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A Bike Race via Photos...




Ok ok, there was a bike race in Colorado, my first "real" road race actually.  But, the camping and awe-inspiring vistas along the way far outweighed the leg/lung busting event.  So more on the race later.  For now, escape in these pics -- pics which frankly don't do the real vistas any justice.

Recommend zooming in on the pics individually....



(Zoom in.  Can you see my truck? the incredible remote campsite? some rafters 1000s ft below? the "mittens" far to the SW (center/right of pic)? Yum yum.)






















Token race pics...at the finish line w/Jen.


(Far above the treeline in the best part of the Rocky Mountains....a quiet rarely-used jeeproad pass.)







SBFL-Redux


Well, another day on the bike, what's new?

55 miles? Doesn't seem so far compared to Trans-Andes, or considering the Whiskey 50 was last weekend, rode a lot this week, and oh yeah did a Splash&Dash race three days ago (winner winner chicken dinner!), but oh my holy cow, rough stuff out there.

The Sedona Big Friggin Loop is one of the Arizona Endurance Series (AES) events, grassroots, low-key, no prizes, nothing official, just good sufferin' and great camaraderie.  Most of the AES usual suspects are incredible riders, regularly pushing themselves out on multi-day (week) ventures and racking up rocky vertical like it's nobody's business.  They are rock gawds for sure!  The original 2013 SBFL was scheduled for early spring, but it rained that day, and like the good riders they were, cancelled it for the year as to save the trail from unneeded abuse.  Since we were putting on the Sedona Singletrack Festival (SSC) a few months later, we thought it'd be a good opportunity to try a redux & got the blessing from Scott and Chad.  It would definitely be hotter out there this time of year, but what the heck.








We all met up at the start point around 630am and launched on dirt.  We also knew that some others would be starting about an hour later.  I was so clumsy for the first few miles (sorry Brian)...not sure if it was because of no warm-up (the inner triathlete in me) or nerves not wanting to fall too far behind the group or annoying my friend Strars who'd graciously agreed to muster through the route at my less-aggressive pace.  Knowing that much of these trails are far above my personal riding ability (rock stairs straight up and/or straight down), I knew I had quite a bit of HikeABike (HAB) in front of me for the day, so I'd worn my more agile Izumis and they worked out great.

Once we got through the first half which is definitely the most techy and took far over half the total time, we hit the flowier dirt of the dry creek area.  Of course, by this time, although I felt decent overall, I was definitely feeling some fatigue.  Fighting w/that bike up, down, over rocks and boulders all day is unlike any other feat for sure.

Surprisingly, especially for a Sunday, we didn't run across too many people out there (except the 2 places I wanted a QOM ha!).  Even being local, much of this course was "new" for me...as I had avoided certain sections due to mere techiness/cursing (Thunder Mtn, Huckabee, etc.) and others I'd never done in the SBFL direction.  Fun stuff!

In all, we rode for about 7 hours course/ride-time (w/a total of a lttle over an hour stopping...mandatory double espresso at safeway starbucks...a little bike maintenance, running across friends along the trail, etc.  No major crashes -- neither bikewise nor emotionally haha!   A few minor bonks, a massive bee sting, some chainsuck, a few F bombs tossed around, lots of comedy....all in all, an absolute epic single-day ride.  Oh and wildflowers were in full-bloom!  Incredible!   Threw on a sundress and compression tights (ahh the fashion sense of a dirtgirl!) to go chow down on some well-earned Mexican food (Cinco de Mayo after all) and some chocolate ice cream and rolled into the SSC site just in time to see John and Tim hop off their dusty bikes still in tact.  Those crazies (who started later than the group), finished in the darkness.  Hard enough in daylight, but those guys rocked it and still seemed pretty peppy.

Not sure if I'll push it beyond this, at least as far as the techy goes, but this will definitely go down as a "been there done that" ride.  Kudos to everyone who showed up and encouragement for anybody who attempts it next year (check out the AES website for next years route/dates...TBD).

Go ride....








(Everybody loves "HILINE" and it's incredible descent, except for me.  Are ya nuts?  Mr. Claus apparently did it on his rigid SS.  Holy crap!)







Whiskey 50...again!






















Whiskey 50 Off-Road MTB  Race  Event.  

Never disappoints.  

Though this year's Whiskey 50 was definitely a "not-to-miss-for-absolutely-anything" event, it was not officially an "A" race for me this year.  Still taking advantage of base fitness from Trans-Andes a few months ago mixed in w/quite a bit of travel and non-structured training (no bike), but lacking power and punch and grit needed to do well here at the Whiskey.   But who the heck cares anyway?!!   The Whiskey is about more than the race...it was a fun hard fun fun day on the bike w/1000+ other MTBers in the Arizona high-desert mountain sunshine!

The hardest part about the weekend, however, was not the sufferin' on the bike.  Rather it was trying to be able to squeeze in getting to hang out w/so many different (groups of) friends that traveled here from all over the country!  Never enough time...but so glad to see everybody!  (Sorry about your sidewall LB!)

Lots of dirt ridden, elevation climbed and descended, beverages enjoyed (maybe even a sip or two mid-50...damn you DrunkCyclist!), tunes appreciated, bedtime/curfews beyond ignored and friends reunited!   

Kudos to all you freaks who pedaled up and over the mountain and back again.  Double mad respect for those who took the little side-journey to Skull Valley.  
Again in 2014?  Heck yeah!



Fri night pro crit...flared nostrils and raw talent!



Pros negotiating the final techy singletrack of the 50.


Friend and local speedster Scott K cruising in on his final 2 miles of dirt.


mwaaa...loving the climbing
(zazoosh)



The local boys re-hydrating after "just another day" on their bikes.


Reunited w/Tina and Sarah...who won the 25 on her FORM single-speed!


The Cams chilling in front of the Courthouse lawn....awesome family and badasses on their bikes!




And to watch a bit of the course...video.... 




(...and no, i did not clear that creek-crossing, and definitely, heck no would i even try with those tired clumsy legs.  that is the spot however where i may have been seen snagging a cup of foamy beverage from a strange man.)



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Peloton...wha....???



My friend, Jen, somehow talked me into doing some road racing this year.  Not sure why, since I don't ride a road bike, nor do I even live anywhere with lots of roads, nor enjoy riding on terrain not dirt, rocks, singletrack, nor have I ridden with people (i.e. peloton) nor know any tactics/strategy which, as I am now learning, seems to be about 70% of true road riding. 



So, first (draft-legal) race: a major state champs race.  Wha?!!   Granted it was in a beautiful location.  Remote region of high desert with empty roads, great views, good hills to climb, etc.  My goals were to (a) not crash (road crashes are worse than MTB by far in my opinion);  (b) stay with the group as long as possible (per Jen's instructions); and  (c) if I were to get dropped to not get discouraged but rather enjoy the 44-miles of riding in such a beautiful place and consider it a good training day!  

I felt ok and was "hanging on" for the first 12 miles or so.  Actually, I did get dropped on one of the first descents but caught back up on a steep climb.  It's just so AWKWARD for me to sit that closely to someone else's wheel.  We don't do that in MTBing, and especially not in MY style of loner MTBing.   Also, one of the things I've been working on in MTB is to STOP braking so much.  A friend snapped at me a few years ago while we were descending on some techy singletrack "Stop scrubbing your speed!"  That has stuck with me, and while it's reflex (and self-preservation), I have been improving a bit, staying at least more aware and trying to be more selective with my braking fingers.  So, in the middle/back of the pack in a peloton, ya do a LOT of braking....the speed/pace is determined by those in front, those doing the "work".  (GP, I'm trying!)

Bottom line, I fell off the back on a long (6-mile?) descent and simply couldn't catch back up....partially due to lack of bigger gearing on my bike (I was on a loaner bike; Thank you Absolute Bikes!), partially due to lack of strength, but honestly, it was mainly due to my lack of experience and willpower to STAY in the group.  I ended up sharing the load of the next 10 or so miles with a Masters-category woman who was great and was not reluctant to share some advice for me that I definitely appreciated.  I climbed solo the final 7 miles back to the finish....getting passed (like I was standing still) by most of the pro/elite men who were finishing up their longer course.  

Yeah, my tail was a bit tucked in between my legs as I've never finished so close to last place before...ok yes VERY close to last place.  But, to be honest, I was ok with it.   I had pedaled hard and though that might not be the main part of road-racing as it turns out, it was a good training day.  I was happy that I'd forced myself to do something far outside of my routine comfort zone, and I got a whole new respect for that style of riding!   As there are few opportunities for me to train in an actual group, I don't have the best road bike (for racing), and I simply prefer the dirt/techy stuff, I probably won't make a habit out of road racing.  That said, I might do a few here and there.  Jury is still out.  

Shout out to Jen for sticking to her race plan and getting a podium spot!  She killed it against some solid riders!!


Lessons learned from road race #1:
 -don't overestimate my climbing ability.
 -better yet, don't underestimate others' climbing abilities.
 -they weren't kidding when they said "don't get dropped from the peloton".
 -that headwind that ya keep bitching about might not actually be a headwind,
        rather it's a self-imposed headwind due to you pedaling fast on a ROADbike.
  -don't expect MTB manners out there; many roadies are not the friendliest
        layed-back crowd.
 -make sure ya get all of the dish soap out your water bottle before you use it in a race (ugh).
 -take the extra time to make sure the bike fits properly (aggressive position mo betta).
 -don't listen to Jen (unless she brings snacks and promises to go ride dirt afterward).


And to get back in my element (and do some last-minute panic-mode training), we put the road bikes in the truck, took the MTB bikes out and rode 25+ miles up and over a few rocky mountains.  Whiskey 50 anyone?








UPDATE AS OF 16 JULY 2013: The above pic was taken facing SW toward Yarnell, and where 19 local hotshots were killed while fighting the Yarnell Hill fire on 30 June.  
Respect and RIP.
 -- http://www.inciweb.org/incident/3461/
 -- http://photoblog.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/07/03/19266801-faces-of-the-fallen-granite-mountain-hotshots?lite



One-Legged Sand Pedallin', Literally!







