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It’s not about the bike

Tuesday, December 5th, 2006

(Hmm, I just can’t remember who wrote that ;-)

As you may know, when the double centuries are winding down each year I tend to don my running shoes in peparation for the California International Marathon on the first Sunday of December. This year was no different though I was dealt an extra adversity when my coworker, who was supposed to teach some classes in Italy, tried to see if his Geo-Metro could withstand the onslaught of a full-sized SUV. (He lived and I did the teaching in Italy.) Rather than let jet leg excuse me from running the CIM, I opted to overlook the extra long 25 hour day with 12 hours spent in coach class seating the day before the CIM. Had I whimped out, I would need to change my favorite movie quote from Ed Harris’ Apollo 13 line “Failure is not an option” to something much less manly!

Here’s a brief overview of my time leading up to the CIM.

  • Run 19, 23, and 25 miles on consecutive Sundays until three weeks before CIM
  • 2 weeks to go, try in vain to keep up with cycling buddies on rolling 70 mile ride
  • 1 week to go, spend 20+ hours traveling to Milan, Italy in coach class
  • Less than 1 week, eat too much cheese, drink way way too much wine, and party past midnight every night with the European team composed of 4 Germans, 2 Frechman, 2 Italians, 1 Belgian, 2 Brits, 1 Swede, and 1 Spanaird.
  • 36 hrs to go: Rise and shine 4am Italy time. Arrive home at Midnight (Italy time.)
  • 11 hrs to go: Finally sleep after 25 hours, give or take some deep rest periods on the plane.
  • 3 hrs to go: Best night sleep I could imagine before an event, but biological clock says I’ve slept half the day away, because it’s 2pm in Italy.
  • 7am Sunday December 3rd, 2006. Go time!

At the 37 degree start my brother and I used hats, gloves, and sweaters we could throw away. A secret learned from the death riders this year. All of the extra clothing kept us warm for the 35 minutes from the car to the 7am start time and for the first few miles of the race, after which they were ditched.

As the crowds of people slowly spread out at the start I found myself running from behind the 4hr 15 minute pace group up to the 3hr 30minute pace group. However, a brief pit stop at mile 10 quickly repositioned me to the 3hr 35 minute group , who should have been running 8:20 miles. However, this Cliff Shot pacer was going a bit fast (explaining how a minute pit stop resulted in a reposition to the previous group) and given how long it takes the 4000 strong crowd to pass over the starting line, my watch said I was no more than 1 minute off the 3hr 30 minute pace through the half way point.

My nutrition for this event was similar to what I would do in cycling. The main difference is that more calories are burned running for 3.5 hours than bicycling 3.5 hours. So, I used a full servering of Perpetum shortly after my 4am wake up, followed by 1/3 cup of oatmeal. Seconds before the 7am start I did another full serving of Perptum. Then I carried a small Cliffbar, jelly beans, Endurolytes, a shot vial with 4 shots of Hammer Gel and vitamin I. At the aid stations I only supplemented with water. (I carried no fluid.) At about mile 17 Scott McKinney took my arm warmers and shot vial while supplying another full serving of Perpetum. Being a self reported camel, I downed the nutrition and returned the bottle to Scott.

Shortly after the pit stop and almost an hour before meeting Scott is where the real rolling hills of this run start. It’s also where my heart rate went up and never came down. I seriously doubt I would have made it to the end without the re-supply by Scott exactly where it happened. Prior to the pit stop my heart rate had stayed below 80% which kept me mostly in the 140 bpms. Near the pit stop it went over 85% and stayed mostly between 87% and 92% for the rest of the run. I’m not certain why this happened as I did not feel as though more effort was happening until many miles and hours later. To put it in bicycling perspective: On the Devil Mountain Double in May, I had my hardest hour of climbing on Mt. Diablo where my average heart rate was above 170 bpm. On this CIM, I ran for about 2.5 hours with an average near 170 bpm. Prior to this event, I would not have believed I could withstand an average above 165 for 2.5 hrs.

At mile 18 I ran through the point where I first walked last year with a smile on my face. Then came the infamous “Wall” at mile 20. When I ran through it, I punched the air and honestly felt a mental lifting (perhaps it was a rush from the oranges and bananas I had just eaten) but I had no desire to walk at that point. However, it was about this time that the 3:35 pacer started to gap me, though I was able to see him until mile 22 where I did my first 9 minute mile. In 2005 I walked more than I anticipated for the whole event before I even got to mile 20.

With 4.2 miles remaining and the goal of 3hr and 30 minutes clearly out of reach my new goal was to make certain that the 3:40 minute pace group did not pass me. That I only lost 2 minutes to the 3:35 pacer can only be attributed to my personal audience, both the mobile audience, in the form of Scott McKinney and his son Spencer, who followed the course on their bikes all the way to the finish from mile 17 as well as my wife, daughter, and son whose faces with 0.2 miles to go produced my fastest pace of the day. In the end I missed 3:30 but I beat my time from last year by almost exactly 30 seconds per mile and I completed a marathon the day after flying home from Italy!

