My Dog's First Race: Woofstock 3k (August 26, 2012)

Earlier in August, Craig and I got a dog.  Her name is Lyla.  She's a little over a year old.  A pit & lab mix.  She's high energy and so far, looks to be a good running dog. 

I have taken her out a running a few times and she seems to do mostly okay running.  I think she can run a lot more but I want to build her up properly. 

On August 26, 2012, there was a dog event in Rocklin called Woofstock.  A big event full of booths/tents of dog things.  One of the activities during this event was the Grateful Dog 3k Walk/Run.  So, we took Lyla out there to participate in her first running event. 

The Race

At the start of the race, Lyla is super excited to see so many other dogs around.  It is a little tricky getting her to stay still as she wants to drag me out to greet all the dogs.  But, I try to hold her still at the starting area.  I move our way towards the front of the group as I know she'll really want to run. 

They count down to the start. 3, 2, 1, GO!  A little boy goes running out in front leading the race and we shortly follow.  Lyla immediately goes into a sprint and I have to hold firm on her leash as we sprint out in front of  the crowds. 

As we go, another runner with a dog gets near us and Lyla starts to pull towards the other dog.  The other dog owner falls back a little to give our dogs some space.  The other runner comments on what an interesting stride our dog has and says he believes our dog can run 10 miles without losing any energy. 

We eventually separate from the other dog and runner.  Lyla gets back to running straight and she is focused on the boy ahead of us. 

Since we are in the lead and the little boy looks so excited to be in front, I try to let the boy stay ahead and hold firm on Lyla's leash to not have her pass the little boy.  Lyla is pulling hard as she is running, really wanting to catch the little boy.  The boy hears us getting closer and I see him start to run harder.  I really have to hold Lyla back. 

Unfortunately, the boy runs out of steam and starts to slow down and we pass the boy.  Lyla runs around the loop. 

The course is two loops so we begin the second loop.  The second loop is tricky as people are still walking their dogs in the first loop.  We have to pass these walkers and dogs.  Lyla goes flying past them.  I do my best to stay with her and steer her to pass on the left side.  At one point, she darts in between a couple to my right and the leash wraps around this man's body and I am pulled right into him.  After untangling myself, I apologize as Lyla continues to run the race. 

We get near the finish and we come off the dirt path and hit the paved path. I trip and fall, scraping my knee.  I let go of the leash during my fall and am surprised to see Lyla stop running.  She turns and walks over to me as I pick myself back up.  I am glad she didn't run away. 

We then start running together again and finish the race.  She finishes first!   And, still full of energy to run a whole lot more! 

Not too bad of a first running event.  Hopefully, we can find more in the future to do together!  Ihope to build her up to start running a lot longer distances too!  :)

Trail Running Run with Diane...Run the Sly (August 19, 2012)

Trail Running Fun With Diane!  

Run on the Sly (August 19, 2012)



A year ago, I ran Run on the Sly 20 Mile Run.  It my first taste of true trail running.  I unknowingly knew what I was getting myself into.  I thought it would be a good training run for the marathon I had coming up.  Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of the race, hiking up hills, running out of water, not sure what I had gotten myself into.  But then, I arrived at an aid station with a table full of food and beverages (including soda!).  The volunteer filled up my water bottles.  This was different but I kind of liked it.  If ultra-marathons are like this, I think I want to try them out is what I thought at the time.

Since then, I have gotten more into trail running and have finished two 50k's.  And this time, I knew what I was going to get myself into.  But, this time, I convinced my friend Diane to do the 20 miler.  I also promised that I would stay with her the whole time.  She does not feel the most comfortable on the trails.

We ran the race together and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. The course had some good hills but I remember them being a lot tougher last year than they were today but I think it also helped having a friend to chat with as we hiked up some of the hills.  I have gotten better with my descents so that was fun.  Diane took the descents a little more carefully.

Running by the lake was nice and fun.  I had fun watching Diane try to navigate over rocks over the creek.  I just splashed through the water.

All day, we kept leap frogging another runner...a shirtless male runner from the Bay Area.  He was a friendly energetic fellow out running his longest run ever.  He talked to Diane and I about how he's training for a marathon.  Every time he went by us, he was very cheery and encouraging.  Fun making friends out on the course.

I had seen a few other friends out there running the 50k.  When I saw them, I had kind of wished I had done the 50k too but in the end, I was glad to have spend the day with Diane out on some lovely trails.  I did not run as fast as I had the year prior but I think I had a lot more fun!  Love being out on the trails!

My Glimpse of Heaven and Taste of Hell: The Tahoe Rim 50k (July 21, 2012)

My Glimpse of Heaven and Taste of Hell
Tahoe Rim Trail 50k (July 21, 2012)


"Runners love a challenge. Their sport requires an internal drive foreign to most 'normal' people. They not only push through pain, but welcome it. They live to test their limits, and if a gauntlet is thrown down, they embrace the chance to test their mettle." ~from "Running the Edge"

Preface
 
January 4, 2012

Helen: "Ralph Keith threw down the gauntlet...i finally got on the crazy train...we're going to run this [Tahoe Rim Trail] 50k one week after doing the Death Ride..."

 Some of the comments in response to this post:
"oh my"
"cuckoo"
"better you than me"
"this is a new level of crazy for both of you"
"you're crazy"

Ralph: "This isn't crazy, it's pushing the boundries to see what we can do in a sane/safe fashion. We'll train properly, eat well. The goal is to finish with a smile on our faces and memories to last a life time."

Seven months later. . . .

By the time July rolled around, I felt mostly ready for both the Death Ride and the Tahoe Rim Trail (TRT) 50k.  All my training for all my crazy things this year has definitely built up my endurance in both running and cycling.  So, I did not really worry about not being able to finish the events. 

For me, the Death Ride felt like the end of my string of crazy cycling goals.  At the start of the year, my cycling goals were to get the California Triple Crown, participate in the NorCal Aids Cycle, and finish the Death Ride.  

At the start of the year, I had really wanted, hunger for, the California Triple Crown.  In June, I finished my third double century and became a California Triple Crown winner.  I had been pondering doing two more double centuries in the fall to get into the 1000 Mile Club.  However, a new goal, a new hunger, started to emerge:  Western States 100 (a 100 mile run).  

With the Death Ride completed, I felt I accomplished what I wanted to accomplish this year on the bike.  I felt satisfied with it all.  But now, I wanted Western States.  I thought about doing two more doubles but the desire isn't as strong as it was for the initial three doubles.  

Day before TRT, I got off the waiting list for the Dick Collins Firetrails 50 Mile Race (in October).  This would be my first 50 mile race and hopefully, my qualifying race to get into the Western States lottery.  

So, for the TRT race, knowing that I would run this race a whole lot slower than I did at Way Too Cool, I made no time goals for myself.  I had no expectations of getting a PR.  My goal would be to be very diligent in my fueling throughout the race and try to finish the race feeling not so fried, feeling pretty decent, as if I could run more.  That was the goal for this race.  And of course, to enjoy the scenery and to have fun.  :)

 THE RACE
 
July 21, 2012



In the wee hours of the morning, I wake up at a Motel 6 in Carson City.  My chest is a bit congested and my throat scratchy.  The air feels dry.  I get into my running gear and get my water pack ready.  Since I am already feeling congestion in my chest, I remember to pack my inhaler this time.  Not wanting to forget it like I did in the Death Ride.  I scramble to get all my things together.  

Ralph comes to my door and picks me up around 4:20 a.m.  After picking up Lisa, the three of us head towards Tahoe, to Spooner Lake.   
  
I hang out at the race start seeing numerous running friends here.  Some are running the 50 mile race and some are running the 50k (like me).  There are others who have already started the 100 mile race.  We hang out under a tent trying to stay relatively warm on this cool morning.  It is nice having the company of friends around before (as well as during) these big events.  

As it gets closer to 6 a.m., we all gather around and await the start.   The national anthem is faintly playing. 









Spooner to Hobart (mile 7)

6 a.m., the race starts.  All the runners start taking off into the woods away from Spooner Lake.  I run along with Scott for a bit.  The trail narrows a bit and the runners start to sort themselves about.  It does not take too long for my hands to warm up so I take off my gloves and stuff them into my pack. 

We start heading upward.  The climb is not too steep at this point but we are going upward.  My chest congestion is making it tougher to acclimate to the elevation today.  I am not able to run as fast I would like.  But, it is early in the race I am pacing myself.  

After a couple miles or so, I am struggling to keep up with Scott so I just stop trying to stay up with him.  My chest congestion is making this tough so I fall back a bit.  I let a few other runners coming around me and I keep going along.  I think, it's only 6 miles to the first rest stop so just need to get there.  

After climbing for a bit and feeling this day is going to be a long, hard, day, I come around some bend and turn to see a stunning view of the sun rising over Marlett Lake.  Just stunning.  And, as I am smiling at the sight of the sun just peaking over the mountains and glistening the lake, I remember why I am running this race.  To see such sites like this.  I come around a switchback and start descending down to the edge of Marlette Lake.  I stop to take a picture.  I am going to enjoy myself on this run and really take in the stunning views. 
  


I run along pass Marlette Lake and head along some trails lush with green trees.  Then, we start climbing upward again.  An hour has passed and I put down a gel and trek up the hill.  I am familiar with this section having gone a training run here with James, Steve, and Tim. 

I am hoping the aid station is near but I keep going and going and going.  I pass by a few volunteers dressed up as angels and a devil.  They really are getting into the heaven & hell theme.

Finally, I arrive at Hobart.  The aid station here has the heaven and hell theme also.  I get some soda to drink and munch on some potatoes.  Then, I head on my way. 

Hobart to Tunnel Creek

I head out of the aid station and follow the other runners up a hill.  We weave our way up and up and up.  Geez, the climbing is tough. 

Then, we curve to the right and BAM, hit with another specatucular view.  The view is Lake Tahoe and Marlette Lake and truly breathtaking.  Certainly a glimpse of heaven.  Everyone stops to take a few pictures. 

Then, we continue on our way.  We run through some meadow looking grassy area and then head into a forest area.  The trail takes you through some interesting change of scenery.  Nice looking.

After a bit, we start a little bit of down hill running.  I can pick up my pace a little bit as we run down and down and down.  Fun, though I get a little nervous on some rocky sections and can hear other runners right behind me.  At some point, I let a few runners past me. 

My phone plays a little jingle.  It's a text message from Craig.  I know it without having to look.  The sound of it makes me smile as I know it is him.  I know he's sending some encouraging message cheering me on. 

As I run along, I notice my hands are looking rather fat and swollen.  Almost like a cartoon character, they're puffed up so big.  Hmm.  I am not sure if this means I should be taking more water.  Maybe I should take more salt or have I taken too much salt.  I feel like I have been hydrating myself well enough.  My hands are so big!  I am not in any pain but I worry if my hands are swelling up that my feet might swell up too and I may get blisters. 

I eventually arrive to the Tunnel Creek aid station.  I see my friend Susan and ask her if I should take more salt or less salt sa my hands are really swollen.  She points to the medic tent and suggests I go there.  I go up to a couple guys and ask what I should do.  They ask me if I am thirsty, I say no.  Says I should cut back on the water for a bit and take a little more salt. 

So, I head to the food tables and eat some salted potatoes.  I pop some s-caps and then head my way down to the Red House loop. 

The Red House Loop

The Red House loop starts with a long 1+ mile descent.  Down and down and down I go.  I see the faster folks climbing up past me.  I catch sight of a couple friends as I fly down the hill.  Trying to twist my body so it is at a slight angle so I don't tear up my quads with this steep descent. 

Finally, I hit the bottom and we run through some lush, forest-y areas.  I have to run through a few little creeks.  But, I stop at each one and splash some water on my arm coolers and head.  This is refreshing.  Some, I have to run right through, getting my shoes wet.  Splash, Splash, Splash. 

My hands still look swollen but I don't feel much pain.  I keep taking gels and such on the hour. 

I think about how I did the Death Ride the weekend prior and about cycling.  My legs are feeling fine considering.  The cycling doesn't tear my body up quite like running does.  Though, I feel like the time to commit to endurance cycling and endurance running is a tough one.  And, I start to feel like I want to put more to running, especially if I want to run a 50 mile race and qualify for Western States.  I realize that though I did a lot with cycling this year that this is what I prefer, the running.  I think now that I have done what I set out to do in cycling, I may take a break from cycling and focus back on running.  I decide I do not want to do any more doubles this year.  I want to focus on my running goals now.  And, the big goal is getting into Western States. 

I run along letting my mind wander to various thoughts and in not too long, I arrive at the Red House aid station.  This aid station has a clown theme.  Many volunteers are dressed as clowns.  Kind of interesting.  I am not a clown fan.  But, the volunteers are friendly.   I also spot my friend Susan again. 

I eat some snacks and grab a cup of ice water as I start walking out.  I am going along with a cup of ice water.  I drink the water but still have the ice.  Not wanting to just dump it, I take the ice and throw it on my neck and down the back of my shirt to help cool me down a little.  I stuff the cup into my pack. 

The ice slides down the back and sits in my sports bra.  Kind of a funny feeling of ice there but it's also kind of refreshing too. 

I keep running along.  I stop along here and there where there are little streams to splash water on my arms and head.  

After a bit, I hit the hill to go back to Tunnel Creek.  The big hill I ran down a little ways ago.  I remember this hill being quite steep.  I trek my way up.  Hiking up and up and up.  I hike up sideways and backwards a few times just to change position and ease some pressure on some of my leg muscles.  As I trudge my way up the hill, there are others doing the same.  We give each other friendly, sympathic looks and nods as we drag ourselves up this hill. 

I start to see some spectators on the sides looking down the hill, looking for their friends and family to cheer on.  This is nice as it means, I am getting closer to the aid station.  I trudge along some more.  I see more people.  As I pass a crowd, someone sees my Java Jogger shirt and yells out "Java Jogger!  hi!"  I don't know who it is who yelled at me but I wave in that direction I hear it. 

Then, I see my friend Marc standing there cheering folks on.  He comes out to give me some encouragement.  I give him a hug.  Nothing peps me up quite like seeing a friendly face out there! 

Tunnel Creek Back to Hobbart

I get back to the Tunnel Creek aid station and have my hydration pack refilled with water.  I spot my friend Susan again.  She says to me "well, I guess you're heading back now."  Susan is running the 50 mile race so she'll be going in a different direction now.  I wish her luck as she heads out for a much much longer race than me. 

I then start my run back to Hobbart.  It seems to be a lot slower going back than it was earlier that morning.  I continue taking gels on the hour every hour.  I run when I can and hike on the uphills.  I see a couple girls ahead of me.  I get closer to them but do not really catch up to them as once I get closer, we start hitting an incline and we all slow down. 

I think about Craig and how supportive he's been with all my crazy adventures lately.  I feel pretty lucky to have him in my life.  I can hear him in my head encouraging me on.  I know he is proud of me no matter how fast or slow I am.  And, this gives me a little extra motivation to keep going forward, to get to that finish line where he'll be waiting for me. 

After a while, I make my way back to Hobbart.  Feeling rather tired now. 

Hobbart to Snow Valley

At Hobbart, a volunteer offers me an Ensure smoothie.  I take a cup and drink it.  It is cold and refreshing.  It tastes delicious and nice to have something different than the usual stuff I had been eating.  I take a couple gels for the next stretch and head on out. 

The Ensure shake seems to kick in and give me a little extra energy for the next section.  I feel a little boost and start running along pretty well. 

After a bit, I see the guy dressed up as a devil, same guy I saw earlier in the morning.  He directs me to take this left turn to head to Snow Valley. 

Then, it is off and on of hiking uphill and running a bit when it wasn't going up hill.  I do not see hardly anyone around me during this time.  I just trudge my way up towards Snow Valley through a forest area. 

My right foot toes are starting to bother me.  I feel a blister forming.  The wet sock is getting a little uncomfortable.  But, I keep going along.  My hands still look a little swollen but not as big as earlier. 

After coming out of the forest area, we come into a meadow looking area.  I feel like this isn't too far from Snow Valley.  But, it keeps going and going and going.  Up and up and up.  I had been in this section before in training and I keep going looking for something familiar so I can have an idea of how much farther to go. 

I get up one hill and my foot is really bothereing me that I stop.  I sit on a rock and try to take off my shoe.  As I am doing so, my right calf is throbbing, nearly ready to cramp up.  I can see the muscles pulsating.  I stretch it a little and take some s-caps.  I pry the shoe off and take off the wet sock.  I put on a clean, dry sock.  I get my shoe back on and get ready to run on. 

The dry sock has made a huge difference.  My foot feels much better.  I don't feel the blister forming anymore.  Thank goodness!

I am a little worried about potentital cramping as my calves were on the brink of cramping when I was sitting on the rock.  I make note of the time and make sure I am even more diligent about taking the s-caps now and more frequently now. 

I keep going and look at the elevation of my garmin.  I know around 9000 feet is where the peak is so I look at the elevation instead of the mileage.  I keep going and going.  But, it is getting warm out.  i am grateful for my arm coolers and visor. 

After awhile, I finally see the aid station.  In the distance. . . .

Snow Valley to Spooner Trail Head

I get to Snow Valley and it's just past mile 26.  I am into the ultra part of this ultra marathon now.  Boy am I tired.  And, I know it is still a long ways back.  But, it should mostly be downhill from here (so they say). 

I find a bucket of water with sponges to sponge myself down a bit and put more water on the arm coolers (this helps keep my arms cool).  I squeeze some cold water on my head and neck. 

There are boy scounts manning this aid station.  They offer me some food and I eat something (can't remember what they gave me).  All are enthusiastic and giving all the runner encouragement. 

I then drag myself out of the aid station and continue my way back to Spooner.  This section is a mostly gentle decline but there are some tricky sandy parts with the edge of the mountain to your right side.  I have one foot slip a little at one point.  I don't come near to to falling off the edge but I certainly think about it.  I look down the side of the mountain and am grateful I am not afraid of heights. 

I continue going and going and going.  I know that the course is long.  Some say it is around 34 miles but I am hoping it is closer to 33 miles instead. 

At some point, I attempt to take a gel.  I have to force it down as I am sick of gels by now.  It is so thick.  I wash it down with a lot of water.  Ugh.  These gels.  You need them but oh, how I do not want to take them anymore. 

I run along.  My garmin alerts me at mile 30.  I keep going and going. 

At mile 31, I am running along pretty well thinking I wish the course ended right now, at the actual 50k distance as I am feeling pretty good.

At mile 32, my legs are getting really tired and heavy.  Oh, how much farther!  I am starting to get into my longest run ever, both in distance and time on my feet.  I am so ready to be done.  I keep going. 

