Thought I'd share a little about my summer project. No it's not GIS or
software related - hence the "life" category tag.
Around May of this year, a co-worker (who shall remain unnamed since he
bailed on actually doing it) asked me if I'd be interested in doing the Laramie
Enduro mountain bike race. Now, I'm not a "racer" by any means, but I'd heard
about this event in the past and thought it sounded like an "interesting" ride.
About all I knew is that friends had said it was "long", and it was in
Wyoming.
A little background - the Laramie
Enduro is a 70 mile / 111 kilometer mountain bike suffer-fest, held at the
end of July (hot) just east of Laramie Wyoming. In the abstract, 70 miles sounds
long, but still not to bad. Throw in the fact that it's all dirt, about half single track, at least 7,500 feet in elevation with 6700 feet of climbing, and
it gets a little more daunting. Add to that conversations with various friends
who are serious cyclists, and who say this is a very hard ride, and you start to
get a little worried. After a lot of training (~600 miles) I got up to doing 55
mile rides on a regular basis, at which point I realized that 70 miles was
indeed very long. Very very long. For those
interested in checking it out, here's a link to some KML on Google
Maps showing the course.
Fast forward to last Saturday, July 28,2007 - race day. The short story is
that I finished in an unremarkable 9 hours and 30 minutes total time, with a
riding time of just over 8:30. The longer story involved getting up at 5:00am,
making poor breakfast choices, much internal debate about pulling out of the
race at the last few aid stations, consuming more Gu than I thought was
possible, and a furious ride up the final, dreaded "Headquarters Hill" when I
found out (by riding up half of it without realizing I was on it) that it was
much much easier than the hills I'd been training on (fyi - if you're in Fort
Collins, ride Michaud as a prep for this race).
Overall, this was easily the hardest thing I've every done, yet, I'm already
planning on doing it next year and plotting out more appropriate training
rides.
One thing that I realized, in reflecting back on this, is that the hardest
part for me was dealing with the "psychic weight" of not knowing what was coming
up next. Aid stations were spaced about 10 miles apart. You could pull out at an aid station with little risk, but if you were out on course and bonked, cramped up, got hurt etc, it could be a few hours before anyone got to you. Since the latter sounded extremely unpleasant, I was leaning to pull myself out at each station. Yet, within minutes of leaving the station this fear melted away, and I knew I would make it to the next station just fine.
Yet, the
unknown aspect was making me ride very conservatively - never pushing too hard
for fear that I'd have tapped out all my reserves prior to "Headquarters Hill". Anyhow - most of this is for those who know me, and those who may Google for the Laramie Enduro looking for info, but I did briefly think about trying to tie this anxiety of the unknown back to software
development, but I think I'll leave this as a pure "life" posting.