster.