Thru Endurance We Conquer!

Footprints don't lie - they tell the story so clearly it's impossible to hide. That's one reason I love running or riding right after (or during!) a snow storm. The hidden life of the forest is suddenly plain to see. Epic battles revealed in the snow. On Saturday, Nick and I rode in Stratton and surrounds, making loops of all the trails. Besides the expected dog and human prints, I could see small cat tracks, rabbit and squirrel prints and deer tracks crisscrossing the trails. It was also clear where people decided they didn't need to stay on the trail - all hikers going bush wacking or in some cases just cutting the switchbacks. (I expect dogs to do that, but humans should be smarter - and have more respect.) The snow also changed the nature of the trails, adding challenge to normally easy singletrack. Fat Bike? We don't need no fat bike to play in the snow! Sunday was running - and the dusting of snow allowed the night life of the neighborhood to be seen.

Nick went Fat Biking today. While it maybe nice to have a fatbike, all you really need is fat. Because one - fat keeps you warm. Two - fat gives you great traction in the snow. And last but not least - fat gives you great motivation to ride your bike in the cold. That's why it's fat biking!

It is completely possible to overdress for any ride as I discovered last night. It was cold (15*) and a nice layer of snow on the trails and ice on the road. With the ProCycling night ride at Palmer Park canceled, I was planning on hiding in the garage. Snow I can handle - cold? I can deal with that. To a point. When my water bottle freezes is usually a good sign to stay inside. For some reason, I decided to wait until Nick got home to ride. I figured he join me in the garage and and we'd have a fun spin session. Wrong! He came in, dropped his work gear and proclaimed "pedaling at 5:30 - get ready!" Huh!? It's like 15 bloody degrees - to start the ride! No amount of whining or delaying could change his mind. We were heading outside and riding. Remembering what I wore the last time, we pulled this kind of stunt, I bundled up. It was a little different this time though and and worked a lot better. I was actually over dressed! My hands were toasty, my feet nice and w

After this last race, I spent some time looking over the power files from each lap. I've started trying to analyze my workouts and my races a little more with Coach Adam's help and this was a good race to do a more thorough analysis. (I would have done this with Sage, but somehow lost most of my files...) I was initially pretty hard on myself for two reasons - I thought I was overcooking the climb, thus getting sloppy on the descents and I also thought I should have slowed down the pace a little during the technical sections. One of those is true - I should have backed off just a little on the last half of JEM trail and on Hurricane Rim. I would have been less likely to get the two flats if I had. But as far as pace, looking at the lap files reveals that I actually did a really good job. That was good to see from the files as it shows I'm getting smarter as well as stronger when it comes to 24 hour racing. Some background info first - I have a Powertap on my Specialized

Not my preferred companion running or riding. I did something strange today. I'm still not sure why, either. When I got up to run, the world still cloaked in darkness despite the lingering full moon, I decided I wanted try running with music. Like I said, I'm not sure what I was thinking. I've occasionally used my iPod for trainer workouts and treadmill workouts, but I've never been able to stand listening to music outside. I feel to disconnected from the world, from the experience of what I'm doing. I've tried it a few times for road rides - felt terrified. I couldn't hear the cars or my music and lost the sense of what was happening around me. Once for the mountain bike, but again, it wasn't pleasurable. I really felt out of touch and not aware of riding my bike. I've never tried listening to music outside while running. I know I can't tolerate it when on the treadmill unless I'm just running. And for those runs, I try to avoid the tre

I haven't ridden in Ute Valley since I crashed there in January. I'm not sure why - it's a fun place to ride with some really good trails. Something about hitting the desk that hard scared me away I think. That shoulder injury could have been much worse - I was lucky. And it was a stupid crash too, as all the bad ones seem to be. Combine that with not really knowing my way around and being lazy about driving to a ride and it meant no Ute Valley for me. Time to change that. After plans to head to Buffalo Creek got laid aside - neither Nick nor I felt like driving that far to not ride much, we opted to head to Ute. An easy drive and we could ride as long or as short as we wanted. It was also a good time to work on some of the technical stuff I'm still struggling with. It wasn't pretty at first - we were on trails I haven't ridden before and I was struggling. I was both trying to keep up with Nick and pick my way through the rocks. Bad combo - after having a minor

It's addictive - racing. The competition, the thrill and the desire for more. It's so easy to spend the entire year racing - just traveling from place to place toeing the line and battling it out with like minded competitors. I know, I've had years like that where it seemed I was on the road more days then I was at home, that I was racing more then I was training. I'd get home, unpack and do chores. Then it would be time to repack and hit the road. I'd either be tapering or recovering and never improving. Truthfully, it got frustrating and I was losing the desire to travel for races. I was missing out on all kinds of things because I was spending all my time and money racing. At the same point, having so many races in a season was nice. It was easier to accept an off day knowing the next race was just in few weeks. But it also diminished the meaning of each race and the importance of preparation and doing well. In 2013, I really cut back on the amount of races I d

I've jokingly said before - there is no off season. Especially this year, starting with 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo in February and then racing all the way into November with the 25 Hours in Frog Hollow. It really did seem like I would recover from one race and then start training for the next. At least there was always enough time between races to get in some good training! But it makes for a long year and a long time to stay focused on the goals. Lots of riding, lots of work - not as much other, fun stuff. So now comes my favorite part of the year. Not because of the weather - although I do like the chilly temperatures, but because it's goof-off times. Not an off season, but a month or so to do what I want, have fun and just relax. No focused training, no intervals on the bike. It's regroup time, mentally taking a break from the drive of the racing season. More running, adding in trail fun instead of just getting the miles. More swimming to help stretch out from a months o

Our first long trip with the van and it was a good time. We did a better job of packing our gear and clothes for this race so we had a little more room in the van than at the last 24 hour race. What made this trip nice was the ability to set up "base camps" for a few days at each location. We got to Hurricane on Thursday and set up our usual 24 hour race pit with the two tents, the bike stand and everything we would need to make the race smooth. That completely empties out the van, and we have a nice living room in the CostCo tent. But the set up and tear down of that pit area takes forever! Not something we wanted to do even every other night! So it was important to re-pack the van with all the little things easy to get when we tore down Sunday night. Our riding clothes, the food, the table and cooking supplies and the coolers. By the end of the trip, we'd have the camp set up and tear down dialed. I also got really good at cooking on our little campstove from when the

We only spent one day in Fruita. I was really starting to struggle from fatigue and it didn't make sense to try to push the riding when I wasn't smooth. So instead of riding Moore Fun (which I had actually wanted to this time. Between how much I've been working on skills and my trail bike, I really wanted to see how much I'd be able to ride this trip. But trying to ride that trial on quickly deteriorating legs wasn't smart.) We stuck super easy. Mary's loop to the Horsethief Bench. I didn't even try the drop in - I don't think I will every try it. Walking down that will be just fine for me. Nick gave it three tries, but with no one else out, he didn't want to take a chance. As with all our rides this week, we'd gotten such an early start, we were the first riders on the trail! Nick having a go at the Horsethief entrance. Once on the bench, we did one lap. I managed to ride some things I hadn't gotten before, using all of my suspensio

After two days on Gooseberry, it was time to move on. Next stop Moab! Again, no plans or agenda, other the hopefully riding Porcupine Rim one day we were there. At least that was the plan. We set up camp near the north end of the Sovereign trail and studied the maps. Nick had ridden the north chunk of Sovereign years ago and it had been pretty fun then. So we wanted to try and find it again. Well, we found the loop of Sovereign Singletrack on the Mesa above our campsite, but it wasn't as much fun as Nick remembered. So we bailed on doing the whole loop in favor of something we knew would be fun. Sovereign and Saltwash Singletrack. Following the green dashes of Saltwash south, up and down the small mesas and gullies, meandering across slick rock and into washes. Upper Sovereign trail - we had a hard climb, but decided to have fun on the lower sections Following the Green dashes - Saltwash trail   I was doing better then the last time we'd ridden that trail, attempting

That's where we're going! Way up there... And we were way down there... It's one of those places you hear about. "Have you ridden Gooseberry?" Was a common question posed by the locals. We even had one guy point it out after the race - the imposing Mesa looming above the venue. Well, Gooseberry was on the agenda and we headed up there Monday morning. After finding a decent, semi secluded campsite, we headed out for our first taste of goose. A shorter, easier ride to shake out the legs from the race. Our campsite had great trail access and we were on South Rim trail in minutes, following the white dashes as they meandered up and around slick rock bulges. In and out of pinion trees, between otherworldly shaped rocks, up and down narrow drainages. Fun riding - but hard. The trail was well marked, but it seemed like half the terrain was make your own fun on the rocks. Nick was launching the slick rock drops and encouraging me to do the same. It was enough

It's never a good idea to plan a trail riding vacation after a 25 hour race. Nick and I figured that out this weekend when we started our trip off with the 25 Hours in Frog Hollow. We had a fairly aggressive race plan - and were hoping for 24 laps in the 25 hours. A solid performance, but one that would have left us unable to enjoy the first half of our vacation. After two pre ride laps on Thursday and Friday, we also knew there was a rough back half to the course that would be brutal as the laps wore on. We talked about it briefly before the start, but opted to stick with the plan. Take it out aggressively then regroup after midnight and see how things stood. Nick started - a short run and I gave him his bike. The field was larger then the size of Frog Town indicated, so Nick getting me out early would be important on the JEM trail. There was a slight breeze blowing, stirring up small puffs of the reddish tan dust that coated everything. It was early in the day so the sun was jus

25 Hours in Frog Hollow - we got our first taste of the course Thursday and a second pre-ride on Friday. It's a fast course - 13 miles and the fast guys will be doing easily under 50 minutes for their laps. It's also a very deceptive course. The first part leading out of camp is a nice wide road - perfect for the soloist to grab a snack if they didn't stop long in pit. Nothing too scary except for some ruts lying in wait to catch a tire and send the daydreaming rider flying. A left turn into jeep double track and it's more of the same. A rolling climb on a dusty double track laden with ruts and washouts. Into and out of a was a few times and a short stretch of single track to spice things up. The jeep trails crisscrosses washes and parallels cliff edges as it climbs higher and higher. Three steep punches that derailed any steady pedaling momentum in favor of either walking or a really hard attack. But so far, Nick and I were a little worried. Had we driven all this way