Sunday, September 22, 2013

2013 Xterra USA National Championship


2013 XTERRA USA Championship   

1.5k swim / 28k mountain bike / 10k trail run


After 1.5k (May have been more because the buoys drifted) of swimming at 5000 feet of elevation and 3400 feet of elevation gain in 18 miles of biking and then 700 feet of gain in 10k of running I finished in 3hrs and 55 minutes to take 9th in my age group. Not bad for a Floridian from the sea level :) It was a tough race to be in for a flat-lander...

Our day started early on Wednesday morning when our alarm went off at 4 am.

Family Portrait

We headed for the airport and had a whole day of travel ahead. After a long and bumpy flight to Salt Lake City and an hour ride to the condo we still had to put my bike together so I could get some riding in.

Going up the Wheeler

Time went by so quickly that by the time we got to the trails whole canyon was filled with shadows and really cold air. I managed 30 minutes of riding and I quickly noticed how short of breath I was with not even putting much effort into my riding. I was tired and done for the day. It was me, my husband and his mom and later in the day our friend Scott also arrived, the only other racer besides me from the Sunshine State. It was not in the plans before but we both got a notice that the next morning some great pros were going to have a group ride. I didn’t think it was going to be possible since I knew we were going to be exhausted from the work, travel etc.  But somehow we managed to get up, thankfully we had a nice breakfast on the table ready thanks to my husband’s mom and we actually made it to the top of Snowbasin on time for the group ride. We rode today the whole Sardine Peak Trail and even though the climbing is persistent and just doesn’t let go even for a second, we had a pretty good time and once we got to the top the sky did open up and the views from there were just spectacular.


Group Ride with Pros: Josiah Middaugh, Nicolas Lebrun, Adam Wirth and few minutes later caught up with us Emma Garrard.

Downhill part of the Sardine trail is really fast and fun and it makes you wish that there would be an easy way to get up there to do it again and again. After the ride Scott and I decided to bike a little more and go to the Middle fork trail for some more downhill action. We also went later on for the swim, which was cold but nothing close to what it was going to be two days later. I was happy to deploy my husband on some of the downhill parts of the trail system here, since this is what he enjoys the most and thankfully he was not disappointed. It seemed that we all did what we could to preview as much of the course as possible and prepare for the race. Now there was just one more formality to be done…


Sollie overlooking East Fork Trail

The Race

We had to wake up quite early on race morning. After all, there was two transitions to be set up which were some 18 miles in distance and 2 thousand feet in height apart. Still a dark sky and mountains were lit up by the giant full moon and the reflection of it on the surface of the reservoir far below our condo…  It was a cold morning and I could not say I was at ease. Not many words would come to me while we were driving in the day waking up from the darkness to set up T1 at the race start.

T2 at Snowbasin Resort


After we found parking in the field we had to carry the bikes and keep them off the ground to avoid punctures from goat-head thorns.  The temperature hovered today around 47 degrees but for some reasons I didn’t feel uncomfortably cold. Shortly after, we headed for a 20 minute ride to set up T2 all the way up the mountain in the base of Snowbasin resort. It was always great to see Dan Hugo also preparing for his race. This didn’t take long and in just a few minutes we were heading back down to the race start.  By the time I did my warm-up, stood in some port-a-potty lines, and made sure my transition was set the way I wanted it to be it was time to rush down to the marina and hop to the lake. Apparently all this time I thought we had went by in the blink of the eye and I had maybe 2-3 minutes in the water before we were asked to prepare for the race start.

Always I happen to find this Polish Flag! :-)


I had an idea where I wanted to position myself at the start; amazingly I happened to stand right between Ben Allen and Kristine Jeffrey (Big Fish), the two best swimmers on the Xterra circuit. It wasn’t long and they went off, Pro start was only a minute ahead and we were shortly to go after, all four hundred of us.




This is the only part of the race that I was not looking forward to. The water today was cold, very cold and I could feel this uncomfortable stream of coldness running down my spine when I was trying to warm up.