Little did I know that last fall, when I wrote a short blurb here -- One-Armed Sand Peddlin' -- that I'd ever really think about it again.  When I wrote it, I was a bit nervous about some life stuff, possibly some mortality mumbo jumbo.  RIP Benghazi crew.  

So, then I went out for a short ride during which I remember getting caught up in a bit of sand (while I was fidgeting the phone or food or something w/one hand).  Having to push on through that thick sand, a bit off balance and in too high a gear, the "uneasiness" sorta resonated w/me at the time, at least metaphorically.  Obviously, everything worked out.  I'm alive and well.

That mantra came straight back at me recently, in far more of a literal way than I would've hoped.  Recently, on a short travel layover, I thought it'd be smart  fun to enter a local grassroots desert double-duathon -- mountain bike 20K, run 5K, mountain bike 20K, then run again 5K.  I thought heck yeah, I LIVE in the mountains, I KNOW the mountains, I'm sometimes even considered a REAL mountain biker.  This is perfect!  There are no mountains in this region, so I might be able to make it a good training day, an honest way to drop some of this post-TransAndes-eat-everything-in-sight weight and most likely seal the deal w/a podium spot!

I begged, borrowed and nearly stole to try to find a bike to use.  Come to find out...not really an option 'round there.   One expat guy offered me his - a sweet cf stumpjumper - although XL.  Even after adjusting the stem (6" yikes) and some other things, it simply wouldn't cut it -- still simply way too big for this shrimp.  Ended up getting a "rental" from a mall.  So, imagine those bikes ya see at walmart (can't believe I actually referenced walmart in this blog...yuck!).  Now imagine one of those as a hardtail. About 40lbs. Cast iron.  Too big.  With reflectors...about 10 of them.  Tubes (wtf are those!?).    I'd always learned to 'love' my crappy old cast-iron beater bikes in Iraq, and so for this little race, I thought I should focus on simply being able to come out to play rather than focus on the machine and all its inadequacies.  "Be the machine", I said to myself!   Yeah, well, that was the plan anyway....




The event was on a tiny barren desert peninsula, at least 15k away from any roads.  It was pretty flat, but w/surface a combo of hard-packed "road" (there really was no actual road), super thick sand and really jagged rocks.  I showed up at the startline which was really just a handful of people in their 4x4s and who had arrived on site based on directions which yes did include references to sanddunes and grid coordinates.  Trust me, you see nothing, not even a tree when you recon the grids on google earth.




Confident in my own abilities be what may, I must admit I was a bit embarrassed about my gear.  I was surprised to see that there were full-on carbon fiber S-Works, Niners, Orbea, etc., racers in full kits, etc..  There I was w/my crappy walmart bike, a $15 child's helmet, a Lululemon fanny-pack (with a TUBE etc. haha).  But I was still confident that between my "done-harder-than-this" approach and my improved run speed, my performance would eventually overshadow my short-term humiliation.

The race started - about 20 people in all for my heat (the full course) (about 100 total for the trail run and MTB-only options).   We followed along the shoreline for a few kilometers which again was a crazy mixture of terrain: for 100m, you could get by w/a TT bike, the next 100m, you'd need a DH bike, then the next a fat-tire snow bike.  

The boys pushed the pace hard, but I did what I could do to keep up on my wanna-be bike.  I was a little nervous I might get lost out there because basically it was only white sand/sea as far as you can see, pretty flat (w/hidden drops/washes/cliffs), and we were supposed to just ride from flag to flag, but sometimes you couldn't see the next flag.  I figured as long as I kept the lead riders in sight for the first lap, I could buckle down on the run and then push harder on the 2nd lap once better oriented to the route. 

Of all the flags in all the world (in this totally desolate spot on the globe), the wind blew the most awesome one right over the only American tourist in the lot...priceless!
[Photo courtesy of D. Catalan]


I kept worrying about getting a flat.  Since going tubeless, about 4-5 years ago, I haven't had a flat.  Seriously, I haven't changed a tire in years.  I did get a few in Iraq, but never turned down offers by CB and LP to fix em...doh!   This terrain was like Bootleg canyon....really really sharp edge rocks; made the Sedona rocks look like marshmallows.   Don't take a walmart bike to Bootleg!

I first discovered the bike was not a good choice when, at my first attempt of downshifting, the chain dropped.  Doh. Get off the bike, fix, get back on, go.  Stick to 3 gears for the rest of the day.  

A few minutes later, a handlebar grip slid right off.  Doh.  I wouldn't have cared, but seeing how I didn't spend $ for this, I was sans gloves and w/the humidity and rocky ridin', that would've been brutal.  Fix. Resume riding.  

The good news is...no flats!  The bad...my left friggin' pedal pedaled right out of the crank.  I'd put my own SPDs on (always travel w/them, for gym bikes, etc).  Turns out, this walmart bike had crank sockets made of some crappy material and the left one totally stripped out - couldn't even screw the pedal back in.  OMG.  

