Getting used to the SS

**You will notice that I have started adding pictures to the blog. Historically I have had a terrible time uploading pics and in frustration, went with text only posts. I recently gave the extra effort to figure out what I was doing wrong. The result is hopefully a more pleasing experience for the reader. I hope you enjoy!

As I mentioned last week, I am learning to be a single speed MTB’er. At first, I thought it was crazy to go with just one gear. I could only imagine how much I would miss all those other options when it came time to climb. As I have gotten out this past week and spent some time on the SS, I have been pleasantly surprised.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Climbing hills isn’t easy with only one gear. I grunt. I sweat. I swear. Sometimes I walk. However, when everything is reduced to the minimum and you have only one option, you just do it. When I borrowed the bike from Matt, he said it well when I mentioned something to him about only having one gear. He said, “You may only have one gear, but you have three speeds- sitting, standing and walking.” Touché salesman.

I got out for 5 training rides this week. There were other rides on my commuter bike around town, but those are just chill and I don’t keep track of them. My mileage hasn’t been what I want it to be, but it is what it is. On the bright side, I’ve been consistent and my knee isn’t giving me problems. That makes life pretty good in comparison to some of the issues I have had over the last couple months.

My rides through the week were close to home on the 7 mile MTB trail at St Joe State Park. For the weekend, I have made a point to get out and go ride other stuff to keep things fresh. If all I do is ride the same thing over and over, I get bored with it.

My plan had been to ride Berryman Saturday. It is a 26 mile loop that incorporates a portion of the Ozark Trail on it’s west side, which will be part of the OT100. I figured doing that portion of trail would be good prep and I love riding there. I packed everything up and headed out Saturday morning, feeling good about the day and excited to hit the trail.

The 45 minute drive was wonderful as I enjoyed the warm late summer air and the windows down. When I turned up the road off the highway to get to the Berryman trailhead, I started getting excited. It had been awhile since I was last out there and I was looking forward to some alone time in the woods.

My excitement waned when within a quarter mile of the trail head I started seeing cars parked along the sides of the road. There was probably a couple hundred cars parked in and around the trailhead parking lot. I saw someone walking along the road and stopped to ask him what was going on. He informed me that there was a 100 mile trail run being put on. He said there were over 100 racers, but he encouraged me to go ahead and ride. He said the trail was still open and there were 4 or 5 MTB’ers already out on the course. I decided to change my plan and go somewhere else. I wanted some alone time and hated to go out and potentially disturb some runner’s groove.

So with Plan A out, I took some sweet backroads and headed for an impromptu Plan B.

Sweet backroad chill

My backroad destination was the 32/DD trailhead of the OT for some Middle Fork section action. I figured I would be alone. Most every time I drive by that lot, there is not a soul to be seen. Much to my surprise I saw some Noah kit when I pulled in. It was none other than teammates Adam and Chuck out for some sweet single track.

Adam!
Chuck!

After some small talk, I got ready quickly and we all pushed off together, heading south on the trail. Not only are Adam and Chuck faster than I am any day, on top of that they were on full suspension geared bikes. I let them know I would likely be sucking wind on the climbs and not to wait for me.

I hung with them for a couple miles, even up the first big climb. Once the second significant climb came along, they started getting away from me. It was all good as I really just wanted to take my time, get used to the SS and enjoying the day in the woods. Once I was alone, I found the ‘third gear’ of SS on some climbs and hopped off to hoof it. I stopped here and there to grab a few shots for the blog.

Beautiful creek on Middle Fork
The Big Unit does Middle Fork
Middle Fork
Middle Fork

He was camera shy

Due to my changes in plan and location, I was pressed for time and I turned back at Hwy 49, about 8 miles in on the trail. On my way back, I ran into another guy I know, Anatoli. We chatted for a few minutes and I then rolled on back to the car. I ended with just shy of 16 miles for the day, which was way short of what I really needed to be riding, but I needed to get back home as we had plans for the evening. Despite the shorter mileage, it was a great ride and a great day!

Time to switch gears

Last Friday evening, I traveled about 40 miles north to Festus for an event sponsored by Team Noah, the racing team I am a part of. Festus has their annual town fair, Twin City Days and our team put on the Moonlight Ramble, a simple little three mile bike ride to get the community involved and out on their bikes.

It was our second year putting the ride on and it was a resounding success! We had a great turn out and it was a blast. Especially the little guys and gals that came out. There was one little girl, maybe 4 years old, who had just learned to ride without training wheels two weeks before. She was a trooper and rode the whole way on her tiny bike, climbing a hill that several adults got off for. It was so cool to see her intensity as she worked that bike. Gotta love budding love of cycling!

This little lady rocked it!

After the public ride, four of us from the team (myself, Adam, Ian and Matt) gathered up at Matt’s house and went out for a short night road ride. It was so cool to get to ride with the guys as I don’t normally get a chance to do that, being that I live over an hour from the majority of the team. We enjoyed the cool night air and chatted the whole way.

After the ride, we hung out on Matt’s patio for post ride pizza, beer and a general good time. Of course the topics of conversation revolved around bikes- what was new on the market, geometry preferences and upcoming rides. Along the way, I told the guys that I didn’t know what I was going to do for the OT and Wolf Creek as I had broken my MTB frame the week before and didn’t have anything lined up for a replacement. Immediately they all offered that I could borrow a bike from one of them! I was floored.

After realizing that they were serious, we quickly fleshed out that I couldn’t borrow from Ian as he is several inches shorter than me and his bikes wouldn’t fit. Both Adam and Matt had bikes to offer, but being as we were at Matt’s house, he had one right there to try out. I went home that night with Matt’s Kona Big Unit. It was setup single speed, but my intention was to gear it for my races. I was stoked!

On the drive home, I thought about the bike and how I would set it up. Mental calculations mounting, I had a crazy idea. What If I just road it single speed? I had a little bit of experience a couple years ago riding a SS a few times. Was I ready to do that? I drove home, went to bed and slept on it.

The next day when I woke I thought about it over a cup of coffee. That was it. I decided to give it a go. Worst case I could ride it SS for a few rides and if I didn’t like it I could set it up geared.

Busy on Saturday, I got up Sunday and did some maintenance on the Kona since Matt hadn’t ridden it in awhile. I had to refresh the sealant in the tires, switch out to my pedals and put the rear cog on, as Matt had removed it for another bike while this one was stored. Once I had it fixed up, I loaded up and headed out to ride some Ozark Trail.

In the end, I had a really short ride due to time and running into Jim Davis at a trailhead. He was out cleaning trail in preparation for the OT100. He and I chatted quite awhile and then hiked in to clear a couple trees that were supposed to be there, but weren’t. Someone had taken care of them and not reported it. Once back to the car, it was too late for me to get anymore for the day and I just went home.

In the short few miles ridden, I got to do a few good climbs and had no issue making the single gear work for me. I did expend more energy in those climbs that I am not used to. It is too early to make a judgement, but I may go to an easier gear ratio and swap out the rear cog for one with a couple more teeth. That said, I love the simplicity and lightweight of the SS setup. There was so much less to worry about. No need to be concerned with that stray stick that could get in a derailleur. No bother from having to change gears. Just pedal. It was cool! I am excited to keep working this platform and take on the OT in a new way.

I would be remise if I didn’t mention again just how cool it is to have great folks to be involved with on Team Noah. I can’t thank you enough guys and especially Matt! Thanks to you I will have a ride for the upcoming races. Bring on the OT and Wolf Creek!

Here we go again

Drama. I’m really not a fan. It makes for interesting TV, books and movies, but nobody says they want drama in there life. We hate it when we have ‘that’ friend. Something is always going on with them. We think, “life can’t be THAT hard, can it?”

The positive things aren’t an issue. We want positive drama, but not so much the negative. But is a little bit of negative really that bad? It’s that old adage that we have a better appreciation for the ups because we went through the downs. If only the swings from positive to negative can be held to a slight chop instead of huge waves it helps.

Well, I have been dealing with a bit of drama over the last month or so. First it was the fact that I was way behind on training with two upcoming races. Positive drama happened and I got to training. Things were great! Then I hurt my knee. I spent three weeks nursing the knee and dealing with my drama downturn. But wait! Things swung back up last week when I got on the bike and realized the knee was performing better than expected. Life was back to good!