Pineview's "Red carpet"

It was nothing close to what we experienced two days ago during our practice.
The lake was brown, dark, cold and buoys were set awfully far… I was trying to have no feelings and thoughts and just pretend like I’m going for any other swim.

Just seconds later I was about to find out how different this swim was going to be from all the other ones...


Yep, beautiful morning glare. It's little tough to spot small yellow buoy which keeps on drifting away when no colors are present...
The gun went off. Just moments later seemed like someone impatiently just swam over me. I didn’t get disturbed by that and just tried to sight for the first buoy, which really was not visible at that point in the race from the swimmer’s perspective.  I probably got somewhere half way to the first buoy when I experienced, for the first time ever during the swim, a cramp in my calf. I don’t remember if someone pushed on my leg down and I had to kick harder to get myself back level but it happened. Not much later I started feeling like all the warmth just rushed away from me and my head felt now very cold and I was becoming more and more woozy, dizzy and uncomfortable in this water. Flipping on the back didn’t solve the problem and made me breath even more intensely and uneasy and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I veered off course and just swam to the first kayak I could and decided to hold on. I just stayed there, tried to relax, talked to the person inside. I looked back and I was ready to quit, I was still far away from the first buoy and already so uncomfortable. I am not sure what in me made me do it but I decided to keep on swimming. After finally reaching the buoy which was completely for some reasons so much further to the left than I anticipated I got the same cramp in the other leg. I would find out the hard way that I will be getting them; left and right with very little break in between for some mysterious reasons for the whole swim today.  Somehow I managed to keep on swimming however and now was determined to finish the first lap.


I wanted to see this finishing shoot and the 3rd buoy so badly, after that however I had no plan. I was most of the lap 50/50 if I should just go out to the shore or keep going. The idea of getting out when I was just 30 feet away from the green carpet and just rushing to my husband’s arms instead of enduring this misery felt just so good… I told myself that it was fine, things do happen, we can just take our bikes and go out and enjoy ourselves, we still can make this whole trip worthwhile. I stuck my head out and looked for him on the shore but I couldn’t spot him. I was approaching the buoy and was slowly and slowly going around it with such hesitance; I still really didn’t want to go for the second lap. But I kept circling it and shortly I was facing once again the deep part of the unfriendly reservoir. After reaching the furthest buoy once again I realized how cold and dizzy I was getting, I hoped I had more protection from this cold on my head and maybe this would make my swim completely different from what it was. I was not tired, my strokes were smooth, but something was just very, very off. I went for the kayak once again and later on another time. I had an amazing lady who understood what I was going through and offered to follow me in her kayak for a big chunk of my second lap. I cramped again and again and some point so badly that I could hardly move my leg. I was also afraid of going unconscious from this cold and that’s why I asked to be watched. I can’t even describe how grateful I am by this amazing volunteering woman who kept an eye on me for such a long time.

Every few strokes I would just look to the left and she would always be there. It was such a comforting feeling that I needed so badly during those tough times. I was maybe some 50 meters away from the shore when a final monstrous cramp kicked in in my right calf, I raised my head and just said “ouch, ouch”, lady asked me if I wanted hold on once again and I said no thank you I just want to finish this thing. And I did, I finally made to the shore in what happened to be the longest swim in my entire life… I was so happy to reach the Xterra exit shoot and I just looked back and thanked the amazing volunteer for what she did today for me…




In the meantime a few things happened that I found out a little later about. Apparently our buoys did drift away quite a great amount and instead of swimming 1.5 k and equivalent to 1 mile, we swam approximately 2.3 k which comes up to 1.45 miles! That’s a lot of swimming if you ask me. A few people mentioned the incident and swim finishing times confirmed that.

When I finally reached the carpeted 200 meter run up the boat ramp we went by a group of little kids reaching their little hands to the swimmers who were going by. It was cute and I was not going to miss on that and I did high five a few kiddos. Right after that my husband mentioned that our friend Scott had a shoulder problem and was pulled out of the water. This was very unfortunate.