So I pedaled ONE-LEGGED for about 4 miles.  Seriously.  Had there been even one tree or bush or stick out there, I would've tried to make some sort of temporary platform to at least rest that left leg on, but nooooo.   So I'd alternate by "resting" my non-pedaling foot up on the toptube of the frame and simply holding it mid-air to the side.  Not easy. 

Did you know that one-leg pedaling for 20 minutes sucks?  Heck, it sucked after about 2 minutes (the most I'd ever done/for drills).  Try it.  Better yet, try it on technical terrain.  Try dropping down a 20-foot berm.  Yep, that was my morning.  I never really got upset though.  I kept thinking about that adage "It's not about the destination, it's about the journey."  Then I thought who ever came up w/that was surely just some slacker trying to justify slack-arse efforts.  

Then I remembered the rockstar Alejandro who did all of La Ruta  (the epic 4-day mountain bike stage race in Costa Rica) with only one arm (smiling more than most!), as well as lots of other people who get out there and do it and feel lucky to be there.  So, I sucked it up, tried not to be a big baby, and relished in the idea that one day I could say "this one time, at band camp....".

I finally made it back to the transition area (surprisingly NOT in last place), and though I told the race-folks that I was calling it a DNF (my first ever), that I wanted to do the run...make the most of the day.  Had a solid 5K run though the same deep sand, rocks, etc..  Then congregated at the beach w/the rest of the racers - a really solid mix of expats mainly the always-athletic Filipinos, south Africans and Brits.  Apparently, I was the only "tourist" and everyone seemed quite amused by that.  The primary sponsor, a wealthy young local Shaykh (who yes was quite sheek as well w/his white dishdasha, raybans and brandnew white LandRover) was beyond curious how I even found out about it.  (A girl does her research.)

Overall, I had a great day!  It was a unique area that I likely never would've seen otherwise, met a bunch of cool peeps, experienced a true grassroots race (I love that vibe!), and later in the afternoon survived nearly getting lost in the desert and w/out water...after the race exploring.   I didn't make the "podium", but I did deserve 1st place overall for one-legged sand pedaling.  Boomya!!


(zoom in on this one)











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Trans-Andes (Part2) - Nutrition & Fuel


(Below is more about my Trans-Andes fueling. Read more about the actual race HERE. )



A decade ago, I was obsessed w/all the little gel packs.  Like most people, I was persuaded by the media that gel packs and "sports" drinks were the only way to go.  Better educated now and knowing my own body and its needs, I use somewhat more of a whole-foods approach.  Although, frankly, lately it could also be considered a "wing-it" approach.

This approach works for me, however, may not work for everyone.  Perhaps I could do some tweaking to make me faster, stronger, better.  But if it ain't broke, don't fix it.  I'm super-stoked that I had consistent energy levels throughout the entire week at Trans-Andes.  Sure, I was tired and weak at times, but I totally attribute that to my fitness (or lack thereof) and the exerted effort at any given point.  All in all, my approach during Trans-Andes worked fine and I'm pretty stoked about it.

For some reason, mentally, I rebelled against my old triathlete-minded (ie. OCD) ways of committing to a specific fuel/feed plan for TA.  I wanted to try a more "tranquilo" approach to making sure I was well-fueled and hydrated.  Or, maybe I was just too lazy to commit to a plan.  I generally don't pay attention to exact calorie counting anyway....just play it all by feel, hunger and energy levels/demands.   

That said, I'm pretty much a creature of habit on a lot of things; as I travel so often, I have a few foodstuffs that I take with me...tried and true (pic).  Fortunately I tend to have a stomach of steel, at least compared to other racers I know.  I generally try to stay away from a lot of processed foods (gels, sugars, etc.) if I can help it...just to keep my energy and blood-sugar levels even.  Also, my belly is a loud whiner and it when it starts growling, I better feed it and preferably with real food, the chewier and crunchier the better! 


I carried around a bottle of water everywhere when "off the clock"...stayed well-hydrated.  Thanks Mayflower for the cool & tough bottle!  Kept my coffee hot and my water cold!



So, here's the loose breakdown of my nutrition during Trans-Andes...


BREAKFAST --
-Nature's Path oatmeal packet (no sugar), fresh/local berries if avail otherwise Goji berries, add on a pinch of himalayan sea salt.  [about 60-90 mins prior to racestart].
-Banana (whole or half, depending on how I feel).  [10-20 mins before start].


DURING STAGES (stages 1-5...each ranging from 4-7 hrs?) ---
About every 30-50 minutes would have a few bites of one of my below tried & true options.  (I rarely eat on a hard climb (need to devote the energy/bloodflow to legs rather than digestive system; tried to wait until descents if possible).

- HOMEMADE ALMOND BUTTER/BERRY WRAPS -  Small multi-grain wrap/tortilla, glob on some Justins or Barney natural almond butter, sprinkle on some Goji berries and maybe a few raw almonds (good magnesium source), pinch of my sea salt and voila!  I tear it into a smaller bite-size portions, eating 1-2 bites at a time (hourish). 
- GRAB BAG MIX -  my messy sticky mix of "snacks":
  -a handful of almonds, 3-4 Clif Clifblocks (preferably w/caffeine), pinch of sea salt.
- HAMMER SOLIDS -  I used these on 2 or 3 of the longer stages, although definitely less than "suggested".  If I knew I still had a few hours of struggling in front of me (i.e. climbing, sustained flats), I'd take one.  They're an odd form of fuel and I would definitely not want one in every day life.  Basically, you put the thick chalky tablet in your mouth, chew on it for a bit (sometimes it can take up to a minute, even longer when it's hot and you've gotten cotton mouth already ha), then when it then turns into a cotton candy texture, down it w/some water.  I found during La Ruta that this was a good compact source of needed calories for me w/out all the sugar in most options.  Am definitely a fan of these...one of the few "manufactured" foods I do like (but only for events, not training or otherwise).  All in all, I didn't even go through one whole "pack" of Solids all week.
- GELS - I'm stubborn and pride myself on avoiding gels when I can (see above: belly likes real food).  That said, sometimes gels simply are easier to carry/consume.  I do NOT train with them, and I avoided them up until around day 5 when I (like most everyone else) was growing fatigued.  And I definitely built gels into the final stage on Day 6 which basically was a loooooong fireroad ascent up a volcano, then ripping descent on a DH-lite course.  Heck yeah, I went w/gels only on that day.  It was more of an XC race -- shorter distance but harder effort.  I downed one about 10mins before the start.  I still felt rough on the 1-hourish climb but mainly my knee hurt more than anything else.)  Then I downed another gel around 5-10 mins from the peak of the climb.  
-FEEDZONES
      - COKE/FANTA - I never ever ever ever drink fizzy stuff in my every day life.  I think the last time I had coke was at a half-ironman race a few years ago.  But at about half of the feedzones, I'd drink a half-cup of coke (or tangy Fanta if available!)...which had an immediate effect on me...felt like I could conquer the world as I started pedaling again.
      - Also, if available, I'd grab a salted POTATO "bite" or two at the feedzones.  Erica hooked us up w/some sour patch kid-like treats on day 5...the long hike-a-bike stage.  Heaven!! (...the sour patch kids, not the HAB).
- HYDRATION - This is the most important thing for me to stay on top of.  I feel like I have enough personal fat/energy stores to "survive" without food for a few hours if I were forced to (learned from experience and poor planning in the past...doh!)   Water on the other hand, a different story, of course!   On stage 1, knowing it would be a long and very hot/humid day and with ascents up near snow-capped volcanoes (potentially wet and cold), I opted to use my small camelback hydration system.  (I did NOT want a redux of my epic bonk up on the volcano in Costa Rica at La Ruta).  The camelback worked out fine, however, I just hate wearing it.  I find that I tense my traps/neck up too much, causing me to be a stiffer (clumsier) technical rider, as well as simply expending too much unnecessary energy.  So, for stages 2-6, I stuck to using only water bottles.  My bike is small and can only mount one bottle, so I used a large-size bottle on my bike and a smaller bottle in my rear jersey pocket.  The large one was water only, and I stocked the smaller one with a "weak" mix of extra calories/electrolytes...alternated between GU Roctane and GU Brew.  I wish I could say I had a method to my madness on which one I'd use, but I really didn't; again, I was sticking to my tranquilo/wing-it approach...depending on how I felt.  It all worked out quite well!

  * GU - shout out:  We (Carmichael crew) were lucky to be stocked with GU products.  I'm not sponsored by them or anything, but I will say they worked out great for me!  
Stage 1...feedzone.  Obviously not in the "race" mode yet.  BUT...yes definitely having a good time...and happy to see Guido and Erica!


POST-STAGE / DINNER --

- Immediately after each stage, dear lil Erica and/or studly Leland would be onhand with a cold GU Recovery Brew  which of course has the needed recovery elements needed, but more importantly tastes like the best chocolate milk you could ever imagine!  Seriously, I would never be able to keep this stuff in my house...afraid I'd drink it everyday...very tasty!
- Small meal - I'd either fix a small plate of whatever they had at the camp (meat, potatoes, fruit).  Frankly, I was never terribly hungry so usually not more than 3-400 calories.
- Dinner - a normal meal for me...heavy on the meats, more carbs than my usual but still not a lot.  Mainly only "white" carbs were available...white potatoes, white rice, etc...not my favorite choice but it did the job.  A few of the nights I opted for red meat over chicken/fish.
- Snacks - Grazing in between meals:  avocados, yoghurt, Chia Bar, Vega or "greens" mix (as we weren't really getting a lot of fresh green veggies as I'm used to at home).  And as always, my ritual apple/almond butter right before I hit the sack.


Interestingly by day 4-5, I realized that I wasn't really consuming any more calories per day than I was the month or so prior in my "everyday" life, less in fact.  Odd?  I never felt particularly weak (other that I'm not particularly strong to start with :-) nor on the verge of bonking....moods/energy were actually higher than expected throughout the week.  I attribute this oddity to my supply of winter "stores" to extract some energy from plus it wasn't like I was regularly going above Zone 3.  Tranquilo!

