Swank 65 – what’s a day in Pisgah without plenty of surprises?

     IMG_9204The Swank 65 has been a race on my bucket list for a long time. Blue Ridge Adventures has been putting it on for the past 20 years, and the course runs through some of the most famous and beautiful trails in Pisgah. Not only does it boast the title of being the first permitted bike race in the Pisgah forest, it’s also now the longest continuously running mountain bike race in this area. Being in early November, the weather is always a gamble in this part of North Carolina, but we really lucked out on Sunday. The sun was out, the colorful Fall leaves were prime, and the trails were in great shape. With 65k of untamed singletrack and gravel, 5600 feet of climbing, and one wild descent down the infamous Farlow Gap, I knew it was going to be a memorable day in the saddle.

Even though this race has been going on in my backyard for years, I had been too intimidated to actually register for the event until this year. After spending the Fall getting in more long Pisgah rides, getting more comfortable descending technical trails, and making sure I had the fitness to climb almost 6000 feet, I was feeling more ready to test myself at the Swank. Another huge incentive for registering came when my friends at Dixon Pacifica and Brush and Level reached out to me to generously sponsor my entry fee. Their support and encouragement was awesome, and greatly appreciated. My J.A. King mountain bike race team has also been unwaveringly supportive all season, so this last race of the year was a great one to end on.

Processed with VSCO with f2 presetOver 100 people were lined up at the Cove Creek Campground start line on Sunday morning, eager to get in a full day of Pisgah pedaling. The start of the course had us racing down the gravel road, jockeying for positions as we headed to the base of the Daniel Ridge climb. The road out of the campground had a creek crossing, which could be avoided by taking a narrow bridge option. I would have rather taken the bridge to keep my feet dry, but of course the bridge entrance was bottlenecked with all the participants right off the start. There was no choice but to splash through the water, starting the race off right! The first climb up Daniel Ridge was fast and technical, with everyone still bunched together and trying not to lose time up the rocky trail. It was a steep mix of riding and running to get over some of the more technical sections, but the long descent back down to the forest service road was going to be worth it.

I could see the leader for the women’s category ahead of me, and was trying to keep her in my sights as she powered up the hill. We had finally reached the crest of the trail, and I was hoping to catch sight of her again after the descent. Suddenly, I heard a hissing sound coming from my rear wheel. I knew that terrible noise meant an impending flat tire, but luckily I had my wheels set up tubeless and was hoping the sealant inside would do its job. I pulled over, spinning the wheel to try and help it seal the hole. When that wasn’t working, I grabbed my CO2 cartridge, hoping that the puff of air would reseal the tire before it lost too much air to keep the bead sealed on the rim. Unfortunately, that didn’t work either and I had to put my spare tube in the tire instead. I was losing a lot of time, but everyone that passed me was so nice, asking if I needed anything or if I was OK. Gracie and Jenna, two of my “competitors”, even stopped to try to give me a hand which was so kind of them. I finally changed the flat and was pumping up my new tire when I noticed it was hissing air again! My spare has somehow either gotten pinched when I changed it, or there was still something in my tire poking a hole in the tube that I hadn’t noticed. Frustrated and out of tubes, I had to run the whole two mile descent down to the first rest stop. What a wild way to start out the first hour of the race!

One of the local bike shops, Sycamore Cycles, sponsors the Swank 65, and they had a great crew out at the rest stops along the course. Carlos helped me out by changing my tire and getting my bike back in business so I could focus on the rest of the race. Even though I was bummed to have lost so much time, it was a beautiful day out, and was able to shift my focus to just riding my personal best times on the trails rather than racing those around me. I headed up to Gloucester Gap, trying to catch back on to the group. As I came down Butter Gap, I saw a spare tube on the trail that someone had dropped. I hope that whoever dropped it made it out of the race without a flat, but that tube ended up saving me later on in the race (thank you trail gods).