When I got to the T1 however I saw his bag neatly packed and the bike was gone. Of course there was an ocean of white plastic bags in the whole transition since I obviously didn’t have a stellar swim with my 48 minute performance, when during normal (warmer water) race I’m in the 28 minutes timeframe. It was great to be finally on the bike however, which was my domain and I told myself that definitely I was not going for a win here, not even podium and it was completely fine, but I was going to give myself the pleasure of riding my own race and trying to enjoy it from now on and see what I can still do. I was cold, but not super cold, I must say I kind of enjoyed the freshness that I would not feel in a standard Floridian race…  After two minutes of biking through the brush we were spilled into the road for some 1.5 miles. I felt good, started picking up speed and passing groups of riders. I even had my husband cruising in the car next to me giving me further updates on Scott. He was already on the trails and 8 minutes ahead of me. That gave me something else to focus on and see if I will be able to catch up somewhere during the race…




Wheeler canyon was full of riders, this is the first time when I decided to try my sweet little bell that my husband got for me here in the local shop in Eden (Diamond Peak) and put on my handlebar. The canyon is wide and really you can pass wherever you want but I just wanted to test it…  By the way, the crew in the LBS here was super friendly and informative, really great guys!

This first section of 2 miles on this rocky trail felt the most tiring to me. My legs felt heavy and not ready for much. It was impossible to go fast here or push so I just settled on a rhythm and didn’t care much if I was passing or getting passed.












Than we crossed the road and went to the East Fork Trail which consisted of the single track which headed further up, with small whoopee up and down sections which I happily welcomed…

We passed a few bridges and the trail finally headed down. By then I was already going by groups after groups of riders. I admit I had quite a good time. With every passing minute I was picking off more and more riders, especially on the rocky downhill gardens where I kept repeating the phrase from Lesley “loosey goosey” to remind myself to relax and let the bike flow over obstacles.





 

My bell also did awesome job saving me some talking energy, I would just go “ding ding, on your left, thx” and be done quickly with every pass, well until I met up with the guy with a similar bell on his bike and we went the “ding ding crazy” there for a while just for the fun of it.


I got through the little wooden staircase which was not a very big deal as long as you stay to the left on the smaller steps. I still felt good and shortly was at the bottom of the long and what seems never ending Sardine Peak Trail which went up 1500 feet in matter of 4 miles. That’s a lot of climbing. Now we were in the smooth, facing up single track, tucked away in beautiful almost fall colored tree cover. That was the time to just look down, grind you teeth and keep on spinning, there was no other way about it.






I wanted to make sure all my nutrition was done by the time I reached the peak and by the mileage on my GPS it seemed like I was almost there. For a split second the forest canopy opened up and this amazing view of half of the mountain with a tiny person on the bike zooming across the ridgeway revealed upon me. Shoot, I still had at least a mile and a half to go up, I was still way below. Once in a while I would see a person that reminded me of my friend, but each time it was someone else.

Finally, maybe half a mile from the top there was a group of riders and I spotted his green helmet.







I smiled and just lightly rung my bell so he can recognize me. I was happy to see him and he was having a good ride, since I was almost on the top I pushed a little more and went by as many people as I could in order to have freedom of riding my own pace on the amazing downhill section. The panorama from the top was just spectacular, blue sky, full sun on, golden trees and just the vast of space, mountains and this incredibly strong wind. I was hoping it would not blow me away from the ridge when I was jetting down the mountain. Thankfully I had only one person in front who didn’t affect much my riding speed down and also one person behind who was completely happy with my speed, therefore I could just enjoy the moment and something that felt like my own downhill solo ride. The trail, after a while, turned into trees to even a faster section full of smoothness, some roots to watch for, switchbacks and soft corners. Otherwise it was an amazing fly zone and my eyes covered with glasses were tearing underneath them from all this speed.