Toward the end of my MTB ride last Saturday I noticed the rear wheel felt a little squishy a couple times. I actually thought I had a flat at one point. I glanced down and saw that the tire was plenty full, so I kept riding. When I got back to the car I grabbed the rear wheel and noticed some side to side play. I assumed the cone nuts had managed to back off a bit and the bearings in the hub were a little loose. It was time for a bit of maintenance.

Although it was Labor Day weekend, our schedule was a bit full. One thing lead to another and I pushed my bike maintenance to the back burner. Monday evening I decided to take care of it. I pulled the wheel off the bike and almost immediately Jeneen hollered saying supper was ready. I quickly gave the hub a once over and noticed that everything seemed fine. Curious, but it would have to wait until after dinner.

Dinner came and went and I didn’t go back to the bike. Tuesday morning, I walked past my bike in the work stand, glanced over and I shuddered. Where the seat stay met the seat tube the frame was broken. Not just a little crack, but completely broken in two. How in the world did I not notice this?!?! I suppose that when I was sitting on the bike, my weight kept the tube together and somehow I didn’t have a catastrophic crash. That is certainly the bright side of it all.

The down side? I now have to replace my MTB frame. I am working on a warranty claim, but I don’t know that it will be accepted and it isn’t likely to go through before the OT100. Even if it does all go smoothly and I get it done before then, I REALLY need to be riding a MTB over the next three weeks to prepare for the race, so waiting for the warranty is not a good plan.

In the interim, I am looking for a way to replace the frame quickly that won’t cost me a fortune. Worst case scenario, I won’t have a bike and I won’t be able to ride the OT100. At first I was rocked by that, but now I’m ok with it. I don’t want that to be the case, but it certainly isn’t the end of the world. With things like hurricanes, flooding and rampant wildfires taking people’s homes and lives around our country, I have no place to complain. When I put the last month in that perspective, I’ll take a broken bike frame and a bum knee. I have it pretty good and bikes are just stuff.

 

 

Knee pain, recovery and a return to the saddle

Three weeks ago yesterday I went for a run and ended up with a significant injury to my right knee. I hobbled slowly home, thanking my stars that I had only made it a half mile away. Right away I began eating Ibuprofen like candy and icing my knee about every hour.

The first two days I couldn’t walk and most of the first two nights I couldn’t sleep because of the pain. There was no position I could find that would work to get comfortable. I was miserable and planned to go see a doctor if things didn’t improve the next day. I really didn’t want to do that because my health insurance has a very high deductible and frankly, I couldn’t afford what I figured the doc would want to do. I was pretty certain that I had a meniscus tear and the first thing would be an MRI, followed by some sort of orthopedic surgery. If I could figure out some way to avoid that, my daughter could continue to go to college and we could eat. That would be nice.

On the third morning, I swung my legs off the side of the bed, stood up and the pain was much less. The reprieve only lasted an hour or so, but that gave me enough light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel to think I might just be able to make it without a $7000 financial hit.

Slowly over the course of roughly a week, I got to the point that I could get around ok. Stairs were still a problem and I would have painful bouts, especially in the evenings, but at least I could walk. It was still frustrating though. I had big plans to do a couple events this fall, but beyond that, I just wanted to be able to get around and ride. As time wore on, I was beginning to think that I would have to get used to a new normal of no riding or hiking, unless I wanted to buck up and go see an ortho.

By the end of the month, I was in pretty poor spirits. I was able to walk around fine in normal life situations, but I still struggled with stairs and had little confidence in my knee overall. One evening in the last couple days of August, I took a short walk- about a half mile. Later that night my knee throbbed. How could I get back to normal if I couldn’t even take a little hike? I just wanted to get back to my normal activities.

In the last week of August, I saw that the local bike shop had scheduled a group MTB ride at a trail just outside of town. I had a great desire to go, but the idea of getting out of the saddle to climb hills and using my legs to work the descents seemed improbable. I couldn’t imagine my knee holding up to that with the way it felt. I spoke with a few guys around town about it and made the assertion that I would try to go. As the week went on, I was pretty stressed about the idea of riding. I didn’t want to set myself back any more.

Friday evening, I decided to take a simple road ride. I would try out the knee and see what it did. If I made it through and still felt ok with it the next morning, I would try to go on the MTB ride. I did a super easy 11 miles on the road bike that evening, staying in the saddle the whole time and keeping it to the little gears. Much to my surprise, I felt really good. No discomfort in the knee. Could there be hope?

Saturday morning I woke and got ready. My plan was to start with the group and hang in the back, only doing what I thought I could. I would try to keep it in the saddle and small gears to keep the pressure down. I met the guys at 8AM and we headed into the woods.

I was super pleased that there was a guy there who never rode MTB before. He is an older gent who rides road with us regularly and he wanted to try out the trail. Of course, he was very timid and went slow, walking many parts of the trail. I hung back with him and thought it was working out perfectly for me. I had no reason to try to keep up with the others!

I took the chance a couple times to gently get out of the saddle, just to see how it felt. I was surprised, but the knee felt fine. Next was a few pedal strokes standing up. No issues. I even took a shot at climbing out of the saddle on a short climb. Once again, no problem. My confidence was starting to return.

After about a mile, the noob friend decided to bail. We were right next to a local paved bike path and he thought that was his best bet. I tried to convince him that he just needed to keep riding, but he felt very unsure and just wanted to get on the blacktop for a spin. I wished him well and latched on back of the group, as they had stopped to wait for us.

I kept it pretty simple for a time, but slowly tried to add a little more effort to the equation. Each test was successful and gave me more confidence. By midway through the ride, I was taking a few shots at full on power and climbing some hills of the harder hills out of the saddle. It felt so good to be moving and not hurting!

Here I am two days later, still feeling good about the knee, when cycling anyway. I’m not sure why, but although I still feel unsure in certain circumstances, like climbing or descending stairs, the cycling seemed to have only good effects on the knee and and pain I have felt. I am super stoked to get back to riding with a cautious eye on the joint and see how things progress. There is no way for me to be ready for the OT100 in just 30 days, but I will do what I can and see how I feel. If I can stay pain free riding some longer distances over the next few weeks, I figure I can give the OT a go. I’m good with a bit of suffering over the distance as long as the knee has its integrity. Stay tuned for updates as I prepare for my fall races!

What motivates you?

Months and months of nothing- that is what has happened here on the ole blog. Once in awhile I will pop in and give a little update, promising to be more active and regular with posts, only to do the exact opposite. I could continue to give my apologies and promise to do better, but will it happen? I don’t know. I really don’t.

Frankly that is how my physical activity has been this year- sporadic at best. I have searched for ways to maintain motivation. Those searches have been fruitless. The fact is I truly WANT to get out and ride. I want to run. I want to train and prepare for racing again. The motivation just doesn’t come.

That brings up the question: what is it that keeps us motivated? I’m not convinced I have the answer. I have some ideas, but they require a bit of back story.

After TABR16 I spent the majority of the remainder of the year recovering. The physical recovery was slower than I expected. My legs and lungs seemed to have nothing to give for a couple months. The mental recovery was longer and more difficult. What I found as I waded through the dark waters of post-race life was a giant hole. I fell in, sinking deeper as the days got shorter through the fall. By the first of the year, the issues had gone beyond what I felt I could deal with and I sought help with a therapist. I went in thinking that I had anger issues. I felt like I was lashing out at those closest to me. In just a couple sessions it was brought to my attention that the anger I was feeling was only a symptom. What I really was dealing with was depression. Slowly I worked through some things and by the time the local flowers were blooming, I felt like I had a better handle on things.

Through spring I had my sights set on a tour with my buddy Nathan. I didn’t ride much in preparation, but I was excited to get back out on the road. June 4th my wife dropped us off at the Amtrak station in St Louis. We took the train to Chicago, our bikes in the luggage hold, with the plan to ride to Memphis via St Louis over 6 days. That would put us on track to put down 100-130 miles each day.

The first 3 days were an absolute blast! We were fortunate enough to have tailwinds and cooler temps. We were on the road, doing as we pleased and loving every minute of it. The fourth day saw a bit of elevation gain, followed by a hot afternoon and a solid 130 miles. By the time we reached Cape Girardeau that evening, we were both toast. The accumulative effects of 4 days averaging 119 miles a day was weighting both of us down. When you add in the fact that the total mileage over those four days eclipsed my previous 6 months of riding, I was certainly pushing my limits. The next morning we slept a little later, hoping to get a little recovery. Day 5 had much higher temps (near 100F) and a solid 10MPH headwind. More heat and stronger winds were forecast for the following day. In the end, we decided to pull the plug on our trip in New Madrid, MO. Our wives were supposed to have met us that next day in Memphis to spend the weekend. Instead of continuing to torture ourselves, we got a hotel room and waited for our wives to pick us up on their way through. They did and we had a blast on Beale Street that weekend.

There were little to no regrets about stopping short. We did 561 miles in 5 days and had a fantastic time hanging out together and exploring Illinois and Missouri. That said, I found myself questioning my ability. Just a year before I rode 4238 miles in 24.7 days. In my efforts to recover from the race, I had slipped into inactivity and lost my mojo, so to speak.

I came back from that trip to a very busy season with work and lots of tasks to take care of around the house. Needless to say, I didn’t ride much over the remainder of June and July.

August brought thoughts of fall and the upcoming OT100 MTB race on 9-30 as well as the Wolf Creek 12HR MTB race on 10-7. Realizing that time was short and of the essence, I hopped back on the training wagon. I was riding, running, doing yoga and some body weight workouts. In just a week or two I started feeling fantastic! I was feeling more flexible and generally stronger.

On the 13th of August I went for a super easy evening run. Just a half mile from my house, my right knee gave way and searing pain ended my run. I spent two days unable to walk on it. I got used to RICE (rest-ice-compression-elevation). Oh, and plenty of Vitamin I. On the third day I was able to get around a bit, but still quite a lot of pain. Since then I have been resting- no running, riding or anything, other than an occasional super easy bike ride to the coffee shop. Slowly it is getting better, but I am going nuts waiting. I really just want to get back to training.

That gives you the back story, but the question remains: what is it that keeps us motivated?

As I look back on the last year or so I think for me the answer is to just do it- just get out there and get moving. Being in training has a snowball effect and the more I do, the more I want to do. If I stop for too long, the snowball melts and I have nothing with which to create momentum. I get lazy and everything seems to get in the way. My best bet is to stay moving. That is easy to say after I have started training, but difficult to tell myself when I’m ‘on a break’.

Some folks believe that the best motivation is a deadline. Sign up for a race and you will find the motivation to get going. Others enjoy the planning and prep cycle. Buy some maps and start gathering your kit. What do you think? Post a comment and give me your thoughts or suggestions. Maybe we can motivate each other!

Good thing I wasn’t holding my breath

So you know that old adage about just when you think you got the tiger by the tail, it turns around to bite you? Well, lets just say I need to be careful about what I say.

As of my last post, just 6 days ago, everything seemed to be in place and I was just waiting for 5-29 to get here so I can fly out to Oregon and get this race started. Since then I have been going over things and making a few final tweaks to my setup. I had wrapped up my upgrades and took the bike out for a ride. Everything on the bike felt great.

Mid-week I received some funds that I had been waiting on and I got very excited! This was what I was counting on for TABR funds. Now I had it in my possession and in the bank. I was really excited and shared that excitement with a few folks that are close to me. The one thing that really took me out of last year’s race was now taken care of. That is what you call relief.

Then the tide started to turn. Friday afternoon or evening, I started feeling a strain in my lower back. Gradually it has gotten worse. I’m not real sure what I have done, but it isn’t good. It hurts to stand, sit or lay down. I have stretched and popped ibuprofen, but not much seems to help. It is not something that I feel I should ride with. That’s a big bummer as this weekend was mostly free and beautiful weather. I really feel like I am missing out on some quality riding time and with the lack of riding over the last few weeks, I worry I am losing fitness.

Then yesterday I got a call from my son. He had been driving our family vehicle and noticed a noise in the engine. I had him shut it down and I went across town to check it out. It is bad. From the sound of it, we have a broken part in the bottom end of the motor. Bad main bearings or a broken rod. I currently have it about half apart trying to diagnose the problem and have run into a few stumbling blocks. Although I am mechanically inclined and can fix about anything, this will cost money for parts and very well will cost quite a bit. This very likely will put my race funds in jeopardy.

I was very upset last night (Saturday). I prepared nearly a year for TABR15, only to have my hopes trashed with a DNF in Colorado due to lack of funds and now, after another year of preparing and being so much more diligent this time, I very well may have to sack my dream of bike racing to fix a car. That is ironic actually. I discussed it at length with Jeneen over a big cheeseburger and went to bed feeling dejected and beaten.