Oh, and I can't neglect to mention another byproduct of my new tranquilo approach: I fully took advantage of the race directors' onsite free supply of local vino each night.  Yummmmmm!!  (I didn't even add water to my wine Y'ALL!!)   Seriously, at the camp dinners, they always had lots of local wines and beer.  An excellent perk to this race! Chilean vino!  Of course, I'm a lightweight but yummmm that 1/3 glass of red every night surely contributed to my anti-oxidant restock and hydration! :-)

I did not take this pic. of Chilean vinyard.  I grabbed from the internet as I forgot to take pics of vino bottles...or maybe was too tipsy/tired??
(Pic: Destination360)

People often ask me what I eat when I'm on the road, especially when overseas in locations where there aren't as many healthful options.  For Trans-Andes, I wasn't faced with too many of these challenges; in fact, we had it pretty darn good there.  The local avacados and meat were amazing!!!  

For my other trips, I do try to stock up on a lot of local fruits/veggies/meats if possible, but sometimes they're overly "treated" (fertilizers, hormones, etc.).  So, there are always a few tried-and-true products I take with me (see pic) as well as a good food-sourced multi-vitamin and sometimes Omegas and D supplements.   I took some of those same items w/me to Trans-Andes (plus some), although I took full advantage of their local healthy options too!   Let me know if ya have any questions or want help planning your own nutrition...





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Trans-Andes 2013...Pedallin' Patagonian Paradise



Wow oh wow oh wow....  Where to begin?  

Where would one even begin to write about spending six such fantabulous days in the Chilean Patagonian Andes on a mountain bike?  Hopefully giving some highlights and lots of photos will give you a taste of the experience.  Better yet, maybe it will inspire YOU to grab your bike and some friends and head there yourself next year!

 

I'd only been home from XTERRA Worlds a few days when Chris Carmichael, who I'd met and with whom I'd loosely ridden several stages of La Ruta a few years back, called to remind me how fantastic the Trans-Andes Mountain Bike Stage Race was and based on what little he knew about my riding 'preferences' that I would absolutely love Trans-Andes.  As I'd been traveling overseas A LOT over the prior six months, was a bit disappointed with my sporadic "wing-it" race schedule (albeit totally amateur class of course:-), I told him I'd think about it for a few days.  Now, those of you who know me KNOW that I DESPISE traveling...I do it too much for work as it is, and the thought of dealing w/luggage, TSA, crowded flights/airports and sitting in a cramped seat for a 20+ hour day of travel did not motivate me to jump on the opportunity immediately.  But....everything I saw pointed to Chile, to Patagonia, to Trans-Andes....CHILI pepper ristras, my excess of PATAGONIA apparel strewn around the house and truck, blueberries at Whole Foods grown in CHILE; and #17 on the bucket list I'd made when I was about 20 years old....GO TO PATAGONIA.  So, I was in.  Though not a CTS athlete, he let me join his group, which later I would discover would quickly become a small niche of like-minded brothers & sisters as well as would afford us a few immeasurable perks on the logistics side.  

I had about 8 weeks to get in bike shape.  I'd definitely put in a lot of "fun" miles over the spring/summer but also had not been on a bike at all for about 3 of the prior 6 months.  My race goal would be to be in good enough shape to at least ENJOY the ride and not be miserable throughout.  Do-able!  Chris gave me some loose guidance, and I stuck to it as well as I could -- some focused intervals (my weakness is always power and gusto) and long grinder days w/some efforts mixed in on some back-to-back days.  It was pretty cold at home so I headed south to the mountains around Phoenix for the long rides.  Got tips on good training options in the area from my good friends Jen and John, Sir Gnome and MTBR peeps.  So, me and my little carbon fiber Caballo rode and rode and rode, froze my arse off on several occasions and was on the verge of getting bored with it all, until bam, it was time to pack up and lo and behold I felt ready.  Excited in fact!  

Worth mentioning, however, was that I started getting some lower back/QL issues, guessing from all the long sitting/climbing as well as from a poor fit on the bike.  It was so tight.  My friends Kym and Chris (phenomenal runner/rider, respectively) agreed to help keep me ready/healthy for the race.  Kym is a chiropractor but also specializes in Active Release Technique and Graston.  She did her work on me twice, which I'll admit is certainly no picnic, but it definitely worked because it didn't flare up even once during the grueling six days in Chile!  If you have any soft-tissue issues, please consider looking into ART, and if you're local, definitely go see Kym...she knows her stuff.  I'm a disciple! :-)

Ok, so using some frequent flyer points, I flew south a day earlier than planned so that I could "recover" from the travel, get in a little sightseeing in Santiago, get in a little shake-out run and load up on fruit/rations.  Met our group at the airport, and although everyone was tired from the travel, we quickly meshed and it was clear everyone was excited to ride bikes in this gorgeous land!  Took another short flight to Temuco, then about a 2-hour drive toward the mountains.  I loved that the bikes got loaded into a Hi-Lux.  Some of the most monumental days of my life were spent in a Hi-Lux, mainly in the hinterland mountains of Afghanistan, and for my lil carbon caballo to get to ride in such a badass truck was key lime pie for me to see!

We stayed at some amazing lodges throughout the week.  The entire race route was pretty isolated...no cities nor paved roads at all (maybe 5 miles in all...day 4?).  Therefore, the stage starts/finishes were in incredible locations...deep in the mountains all with nearby rivers, lakes and or thermal hot springs. The rivers were my favorite because they were fast-flowing with ice-cold water from the numerous snow-capped mountains and volcanoes.  Those post-race icebath soaks surely contributed to me not having sore legs even once!  (Short massages were nice too though! :-)  


Startline, stage5.  Yes this guy's head looks distorted.  Hard to take a pano shot with race butterflies apparently!



The race atmosphere was the best I've experienced.  I believe there were about 400 total racers who started, although I think that dwindled down via normal attrition by the final stage.  Many racers stayed in tents at the stage starts/ends which was facilitated by the race directors.  All racers I'd met who'd stayed in the tents said it was relatively easy and comfortable.  We all attended the nightly dinners, award ceremonies and meetings together.  The race provided good meals and pretty much all you could drink local chilean wine and even local beer.  I even had a few sips of vino every night, justifying it as anti-oxidants and extra needed calories! Yummmm....

It was fantastic camaraderie!  A big family of several hundred like-minded people from all over the world who were sharing such a unique and physically demanding experience together daily.  I ran into friends from abroad while there and of course made many new ones!  In fact, after a few days in these types of events, ya find yourself riding with the same few riders...all of the same general skill level.  I am sure that I will ride with many of these guys/gals again in the future.  Lots of laughs, grunts, groans, bloodshed, more laughs, etc. -- a unique bond indeed!  Ya always want to help another 'down' rider, even in shorter XC races, but especially in races like this where the days can be 7+ hours and more long days to come.   Everyone is there for a "good time" and you want to be able to contribute to that AND you would want fellow riders to help you too should you have bike/body/etc challenges along the way.  Everyone was beyond collegial.  A few who particularly stood out to me were Martine, Marcello, Andre, Matt and Rita as well as several others.  Rita pushed me, taught me to ride better, and even made me feel like superwoman for finishing behind her!  Andre/Matt...kept me laughing everyday!  Marcello...a fellow XTERRA athlete.  Martine...sister from the other side of the globe!  

I see that I have already written a novella and not a sentence yet about DIRT, ah the fantastical Chilean dirt.  It goes to show that no event like this is ever JUST about the dirt or the race itself.  It is about the experience, the flow, the people.

I remember early in stage 1, we were climbing a steep doubletrack with loose traction.  I was hurting. I was overheating. I asking myself "WTF am I doing here? Why did I travel all the way down here, spend way more money than I have to ride my bike when I could just as easily ride my bike at home in the beautiful place where I live?  Why oh why?"  Then I looked at my garmin....only 6 miles in (of ~40 for the day, with 8000K+ elev/climbing).  Oh my gosh....this is going to be a rough week I thought.  But then I kept pedaling.  Then, with what little breath I had left, I had a chitchat in broken english/spanish with an Ecuadorian rider who appeared to be equally suffering.  We pushed on and upward.   Eventually, I let go of the self-doubt and decided to breathe it all in.  I reminded myself of my goals: (1) have fun, (2) enjoy the views (& take good pics to remember em), (3) do not come in dead-last (stroke my competitive nature), (4) do not get injured, and (5) leave Chile as a stronger rider.  

The smile came, the legs pedaled harder and the eyes soaked in the views!  The lush trees, the snow-capped volcanoes, the waterfalls, the sheer vastness of it all, and the distant silhouettes of cyclists pedaling up and down the side of this Patagonian paradise.




The Dirt...  

The course was hard.  For sure.  There was a lot of climbing.  I'm sorta known as being a decent climber in my neck of the woods, but the TA riders I'd soon discover were stronger, and I had to work hard to keep up.  Yes, there were a few days with sections of hike-a-bike (HAB), not so much for the technical, but for the steepness/grade.  Maybe on a day with fresh legs I could conquer some of those climbs, but on my fatigued legs, I dismounted and pushed my trusty steed up up up.  Compared to La Ruta, however, much much more was ride-able.  I'm sure that there were riders who could clean many of those endless steep climbs.  

Technical and singletrack!  Yes there was!  Ooooo la la!   Just when I would find myself suffering and just merely "gettin er done", we'd crest a hill and hit some sweet singletrack.  I don't think anyone would ever give me props for any technical abilities back home as I pale in comparison to the AZ folks, but somehow on those days in the Andes, I had 'em.  And it was like floating downward on a vertical pumptrack.  Floating!  Sailing!  Railing!  Heaven!   (I suppose being a bad technical rider in the techy red rocks of Sedona can make ya a decent rider elsewhere.  Go figure!)   I found that my greatest weakness personally was on the flats.  There weren't many flat straightaways, only when traversing valley floors, and found that I simply did/do not have the strength to maintain such an effort.  I took the opportunity to learn to tuck in with small pelotons to learn to draft (especially since Jen signed me up for a ROADRACE in colorado in a few months...help!), but it was still hard.  It goes to show that you excel at what you know...and up and down is all I know.  Flats....I will begrudgingly learn you too I suppose!