I loved it!  Every part of this trail was superb.  After reaching some sharp rock gardens on the flat section of the downhill the single track continued, this time it was more technical, rocky, and soft and eventually we got to the gravel downhill which led us to the final technical trail the Maples and to the transition. I need to admit, I loved my bike today, and she was perfect, she rode like a charm; it was fun and a pleasure to ride her on those trails.  I was a little shocked with it since usually I much more prefer a more technical course definitely with less climbing to what we had to do here today.








When I was flying out the final trail I was happy to see my husband standing on the side with his camera. I didn’t feel done with the bike yet but it was time to transition to the run. I kind of missed my spot with my shoes; I had different towel colors in two transition areas therefore I was looking for the wrong one. I corrected my mistake quickly however and dropped off my bike and headed out T2.






 


The hill that was waiting for us in the beginning of the run was lightly put brutal. It was a gravely double track that headed straight up on a steep angle and seemed to be never ending. It lasted for a good three quarters of the first mile. I managed to keep moving forward on it taking one little step at the time until it turned to the left and there was another gravel road heading even higher. I gave up there for a minute and walked, kind of just like the rest of the runners around me did. To my happiness I finally reached the single track, which was quite technical and rocky. I was feeling good once again. In my self-talk I told myself how much I liked my Salmons Mantras and how good they were performing on this rocky terrain. I was so grateful to also have the Salmon 50 ml flask with me and kept sipping from it. Life was good and when I looked to the left I had this gorgeous view of the mountains all around and below, I was super high up. I really didn’t feel any pressure from the racers since at that point there was really not that many people that really were way faster and needed to pass and also not many people to be passed by me since I was not the super - fast runner, just the average one.

I would be picking off slowly person by person here and there and be passed by one here and one there but nothing major. Things were going good up to the mile 2 marker at the point when I finished my water. Also at the same time a ligament right above my left inner ankle started to hurt and tense up. Oh boy, the 2-3 mile seemed to be the longest… This 3 mile marker felt like it would not be early enough; I was very thirsty now, kept hurting more and more and was getting inpatient. I found out that other runners had the same issue, we were told there would be 4 different water stations on the run but I didn’t count that many. When I finally got to one on the mile four I asked volunteer to refill my flask while I was drinking my water from the cup. Xterra volunteers are simply the best!  It worked out well and took only a few seconds and I was on my way once again. Unfortunately at this time not only my left ankle was hurting so badly that I was on the edge of limping and now my right ankle started doing the same thing. All I could hope for is that the uphill running was going to finally end and maybe than my feet will get some relief. By now I really wanted to be sure I will finish my race even if it was going to be me walking it to the finish line. After what seemed to be an eternity of pain and climbing the mountains I could hear and see the Snowbasin resort below. Now the trail turned completely and started heading down. I was tired but I was also super grateful for this much needed change. I started gaining speed and flying down. With every turn and new section I was also picking off more and more runners. The ankles also felt better now since the angle changed. It was a long way down but finally did come to the end and it felt great to approach the long awaiting finish lane. Almost like in Maui, with not much warning I got very emotional while crossing the finish. It was this train of everything you trained for months and years, all the hopes, expectations, all the pain, mental challenges, all the unknown, today’s fatigue, it all culminated in this brisk moment once again.





I had a long day today. I was quickly to find out that I raced even longer than I did in World Championships in Maui. It took me 3:55 minutes to finish the race and 48 of it was during the swim part which recently I manage to get around 28 minutes during the standard 1.5 k races.

I was racing against the whole West Coast with the strongest mountain girls what seemed like on the circuit, while I was coming from the land of few feet of elevation in the highest spots. It was impossible for me to be as competitive as I would want to, therefore it was more about being there than actually being there and doing awesome. I managed however to have a pretty good bike time considering I was riding at altitude and mostly uphill. Therefore having the 36th best bike split including Pro women and 17th in all amateur women did come as a nice surprise.




I placed 9th in my age group and was 27th overall age grouper for women and I don’t consider it nor the major success nor failure, I rather take it as an experience which I come to accept and don’t over-analyze. Sometimes things get out of our control and it is just not worth replaying it again and again but rather better to just move on and focus on the future.