I slept well and although my back isn’t any better today, my resolve is. Very much like when racing and you have problems, it is best to eat and then sleep on it. I have some enormous hurdles to overcome over the next 14 days before my scheduled flight, but they are hurdles, not stop signs. Time to put on my problem solving hat and get things done. If the race isn’t easy, getting there shouldn’t be either.

 

TABR16 is looming and I can’t wait!

In many ways, 2015 felt like a year of failure. I was stymied by the weather for Trans Iowa and went to TABR unprepared in almost every way. I chose to use those events as learning experiences and now 2016 is off to a great start. Trans Iowa is done and I was successful in finishing that beast. Next up is Trans Am Bike Race. I began preparing for TABR16 about 2 seconds after I made my DNF call to Nathan Jones for TABR15. This race has been at the forefront of almost every thought for 10 months now and I truly can’t wait! I am very excited to get to it.

Preparing for the race has been multi-faceted. I have certainly been training physically- both on and off the bike. I also have been preparing my gear. I made some major changes to my kit as compared to last year. No more hammock and tarp. This year I will be sporting a bivy and quilt for my camping nights. I also upgraded to a Garmin GPS unit and will leave the maps at home. As for the bike, I will be on the same Giant Defy aluminum frame and bomb-proof DT Swiss wheels that I hand built for last year, but nearly everything else is new. I upgraded from my low end, wore out Sora components to all 105 componentry. I have a new Bontrager saddle, new Easton carbon seat post, new Look carbon pedals, new-to-me Easton carbon bars, a new lighter weight stem and new lighter weight Profile Design aero bars. I even found a good deal on some carbon bottle cages. The bike should be in much better working order and it is certainly lighter. All total, my bike and kit (minus food and drinks) weighs in right at 31 lbs- solidly 6.5 lbs lighter than my setup for last year. I am confident that my kit will serve me well, doing all I want it to and very little that I don’t. Speaking of weight, I am lighter body-wise than when I started last year’s race by 15 lbs. I still have easily 20 I could loose and had hoped to have it off by the race, but it doesn’t look like I will have all of that gone. I’m not going to sweat it too much. It would be nice to have it gone, but in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with having a little to lose. Frankly, every racer will lose weight, whether they have it to lose or not. Overall I am lightyears ahead in my preparations as compared to last year so it’s all good.

Flights are scheduled and accommodations in Astoria are reserved. Thomas Camero will pick me up at PDX when I fly in on 5-29. I will then spend a couple days with him and his wife Jane in Hood River before riding to Astoria. Everything seems to be squared away and ready. I just have to wait another 20 days before I leave!

Many lessons were learned from TABR15

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In the aftermath of TABR15, I did  very little licking my wounds. I think I got all that out during the race and the day I spent alone in the Super 8 in Cañon City waiting on Jeneen to pick me up. Instead, I went straight to planning for another shot. You see, I believe that I didn’t fail, I just found one way to do it wrong. I have resolved to make 2016 a victorious and satisfying year in the saddle.

As for events, my calendar will look very similar to last year. The cornerstone will be TABR16 in June. I also have unfinished business with Trans Iowa V12 in April. Outside of those, I am sure I will do the OT100MTB in October or November as well as a smattering of gravel and road centuries.

With my main focus on TABR, I have done a lot of thinking on what went wrong and what went right. In the right column, I learned an absolute ton. I have to give myself a break and admit it was my first multi-day endurance racing event. I had a goal of reaching Coburg on the first day and met that goal. My bike did everything I asked of it- no issues there really. A few of the things that went wrong are as follows:

  • I was underprepared physically– I came into the race way too heavy (235lbs) and was pretty out of shape cycling-wise. I did have a few centuries under my belt and one double, but my riding through the spring wasn’t consistent. Many of the racers that do these events will tell you that the training isn’t as much about going out and doing monster miles as it is being familiar with your equipment and consistent in your riding.
  • I was underprepared with my equipment– Not only did I not get out to use my kit beforehand, but I had just finished putting it together in the week before I left for Oregon. I relied on conversations via Facebook with other racers and my touring/backpacking experience to guide me in what to take. In the end, I was able to survive with what I brought, but far from thrive. The biggest issue was my sleep system. I took my tarp and hammock with a thin foam sleeping pad and 45F quilt. This setup works great bikepacking, backpacking or touring, but lacks some versatility for racing, in my opinion. I had some folks tell me that they didn’t think the hammock was a good choice, but I was sold on the idea of superior comfort. If I had gotten my kit together earlier and gotten out to use it, I might have realized my mistake before I left.
  • I was underprepared with my game plan– When I toured the Trans Am in 2011, I started with grand plans, laying out where I would stay, and places to stop, only to find out that everything changed on a daily basis. A chat with a local here, a stop to see the sites there. Before you know it, all plans are out the window and you do everything in the moment and on the fly. By the time I got half way through that tour, I would do everything impromptu- meals, places to stay. Everything was spontaneous. I came into TABR thinking that this would be the same way. It can be if you want to tour quickly. With that lack of focus, racing is a disaster. Like I mentioned, I met my goal the first day, but after that, I didn’t have a goal other than the end. Once you are tired and start to wear down, a lack of plan will lead to low motivation, emotional decisions and lots of stops.
  • I was underprepared financially– This was the killer. I could’ve dealt with all the other things, but without enough money set aside, there is only so much you can do. I thought that I could stretch things and make it work. You can if you are experienced or have a plan to follow. I had neither and spent too much too fast with a budget that was too small to begin with.

So what am I going to do, you ask? Make changes! I Have a financial plan that will insure I have the funds to complete the race. I began getting myself in physical shape almost immediately after getting home last June. From the beginning of July through October, I lost almost 50lbs. I did fall off the dietary wagon during the holidays and I have some work to do to get back to my “fighting weight”, but I have it under control. I made adjustments to my kit that will allow me better latitude in choosing where I will sleep. I also have a specific strategy and goals to keep me on track during the race. I already feel more prepared for the race than I did last year.

This year’s race is a completely different ballgame. Armed with what I learned from last year’s failed attempt, I have made changes to my approach that, barring injury or equipment failure, I believe will allow me to not only finish, but finish well. In the mean time, I have lots of work to do!

Oops! Houston, we HAD a problem

Well, it has been a busy and distracting month or so and I haven’t made blogging a priority. Today I tried to sign in to do a little check up and find that my domain had expired! After a little bit of accounting and button pushing, things are back up and running. I made some changes so that I hopefully will stay on top of it from here on out. Fingers crossed.

That being said, I am WAYYYY behind on getting my TABR15 story out and I have a whole slew of things to talk about in regard to preparations for this year’s OT100MTB, not to mention all my plans for TABR16. I will be putting that out here very soon. As a precursor to all of that, I will say that I am well on my way as far as completing goals. As of this morning, I am down a total of 41 pounds since the start of TABR15. I am nearly at “fighting weight” and look forward to realizing the benefits of those lost pounds as I train and race over the next year. Good stuff!

With that, stay tuned. Really this time. 🙂

Here’s the gear!

So time has ticked away and I am now down to 1 day. That’s right! 1 day until I fly out. Tomorrow morning I will be flying to Portland to begin this journey. It is hard to believe that the time has come!

 

Over the last few weeks, I have been buying, making and sorting gear. I basically have everything ready. I do have a couple small things I will be doing with gear today, but nothing earth shattering. The biggest task is packing my bike and gear in a big box in such a fashion that TSA doesn’t destroy anything when they go through my stuff. Hopefully anyway.

Yesterday I made a video (3 videos in a series actually) of my gear. Click on the YouTube link and check it out. Don’t forget to subscribe to my YouTube channel while you are there!

The race starts next Saturday, June 6th at 5AM in Astoria, OR. You will be able to follow the race via satellite trackers on trackleaders.com That link goes to their home page. The link to the TABR page will be http://trackleaders.com/transam15, but as of now, it isn’t live yet. It should be in a few days. Be a “blue dot junkie” and keep up with the race!

Another site to check out is mtbcast.com where you can find pod casts of racer call ins from Tour Divide, Trans Am Bike Race and several other races. I plan to call in daily, as long as I have cell service, and giving my report of what is going on.

So that’s it for now. I have a ton of chores to wrap up before I head out in the morning so I’ll keep this short. I will update everyone here with a post and my plan/timeline for next week pre-race once I’m in Oregon. Cheers and ride on!