The highlights undoubtedly were the technical downhill singletrack sections interspersed throughout the whole course.  The race finished on such a high note...after climbing straight up the side of the volcano in Pucon, then linking up with a DH trail to rail right back down through the forest, toward the humongous blue lake, under bright blue sky and into town to celebrate an incredible week!  Summer in Pucon...ahhhhh!

Cows, pigs, alpaca, llama, and more cows.  They were all part of the course.  We even got to ride THROUGH a pig stall as part of the downhill singletrack one day...between some of the best/steepest downhill singletrack and a suspension bridge.   There were several suspension bridges to cross, two quite nerve-wracking, but certainly do-able.  I did not have a panic attack like I did at La Ruta train-track bridges, thank Gawd!  (Got a great pic of Angie crossing right after me.)

Any regrets?  No, none.  Toward the end of the week, I kept knocking myself for stopping to take so many pics on stage 1, but in the end, I'm glad.  My memory is horrible, so those pics will always be able to "take me back" there.  Also, I wish I didnt get so frustrated on stage 2, when I was having a lot of trouble w/my chain dropping...presumably because I'd bent my rear derailleur after my big crash about 30mins into the stage.  It all worked out in the end for sure!

I could write so much more, but that would be a book.  One day...


Bottom line...

Trans-Andes was an incredible experience!  It was a great and well-marked course through some of the most gorgeous terrain I've ever laid eyes on!  I was lucky to meet and ride with some supercool people, many whom I now consider my friends.  Additionally, I was able to spend a lil time with Miss Queen of Pain the phenomenal Rebecca Rusch...who inspired me along the way...both with her pace as well as with her words of encouragement.  My only "time" goal for TA was to finish within two hours of her each day...accomplished that goal but ultimately she kicked this redrockchica's arse by hours!!! :-)  

Other than a few minor mechanicals and a spectacular DH superman crash, my caballo and I finished the race intact and not too badly beaten up. Fully stoked about placing 4th overall woman (GC)...behind some world-class pros! 


This ferry took us to the "official start" which in essence was its ramp.  They allowed us to deboard and warm up on the nearby dirt road for 15 mins, then reboard, then BANG....and the 6-day adventure began!








Ms rockstar Erica...keeping us well-fed and entertained! Guido...doing his thing.



Some impressive swinging bridges...



Some sweeeeeeet singletrack...


 

Trying to keep up w/ lil miss climber extraordinaire who was about a minute in front of me (final stage, atop the volcano/climb and before the incredible downhill singletrack section)...


Some R&R after each stage...
Icebath in the river after Stage 1 @ Huilo Huilo w/Scott and Rebecca.
One of the "lodges" where we stayed (2 nights)...in Huilo Huilo.





No RedRockChica post is complete w/out the bovine shots!
           









Before and after (no dirt/lotsa dirt)




I owe a huge huge huge gracias to Guido -- and the awesome crew Anuebel, Javier, Flavio and Irene' -- for keeping me & the lil carbon caballo running perfectly the entire 6 days.  Seriously!  And...it arrived back in AZ cleaner than when it departed!  If you plan to go ride/play in Argentina/Chile, find these guys!  -- Adventure Logistics 



Misc more shots...








                       


Pucon & its volcano we ascended then had a blast back down...in Stage 6.






Thanks for everybody's notes/motivation/support and especially to...

- FELLOW RIDERS, especially the CTS crew!
- MY FAMILY  (for good genes) and FRIENDS!
     It was cool having fellow riders (from USA and South America) recognizing the 
     Mayflower brand!
      My body thanks you!
- EEA TOOLS
    On some of the long climbs, I hallucinated for helicopter exfils and a recovery rig
     for me and my bike!
    My original shop & where I feel like "Norm" back home.  Felt like a celebrity the
    days I wore my Bike-n-Bean t-shirt...recognized around the world! 
- CARMICHEEL TRAINING SYSTEMS -
     Thanks to Chris for letting me join the group.  And wow oh wow, Erica and LeLand
     were so squared away, kept everything running so smoothly, took care of our tired
      lil' selves and by the end were like family. (Erica might have even regularly wiped
      my eye-boogers:)
      If you plan a trip to Chile and/or Argentina, look these guys up.  Top notch guys, 
      solid athletes, pro-support....and like brothers!
- SEDONA HOT YOGA -
      I still find it challenging to even admit that I do yoga, but man oh man, I feel better
      after doing it.  Jen's classes are perfect!  Hot, tribal tunes/reggae vibe, your own personal
      space, low-lights (thank you), you time!
- And extra shout-outs to Jen and John; Matt, Timoni and Turner; Lars; Jimmy; Ed; Daryl @ FORM...and all the boys at home who made me ride harder than I would on my own! 

If YOU want to push yourself in an incredible locale and grin while doing it, Trans-Andes should be on your list!  



Beach at Pucon....morning after the race ended. Tranquilo.

A friend gave me this locket before I flew south...good words to remember all the time.



Read more about my nutrition/fueling HERE.