A98F6735-A6BA-4485-AF0E-3CDB8D1F845DThe most infamous part of the Swank 65 course is the Farlow Gap section. It’s the third big climb of the route but definitely the longest, followed by one of the most technically demanding descents in Pisgah. The climb starts on Forest Road 475 after the descent down Butter Gap and Long Branch, and continues climbing for 5 miles and 2000 feet straight up. This part of the course was what had intimidated me for so long, and doing such a long climb two-thirds of the way through the race is brutal both physically and mentally. The climb went well, but the descent is where the risks come in. I rode the first steep part of the descent, but as the trail turned right and became more of a rough rock garden I misjudged a line and crashed. Luckily the only casualty was some chipped paint on my bike frame, but I had to walk/run/scramble most of the remaining trail to the bottom. Farlow Gap also crosses a few creeks, so if my feet weren’t wet from the initial creek crossing that morning, they were soaked through by that point.

As I got to the end of the trail, I was feeling good about only having one long climb left. Unfortunately, as I got back on my bike after the last creek crossing I realized I had yet another flat tire. I was disappointed, but also thankful that I had found that spare tube back on Butter Gap and wasn’t having to run to the rest stop again. From looking at the flat tube, it seems like the cause was a pinch flat this time. Because of that, I made sure to pump up the new tube more than the last one, especially because all I had left was a pretty tame ride along the Davidson River trail before the gravel climb up 475B to Cove Creek.Processed with VSCO with g3 preset

The final climb up 475B felt longer than usual, but I really enjoy gravel climbs because you can just settle in and focus on pedaling. On this pretty November day, I was able to really appreciate the surrounding views and colorful leaves. At the top of the climb, I found a funny surprise since someone had lined the road with Sierra Nevada pale ale beers. It was like a little hand up to reward people for a long climb up. Even though I wanted to stop and enjoy the cold beverage, I only had the descent back into Cove Creek left. The final trail was one of the most enjoyable ones, and it was fun to finish the day on a downhill, floating along the trail as the leaves crackled beneath my wheels.

As I rounded the final corner to the finish, I got the best surprise of the day! My dad stood along the trail cheering and taking pictures, surprising me by showing up to support. When I crossed the finish line, I saw my mom and two youngest sisters who also came out, running up to hug me even though I was gross and sweaty from a long day of riding. It was so exciting to have them there, and I didn’t expect to see them at the finish. Mountain biking is so unpredictable, and even though I was bummed by the flat tires throughout the race, it was still an incredible day in Pisgah and a great final race of the year. I couldn’t have asked for better weather or kinder people to race with, and being greeted at the finish line with family and food was the best feeling. I loved getting able to be a part of the 20th anniversary Swank 65 race, and I’m already planning on putting it on the calendar for next year!


Mountain Bike Nationals in Snowshoe 2018!

National Champion – Cat 1 Women 19-24 – MTB Nationals 2018

Whew what a whirlwind of a weekend in Snowshoe! I had been looking forward to Mountain Bike Nationals all year and these races exceeded my expectations. I registered for three races back to back, which was extremely tiring but also very worth it. Luckily collegiate MTB national had been held at Snowshoe for two years before open nationals, so this was my fourth time competing on these trails and I was excited for the chance to be back. The weather was much cooler than home up on the mountain, with most days hardly getting above the 60s or 70s. The weather was calling for rain, but Snowshoe Mountain’s forecasts are usually wrong, and this time they happened to be wrong in my favor! For the first time, none of my races had any precipitation during them, which was a great change from previous years. The course still had the same muddy root sections and technical single track, rock gardens, and long gravel climbs, but the trails were similar to what I was used to back home and I felt more prepared this year than ever before.

We arrived on Thursday morning, the day before my first race. The excitement in the air was palpable as racers from all over the country arrived to get their race packets and pre ride the trails. I was able to meet up with several locals from teams back home, including some guys on the CTS team that I rode my openers with. I also got to see some friends from the Happy Tooth Women’s team, my JA King teammates, and an old friend and teammate from Appalachian State. Nationals is fun because it not only brings riders together from all over the country, but it also allows you to compete on the same stage as pros, something that I rarely get to do. I was starstruck as I saw some of my favorite racers from Specialized, Trek, Clif Bar, and many others out on the same trails warming up.

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The first race that I had was the XC race for my age group, Cat 1 Women 19-24. We were starting bright and early at 8am, so I woke up at 5:30 to make sure I had enough time to eat and warm up. It was a brisk morning, but I much prefer that over hot weather. I was really nervous about the day, and even though there were only 8 women in the field, there were a few that I had raced against and come in second to. We lined up for three laps of the course, and I felt nervous but ready, excited for the race that I had waited so long for. As the gun went off, we rocketed off the start line, and I immediately grabbed the wheel of Sydney, who was the national champion last year. We flew down the trail toward the first climb, and as we turned up the road, Allison attacked from behind and cruised up the road. I was now in third place, but still had the two in my sights as we crested the hill and headed into the muddy root section. After getting lots of wet root practice on the trails in Pisgah, I was able to navigate the technical sections and make up time to catch Allison and Sydney. Our field of women had started in the back, so it was hard to get around all the other women in the older categories. However, this worked somewhat to my advantage because it also slowed down Allison and Sydney, allowing me to catch them before the trail opened up into a gravel climb. We rode together on the climb and went back and forth with positions. By the second lap, I had moved into first place after the long rock garden, and I was determined to hold my lead through the final lap. I worked on getting as much of a lead as I could through the rooty section, especially since it had cleared up so much as the racers all got spread out along the course. As I came out of the single track, I knew there were only three main climbs to go, and I focused on pushing hard through those sections. The first was coming out of the single track, the second was passing through the feed zone, and the third was the longest, but was the final push before the long rock garden. Once I made it out of the rock garden and couldn’t see second place behind me, a huge smile came over my face and I pedaled furiously down the final section to the finish line. As I crossed the line victoriously, I was so happy and thankful that I had made it. I had been dreaming about a first place finish at nationals for years, and it finally happened.

IMG_4452The rest of the day was spent recovering, taking an ice bath, hydrating, and spending as much time off my feet as possible to prepare for Saturday’s race the next morning. I made sure to eat plenty of food to replenish the energy I had burned, and stocked my jersey pockets with Hammer Gels for the next day’s race at 11am. Saturday was another XC race, but this time it was much harder because it would be a U23 race, meaning anyone pro or amateur under the age of 23. I was lined up on the second row because of my previous day’s finish, but there was a whole front row of professional racers, ready to tackle the course. Many of these other racers were girls that I looked up to, who race internationally for big name teams. It was intimidating and humbling to race with them, but also a huge honor because I have been dreaming of racing at the level they are at one day. As the gun went off, we raced off for four laps. My body was much more tired during this race, and I had to dig deep to find motivation. This course was slightly shorter than the one we raced the previous day, but had the addition of a very steep hill at the start of every lap. It was a struggle to even make it to the top, and I was glad we only had to get up it four times. I was quickly dropped out of the top ten, and Allison and Sydney from the day before both passed me during the second lap. I had nothing left in the tank to catch them, and I finished the day in 12th place after a humbling race. Though I was hoping for more, it was a much better finish than my previous year racing short track in U23, and I was happy to have had the chance to race against such impressive women.

77BD964E-728B-4EF0-BFE3-1E4339CDF264The final race was the fastest, but also my favorite. Short Track is a quick format where racers are red lining the entire time, going as hard as possible right out of the gate. Though I was more tired than ever, I was also most excited for this event, especially with it having the biggest field of women. The category was open to all women 17 and older, and I was able to have a front row call up. The call up in short track is the most important, because you don’t want to be caught in the back of the field and forced to catch back on. I was so nervous before this event that I even broke out in hives on my legs, but once I was on the start line I was excited for the thirty minutes of pure effort. As the gun went off we exploded off the start line, racing up the hill to start the lap. There were a ton of extremely fast juniors, which is exciting for the future of the sport. It was hard to maintain their pace however, especially after two hard days in the saddle. I hung on in the top five for a bit, but eventually I blew up and dropped back to 9th place. I was excited for at top ten finish in the biggest field of the weekend, but I know that next year I will be aiming for a short track podium.

IMG_4490All in all, it was an extremely rewarding and fun weekend filled with racing against women that I really admire. I even got to watch the pros race, which was so incredible to see the power, speed, and strategy that they have. For now, I’ll be taking a bit of time off the bike to recharge my batteries and set goals for the upcoming year. I am already looking forward to nationals next year though, and I am so thankful for the friends and memories that I have been able to make through this sport.


Mid-Mud Musings: Bootlegger’s Blitz and Pisgah 55.5k Race Reports

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You know you love something when you’re soaked and still smiling 6 hours into the race

Some race weekends have perfect weather and great trail conditions, allowing you to explode off the start line and rely on fitness to carry you through to a successful finish. This was not one of those weekends. The week leading up to the races had been one of the rainiest I’ve ever seen, and for this weekend, mud was definitely the theme. Luckily the Saturday of the Southern Classic Series race was sunny and warm, but the residual water on the trails didn’t have time to dry completely, leaving us with thick and tacky mud. Saturday was the Virginia State MTB Championships up in Woolwine, VA, which was also part of the Southern Classic Series. Zeb and I made the trip up that morning since the race wasn’t until 1pm, and even had time to stop in the town of Stuart for their strawberry festival to get some strawberry snacks for the ride home.

Strawberry snacks from the festival in Stuart, VA on the way to the race

I was hopeful that the warm weather in Virginia meant less mud than back home, but as we pulled up to the race and saw earlier classes of racers finishing with mud coating them, I knew I would be in for a tough day. I lined up with 6 other women, ready for 22 miles of fun singletrack. Two of my JA King teammates were in attendance, and one of them (Skylar Bovine) had a strong start off the line and took the lead into the woods. As we hit singletrack, the pace immediately slowed and it felt like we rode straight into peanut butter. The mud was thick and heavy, sucking up all our power and not giving us any traction. I tried to ride on the edge of the trail to get some grip, and had to muscle through the first couple of miles where the mud was the worst. Luckily it was red clay, and not sandy dirt like back home. That meant that though it was stickier, it didn’t ruin my brake pads or make my drivetrain all gritty. 

Chasing Skylar into the woods after her strong start off the line
JA King ready to start racing 

I managed to stay upright for the first 9 miles, passing Skylar and taking the lead for a short period of time. As the race went on, I had to get off and run my bike up hills where there was no traction, and on descents I had to choose my line carefully so I didn’t slide out and roll off the trail. Even though we were spending tons of energy putting out watts at race pace, our speeds were much slower than normal with the friction from the mud weighing us down. About halfway into the race, I got passed by Anna Sortore, an 18 year old who was racing her first Cat 1/Pro race! She had a really strong ride and I couldn’t stay on her wheel – lots of future podiums for her in store I’m sure! I finished in 2nd after 2 hours and 20 minutes slogging through mud, but it was a great way to practice technical skills and get back into XC racing after focusing on the marathon racing format for a bit. 

