I took Friday off to be able to grocery shop, pre-ride and prepare all the things I needed to do a 12 hour race. I set up my tent and canopy to get a good spot on the course. It was of course, raining and I forgot my raincoat. I went to Walmart and did my shopping. Then I headed home and made some sandwiches cut up some fruit, cooked some pasta and got ready to head back out for a pre-ride. One more lap of pre-riding the course brought my total to 5 laps of the course in the two weeks leading to the race. I picked up my registration packet and headed back home to shower and go pick Kelsey up. We went to The Trek Store to buy one more pair of shorts. You can never have too many biking shorts. Then home to pack for the race. I live 15 minutes from 9 Mile but when I got the back of the Durango packed you might have thought 2 people were going racing and camping for a whole weekend. I guess it is better to have too much than not enough, even though that is not what I tell Carrie when we pack for WORS races.
Saturday morning and my alarm was set for 7:00 a.m. and yet my eyes were wide open at 5:18 A.M. I was sure that paired with going to bed late and not being able to sleep that great would be the perfect pairing for 12 hours on the bike. I headed out to 9 Mile at about 7:30 a.m. to set everything up while Kelsey and Carrie got ready to come later with Lori. Kelsey was hanging out with Lori to see a movie, etc. so she didn't get bored waiting for her dad to turn lap after lap. I guess the movie G-Force was good but all I saw were trees, people, trees, racers, men in kilts cheering, yes KILTS, trees, finish line, start area, my pit, repeat 6 times.
The 11 a.m. start was nearing and bang, the cannon goes off and the LeMans style start has everyone do about a 1/3 mile run to their bikes which were standing in racks. My number was 242.
I'm not much of a runner but I think I managed to take off in the middle of the pack hop on my bike and race to the log jam at the beginning of the singletrack where we had to wait for the racers to enter one by one. Once we came out of the first section of singletrack there was a long section of ski trail to start some passing. I was doing pretty good, passing here and there only to keep telling myself that I was riding too fast. Into the next singletrack still slightly backed up so at least I got a little rest. Back out into the ski trails for a long stretch with some uphill climbs. Then downhill past the guys in kilts. Lap one had one of them digging a big hole and using the dirt to build a jump. The rest....cheering and drinking. Flower trail had another slight back up of people trying to get through the rocks. Once again out onto a 1+ mile section of ski trail that has the steepest climb on the course but ends with a nice long downhill. Into Ho Chi Minh and more rocks. My best judgement was to walk some of these sections and avoid falling this early or pinch flatting a tire. More sections of single track and ski trail and then a nice 29 mph downhill gravel road. Across Red Bud road, past the water station, cheering people and loud music which is always a plus. More sections of single track and back across Red Bud road with about 1 mile left to the finish and by finish I mean the start of lap 2.
Laps 1 and 2 were fairly fast paced for me with times in the 1 hour 20-25 minute range for the 14+ mile lap. Lap 3 would be quite a bit longer with a series of cramps in my inner thighs slowing me down. Salt tablets from an EMT helped out and laps 4 and 5 were faster again. Lap 5 appears slower in time because I ate and refilled my water at the beginning of my laps with the clock running and I took a longer than normal break at the start of lap 5.Lap 6 was in the dark and included 3 hard crashes that made up my mind that I was done when I got back in just to be safe. I went down on my way through some rocks to get into Flower Trail and cracked my elbow up. Gary Esko rode up behind me later and let me know I was bleeding. No time or place to fix it then anyway. The next crash was my own fault trying to line up for a good line through some rocks on Ho Chi Minh. My bars clipped a tree and on my back I went. Crashing gets old fast and it makes it hard to get up and ride fast again. The last time was just a wash out of the front tire on a root. Any other time I could have pulled the bike back into shape but I was too tired. It was amazing how good it felt to lay on the ground. When I got back to the timing tent I scanned my card and handed it in. I had another hour left to start a lap but I wouldn't have been able to finish safely or with any lights left. I guess one plus was that I got to have a beer about 2 hours sooner than I thought.
Racing and riding in the dark are fun and it makes for some cool camera effects.
See below for my riding/racing buddies times along with mine. Gary Esko, Bryan Lau and Dan Schuster. They also added some competition to the race because even though it was about racing myself I think everybody always wants somebody else to try to beat. There were 58 total riders in Men's 12 Hour Solo. Finishing in the top half of the field was better than I thought I would do.
Next year I'm not sure if there will be another 12 Hour Solo attempt because there is some talk of the 4 of us doing a 4 Man 24 Hour Team. That sounds like a lot of fun to me!