While I said this was “not about the bike” I have to say the calls I received from my biking buddies on Saturday night, to make certain I was home and ready to run, really helped remove the doubts and gave me a mental boost. And though it’s not about the bike, the support I received from my double century buddy Scott McKinney was quack cyclist quality!

Since this is not about the bike, I also won’t mention that on the very next ride after the CIM, I discovered my new 2006 Tete de Course frame was broken in the exact same place as the frame that broke in February. I’ll still say 2006 was a great year even if I do end up getting two “new” bikes this year.

6 in ‘06 – Knoxville Double

Tuesday, September 19th, 2006

Date: Saturday September 16th

Start: Vacaville

Total Time: 12hrs 37 minutes (with 3 tube changes)

Route: Vacaville to Fairfield (via a Hwy 80 frontage Road) to Napa (via Mt. George) to Lake Barryessa (via Mt. Howell) to Lower Lake (via Knoxville Road) to Lock Lomond (via Cobb Mountain) back to Vacaville (Via Cardiac Hill) with a total distance of 201 miles and 13,000 feet of climbing.

It’s 4am and my alarm yanks me away from the support vehicle for my 4 year old son in a European road race. Only he was grown up and racing as an under-21 pro. Not often does the alarm wake me the morning of a 200 mile ride. I am usually up 5 minutes before it goes off. That was great night sleep but I didn’t really want that dream to end.

By 4:30am I’m in the car headed to pick-up Scott after having performed my ritual of hot tea followed by cold water and a 20 ounce bottle of Perpetum. The ritual helps ensure all systems are go when we hit Vacaville at 5:45am.

4:45am I arrive at Scott’s as his garage door is closing after moving his bike outside with Scott no where to be seen. I see an opportunity to have some fun so I quickly pack Scott’s bike in the van and go get Scott. Scott makes certain he has all of his stuff and we head to the van when I ask him “Where’s your bike?” As Scott begins to wonder if he’s really awake and before he hyper-ventilates I give-in and tell him I already threw it in the van.

5:45am we arrive in Vacaville at the registration area. It’s plenty dark outside. The parking lot is already full but there is no one around with a bike. Clearly everyone has heeded the advice of the ride organizers and left between 4:30am and 5:30 am to get their light-aided riding done during the morning. My ride time last year was a good 8 minutes less than 13 hours and there is expected to be about 13 hours of daylight, so my foolish friend and I plan to leave at first light.

While obtaining our registration packets I run into Paul McKenzie, who is decked out in full Cliff sponsorship. Paul tells me the top riders are planning to leave at first light, around 6:15am. While Scott and I were ready about 6am we decide to stick to the “first light” plan and try to ride with the 6:15 group.

About 6:20 am our group of about 8 rolls out of Vacaville. In less than 3 miles we are alongside Highway 80 headed to Fairfield on a road that is shared with the Foxy’s Fall Century. I’ve been on this road at least 5 or 6 times but this has to be the first time without a head wind. It’s also the first time I notice the road is mostly downhill as we roll along between 25 and 30 mph.

In our group is Graham, who will be on the Furnace Creek 508 in 3 weeks, Jim Frink, a brother-in-law of Steve Rex, Paul McKenzie, who captained Cat Berge ahead of me on Devil Mountain in May, Ken Holloway, who just does BIG rides like Paris-Breast-Paris and California Gold Rush, Scott, myself, and Jenny and Craig, who normally ride a tandem together but find themselves on singles because their tandem hasn’t recovered from it’s crash on the Terrible Two in June. All of us have encountered each other before so we chat about Craig and Jenny’s accident, about Graham’s choice of shorts with extra air-conditioning for a 200 mile ride, about members missing from our ranks, and about future plans.

The group stays together through Fairfield and along the rolling hills but loses Craig and Jenny to a flat before hitting Mt. George at 20 miles. As we climb Mt. George I mistakenly let Graham set the pace. I quickly realize I should have kept the tempo because Graham waited for no one and the group of 6 fractures immediately. Realizing I didn’t want to be at the back I close a big gap to stay with Scott and Paul. Even keeping pace with them is a bit above my ability because I know Paul is at least 20 pounds lighter than me and I only had about 2 weeks in early May where I could keep up with Scott on a hill like Mt. George.

The descent into Napa is nice but the effort to close the gap back to Graham is hard enough to hasten recovery. I realize the full potential of the mistake I made on Mt. George during the run into the first rest stop at mile 36 when any decent effort causes my legs to burn more like mile 20 of a marathon than mile 30 of a 200 mile ride.

The first stop is so quick I didn’t realize I should have ditched my knee warmers until we were clear of the stop. A mile or two later and Graham is setting the pace that provides very little margin for recovering from my effort up Mt. George. Scott is looking like he could hang with these guys all day and I’m having a hard time staying on the back after any rotations through the front of the paceline. Thinking Scott would possibly join me and ruin his ride if I dropped off, I figure it would be better to totally blow up and then tell him to stay with the the group. For about 10 miles I just kept my head down and hoped for recovery while dreaming of a flat tire.

At mile 50 I hear an extreme evacuation of air from a tire but it isn’t mine. Luckily for me, it was Scott’s front tire. Scott changes the flat and Santa Claus shows up in the support vehicle with a floor pump, Scott.  Now we are on our way with the Paul, Jim, and Graham off the front. At this point we have not passed many riders though our pace to the 50 mile flat has been 20+ mph.

Shortly we come upon Howell Mountain which takes us by Scott’s college campus and some winery George Bush stayed at when he flew into Napa. This climb is a little more tame because I have told Scott of my issue from Mt. George and he repeatedly eases off the pace to keep me on his wheel. On this climb we finally start to pass people, though they don’t seem like the type who will finish. The descent down to Berryessa is wild and wrought with people who seem to go slower downhill than we do uphill.

At mile 70 we reach the second rest stop, ditch our vests, arm warmers, and leg warmers. It is here that we begin to ride through the 5am’ers. No doubt we are not as fast through the rest stops as the three riders in front of us but before 2 miles beyond the stop we have certainly passed everyone who was at the stop when we arrived.

Leaving Lake Berryessa starts the 30 mile climb up Knoxville Road. It’s not the best road by any stretch of the imagination but it’s got zero traffic and the potholes are mostly encountered below 18 mph instead of at 40 mph on some downhill. My legs are starting to feel a lot better thanks to Scott pulling me for the last 30 miles but the initial intensive effort up Knoxville Road quickly set them back on fire and we have to take it a bit easier for the last 10 miles on Knoxville.

The top of Knoxville finally comes at 100 miles and we cruise down into lunch, where we find our leaders who leave about 5 minutes after we arrive. Between mile 60 and mile 107 we have essentially ridden by all the early start riders. Most of the passing comes near rest stops which Scott and I agree are not places to rest but rather just refuel stops. We know that spending too long at a rest stop will mean a longer warm up after the stop and makes the 200 mile ride feel like a series of six 33 mile rides.

Leaving lunch we head up and over Cobb Mountain on very nice pavement. Pavement like this causes Scott much chagrin because his full aluminum bike prefers the true feel of the road. In fact earlier on Knoxville Road Scott was feeling very sorry for me on my carbon-ti bike (”if you can call it a bike”, Scott says) because I was “truly missing out” on the full experience the road has to offer. I guess Scott is right. Though I may never dream of riding Knoxville Road on an aluminum bike, knowing Scott is suffering, washes a bit of the pain in my legs away.

After Cobb Mountain we descend into Butts and Pope valleys without much climbing left for the day. These roads are to be truly appreciated by an aluminum framed bicycle. They are stricken with potholes like few others. Luckily for Scott the pace is swift enough to experience a full appreciation for the road and again remind me of what I am missing.

Before the station at mile 160 and even though Scott is loving the road to it’s full potential, he experiences a brief period of “the bonk.” To solve this problem he downs a quick Cliff shot then attempts to chase it with a Powerbar shot. In Scott’s words:
“Unfortunately the warm packet spurted over my leg, pants and bike in a nasty, adult-film sort of way. Not only did I waste part of the vital benefit, I used half my fresh water to rinse the mess down my leg and into my shoe. Not sure where it went from there.”

The final climbs of the day take us back up to Lake Berryessa and over my college stomping grounds as we peak Cardiac Hill. This climb goes slow and we are passed by 140 lbs Wade who actually missed our start time by about 2 minutes. Wade’s light body and even lighter 16 lbs full carbon bike don’t go downhill as fast as our 200 lbs setups. So, we catch Wade and ride to the finish where we find Paul and Jim only 20 minutes and Graham 45 minutes ahead of us. We give Wade his 4th place and Scott and I take 5th and 6th.

Curt

Upcoming Trail Runs

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

Pacifica Trail Run: Saturday July 8th, there is a trail run in Pacifica, which is apparently just south of San Francisco on the penninsula. 9K or 21K. I would only want to do this run if someone wanted to do it with me and we found a way to make a family camping trip out of it.

Salt Point Trail Run: Sunday August 27th, there is a trail run near Jenner. 11K and 26K. I really want to do the 26K version of this one and I hope that someone else will want to do one of the versions as well. It appears like we might be able to make a really nice trip out of it, perhaps staying at Stillwater Cove, which is a Sonoma County park. We could actually camp right in the Salt Point State Park, but it appears that our trailer may be on the long side for that campground. Please let me know if you are at all interested in this one. I would like to try to make reservations for camping and register for the run before the end of June.

There are a couple other trail runs that might be considered later in the fall.

Chris

Davis Double 2006

Friday, May 19th, 2006

On the eve of the Davis Double some hopes of posting a PR for little-bro are dashed by the prevailing wind patterns and route changes. This year, will see 15+ mph head winds for the final 60 miles and an extra bit of climbing before lunch. Along with with extra climbing comes a compression of the climb up to the “Top of the Davis Double” from about 9 miles into 6 miles. (i.e. It’s going to a bit more steep and 700 out of 800 participats aren’t going to like it one bit.) So, when my next post on this subject documents a faster completion than when I was 21 years old, Lance himself will be relieved I choose to work in the tech industry.

Curt