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Revisiting my first mountain bike race and humble pie

Gale Bernhardt — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 00:21:30 GMT

My first mountain bike race, and first stage race, was August 31 of 1997. It is easy for me to remember the exact date because I recall lying on the floor of a hotel room wishing my legs felt better. I was having another slice of humble pie, when the television broadcast was interrupted to let us know that Princess Diana had been in a horrible accident. The race was the King of the Rockies stage race in Winter Park, Colorado.

I remember I wanted to do a multi-day race and when I looked through the available races, the Winter Park event was the one that fit best. I had raced several triathlons that season and had solid tri fitness. I was riding a hard tail mountain bike with cantilever brakes. I had prepared for the race by riding local trails near my house. On home turf, I could average about 13 miles per hour when I was pushing pretty hard. I figured the Tipperary Creek point-to-point stage, stage one, would take me a couple of hours to complete.

I remember starting on a two-track road with a good amount of climbing right at the start of the race. Racing with beginner women, I was picking off rabbits and feeling pretty full of it. It seemed that my threshold training from triathlon was serving me well.

Once at the top of the climb, I remember a long descent through what seemed like a river of loose shale. Looking down the hill was a garage sale load of pumps, bottles, jackets, arm warmers and other miscellaneous items that the riders before me lost. While I was busy death-gripping my handlebars and trying to keep my teeth from chattering out of my mouth, all the people I passed on the climb were flying by me with ease. Dang.

After that descent, I remember a lot of really sweet singletrack. I decided not to worry about where I was in the field (I was pretty sure I was close to last, if not last) and just focus on keeping the rubber side down.

I didn’t have a cyclometer on that bike, but I was watching the ride time on my watch. I was just under two hours and figured I had around 15 or 20 minutes to go before crossing the finish line (averaging that magical 13 mph). I checked my water bottle and it was close to empty. Not to worry, I'm almost finished.

Rounding the corner I saw a woman at what appeared to be an aid station. I was riding fast though there when I shouted, “How much further to the finish?”

“Oh honey, you’re only half way.”

Wooooaaaaaaaah…as I grabbed a lot of brake. Guess I should fill that water bottle or hydration pack, eh? And, I’ll take a slice of that humble pie.

I immediately released any notion of finishing around two hours. Good thing, because I finally finished in 3:30. When I crossed the finish line, my husband was there and the first thing he said was, “Are you alright? Where have you been?”

I knew that translated to, “You told me you’d be here an hour-and-a-half ago and you look wrecked, what happened?”

After I got cleaned up, we went to dinner. I tried to eat, but could barely get anything down. My legs were beginning to seize up. We went back to the hotel room and I tried to do some self-massage to get my legs to recover more quickly, but I really couldn’t touch them they were so sore. I’ll have more humble pie, thanks.

I remember lying in bed thinking that I couldn’t have anything, including a sheet, touch my legs because they hurt so bad.

After not sleeping the entire night, I told Del that I might not be able to race stage two; mostly because I wasn’t sure I could get on the bike. Secondly, I wasn’t sure I could pedal. Seriously, my legs hurt that bad.

I decided to just ride a bit of the race and if I felt bad after 20 or 30 minutes, I’d just turn around and descend when the course was clear. By this time, I’m packing several slices of humble pie with me. They were heavy.

Once I started riding, I felt okay. Not great, but okay. The longer I rode, the better I felt. Wow, that’s weird. I never did feel great, but I felt good enough to finish the stage. I felt better at the end of the stage than I did at the beginning. Interesting…

That race was the beginning of my addiction for mountain bike riding.

It has been 12 years since that event and I have kept the Tipperary Creek race on my radar all this time, hoping one day to go back. The route is no longer part of a weekend stage race, but it remains the last race of their summer series.

In the past, one thing or another kept me from racing again. This year, after some encouragement from Bill Frielingsdorf, a pre-ride with Scott Ellis and an available calendar, I decided to do that event again.

The only expectation I have this time is to enjoy the course, the mountain bike fitness, and skills I’ve accumulated since 1997. A bit of that humble pie remains in my pocket, likely never to be fully removed.

That's a good thing.

Moab with a snowy icing

Gale Bernhardt — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 15:57:39 GMT

A group of us are heading to Moab, Utah for some spring mountain bike riding. For the last two years, we have timed the trip perfectly with a spring storm. Last year we had snow from Frisco to Eagle Colorado. The worst part of the drive was from Frisco to Copper Mountain. Just outside of Copper, it seemed to get better.

Predicting weather in Colorado is, apparently, tricky business. For as long as I've lived here (forever), forecasters can try to use various weather models to predict how the storm will set up, but in some cases (like this storm) how much snow we get or don't get is a matter of degrees, literally.

Just a few degrees colder combined with the proper centering of the storm and we will have a doozey of a spring storm. This means up to a foot of snow for the eastern Front Range, where I live, and two or more feet of snow in the mountains. We drive from Northern Colorado via I-25 to I-70 westbound.

You can take a look at the current conditions via the Colorado Department of Transportation camera system. The northern most camera at I25 and Del Camino is closest to my home. As of 9:22 am today, it showed rain. Simultaneously, the camera at I-70 and the Eisenhower Tunnel (move your curser along the westbound I-70 to see the camera titles) shows several inches of snow on the ground, but the road appears to be just wet and not snow-covered. This camera is about a 1:45 drive from where I live.

Just a few miles west of the Eisenhower Tunnel is Copper Mountain and then Vail. Copper is looking good now, but both sides of Vail Pass are snowy.

Watch what happens with the weather system in the next 24 hours and I'll keep you posted...

UPDATE: Friday, April 17

Here's a pic of the view just outside of Denver!

Yet looking toward Beaver Creek there are dry roads. As usual, the show is east of the Continental Divide:

Riding Bikes around Colorado, Part 3 of 7 - Central City to Winter Park

Gale Bernhardt — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 03:11:16 GMT

Yesterday was a sweet ride up Mt. Evans. Today, the original plan was to mountain bike from Central City over Rollins Pass to Winter Park. Scott Ellis made a few phone calls to bike shops in Winter Park to check on the condition of Rollins pass and they said, "unpassable". Darn.

The back-up plan was to ride road bikes from Central City to Winter Park. That plan, however, needed modification as well. The first plan was to ride east on 119, connect to the Clear Creek Canyon Road and then to Idaho Springs. From there we would ride the Frontage Road to Empire and a sweet climb up Berthoud Pass and descent into Winter Park.

Foiled. No bikes allowed on the Clear Creek Canyon Road.

There is another way out of Central City that connects to the new Parkway and then Idaho Springs. The name of that route is, "Oh My God Road". Gee, wonder why they call it that? Let's do a pre-drive.

There is good reason it is called Oh My God Road. That is what I kept repeating as our car moaned to climb the road. To get out of bed and immediately start this climb is a recipe for blowing up knees. Not a good idea.

Plan D: The Sag Teams (Del and Meeka; Sandy, Allie and Craig Singiser; and Janie Shaw) hauled us to Empire via cars and we started our road ride from Empire. A much-needed shorter day, though still a good amount of climbing. It is 26 miles with a total gain of roughly 5,829 feet over 13 miles and a descent of 4,941 feet over 23 miles.

I love Berthoud Pass. It's a sweet climb. Not many photos today, just one of a waterfall next to the road. Ride time 1:55, out time 2:15.

Tomorrow, day 4...Mountain bike in Winter Park.