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Getting mud out of my teeth post race? (or strawberry seeds) 😉
2nd place at the Bootlegger’s Blitz VA State Championships

Even though I spent a while cleaning off my bike after that race, I had no idea just how muddy I would get the next day. I got to race a little closer to home on Sunday with the Pisgah 55.5k. Pisgah Productions puts this on every year, following the 111k that happens the day before. Maybe one day I’ll commit to the longer version, but the 55.5k turned out to be much more than I bargained for anyway, and I got in a huge day of riding on some of the best and most beautiful trails in the area. The 55.5k is usually about 36 miles (hence the name), but yesterday’s race actually ended up being 52 miles long. The bonus mileage was thanks to all the rain we had been getting, which caused questionable trail conditions and forced the race promoters to reroute the course a bit. The good thing is that we didn’t have to hike-a-bike up Black Mountain, but it did mean a lot more mileage.  Because of the rain, trails like Bradley Creek were literally just creeks flowing down the mountain, and I often had to get off and wade through water above my knees or lift my bike over fallen trees blocking the trail. Some of the mud puddles were deceptive as well, seeming to be just a harmless inch or so deep but actually sucking in my front wheel practically down to the rotor when I plunged through. These kind of elements are challenging but keep the race exciting, and they’re what set a Pisgah endurance race apart from the smooth and fast XC style racing I’ve been focused on more recently. Luckily there were three aid stations well stocked with food and water to refuel along the race. A long day on the bike also means a lot of time to think, and sometimes this time alone with my thoughts is the most therapeutic part of riding for me. It is also the time that tests my mental strength the most, especially after hours racing on my own on the trails in tough conditions. 

Discussing the course changes with a teammate pre-race

I knew I was in for an epic day once I found out about the reroute, but I didn’t realize it would be quite so long, or have such crazy conditions. When we started out at 10am, it was perfect weather and the sun was shining. Since the new cue sheets with the altered directions didn’t have mileage listed, I didn’t know that the course would be as long as it was. When I reached the first aid station at mile 21 after a couple hours, I thought I was over halfway done and would be at the finish line in a couple short hours. Fast forward ten miles and another hour and a half to the second aid station, and they told me I was slightly over halfway. Luckily they had plenty of pb&j, coke, and water to help me replace the calories I was expending so I didn’t reach the point of completely bonking, but I was definitely drained. Shortly after leaving that station, the atmosphere shifted, with greying skies and ominous thunder foreshadowing an intense storm on the way.

During these long races, I have to get into a completely different headspace than I do in XC or short track. In XC racing, the short distance means that you can burn energy quick, exploding off the start line and staying in the red zone almost the whole time. In 5 or 6+ hour races, that kind of speed and energy burning isn’t sustainable, and racing is just as much about mental strength and technical skill as it is about fitness. When I was in the middle of nowhere and hadn’t seen another racer for a couple hours, I had to focus even more on the lines I was taking down rock gardens so I didn’t get a flat tire or break a derailleur alone in the woods so far out. Luckily I didn’t have any mechanical issues, but around hour 4 with lots of mileage still to go, I really had to dig deep to keep the pedals turning. I thought about quitting after the 36 mile point. I made up every excuse in my head about how the mud was hurting my bike parts anyway, I already got a good enough workout from the distance I reached, I could go home now and have time to catch up on other responsibilities I had, etc. But I realized that all those excuses were just in the moment, and if I quit early I knew I would be disappointed later.

The final push up the hill to the first aid station 20 miles in, before the storm

The impending storm forced me to refocus on the race and concentrate on maintaining a good speed to get off the ridge. It is hard to stay motivated and focused for that long in a race, but at hour 5 when it began to pour, I was quickly motivated to get to the finish again. As I climbed up laurel mountain to pilot rock, the lightning started to get closer and the rain got harder. I hadn’t seen another racer for a long time, and was worried about the exposed trail as I climbed higher and higher. I counted the seconds between the lightning strikes and the thunder – 7 seconds, then 4, then 2, and wondered if I should try to get shelter or if I was just overthinking things. Finally I saw another racer, and was able to have some company during the long hike-a-bike section to get up the final push. When I reached the top, it was beautiful and the views off the exposed rock were incredible. However, I knew I couldn’t waste any time in the storm, so I half rode/half ran down the trail and back under the cover of trees. My brakes were no longer working well, and much of the time I had to run my bike over rock gardens since I had no braking control.

Processed with VSCO with g3 presetWhen I reached the bottom of the trail and was back on fire road with 12 miles to go, I was so grateful to not be in the thick of the storm and on top of the mountain. Even though my body was exhausted and I was soaked to the bone, I couldn’t stop smiling. When I reached the final aid station, I knew I didn’t have much more. The last trail felt like the longest one of my life, and my poor bike creaked and grinded with every pedal stroke against the rain and gritty mud I had subjected it to all day. Once I made it back to the top of Clawhammer, I knew it was all downhill to the ranger station and finish line. I had been out there for 7 hours, with a 6 ½ hour ride time (not counting the river crossings, fallen tree navigation, and aid station pit stops). Crossing the finish line late that afternoon was the best feeling, filled with both relief and accomplishment.

I was able to finish in 2nd place, and received a cool belt buckle and embroidered patch. At the moment though I was most excited about the post-race burrito I got, and even took a quick river bath to get as much of the dirt and mud off as I could. It was certainly an epic day, and gave me a lot of practice with my technical skills through the mud, wet rock gardens, creek crossings and rooty descents. It was an action-packed and fun weekend, but those are the experiences that make me appreciate rest days spent curled up with a book even more. Thankful for my supporters helping me get through races like these and looking forward to hopefully carrying these fitness gains into the rest of the season!

(Bootlegger photos from Mario Quivera- Super Cycling and Pisgah 55.5k photos from Steve Barker- Icon Media Asheville)

Relieved to make it to the finish after an exciting day!
The new Pisgah “55.5k” course 

Marathon Mountain Bike Nationals

Second place Marathon MTB Nats Women 19-29!

Yesterday I ate 5 energy gels, drank 4 bottles of water, was 3 minutes off first place, ran over 2 snakes, and finished my 1stMarathon Mountain Bike Nationals. It was 50 miles of hot and fast racing near De Gray Lake, Arkansas just outside of Arkadelphia. Before this year, I had never thought I would be able to race that long of a race, and especially not at the national level. Thanks to my coach Nina with Carmichael Training Systems, I’ve been pushing myself mentally and physically more than ever, and realizing how many barriers to racing were just in my head. I was happy to have done some of the 6-hour race series before this to get a feel for racing long distances, but this was a slightly different format since it was a set distance rather than how many laps you could do in a set time. I was shooting for a finish time around 4 hours, but wasn’t quite sure how to pace myself. The last race I did was a 30 mile XC race that was under 3 hours for me, but I was racing at threshold or red-lining the whole time. I figured that for this race I could probably go the same speed and just hang on for the last hour, but wow I underestimated the difficulty of the race.

When we started at 8:30 that morning it was the perfect temperature – warm enough for short sleeves but not hot yet. We started at a relaxed speed, pacelining for most of the 4 mile start loop and sizing each other up. No one wanted to make any moves that early on, but heading into the first lap one of the women made a pass to head into the singletrack first and I was able to follow in second place. My plan was to follow her and let her set the pace, saving any attacks until the second half of the race. The only problem was that we were going faster than the older men’s categories, but their field started before us. This meant we had to spend a lot of time and energy passing people on the narrow trail. In one technical uphill section, I went to pass a rider and clipped my bar on a tree at the edge of the trail, wiping out in front of everyone and causing a huge pileup. It was extremely embarrassing, especially so early in the race when everyone was trying to get positioned and we were all still together in a pack. Not to mention, this allowed the woman in front of me some time to get a gap on the rest of us. I got up as quickly as I could, ignoring the pain in my thigh from falling directly on the rocks. Filled with adrenaline from the race start and the crash, I raced up to catch and pass the lead woman, and then carried my momentum and got a small gap on the other riders.

Weldon Weaver captured some great mid race photos

Looking back, I shouldn’t have made an attack so early in the race, but I was feeling good and figured I should use that to my advantage, assuming I could make the other riders tire themselves out trying to catch up. What I didn’t realize was how much they were holding back. About 10 miles in at the first long climb, I was caught by a different rider in my field (I learned later her name was Staci). She passed and set a fast pace up the climb, but I held on because I didn’t want to miss my chance to be in the lead group. We passed several riders, gaining distance on the rest of the field, but with the day getting hotter and the pace getting faster, my heart rate quickly climbed to 185, then 190, then close to 200. As we finally reached the top, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold her pace the whole time, but luckily the trail leveled out and we had some respite from the intensity as the trail descended. Going through the first feed zone just 15 miles in she let up the pace a bit and I was able to catch my breath a bit and let my heart rate go back down. We rode together for the next ten or so miles, and I was enjoying myself once I wasn’t going all out to try to keep up. The singletrack was rocky and had rolling hills, reminding me of the trails back home. The views of De Gray lake were beautiful too, and every creek crossing gave a refreshing splash of water to give some relief from the heat.

The trails were beautiful and in great shape – got to pre ride the day before

As we caught another group of male riders on a hill around mile 23, Staci passed them but I got caught behind one of the riders as the trail narrowed too much to pass. She strategically attacked and was able to get a gap on me at the climb. I burned some energy trying to catch up, and could never get back on her wheel. Coming around for the second lap I was really feeling fatigued, and tried to continue eating to keep from bonking. Unfortunately, I dropped one of my water bottles into the woods with about 17 miles to go, and had to ration the water I had left until I could make it to the last feed zone. I tried to stay on the gas since I didn’t know where the third place rider was, but I could feel myself quickly fading. The last 10 miles of the race were the hardest of my life, but my goal was to see riders ahead of me and try to pick them off, getting space between myself and the rest of the women in my field. I ran out of water with 5 miles to go, and was relieved to see the finish line because it meant not only being done, but also getting water. I think I drank two full water bottles and a whole Gatorade within an hour of finishing, not realizing how dehydrated I had gotten. I was able to finish in second place after 4 hours and 20 minutes – even though I went into the race with the top step as my goal, Staci had a great ride and it was a well-deserved win. I’m hoping that I can finally beat this recent theme of 2ndplaces and will be setting my sights on XC nationals in West Virginia this July!

Grateful to make it to the finish, whew

Poor Zeb had been looking forward to this race all season, but he got two flat tires within the first 6 miles of the race and had to DNF. Luckily I got my flat tire out of the way during the pre ride the day before, and the guys at Orange Seal helped me out. I was lucky to have him in the feed zone though, and he greeted me at the finish line with snacks, water, and ice to help me cool down. I was also extremely grateful for the CTS team and the tent that they brought which kept our bottles in the shade during such a hot day. Overall, it was a great learning experience and I gained a lot of knowledge about pacing and nutrition techniques during a race of that length. It was an honor to race with fast women from around the country, and I am always grateful for this sport’s ability to take me to beautiful places and meet inspiring people. I am especially grateful to my J.A. King racing team for the support! Now for the fun road trip home – we already stopped in Hot Springs, AR on the way back to drink some “healing elixir” spring water. Maybe that will make us extra recovered in time for the next race 🙂

Taking the tourist route home through Hot Springs
Podium high-fives!

Bikes: The Relentless Pursuit of Balance

creek crossing on our Pisgah route

So far, I have really only used this blog to report on my races – however, while racing is challenging, exciting, and fun, it isn’t the only reason I’m passionate about bikes. Last weekend I was able to go on a long mountain bike ride with my dad, and it reminded me why I got hooked on this sport to begin with.

My dad turned 50 on Friday, and he isn’t much of a celebratory type. He usually keeps it quiet, enjoying cake and presents with the family, and often we eat his favorite meal of meatloaf. He would rather have a small family meal than get a big gift to celebrate, so I was surprised that he had an answer when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. He told me that to celebrate, the thing he wanted to do most was go on a long mountain bike ride in Pisgah National Forest.

My parents are the main forces behind me getting into mountain bike racing. Growing up, my dad was into adventure racing, where teams use orientation skills to find checkpoints on a map, and then get to those points by running, biking, or paddling. He took me on long rides in Dupont and Pisgah that pushed me, but he never pressured me to be competitive or do better. It was always for the challenge and fun of it. My mom also worked hard to organize youth mountain bike races for me to compete in, because she knew that biking was something that made me happy. My parents have always supported and encouraged me in the sport, and they still do today with my collegiate and open racing.

The idea of going on a long ride with my dad again was exciting – I hadn’t been home as much because of college and traveling a lot for races, so it had been a while since we rode together. Initially in life, the aspect of mountain biking that appealed to me most was the thrill of exploring a new place and feeling that sense of adventure on the trails. The route dad wanted to take was certainly an adventure, but I didn’t quite realize the extent of what we were getting into.

Dad wanted to drive to a trailhead in Marion, and ride a 25 mile route that would go up and over Wood Mountain on a bike-friendly section of the mountains to sea trail. He told me there would be about 3000 feet of climbing and maybe a couple sections where we’d have to push our bikes. Turns out he was 1200’ short on his elevation estimation, and we ended up carrying our bikes over fallen trees or pushing up extremely steep sections more than I could count. The whole ride took about 5 hours, but only 3 ½ hours of that was moving time. This was double the time I expected the route to take us, and not to mention I had my first cross country mountain bike race of the season the next morning, so this overdid it a bit for “openers”. The only prediction I was happy we proved wrong was his estimate that we wouldn’t get back to the car until dark. I underestimated how long it would take, how tired I would be, and how steep the trail was, but the most important thing I underestimated was how much fun we had.

Dad wanted an adventure for his birthday, and he sure got one – but I got a gift too. Not only was I able to spend a whole day in the woods on my bike with my dad, but I was also reminded why I spend so much time dedicated to this sport. With cycling, it’s easy to get caught up in numbers. I tend to be a fairly type A and anxious person, so numbers are something that I can quickly get hung up on. Is my heartrate in the right zone? Did that ride have a high enough miles-per-hour average? Do I weigh the right amount? Am I putting out enough power? Should I train more hours this week? Riding with my dad that day we were able to just think about the fun of biking in the moment, enjoy the weather, and relish the challenge of a long day spent navigating and riding.

Trying to reach the “right numbers” sometimes clouds the real reasons that I ride. Cycling is empowering, exciting, adventurous, scary, fun, tiring, and exhilarating. My bike has taken me to places I would have never gone to if not for the opportunity to race there, and training has pushed me beyond what I thought my limits were. My dad’s birthday ride wasn’t a particularly grueling day as far as “adventure rides” go. We rode hard, but we also stopped often, took snack breaks, snapped pictures, and joked throughout the ride. It didn’t end with some miraculous story of accomplishment or memorable tale of enduring a bad storm or mechanical issue. Instead, my dad’s birthday ride was important because amongst all the numbers and training and racing, it reminded me how crucial it is to go on rides just to remind myself of the adventure and love that make cycling worth it.

The car parked at the end of the trail was a welcome sight after a long day. We loaded up the bikes feeling accomplished, even though there had been no target heart rate reached or new power threshold set. I was told once that the act of riding a bike is just the relentless pursuit of balance, but that’s what all of life is in the end. You have to set aside time in life to devote to training, but too much focus on the numbers and you forget to live. On the drive back I was able to reflect on some of the opportunities that riding has given me, and about how biking enhances my quality of life by giving me both happiness and a continual push to be better. I feel lucky to be able to ride and race, having a support team that enables me to continue pursuing the balance of biking and living. Dad and I headed home that day sweaty, stinky, salty, and smiling.

up and over- lots of trees to add some technical elements 🙂
great mix of double track, single track, and hike-a-bike