


Sunday 7/20 was the second stage of the Michaux 2008 Endurance Series in the mountains north of Gettysburg, PA. This race has always been the toughest for me in the series, and this year was no different. I started the race about 2 pounds underhydrated which I knew was going to be a problem, but the MX race on Saturday was a makeup from a rain out and I had to attend. Before the race I talked to my friend and the race organizer Jes Stith of Gettysburg Bicycle about the course; when he described it as the best course of all the Curse layouts I knew I was in for a treat. I have been racing Michaux since my first year riding which was back in 1992.... Jes is by far the best race organizer I have ever seen; he and his group do their best to make the course the best, and most challenging that they can. Usually when you do these races you are racing the course, which is almost extinct in MTB racing nowadays. The only bummer was that the turnout seemed light due to the MTB Nationals in Vermont, but there was still a bunch of brave souls ready for the Curse. Now onto the race...
After an OK start I was definitely out of sync on the first few miles of descending. This is one of the toughest descents not to flat on that I know of... rocky, fast, and requires a lot of pedaling between sections of loose, jagged shale. I must have passed 6 or so people on the side in the first 2 miles with flats. Then after settling in a little I hit the ridge trail which is one of my favoites in the world; Twisty, rocky, but still flowing singletrack totally created for MTB enjoyment! About a mile into it I came up on a friend of mine on the side of the trail just as I started to flat the front tire... I had cut a sidewall. Poz was on the side of the trail and I didn't know if he had a flat or what because my iPod was too loud... I didn't hear much. He started to get out a tube and then I realized it was for me! I told him I was fine and he joked about catching back up to the leader... little did I know that was going to be important! Anyway, after racing here for years and ripping sidewalls I was prepared with 2 tubes and a tire boot. After a lengthy tire change I was back on my way. By the time I had made it to the reservoir about 8 miles in I had decided I was on the wrong bike; the 29er wheels were great, but my technical skills were rusty and I was having trouble sitting and pedaling without getting knocked around. I felt like a roadie! Wait a minute, I am a roadie nowadays!
The funny thing about Michaux races is that unless you have ridden here its hard to comprehend just how demanding it is. After about 18 miles of racing I was already starting to cramp in my legs. I knew that it was my hydration, but what could I do about it? It was in the 90's on a beautiful summer day what was I to do, stop? I kept thinking that I could beat it if I just kept drinking and staying on my nutrition plan. Along the way I rode with some friends, and saw some great racing going on in the women's class. Slowly I was in a downward spiral, but I was having fun so I just "hung in there". I also was having an allergic reaction to something in the woods. Every year I have problems at ths race and this year was no different. My arms start itching, then I start coughing and getting asthma. This time I had some benedryl in my pack, but I didn't know how I would feel if I took it so low on water. That was a mistake, but its not like I haven't made them ALL day right? On a steep, long hike a bike, out of water, the emotions started kicking in. You know, those questions like: what the hell am I doing here? Why did I get out of bed at 5am to do this? What were you thinking trying the old 1-2 with the Curse of Dark Hollow? Did you know at home the a/c is on and the couch is waiting and the beer is cold?
On top of that I couldn't eat without liquids...
By the time I made the last water stop I had ridden some of the coolest new trails I had ever seen, but I was too tired to enjoy them. Luckily I GPS'd the whole race so I can find it again. The guys at the stop were great, although when they asked what I needed I looked on the table and saw what I really wanted... a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale! That would have to wait until later so I downed 2 full water bottles at the stop, and then went on to the last 7 miles of singletrack. By this time I felt like Chevy Chase in Vacation, in the desert with his pants on his head saying "I'm dead.. I'm dead.." I started thinking about how long I could lay down on the trail, rest, and still be able to finish. Luckily every time I started cramping there would be a descent. Of course my arms were cramping then so I was definitely in trouble. Then I came upon something that made me laugh... danger signs. If you had seen this course you would have thought it was funny too! This entire loop could have a big danger sign on it! But Jes wasn't kidding! The following downhill was hairy to say the least and very steep and technical. I decided if I tried to get off I would seize up so I just stayed on and took my time riding down. One day I will mount a camera to my bars to get some shots of this terrain.. amazing!
Now I was only about 3 miles away and I felt like I was finally going to make it. I thought about crazy things like the climber Beck Weathers who was left for dead on Everest only to come back on his own power to camp to be rescued. There is something very humbling about being in survival mode, but its also kind of purifying. You feel accomplishment just for being alive and that makes you almost euphoric. I guess that eventually ends if you don't stop or be rescued and you lose consiousness and die? Luckily I didn't find out! Just as my gps said 2 miles to go I came out by the parking lot? There was an arrow pointing AWAY from the finish area! Was this a joke? Had someone changed the course? Just then I think of Leslie Neilsen in Airplane... "Surely you can't be serious? ... I am serious, and don't call me Shirley..." They couldn't run us this close to the finish and send us downhill and away? Luckily I knew what they were up to and after a mile out on the road I turned under the powerlines and back to the trail to the finish. By then I am just thinking of Airplane lines all the way to the line.... "Do you like gladiator movies? .... he never drinks a second cup at home... excuse me, I speak jive... looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue..." That is what is going through my mind at the end of the race... not racing, not where I am finishing, just Airplane! I crossed the finish line and they handed me my Michaux race pilsner glass and I went straight to the keg and filled it. I walked back to the truck, changed, loaded the bike, and headed out to meet Mary in Gettysburg. I didn't even think about where I came in! Later, after some benedryl, food, beer, and food and beer; I got a call from my friend Don who said he picked up my money for me? Evidently I had placed 5th? I won money after that endeavor? It turns out that Poz who had stopped when I flatted finished 4th in front of me, and we must have just survived in about the same places to the finish! All in all it was a great race, and I definitely learned a real lesson about my limits and what it takes to be an endurance athlete. I figure after this experience IM Arizona will be a breeze in November! Only time will tell... for now I keep thinking of Jack Johnson's Sleep Through The Static lyrics... "...Beyond where we should have gone... we went beyond where we should have gone..." I will be on vacation next week so when I am laying in a hammock relaxing I can think back on this race and laugh about how I went beyond where I should have gone... again.