I see some volunteers at the Spooner Trail Head aid station. They come out and offer me water.  I decline and ask how much farther to the finish.  My tone may have been snappy at this time.  They tell me just a mile and half further.  A mile and a half more!  Good grief! 

Spooner Trail Head to the Finish

I run pass the last aid station and hope to near the finish. 

Mile 33, my legs are really tired now.  I go through a rather lush forest area.  Very green.  And, I had enough of running that I start walking a bit.  Another girl I have been seeing off and on during the race is near me.  We chat a little bit as we trudge along. 

My phone finally has cell reception and the messages from Craig start coming through.  I send him a message that I am a mile way.  I see Spooner Lake to my right. 

I start to see where the finish area is across the lake but I have to run around to it still.  Oh, I am exhausated.  It seems so far.  I walk and shuffle run here and there. 

As I get closer to the end, someone tells me I am close so I start running (slowly).  "You're almost there" someone says.  I run along looking for the finish line. 

Then, it appears and I run by a crowd of people, hear some people yell my name but I do not see who it is as I just want to finish this thing.  I cross the finish line and relieved to be done! 


Thoughts After

The Tahoe Rim Trail was the toughest event I have done so far.  The elevation made it challenging.  The views were spectacular.  I felt that every time I was feeling weary of the challenging course, I would turn and get some breathtaking view.  The views are exactly that -- breathtaking.  I am glad I decided to just enjoy the sights and not worry too much about the time.   Though, the extra distance to the course made it extra tough.  Those few extra miles to the course were really rough. 

Overall, I felt I did better fueling and mentally did not feel as fried as I did after this 50k than I did after Way Too Cool.  And, I didn't cramp up as badly as I had at Way Too Cool so I guess I must be doing something better. 

But, I did find through this and the Death Ride that my passion is more tilted towards running than for cycling.  The Death Ride did not have too much of an impact on me doing this event other than it did lessen the amount of training I would have preferred to have done for this event.  But, I am glad to have done both. 

Also, I would add the that support at the event was great!  Wonderful selection of items at the aid stations and great volunteers!  That really helps in a tough event! 

Official Finish Time: 8:12:57






Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my usual running groups Java Joggers and Folsom Trail Runners. Always fun people to run with and everyone always provides great support and encouragement! 

Thank you Eric S., Melissa S., Suzi, Karen, Kate, Claudine, James, Tim, and Stephen for some fun training runs together!  I couldn't have done this without some good running folks taking me up on the Tahoe Rim to show me some of the trails prior to the race!

Thank you to the organizers and volunteers of the TRT event!  Great support all around! 

And, of course, thank you to Craig for supporting and cheering me on throughout the race and traveling all the way out to Tahoe to watch me finish!  :D
 


 

The Death Ride (July 14, 2012)

The Death Ride:  Tour of the California Alps
December 14, 2012

Preface


Some time last fall, some cyclist friends put the peer pressure on me to sign up for the Death Ride this year.  Of course, it does not take that much persuading to get me to agree to some crazy endeavor.  Javier also had me hooked when he said they had cold soda at every rest stop.  ;-)

Prior to registration opening, quite a number of my cycling friends had said they were going to do the ride this year.  This made me more excited to be able to do the ride with friends.  Having such a great bonding experience training and finishing a marathon with my running friends, I looked forward to the bonding experience of training and finishing the Death Ride with my cycling friends.  I hoped for a similar experience.

On December 14, 2011, when registration open, my friends and I sent numerous messages of excitement to each other as we counted down the minutes to registration opening.  Then, there was quite the buzz of excitement as we all got in.  Javier, who has done the ride three times prior, had already had a cabin arranged for a group of us to stay at the days prior to the ride.  (Craig registered in the second wave in March and later, I persuaded Javier to let him stay at the cabin too).

Javier set up numerous training rides.  I managed to go to a few but my crazy training schedule made it difficult.  For me, a few double centuries were happening the months leading up to the Death Ride.  Those doubles satisfied most of my Death Ride training.  For one, I developed the endurance to spend all day long in the saddle.  Also, I find in many doubles, they like to give you the big climbs later in the ride so I got used to climbing on tired legs.  Climbing has definitely become one of my strong suits in cycling.  I am not so fast on the flats but I think I can climb pretty decently.  With each double I did, I got even more excited for the Death Ride.

A couple days prior to the ride, Craig and I headed out to Markleeville to join the rest of the group at the cabin.  12 of us would be staying at the cabin over the next few days.  The days prior to the ride were nice with a rather fun, and somewhat wacky group of people.  It was fun and mostly relaxing hanging out together.

Death Ride Day


On Saturday, at 3:00 a.m., an alarm goes off.  Sharel sits up in her bed and announces, it's time!  She is all peppy now.  The rest of the cabin starts to get up and get ready.  We get on our gear.  Some of the group goes straight for the coffee.  Kallie had made us yummy waffles the evening before and has them sitting out for us.  I eat a few and drink a can of Coke.



All of us got our bikes ready yesterday evening.  They sit all lined up in the garage, just about ready to roll out.   Javier and Craig pump up the tires on a few bikes and we get together the last of our things.  It is a little nippy outside but know it will get warm.  I opt to not wear the jacket but to take my full-fingered gloves.

It is pitch black outside.  We get our bikes onto teh road and turn our lights.  Kallie, Sarah and Mica hang out watching us.  Sarah and Mica plan to leave a little later in the morning (since they are faster).  


At 4 a.m., we are all lined up ready to start our Death Ride adventure.  Everyone seems excited.  We sit for a moment.  Finally, Todd says "someone start already!"  Then, Craig rolls out.  I follow shortly after.  

We all roll down the hill from the cabin into Markleeville and turn right onto the ride course.  We follow the road towards Monitor Pass.  A number of other cyclists are out starting out early too.  I follow behind Craig, Alex, and Jacob for a bit.

We roll down pass the Carson River.  Javier had warned us that it gets cold when you get down by the river.  As we pass the river, I feel the cooler air and am glad I have my full fingered gloves on.  As we continue on, Craig, Alex, and Jacob slowly drift ahead of me into the darkness.

Pass 1 - The Front Side of Monitor


I reach the base of Monitor and see Craig, Alex, and Jacob standing there waiting.  As we wait, we see Todd ride by without stopping.  He says "I'll see you on the other side!"  Javier then joins up with us.   Not seeing some of the others after a bit, some of us start off up Monitor.  Craig says he'll wait on Jim.  Craig has me a little worried today as he's been trying to recover from an injury for the past few weeks.  I worry that he may over exert himself and injure himself more.  I wish him good luck today and remind him to not go too hard.  He says he won't.  I then go on ahead with Jacob to start the climb.


In not too long, Alex and Craig pass me.  I ride behind Jacob for a bit.  Jacob is riding a borrowed a fancy, expensive, fast bike and slowly gets farther and farther ahead of me until he disappears into the darkness.  It is pitch black outside and I cannot really see too much ahead of me.  I do not think about how much of this hill I have to climb.  I just pedal away.  Dale spots me the dark and says hi to me.  I hear his voice but do not really see him.

I continue pedaling away up the hill.  Pedal, Pedal, Pedal.  Javier had said that to us when we were out driving the course a couple days ago.  In my head, I hear his voice saying Pedal, Pedal, Pedal.  Shortly after this thought, Javier comes riding pass me saying "Pedal, pedal, pedal."  This gives me a little chuckle and I continue to pedal away.

I start to breath a little heavily.  Not too much but then, I realize what I had forgotten.  Something is always forgotten.  I had left the inhaler back at the cabin.  I got an inhaler about a month ago after having a few breathing problems at some events.  I think I may have exercise induced asthma.  Craig had insisted I get one before Death Ride so I did.  I had some slight concerns about whether my lungs would be okay during this ride.  So far so good though.  I have survived through tough climbs while struggling to breath.  I tell myself that I just need to be extra careful about pacing myself.  For the time being, I feel okay and the elevation does not seem to be bothering me.

The sky starts to lighten a little bit as we get higher and higher up the hill.  I see a number of cyclists pulling over to the side to de-jacket or change gloves or take pictures.  One cyclist I see riding far to the right and into the shrubs and topple over.  I keep going along.

At some point, we pass an aid station, which does not look open.  I continue riding along.  I don't like to stop mid hill.  But, there is enough light now that I turn my Garmin screen to show the elevation I am at.  I see I am nearing 8000 feet.  This means I am almost to the top.  I cannot remember how long the climb is, mile wise, but I remember the summit being around 8300 feet.  I just tell myself a few more hundred feet to the top.  I look down the side of the mountain and can see a line of lights weaving their way up the hill.  This is neat to see.

Finally, I come to the rest stop at the top of Monitor.  I roll in and get my first pass sticker put on the bib on my back. First one down!  woot!

At the rest stop, I see Jacob.  As I approach him, he tells me Alex, Craig, and Jim went down to the bottom and Javier is in the bathroom.  I quickly use the bathroom and refill my water and hurry back out hoping to see the guys at the next stop.

I roll out of the rest stop and there's a small incline.  I shift and my chain falls off my bike.  I get my chain back on and glad this didn't happen in the middle of a big climb.  I then ride along for a bit and then start the long descent to the bottom of the backside of Monitor.

I am grateful that we did the extra early start as it is not so crowded on the mountain pass.  It would be scary to try to descend this fast while trying to watch out for people. In this early hour, I am able to just fly down, getting over 40 mph at some points.  I only see about three cyclists as I descend down.  Whee!!!



As I near the bottom, I see Todd pass me in the other direction, as he is climbing up the backside of Monitor now.  I then hit the bottom and see Craig, Alex, and Jim just about to roll out.  I yell at Craig but he doesn't hear me.  I see the three of them start going back up Monitor.

Pass 1 - The Back Side of Monitor




Here, they give you the sticker before you do the second climb.  I hurry up and get my sticker put on and then make a quick u-turn and charge up the hill trying to catch up to Craig since he is still in sight.

I catch up to Craig, Alex, and Jim but have to really catch my breath.  I talk to Craig for a bit as we ride up the hill.  The four of us mostly stay together for about a mile or less.  Then, Jim says he has a flat.  He stops to change it and the other guys stop momentarily too.  I continue on ahead knowing they will catch up to me.  Moments later, Craig and Alex pass me up and disappear up the hill.

I pedal away up and up and up the hill.   I spot Sarah descending down the hill.  Oh my goodness!  She is definitely flying since she started an hour after we did and is already descending down Monitor.  I look to see if Mica is shortly behind her as she had said that her plan was to ride with Mica all day, have Mica pace her.  Of course, Sarah can never really hang back.  And, I see that she has already left Mica in the dust.

As I climb away, I see a few folks that are descending on the other side singing as they head down the hill.  One guy is bellowing some song loudly for all of us on the mountain pass to hear.  Another guy sings quietly to himself.  Odd.  But, interesting.

At some point, I ride around a curve and come out of the shade into the sun.  It feels nice.  My descent was a wee bit cold.  A cyclist near me makes a comment on how nice the sun feels.  We ride together for a bit chit chatting.  He is from Reno.  He has done the Death Ride 5 times.  He does the ride with his family and friends but they are all scattered as they all ride different paces.   He gives me a few tips about finishing the Death Ride.

He makes mention his brother just got his California Triple Crown.  I tell him "me too!"   He says those long distances are not for him.  He then says "You're a California Triple Crown winner, eh?  Then, it is an honor to be riding with you."  That's nice.  In a bit, he rides on ahead and starts another conversation with another cyclist.  Super friendly guy.

I ride along and then I see Mica descending on the other side.  We say hi to each other.  I see Ralph descending too and wave to him.  I do begin to wonder where Sharel is as I have not seen her.  It starts to get a little warm so I take off my gloves.  I am glad I did opt for the full fingered gloves as it was a bit nippy in the dark.

As I head up the hill, I see this water stop.  I see a group of boys yelling excitedly.  I see a couple boys taking bottles from the cyclists, sprinting up the hill then refilling the bottle and handing it back to the cyclist as it passes back by.  This is neat and I am very amused by the excitement of the boys.

My bottle isn't too empty so I drink some more water as I want to see them refill the bottle.  I get up to the boys all cheering and hand one boy a bottle.  I watch him sprint ahead of me as I continue to climb up.  The other boys are yelling "go, go, go!!"  Another boy with another cyclists bottle runs pass me as well.  Another boy pumps the water and they screw the cap back on and hand me the bottle as I pass by.  Everyone here is cheering excitedly.  Quite a process but fun to see!

After a bit, Jim and Jacob catch up to me.  I chit chat with Jacob for a bit.  I ask him how he likes this bike he's borrowing.  He tells me how much he is enjoying it and how it is making him faster than he would normally be.  I can just see how he's just loving his new (temporary) toy.

We finally reach the top of Monitor Pass (again).  Two passes down!  Woot!

Jim and Jacob just descend down the front side without stopping at the top.  I roll up to the water table to refill my bottle and scan around looking for Craig.  I then spot Craig and Alex waving to me.

I roll over to them.  I tell them I do not need to rest and let's just go down.  Alex, who's not the biggest fan of descending, says he'll be hanging back.  Craig and I then roll out and start the descent down the front side of Monitor.

One of the few things, possibly the only thing, on the bike I can do almost as fast as Craig is descend.  On this descent, I stay mostly behind him  except when we are passing others.  The passes are starting to get a little more crowded but we are still towards the front of the main crowds.

We just fly down.  I catch a glimpse of bike computer reading 48-49 mph.  I wonder if I'll break 50 mph.   A group splits Craig and I up for a bit.  But after I get around them, I get right behind Craig's wheel.  Craig glances back and I am pretty sure he knows I am right behind him.  Me being able to descend well is a random thing that seems to make Craig proud.  I am certain he is smiling at me now.

As we reach the bottom of Monitor, we spot Kallie.  Kallie (Javier's wife) is being our awesome support to us Hammerin' Wheels riders today.   She has ridden out here with a little trailer, bringing our bags of stuff of things we may need.  We unload our lights and extra layering.  I take a couple Motrin pills as my knees are starting to bother me.  I grab a few more GUs to stuff in my jersey as I want to be a little more diligent about my fueling from here on out.   In addition to having our drop bags, it is also nice to see Kallie as she gives a little update on who she has seen so far.  And of course, always nice to see a friendly person cheering you on when you're on these kinds of adventures.  :)

Pass 3 - Front Side of Ebbetts




As we leave Kallie, Craig takes off towards Ebbetts.  Alex and I roll out after a bit.  We ride to Ebbetts passing the Carson River.  It is a pretty day out.  Not too hot, so far.  Ebbetts is a long climb so I tell Alex that I may put in my headphones and listen to a podcast for this next climb.  Alex talks about what music he plans to listen to.

At the bottom of Ebbetts, I put in one earphone and start playing some downloads I had from ultrarunningpodcast.  Alex decides to go use the bathroom first so I head out to start the climb.   Alex eventually passes me and rides with me for a short bit before he says he's going to try to catch up to Craig.  I watch him disappear.  I just truck away at the hill listening to my podcast about ultra running (still a runner at heart even when I am disguised as a cyclist).

At some point, Sarah comes flying pass me.  I see she is very focused and really hammering away up the hill.  I yell "Go Sarah!"  as she flies ahead of me.  She continues riding hard and yells back "Who said that?!....Helen?"  She continues charging up the hill in classic Sarah fashion.

I ride along and see the waterfalls that Jacob had pointed out to when we drove out here the other day.  Nice to be a little familiar with the climb.  Despite the slightly steeper grade, Ebbetts is really the prettiest of all the passes.  I enjoy seeing the trees and such all around.  I listen away to my podcast and pedal away.

I pass some silly girls dressed kind of in Hawaiian themed outfits and they cheer cyclists along. They kind of look drunk.  I keep going.  Then, the road curves a bit to the left and I am riding with a little sun in my eyes.  I cannot quite see clearly but I see a cyclist on the side of the road.  He looks like he has on a Hammerin' Wheels jersey.  I see him bent over throwing up on the side.  But, I think I know him.  I get closer and realize it is Todd.  Oh no!  This really worries me.  Todd does not look so good.

As I get closer, I ask him if he's okay and I get ready to unclip and stop.  Todd straightens back up and says "I'm okay. I always throw up."  I ask him if he needs anything.  He says no and that he's fine.  So, I keep going.  Though, Todd has me confused with his comment that he always throws up.  I don't remember him throwing up at other events we have done together.  I hope that him throwing him just clears his system and he can start riding again.

Ebbetts is a bit longer than Monitor and some steeper pitches here and there.  I have to really work to get up some sections but I keep plugging along listening to my podcast.  The podcast definitely helps the time pass by a bit as I pedal away up the hill.

Finally, I reach the top.  It is chaotic at the top with tons of cyclists all over the place.  I get my sticker.  3rd pass who-hoo!  Just too more to go!

This rest stop is so crowded that I think it better I keep going and rest at the rest stop at the bottom instead. As I roll through the rest stop, I quickly scan to see if Craig is here, not wanting to miss him.  Not seeing him, I figure he's at the bottom so I roll on through.

Ebbetts is getting more crowded though.  The road on Ebbetts is much more narrow than Monitor so you really have to watch out for cyclists climbing up as you are descending down, especially when you come around corners.  But, I make it to the bottom safe and sounds.  The backside of Ebbetts is a bit shorter than the front side so it does not take me too long to descend down the back side and reach the next rest stop.

At the rest stop, I see Craig and Alex.  I catch up with Craig on how the ride is going for him.  He seems in good spirits and more importantly, not having any pain.  He tells me some of the people he has seen so far.  As I wander over to the food tables, Bill spots me.  We catch up a little.  Craig and Alex decide to take off.   After snacking a little on potato chips and drinking half a Coke can, I get ready to ride again.

As I am getting to my bike, I see Mica roll into the rest stop.  He tells me who he's seen so far.  He tells me how Sarah left him as soon as they turned into Markleeville.  I ask him if he's seen Todd and he tells me he saw Todd by the lake throwing up.  Oh, poor Todd!

Pass 4 - the Backside of Ebbetts

Jacob and I then start climbing the backside of Ebbetts.  I think I will try to stay with Jacob as long as I can.  In not too long, I see Jacob is really starting to struggle.  I think his fancy, fast loaner bike made him too excited and he might have started off too hard and feeling it now.  I pass up Jacob and continue my way up the hill.  Shortly later, I spot Javier coming down Ebbetts.  Oh good, I think.  He'll probably catch up to Jacob (his son).

I climb up the backside of Ebbetts enjoying the scenery.  I no longer have my podcast playing.  I just pedal away up and up.  A guy passes me by and makes some sort of "good job" comment.  I thank him.  As he passes, I notice he is not wearing a bike helmet on.  His helmet is hanging off one of his shifters.  I think how that's a good place to have your helmet especially as there are numerous cyclists starting to descending on the other side of this narrow road.

I see Todd flying down the other side.  He looks like he's doing okay.  I am glad to see him riding his bike.  Blaine later comes flying down the hill and sees me and hollers loudly "HELEN!!!!"  I look up and realize it is Blaine and yell back at him.  Right after, a woman behind me passes me and says "Good job Helen!"  I guess she figured that's my name since Blaine yelled it so loud.

At some point, Jim comes up behind me.  He rides with me for a bit.  Jim is just like an excited kid.  He's very energetic and just so excited to be out here.  I love that joy he has.   He comments on how neat it is to see other folks out wearing the Hammerin' Wheels jersey.  It is rather nice that we can see other at various places in the ride.  We ride together off and on as we head up the hill (Jim passes me at one point but then stops at another point when I pass him but he catches back up).

I spot Sharel as she descends on the other side.  She is smiling at me as I yell out to her.  I am really happy to see she seems to be enjoying herself.  I knew she was super worried the day before but glad she seems to be doing well.  In a short bit, I see Jeff as he descends the backside of Ebbetts.

Jim and I reach the top of Ebbetts together.  The top is even more chaotic and we slowly roll through, trying to weave through all the crowds of cyclists.  One guy nearly knocks me over as he walks out in front of me without looking.  I think about how I am done with the four passes!  Just one more to go!

We finally get through the crowds and are behind a couple of cyclists that are about to start the descent as well.  The two are chit chatting away and occupying the width of the road.  I ride behind them for a bit waiting for one to move over.  They continue chit chatting away until I finally say can one of you move over!

The lady moves over and I pass and start the descent!  The front side of Ebbetts is a very technical descent.  It has some steep grades so you can pick up speed pretty quickly but there are some technical turns.  Also, there are quite a bit of cyclists climbing Ebbetts that you have to watch out for.  I descend briskly but take my turns cautiously.  Most of the cyclists that are climbing on the opposite side of the road are pretty good about staying on their side of the road allowing me to pass them safely.

At one point, halfway down the hill, my bike begins to wobble.  Then, a little more.  The cyclist behind me asks me if I am okay.  I say I am going to slow down.  He passes me up and says good idea.  I slow myself down to 15 mph and my bike stops wobbling.  I start descending a bit slower.  The annoying couple from the top (the ones chit chatting and not moving over) as well as Jim pass me.

I come around some sharp turns that had signs saying "slow, slower, slowest."  Then, things are not quite as technical and I pick back up my speed.  I catch back up to Jim and ride behind for a bit.  He is behind the annoying couple.  They start to slow down.  The girl is riding kind of to the rear left of the guy so making passing tough.  I want to pass but not sure about passing all three of them.  So, I just hang back behind Jim.

At one point, Jim finally seizes the moment and passes the annoying couple.  I stay right behind Jim's wheel so very proud of him as to the way he attacked pass the annoying couple.  We then start flying down Ebbetts.   A few other guys come passing by and I chase a few of them, just having fun on this descent.

As I get down the pass, I spot Diane (Jim's wife) on the side of the road with her camera looking for Jim.  I must be near lunch as Jim told me Diane would be about a mile from the lunch stop.  And sure enough, a mile later, I roll into the lunch stop.

At the lunch stop, I plug my garmin into the charger and then go looking for some of the others.  I see Craig, Alex, and Mica.  I grab some food and join them.  Lunch is okay.  The food isn't that appetizing to me.  I eat some of a cheese sandwich and a bunch of watermelon.    We hang out for a bit.  I see Javier, Jacob, and Todd come in.  When I talk to Todd, he says he's doing much better (he looks much better too).  I am relieved he's doing better.

From Ebbetts to Carson Pass


From Ebbetts, you have to ride to Carson Pass.  Just getting there can be tiring for some.  It's a bit of a ride to get over there and you have to pass through Markleeville and the start of the ride.  Some people opt out after four passes.

As I get ready to roll out, I think Craig and Alex are going to just roll ahead but Craig tells me that he plans for all of us to stick together at least until we get to Carson.  That's nice.  Then, Craig, Alex, Mica, and I start riding back towards Markleeville.

Alex and Craig head up a nice paceline.  I hear a few cyclist behind Mica ask to tack on.  He says go ahead.  We go along at a nice brisk pace out of Ebbetts, pass Monitor and back towards town.  At one point, we hit a small(ish) hill and my pace drops a bit.  It is hard for me to keep up with the guys when we start hitting hills.  So, I fall back.  I just continue along as the rest of the pace line passes me.

As I crest the hill, I feel myself huffing and puffing heavily.  I am starting to hyperventilate a bit.  Now, the breathing issues I was worried about are starting.  I worry a bit about Carson Pass, as it will be 17 miles.  Also, the day is warming up and hills, heat, and me are not a good combo.  I ponder about going to get my inhaler since it is back at the cabin.  I think about telling Craig that I am starting to have breathing problems but he's gotten a bit ahead of me and seems to be enjoying himself so I decide not too.

As I start rolling down the hill, I see Craig and Mica slow down a bit and it looks like they are telling Alex to do the same.  Aw, the guys are waiting for me.   I catch back up to them and they pick back up the pace and shortly later we roll into Markleeville.

As we roll in, we spot Kallie and Ralph standing on the side of the road cheering us on.  Though none of us need anything, we decide to stop to say hi.  Ralph had opted out of the ride after the second pass feeling today was not his day.  The other guys chit chat with Kallie for a bit.  Kallie is telling them who she's seen go by and such.  I then decide to talk to Ralph about how I forgot my inhaler and how I just started to have breathing problems.  He says he can hear it in my voice.

Craig, Alex, and Mica get ready to roll out again.  I tell them to go on ahead as I am working out how to get my inhaler.  Telling Kallie and Ralph about my inhaler, they decide to have Ralph go get it and use Kallie's car to drive it to me later down the road.  Ralph says go on ahead, I'll find you.  I then start riding out to Carson Pass with a bit of relief that I will be getting my inhaler.

I roll out of Markleeville enjoying seeing all the people out along the road cheering cyclists on.  I then pass Turtle Rock (where the ride start is) and see some more people cheering cyclists on.  I also see quite a number of cyclists that are packing back up their bikes.  These must be the folks that opt out after four passes.  At one point, I ride pass a spectator lady.  She seems rather excited to see that I am a girl and gives me some extra cheering saying "right on!  nice to see a woman out!  great job!!"

There are a few roller hills from here to the bottom of Carson pass.  I get over them mostly okay but can feel my lungs tightening up at moments.  I try to take it easy.  My chest hurts a little and I can feel my eyes watering a bit.  I am starting to worry a bit.  Every vehicle that passes, I look to see if it is Ralph.  I have moments where I have to gasp for air and I try to do what I can to calm my breathing down.  I know Ralph will find me in not too long.

As I get closer to the next rest stop, Ralph finally comes pass me.  What great timing as there is a parking lot shortly ahead of me that he is able to pull into.  I am so happy to see Ralph.  I roll up to the driver's window and before he hands me my inhaler, he says "now tell your grandpa that you're going to be okay."  (we have an ongoing joke about how Ralph is my grandpa, just like Javier is my father and Sarah is my sister).  I tell him I will be fine, especially now I have my inhaler.  I thank him so much for it.  He tells me I am doing great.

I take a couple hits from my inhaler.  My lungs open back up and I feel such relief.  I am ready for the fifth and final pass of the day!

Pass 5 - Carson Pass


I roll into the Woodford's rest stop just wanting to refill my water and start climbing.  A guy is standing on a later with a hose spraying cyclists.  I roll myself under him and get sprayed.  Feels nice as the day is starting to warm up.  I then roll myself to the water table to refill my water bottle.  A volunteer insists on parking my bike for me so takes my bike away as I go refill my bottle.

After getting my bottles filled and locating my bike, I start riding out to Carson Pass.  Someone said it is a 17ish mile climb.  Though the grade is not too steep on this one.  It is just a lot longer.  Since it is going to be a long grind, I pop in my earphone and play my ultrarunningpodcast.

I pedal, pedal, pedal away for a number of miles.  At one point, I catch a glimpse of Sarah coming flying down Carson Pass, nearly done with her ride (she's a fast one!).  I continue along just listening to my podcast and pedaling away.  There is nothing really too exciting to see during this climb.  It is just a long grind.

The day prior, a group of us drove Carson Pass.  As we were driving, Jeff commented how one of the mountain peaks to the left looked like a crooked nipple.  We then made jokes about "boob mountain."  So, as I ride along up Carson Pass now, I start looking to the left for "boob mountain."  Trees are blocking my view.  I continue on and on, still wondering how long will it be before I see "boob mountain."  Good grief, this hill is a lot longer than I remember it being!

Halfway up there is a rest stop, Picketts Junction.  I roll past it just wanting to get to the top of the hill, still wondering how much longer until I see boob mountain.  But, I continue pedaling, pedaling, pedaling.  The hill continues to go on and on and on.  Though, it does level out for a little bit but things seem to be slow going.

After a good while, I finally spot the two mountain tops that Jeff and the others had joked about the day prior. Yes, I finally see boob mountain.  I am making progress up this hill!  Pedal, pedal, pedal.  I see Joe flying down the hill and attempt to say hi to him but a passing truck blocks his view of me.  A little later, I see Bill heading down the hill.

A little later, I see the sign for Red Lake.  I know I must be getting closing having seen the rather green looking "Red" lake the other day.  I am mentally picturing the top of the pass and know I have to be getting close.  Pedal, pedal, pedal.  My pace starts to slow down some more but I continue to pedal away.

Finally, some spectators on the side yell out "good job!  just two more miles to the top!"  Oh good, just two more miles.  I look up and see the road wind to the left.  Man, that's one long looking two miles.  But, I eventually pedal my way up and up and up.



As I come around the final switchback, getting oh so close to the next rest stop, my breathing starts to get heavy.  I start gasping a little bit for breath.  My eyes are starting to water too as my chest is tightening.  I make my way into the next rest stop.  A lady puts the fifth and final sticker on my bib and hands me a Death Ride pin.

I hear all sorts of people saying congratulations but I just want to get off my bike right now.  I ride over to a corner of the parking lot.  Craig comes over to greet me but I am having a hard time breathing.  He takes my bike from me as I grab my inhaler and take a couple huffs.  I then take a seat under a tent until my breathing returns to normal.


I rest for a bit enjoying some soda and ice cream sandwiches.  Craig seems rather tired and tells me that last climb was mentally grueling.  Alex grumbles a bit about Carson Pass.  Mica hangs out for a little and then takes off.  Shortly later, I see Gil and Javier have made it to the top too.   I think we all have mixed feelings of happiness to be done with all five passes as well as exhaustion and un-eagerness that we still have to ride all the way back to the cabin.  


Returning to the Cabin


After a bit, Craig, Alex, Gil, and I head out of the rest stop.  We start the descent and somehow Alex gets in front of an SUV.  Craig and I are stuck behind the SUV.  Alex, the SUV, Craig, and I ride like this for a bit. Craig and I both want to be going a bit faster.  Alex is going at his moderate descending pace and the SUV is stuck behind Alex.  


At some point, Craig gets frustrated and tries to yell out to Alex to move over.  The SUV eventually slides over to the right and lets Craig and I pass.  We then bomb down the hill.   Alex would catch up to the two of us here and there.  But, we would then pass him again.  The three of us kind of shuffled ourselves about as we headed down Carson.  


After reaching the bottom, we turn towards Markleeville.  There are a number of roller hills to get back.  Alex zips ahead and disappears in the distance.  Craig and I continue to ride together.  


We pass Turtle Rock, where the official ride start/finish are.  We see less vehicles than earlier but still a number on the side of the road with people hanging out, somewhat tailgating or camping.  


As we get over the last roller hill, Craig ends on the tail of some vehicle and starts drafting behind it all the way down the hill.  I think the vehicle was not so keen on that as it started to accelerate a bit but Craig keeps up with it for a bit.
In Markleeville, Craig waits for me.  We then make our way back to the cabin, not looking forward to having to climb a few more little hills back.  The climbing back to the cabin is not as bad as anticipated and in not too long, we see the cabin.  We roll in.  And, we are good with being done (Craig maybe moreso than me).  


So, that's the Death Ride.  I got my five sticker for finishing all five passes.  And, I didn't die.  So, a pretty good ride.  ;-)



Epilogue

I had a really enjoyable time out at the Death Ride.   I think I had more fun at the Death Ride than at my doubles.  I enjoyed most of the climbing.  Carson got a little tiring towards the end of the day but Monitor and Ebbetts had some amazing views.  It was fun seeing various friends out along the ride.  The support was excellent.  Great volunteers out!   And, it was fun having spent a few extra days hanging out with good friends at the cabin.  This is definitely something I would consider doing again.  Not sure about next year as I have other crazy plans in mind.  ;-)


Acknowledgments


First and foremost, I would like to thank Javier for encouraging me to do the Death Ride.  Thank you for sharing your prior experiences and answering whatever questions I had about the event, the training, etc..  Thank you for ALL the training rides you set up for myself and the others.  I did not feel nervous about completing the ride and I think it is because you really helped me train well for it.  I thank you for arranging such a comfortable and convenient place for all of us to stay at before and after the ride.  The cabin was fantastic.  Also, thanks for squeezing Craig into the cabin after you said it was full.  As always, I will continue to thank you for all your support and encouragement and for how much you have helped me become a better cyclist in the past year or so.  Thank you!

Thank you to Kallie!  You were fan-freaking-tastic to myself and the others at the cabin.  Thank you for preparing such wonderful meals for us.  Thank you for taking care of us.  Thank you for riding out with our drop bags to monitor and for cheering us on throughout the ride.  I also thank you for all your support and encouragement in all my crazy adventures!

Thank you Ralph Keith for peer pressuring me into this crazy endeavor last October.  It is been fun getting to know you more during the process too.  And, I cannot thank you enough for being my life saver in bringing me my inhaler to me while I was riding out to Carson.

Thanks to the rest of the cabin folks -- Sarah, Sharel, Alex, Todd, Jacob, Jeff, and Mica.  It was fun training with some of you all and fun getting to hang out with some of you for a few days in Markleeville.  Made for a really fun experience getting to do it with friends.

Thank you to the rest of my Hammerin' Wheels friends that I trained with and/or rode with.  It was fun getting to train with you and seeing so many of you out there on the ride!

Lastly, I thank you Craig for becoming such a wonderful and significant person in my life during my journey to the Death Ride.  This ride has a funny connection with you.  At a training ride at Mount Diablo, you caught my attention.  I am grateful you were able to get into the Death Ride in the second wave.  I thank you for all the fun times we had training for the Death Ride.  I thank you for helping me out with my bike for various things including but not limited to replacing my brake pads, cleaning my bike, etc...  I thank you in general for the many ways you take care of me and look out of me, such as make me go get an inhaler.  :P I thank you for waiting for me throughout the ride and that we got to ride some parts of the ride together.  I am really happy we got to share the experience together and look forward to many more fun adventures with you.  :)

Third Time's A Charm: Grand Tour Highland Double (June 23, 2012)

Third Time's A Charm
The Grand Tour Highland Double (June 23, 2012)


Preface
One of my crazy goals this year was to earn the California Triple Crown, to ride three double centuries (200 miles in one day on the bike) in a year.  In March, I completed the Solvang Double Century.  In May, I completed the Davis Double Century.  For my third double, I decided to sign up for the Grand Tour down in Malibu, California.  The Grand Tour has various ride options from a double metric (125 miles), a lowland double, a highland double, a triple (300 miles), and a quadruple (400 miles in day -- that's seriously crazy stuff!).  Preferring a hillier route, I opted for the Highland Double.

I talked Craig into going along with me and doing the double metric ride (he likes to cycle but has no desire for the long endurance stuff as I do).  We traveled with my friend Tawny (who was going to do the Highland Double) and our friend Todd (who was going to do the triple).

The Grand Tour


Pre-Ride

pre-ride dinner with Todd, Craig, Tracy, Tim and Tawny

Tweet: "got the van loaded with our bikes and bags...tawny, todd, craig and i are on our way to malibu!"


Tweet: "in Malibu!  checking in for our rides for tomorrow!"  


Tweet: "my number is #172...Craig got #187...awesome number! :D"




The night before, it takes me a bit to fall asleep.  I feel nervous.  I think I was just far too exhausted from riding in the NorCal Aids Cycle (NCAC) to feel any nervousness before the Davis Double.  I slept just fine the night before the Davis Double.  But here, it takes me awhile to fall asleep.  I also get a little extra anxious when I do events away from home.  I eventually fall asleep.  


In the wee hours of the morning, I wake up a couple times.  At 2:50 a.m., I give up trying to sleep anymore and get up to get my gear on.  Craig hears me and awakes.  He grumbles a bit about how early it is -- "This is not normal!"  But, he eventually gets up and helps me get ready.  He is just going to drive me, Todd, and Tawny to the ride start.  His ride does not start until later in the morning so he does not need get ready quite yet.  

Tweet: "up at 3 am...getting ready to roll..Craig is a wee bit cranky for having to get up so early but I feel lucky to have such a great boyfriend"

Craig drops us off at the ride start, Webster Elementary School, around 4 a.m..  He wishes me good luck and that he'll see me at the finish.  While I can tell he's sleepy having to be dragged up at 3 a.m., I am really glad he's here with me before I start.

Todd, Tawny, and I go check in, getting our wristbands scanned.  We each do our little things to get ready to start. Todd befriends some guy that is about to ride the quadruple.  He introduces me to him.  They plan to roll out together.  So, I decide to wait and roll out with them.

The Ride


The quadruple guy, Todd, and I roll out from the school.  About 1/2 mile out, Todd pulls over and stops.  He says his bike computer is not working.  The quadruple guy rides off.  I stop with Todd.  We play around with his wheel and the computer sensor trying to get it to read.  It does not seem to work.  Todd is concerned.

After a bit of playing around with it, another guy rolls up and asks what's wrong.  We tell him the bike computer isn't reading and he said he had the same problem but it started to work after a bit.  So, Todd decides to just start riding and hope the computer starts working again.  Tawny then rolls up near us and asks what's wrong.  We mention the bike computer problem Todd is having.  She says she thinks the light may affect the computer.  Todd turns off his head light and his bike computer starts to work.  He then opts to ride without his light on.  There is street lights and enough lights from other cyclists which should make it okay for him.  The sun should be up in an hour too.

We ride along for a bit.  Todd gets behind some guy for a bit.  I ride behind Todd.  The pace starts to slow so I ride around the guy, hoping Todd stays behind me.  I turn on my light to the brighter setting to see better and hope it helps Todd see too.  Todd stays mostly behind me as we ride along the Pacific Coast Highway.  

In my past two doubles, I had issues with my tail light (fortunately, my front light works wonderfully). For both, my own tail light had fallen off.  I had borrowed a tail light that ended up not working and another one that was just a teeny tiny red light.  So, I had to buy another one for this double.  I bought a nice one that wraps around the stem and is super bright.  And as I am riding along, my tail light is not falling off this time and it is flashing away brightly.  But unfortunately, the brightness is kind of blinding Todd.  He makes mention that he has to ride a little to the side of me because of my tail light.  


In not too long, the sky starts to lighten up as the sun begins to rise.  Todd and I join up with a small pack of three riders.  The group of us rolls along at a decent pace.  We come around a bend and I can see the ocean to the left of me.  It is a little breezy but not too windy. 


After a bit, we pass a Naval Base and see some neat looking planes.  The group gets a little larger and since we have daylight now, Todd is no longer riding behind me.  We kind of reshuffle ourselves after every turn or stop.  But, I end up following Todd for a bit.  We pass by a number of fields.  Must be strawberries as I smell strawberries in the air.  

We then arrive at the first rest stop in Port Hueneme

Tweet: "at grand tour, rest stop #1.  mile 34.  nice along the coast.  rode with todd but we'll be splitting soon"

As I dismount my bike and take off my bike lights, a cyclist approaches me and asks me if I was at Solvang. I said yes.  He says he thinks he rode with me.  There was a group that was riding really fast and were the first to arrive to the first rest stop.  He thinks we were both in that group.  I remember being in that group.  I look at his bike to see if I recognize it but I cannot quite remember it.  I am wearing my pink rabbit kit, which I had also wore in Solvang, so I think I am easy to remember seeing.  We chit chat a little bit.

Shortly after the Solvang guy talks to me, another cyclist comes up to me.  He asks me if I was at the Davis Double.  I say yes.  He says he remembers seeing me and I have a particular style when I ride that looks familiar today.  Okay, interesting.  He tells me how he remembers seeing me come around to the front of the pace line and then bridge the gap to the group ahead.  He said when I was bridging that gap, he was right behind me.  That is nice to be remembered for riding well (as there were parts of the Davis Double where I was not riding so well).

This is kind of nice that some people are able to recognize me in these doubles.  And, such friendly people too.

I go inside the building to bag up my lights.  I do not want to carry them the rest of the day and today, I am determined to finish before sundown.  In the past two doubles, I raced the sun to the finish and the sun beat me both times, just barely.

I eat a couple strawberries and then get ready to ride again.  Todd looks about ready to roll so we start to roll out.  As we are getting ready to roll out, we see a pink recumbent bike.  Craig and I had seen this pink recumbent bike at the motel earlier.  The bike is all pink and has matching pink water bottles.  But now, I see the rider.  She has one hot pink cycling shoes and a hot pink aero helmet (aka sperm helmet).  It is quite the sight.  This makes me think of my friend Kallie, who really likes pink (though I don't think she'd ever get an aero helmet).

Todd and I roll out.  The Solvang guy and another guy start to roll out at the same time as us.  The pink recumbent bike gal zips pass us.  We leap frog her here and there as we roll out of town.  


I ride behind Todd for a few miles or so.  At one point, the Solvang guy yells at me to turn right since he knew I was riding the highland route.  The highland route is splitting apart from the lowland route.  I wish Todd good luck on his triple and I turn right.  The Solvang guy, another guy with red socks, and I start riding towards the hills.

As I ride behind the Solvang guy for a bit, I notice he's riding a steel road bike with regular sneakers, flat pedals and the toe cages.  I do not see very many cyclists ride with the old school toe cages so this is triggering a memory.  I then watch how he's riding and I start remember where I saw this guy before, down in Solvang.  I ask him if he was wearing a white shower cap over his helmet in Solvang, since it was forecasted to rain that day.  He said yes.  I tell him that I do remember him from Solvang.

We get closer to Portero, our first climbs of the day.  My route sheet says "Climb #1 - difficult but short.  0.5 mile" and "Climb #2 - Extremely difficult for 1 mile."  I see the hill ahead. Quite the hill.

I get up the first part okay, passing a few folks along the way.  I ride along and then start the extremely difficult part.  I am climbing okay.  I see the Solvang guy not too far behind me.  There is one switch back that makes the grade a bit steeper but I continue going up and up.



I make it to the top and enjoy a fun descent.  And, in not too long, I arrive at the next rest stop.

Tweet: "rest #2.  51 miles.  did one big steep climb up Potrero.  feeling strong on the climbs!"  

At the rest stop, a kind man parks my bike for me.   The volunteers are super friendly here.  I send a text to Craig telling him I hope his ride is going well.  I hope that he is not too sleepy this morning on his ride.  I eat some GU and refill my water before I get back on the bike again.  

As I am riding along through the countryside, I spot a couple cyclists riding towards me.  One looks like he has a Rio Strada kit on.  As the two get closer, I see that it is Craig!  I was told that the Highland Double route does intersect with the double metric route so I am happy to see Craig now.  I yell out to him and he looks up and seems pleasantly surprised to see me.

Seeing Craig peps me up a bit.  He looked like he was enjoying himself on his ride.  I am happy I got to catch a glimpse of him during the ride.

I continue on and eventually pass through Thousand Oaks.  As I ride through the city, I feel like I hit every red light.  Stop, go, stop, go.  At one stop light, I encounter a fellow who is riding the triple.  He points to a cyclist ahead telling me that guy is doing the quadruple.  Crazy!

I ride along and eventually arrive at the next rest stop at some park.  The guy checking people in asks for my number and whether I am doing the double or the metric.  I tell him the double and it seems those doing the double metric go to this rest stop too.  Craig must have been here earlier before riding towards where I came from.


Tweet: "rest stop #3...mile 78...pretty day out!  though I seem to be hitting every red light...oh, I did see Craig a little bit ago...:)


I walk over to the food tables and all of a sudden, I see Craig roll up to my surprise!  He is just as surprised to see me.  I tell him how my ride is going.  He tells me how he has made a friend on the ride and they have been riding together so far.  He also tells me how he was just telling the guy about me when I rode past him earlier.

I snack on some watermelon while hanging out with Craig for a bit.  Getting to see him mid-ride really makes me happy.  :)

Eventually, I get back on the bike ready to roll out.  I see the Solvang guy and another guy waiting for me.  The three of us ride together out of whatever town we are in and head towards more hills.  In a bit, the two guys drift off ahead of me.

I ride along and as I am reading the route sheet, I see that it mentions that I must make sure I stay on a particular road and the double metric people would be splitting.  So, I might see Craig again as he will undoubtedly catch up to me.

Sure enough, in not too long, he and his new friend ride up behind me.  Craig makes a silly comment about how the view just got really nice.  Craig's new riding friend makes some nice comment to me.  And, off they go.

I continue on my way into the countryside now.  It is pretty and peaceful out here.  I ride along and then start climbing up Grimes Canyon.  Pedal, pedal, pedal.

I then reach the peak of this hill and the descent is amazingly fun.  Long, curvy roads in which I just fly down!         Whee!!

Then, I continue riding along through the countryside, pass some fields.  In a bit, I enter into a tiny little town. I see a few cyclists sitting outside a little store enjoying some cold Cokes.  Good idea.  The next rest stop is not until the lunch stop, which is after an 8-mile climb ahead.

I ride through the town thinking I might want a soda before I start the 8 mile climb.  This town though is kind of sketchy looking.  Looks a little run down.  I pass a guy with baggy clothes walking down the street.  He kind of leers at me and asks me where I am going.  I continue riding past him.  Maybe I won't stop in this town.

I then see a little store on a corner.  Outside the store, I spot a green Felt bike.  That bike had been leap frogging me earlier.  So, I head over to the store knowing that there is a cyclist there already.

I head into the store and buy a nice cold can of Coke.  The other cyclist buys a cold Gatorade.  We stand quietly outside the store drinking our cold drinks.  The green Felt guy then heads off towards the hill.

As I check my phone, I see Javier has texted me and Todd asking for a status update.  Todd has replied that he reached mile 107 lunch stop.  It is nice to know where Todd is and that he seems to be keeping good time.  I let them know that I am about halfway done.

Tweet: "halfway done.  100 miles in.  stopped at store for a cold coke!  :)"

After I finish the Coke, I take a GU and then start heading for the 8 mile climb.  The climb is not too bad.  The grade not so steep.  It is just long and steady.  I feel like this is good Death Ride training as the hills there will not be too steep.  Just like this one.  Long and steady.

My right foot burns slightly but not too badly.  I feel no burning or pain in my left foot.  I think my new cycling shoes are working mostly well.  I may do a few adjustments to my right cleat at the lunch stop.  So far so good.  


Eventually, I make it up to the top and start descending down towards Ojai.  As I am coming down a descent, I get stuck behind a truck.  I brake a little to not run into it.  Then, to my surprise, the truck pulls to the side to let me pass.  How nice!  I go around the truck and continue down the descent with ease!

And, in not too long, I make it to Ojai to the lunch stop.

Tweet: "had to do a long 8 mile climb.  good death ride training.  made it to the lunch stop!  mile 116!"

Lunch is rather nice.  I eat a really good bean burrito and some chips.  I sit at a table with a bunch of other cyclists that I do not know.  I end up befriending a few of them as we chit chat about some other doubles we have done.  We remember the misery of the horrible wind in Solvang.  We talk a little bit about the Davis Double too.  Everyone is friendly out here and I am really enjoying myself.

Tim and Tracy spot me and come over to join me.  We catch up on how our rides are going.  Tim and Tracy are doing the double on a tandem and seem to be enjoying themselves today.

After a bit, I get ready to roll out.  I see this group of cyclists rolling out too so I follow them.  The group turns out to be a Filipino cycling group.  A rather large cycling group too.  We weave our way out of town and then I hitch onto their fast pace line.  This might be a fun group to ride along with.  A guy in a green Death Ride jersey tags along the back with me too.

In not too long, the Filipino cycling group all make a left turn.  They are doing the lowland double apparently.  I have to continue riding straight.  Bummer.  It is just me and the guy in the green Death Ride jersey.  We ride along kind of together towards more hills.


We pass by Lake Casitas and begin some long(ish) steady climbs.  The views are pretty.  But, the climb seems to be a lot longer than described on the route sheet.  But, I keep pedaling away up and up and up, hoping at some point to reach the top.  Quite a number of cars pass me as I climb away.  Many pass a bit too close to me making me rather nervous.

At some point, I start descending but it does not take too long before I start climbing again.  The green Death Ride jersey guy passes at some point.  He comments about how he thinks the hills are longer than described on the route sheet.  I agree.

I continue riding along.  Then, I catch a glimpse of the top of a parachute/parasail.  I can feel that we are nearing the ocean.  I can smell the ocean now.  I am excited to be nearing the coast.  And, in not too long, I come to Carpinteria and can see the lovely blue Pacific Ocean.

Tweet: "after a few long steady climbs, made it to the rest stop at mile 137.  ride is pretty except for cars driving too close!"

At the rest stop, I check my messages.  Craig tells me he has finished his ride, feeling happy with his time.  He cheers me on in my ride.  Todd updated a bit ago that he got to mile 140 and about to have a chat with little Todd about what is to happen (that he's going to be doing the triple).  I update all the guys as to where I am.  Javier and Craig send encouraging replies. Just a metric century to go!

I eat some watermelon.  I spot some Krispy Kreme donuts here and listen to the volunteers talk about them.   I rather eat watermelon.  One volunteer tells me how cute my rabbit jersey is.  I tell him how I am nicknamed the Energizer Bunny so had searched for a pink bunny kit and this was the closest I could find.  He gave me props or something.  All the volunteers are so friendly.  Makes a ride quite enjoyable.

I then get back on the bike.  I roll onto Highway 101 for a bit.  Kind of scary trying to ride along the freeway with the cars passing by so close.  Fortunately, there is a nice tailwind so I just fly.

We don't have to ride Highway 101 too long before we exit and eventually get onto the Pacific Coast Highway, a less crazy highway.  I am enjoying riding along the coast with the beautiful ocean to my right.  There is a nice breeze and a most wonderful tailwind.

I ride behind the green Death Ride jersey guy for a bit.  I think about Javier and the upcoming Death Ride as I ride behind this guy.  At some point, the guy slows down so I come around him to work a little.  I intend to pull for a bit but when I look back, I see he has fallen way back.  I slow down a little hoping he'd catch up but he seems to be struggling so I continue on.

I catch a few other pace lines as we ride along the Coast.



In not too long, we get back to Port Hueneme.  As we ride through town, a little wind kicks up.  Nothing too crazy (apparently, it gets worse later on).  I am feeling a bit tired now so fall back from the pace lines.  I just pedal away, knowing I am near the next rest stop, the last rest stop.

Tweet: "just got to the last rest stop at mile 163...feeling tired now.  going to drink a coke and eat some chicken soup!"  

Tweet: "will say the other riders are so friendly today and the volunteers great!  makes for a fun ride! :)"

The last rest stop is the same as the first rest stop.  I see the bag with my lights I had left this morning are still here.  So, I take them and put them on the bike to haul back to Malibu.  I hope to not need the lights as I am determined to beat the sun this time!

I walk into the rest stop and a lady offers me chicken soup.  I say sure and the soup is fan-freaking-tastic.  The salty chicken broth along with the veggies really hit the spot.  Another cyclist at the table next to me enjoys his soup so much, he asks for another bowl.  So, I do the same.

I let Craig know where I am and when I expect to finish.  I tell him I am tired.  He sends me a nice messaging cheering me on and how he'll be there when I finish.  I can hardly wait to see him.  I see Todd had gotten to mile 190 and seems to be doing okay.  Looks like he is still making good time.  
  
A guy comes up to me and says I keep beating him to the rest stops.  Me in my pink rabbit kit.  It amuses me my pink rabbit kit always seems to attract attention when I am doing events.

After resting a bit, I decide it is time to finish this thing off.  My triple crown is near now.

I roll out of the rest stop and continue out of town and back onto the Pacific Coast Highway.  I have mostly a tailwind so that is nice.  However, I hit some rollers and my climbing legs are quite weary of climbing.  My pace drops quite dramatically with each little climb.  But, I reach the top and fly down the downhills and the flats.

At one point, this guy rides up next to me.  He asks me if I am riding the double century or the double metric.  I tell him the double century.  It's about 6pm now so I think the double metric people should be finished by now.  He tells me is doing the double metric.  He comments that he started a little late.

I then notice that he has bandages wrapping both his elbows.  I ask him if he had crashed and he said yes, earlier on a descent.  He comments that his jersey zipper broke so he duct taped himself.  I see a strip of duct tape wrapping around his torso.   Wow.  He says he is mostly okay and glad he did not break anything and that the bike is unscathed.

We ride together for a bit but we hit a little hill and he rides off ahead of me.  On the downhill and flats, I catch up to him.  He drafts behind me for a bit.  But, my legs are tired.  As soon as I slow down a little, he comes around and takes off.  I am a little annoyed by this that he did not offer to help pull me after I pulled him for a bit.

Moments later, I catch back up to the guy as he has blown himself up.  I pass him and again, he hitches onto my wheel for a bit.  And when I hit the hill, I slow down, he comes around and attacks me again.  This guy is really annoying me now.

At some point, I decide to stop for a little bit mainly to let annoying guy get ahead and no longer trying to ride my wheel.  I take the moment to send a message to Craig letting him know my ETA.  I then continue riding along, enjoying not having some guy try to attack me every few moments.

With a little more climbing, I ride back into Malibu and pass Pepperdine.  I am near the finish!  The sun is still out so I am happy that I am finally going to finish a double before dark.  I make the last few turns to get back to the Elementary School.  I spot Craig and roll up to him.

I am done. The LA Highland Double, finished.  And, that's three doubles for the year so a California Triple Crown Winner!  Woot!!  :D

Tweet: "grand tour highland double...DONE!!  AND, california triple crown winner here!! booyah!







Final Thoughts and Acknowledgments


The Grand Tour was the most enjoyable of the three double centuries I have completed so far.  I finished with my fastest average pace.  I think my overall time in Solvang was shorter as I took less time in the rest stops but I rode faster at the Grand Tour.  Of course, in Solvang, I had to deal with horrendous headwind for about 30 miles and in Davis, I had already ridden 200 miles the two days prior to the Davis Double.  I feel I had some struggling moments in my first two doubles but this one, things mostly went smoothly.  Got a little tired towards the end but that is to be expected after spending a day in the saddle. ;-)

The weather and scenery were absolutely lovely.  I remember last winter, I had gone on a ride with Triple Crown winners and had inquired with some cyclists about their double experience.  One guy told me doing the California Triple Crown will get you to see some of the most beautiful places in California.  This thought came to mind while I was riding out there.  In all three of my doubles, I rode through various areas of the state.  Today, I passed through lovely countrysides and rode along the beautiful coastline.

This event also had great support.  The volunteers were terrific.  Also, I found most of the other cyclists to be quite friendly today.  Friendly people around definitely makes for a more enjoyable experience.  :)

Acknowledgments


Thank you to the LA Wheelmen for putting on such a terrific event.  Most enjoyable double so far for me.  Great thanks to all the wonderful volunteers out there!  Thank you to all the friendly riders out there that I saw throughout the day.  You made for a pleasant experience!

Thank you to Joan for getting me into the doubles and recommending the Grand Tour to me.  I really enjoyed this double and congrats to you on your triple.

Thank you Tawny & Todd for traveling along with me to Malibu for the Grand Tour.  Big congrats to you Todd in finishing your triple and congrats Tawny in finishing the Highland double too.

Thanks Javier for your encouraging and amusing text messages throughout the day.  It really helps having the support when I am doing these crazy things.  Sorry I had accidentally blocked you from my twitter updates.

Thank you to my fellow WAV and HW friends for all you have done to help me become a better cyclist.  I could not have achieved my California Triple Crown without you all!  Also, thank you to my other crazy athletic friends for your support in all my crazy endeavors!

Lastly, I give a huge thank you to Craig.  Thank you for going on the long trip down to Malibu to be there for me and for having to wake up at 3 a.m. to take me to the ride start.  It really made me happy that I got to see you at the beginning, in the middle, and at the finish of this double.  Thanks also for taking care of the random things my bike needs in order to get through this kind of ride, i.e. putting new brake pads on my bike.  And, I am always grateful for you always taking such good care of me.  I also greatly appreciate that you are always so supportive in my crazy endeavors.