Ogden is very different to where I come from; it’s a small city with a special character and kind welcoming people. The harvest moon festival in the city center was very enjoyable, live music was playing, families and kids were dancing; we had some pretty awesome local pizza and some cool beer that went well with it. On the main stage the top age groupers were presented and some Pros. Unfortunately we had still a long evening of packing ahead of us and early morning flight back to Florida instead of a well-deserved rest.  Often I think that us, age groupers have a way tougher then the pros do. We rush straight from full time jobs to trainings, to races, than back to work with hardly any time in between; trying to constantly juggle the regular life with the life of the athlete. Our body takes a toll, our mind takes a toll. It is a very exhausting process that can hurt greatly along the way. There are however uncounted joys that this sport brings us, the camaraderie and competition better that you can ask for, events that take us to so many weird, different, extreme and otherwise maybe never visited by us places. All of it while having a great time, enjoying life, family, friends, nature and its wonders and often being stunned by our own strength and unexplainable drive to be better each time we compete.


And maybe that’s why we just keep coming back for more…


Race course map

QUICK STATS

Swim course distance: 1,500-meters (0.93 miles) Combines two 750-meter laps (no run in-between)


Elevation at Port Ramp Marina for swim start:  4,900-feet
Water temperature: 60 degrees F
Mountain bike course distance: 28-kilometers (17.7 miles)
Total climbing on bike: 3,400-feet
Elevation at highest point: 7,300-feet (where Sardine Peak Trail meets the ridgeline)
Elevation at T2/Snowbasin Resort Lodge: 6,400-feet
Trail Run course distance: 10-kilometers (6.4 miles)
Total climbing on run: 700-feet
Total climbing on course: 4,100-feet

Small preview video from the race: 2013 XTERRA USA Championship





Monday, September 2, 2013

Extreme 1.5k Ocean Swim Race - Pompano Beach, Florida


This is my second year taking part in the Open Water Challenge. The race once again was truly beautifully organized by the Pompano Beach Piranhas. I highly recommend it to anyone who wanted to test themselves in an open water setting.  And you could not ask for a more gorgeous morning with a few pinkish clouds above the horizon and very clear, warm and calm ocean.

When I went to warm up I didn’t want to stop swimming it was so peaceful and you can see the tiny sand waves on the bottom right below you during the whole course. You just felt very serine and safe and didn’t have to be bothered by the fact that it was a race. Even though as every swim race or triathlon race it will start a little chaotic (my husband Pax said "It was on like Donkey Kong"); however in less than the minute you will be just doing your own thing and just thinking of proper technique, distance, of how you feel, if you are holding the proper line etc. It’s simply you, few buoys and the ocean.




Little memories however kicked back very quickly form the previous year where right after the start one of my goggles accumulated quite a good amount of salt water in them and I decided not to bother and fondle with the goggles during the swim and just dealt with it throughout the race. Next thing was the warmth of the water which started getting to me maybe half way through the first stretch to the furthest buoy. It was getting warmer and warmer and I become thirstier and thirstier with every passing minute. I completely didn’t remember it until I experienced it once again this time around.




So those three elements were kind of bothersome and would pop up in my mind often. Besides that it was kind of difficult to draft since everyone had their own pace, after the turn I had a guy zigzag in front of me and when he crosses his feet would each time just lightly tap on my nose. I got tired of it and didn’t want to risk getting kicked hard in the face and just swam away further to the side to don’t get bothered anymore.


 

The swim was long and at some point I wished that the 500m buoy was the 750m but it wasn’t and coming back and trying to see through only one performing goggle with an already tired engine was quite challenging.

 


I barley could see the end buoy and mostly followed swimmers in front which were easier to spot. When I was close enough I finally saw it and was quite happy about it and that I was almost done, the little buoy however that we had to go around for the final turn was really hardly visible at that point but I found it. After reaching the shore there was still a section of beach run which we had to cover and it was quite tiring.




After all it seems that I improved my time from the previous year by 2.5 minutes and finally reached the 28 minute mark for 1500m swim. I am quite happy with this result. