Finally it’s time to write a brief recap of the Shenandoah 100 that I completed over Labor Day weekend. Wow, I can’t believe it was that long ago! I’ve been really busy at school, but things are going so well and I am really enjoying my new position as the Beahvior Support Teacher (BST).

All I can say about the Shenandoah 100 is that is was definitely the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I’ve never finished a ride/race and felt sore and tender to the touch EVERYWHERE. My arms, shoulders, neck, legs, fingers, toes, butt, core… you NAME it and it hurt. No lie.

My hands started to give out on me the last several miles of the ride. They would cramp up anytime I applied the brakes. I just thought to myself, “dear LORD, please just let me brake so I can survive this single track downhill… I’ll be finished soon, hands JUST WORK please!!!”

Yeah, it’s pretty bad when you start talking to your hands during a race.

And I was also thinking about the Seinfeld sketch where he talks about scubadiving and sings the song, “Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die… There’s a fish, there’s a rock, who cares! Don’t Die, don’t die, don’t die!!!” Yeah, all the rocks and descending had me thinking “don’t die”… HA!

The course was awesome though. I loved all the climbing and the singletrack was challenging. It was cool to crawl up those singletrack climbs and pass people walking. Just to be able to ride that stuff was an accomplishment for me.

There was a 20 mile gravel road climb at about mile 60 or so. This section does in most riders. Mentally it’s hard to keep pushing up this long climb, and there’s no singletrack to make it more interesting or anything like that. I love gravel road climbs. I don’t know why. I just keep looking ahead, keep pushing, and I can stay extremely focused. Which is odd. Oh well… who ever said that I was normal??

I started passing a lot of people on this climb, and one guy that I passed stayed with me for the majority of the climb. He ended up introducing himself to me at the top, and thanking me for helping him up the climb. I just told him that he did all the work himself, and he definitely helped keep me going too!! So it was nice to have a person to “help” me get to the top.

After finishing that climb, my legs were completely trashed. We still had 20 miles or so left to ride though! That was when everything started shutting down, and any little rise really hurt.

However, the cool thing was that I could still crawl up the steep climbs when everyone else was walking. I think that this endurance mountain bike thing could be my style, we’ll see. I plan on doing more next year. I think for whatever reason my body is designed to tolerate long endurance challenges and it takes punishment really well. I suppose I’m lucky?? HAHAHAHAHAAHA… oh jeez!

What have I gotten myself in to? Now I’m already looking at the NUE (National Ultra Endurace) Series and looking at what 100’s I can do next year.

Not to mention the Xterra’s and other mountain bike races I want to do. Agh, I’m going to be busy!

For now, I’ve got a couple more endurance mountain bike races I’m going to do and some cyclocross races. Fall is definitely here, and I’m loving it!!! This is my favorite time of the year…. cross country, mountain biking, cyclocross… can it get any better?

Normally I’m not into fortunes too much, but I opened my fortune cookie after dinner one night last week to see this:

A solid challenge will bring forth your finest abilities.

How appropriate this fortune is on so many levels… especially after the day I had at school when I first read it… I just can’t put into words.

And I say, “BRING IT.”

Time has passed since Xterra Charlottesville. A couple of weeks. But it’s taken me a couple of weeks to absorb all of the travel, racing, and “life in general” since…

I’m back in school now, teaching at Athens Drive. This year I am one of the behavior support teachers (we have two at our school). Things are going well, and I’ve managed to get the first week of school under my belt.

So, Xterrra Charlottesville…

After my week of fun riding in Crested Butte, I wasn’t sure what to expect at this race. On top of all the riding and being at altitude for a week, we had a crazy travel schedule once we arrived back to North Carolina. Joe was in a wedding on Saturday up in DC. We arrived in Charlotte about 4:30pm on Friday, and immediately got in the car to drive up to DC for the wedding the next day.

The wedding was really nice, and even though we were exhausted (we all slept until 10am, and I could have slept much longer) we had a lot of fun. We danced and had lots of really good food… and then late in the night drove over to Charlottesville so I could race the next morning.

Since I didn’t arrive in Charlottesville until 1am, obviously I had no chance to pre-ride the course. I was hoping that it’d be a two loop bike or something, so that way I could just kinda “ride” the first loop and figure it out then hit the second loop hard. Ha! No. The course was awesome– one big singletrack loop. There were lots of power hills, log stacks, logs, a creek crossing… all things that I could ride if I had pre-ridden and “known” what to look for.

Well, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Race morning: 5:45am, wake up and eat… throw stuff in the car. We arrived and I registered, then I set my stuff up and warmed up. The usual pre-race stuff.

Swim: We had a two lap swim with a run along the beach. I love these swims. I love having to run out and then run back in. It’s fun. So sweet, bring it on. I swam alright, I guess… considering I hadn’t swam in over a week before leaving for Crested Butte. I was happy that I remembered how to do freestyle and not drown.

Bike: Okay, this was my biggest “obstacle” of the day. The first few miles were fine… fast, flowy, nothing real technical. I was thinking “sweet… okay, so far…” then I started hitting power hills out of no where. Alright, I’d make it up most of them, sometimes I’d have to dab at the very top so it didn’t slow me down much. But then I really started screwing up. I’d be over-geared to make it over obstacles because I’d be hauling and then all of a sudden come up on some log stack or rock pile or creek crossing and be like, “Agh! I can’t ride that in this gear!” I have a nice “tatoo” on my right leg from the last time I rode something and was over-geared. What made things worse… my bike wasn’t shifting into gears under load. So instead of going in a gear when I really needed it, my gears would grind and skip… sometimes even on flat sections. I thought I was going to scream. And I think I did at one point. I know that I did remember thinking, “If I have to go over one more f*$king log stack, I am going to scream!” Yeah… not one of my finest bikes at all. Ha, it’s almost comical now when I think about it.

Run: So I make it to the run, and the good news is that I still have some gas left in the tank… since I wasn’t really ever in any sort of groove on the bike. I still haven’t been running except for a couple miles in the morning, so considering that’s been my backbone run-training… my legs actually felt more like I raced the whole run instead of just surviving it. It still wasn’t any where near my run form, but I didn’t feel like I was trudging through. A step up… I’ll take it.

Overall I ended up 2nd. I had a really nice guy who paced me through the run, helping to push me the entire way. He realized that the woman behind me had started in the second wave, so I had to finish two minutes ahead of her in order to win the race.

I ended up crossing the line first, but she came in a minute or so later… effectively beating me in overall time.

I was pissed at first. I won’t lie. I was mad for about 2 minutes. I snapped at Joe when he first talked to me. But that’s the competitive nature in me… where would I be as an athlete without that determination? When I race, I wanna win. That angry emotion lasted for all of about 2 minutes, and then quickly faded away.

I was beaten. Fair and square. I had known that this race was going to be crazy to even try to do after all of the riding I did in Crested Butte, the travel, the wedding, you name it. I had wanted to come do this race to see “where the cards fall” … to see how my body would react after all I’d been through. And heck, I’m happy with 2nd!

One thing I really have to learn to do is accept less than the best sometimes. We all get tired. We all get beaten. No one is perfect. And it’s okay that I finished 2nd to another person who had a great race. She had an awesome bike (way better than mine!) and deserved the win.

But next year, you better believe I’ll be able to pre-ride…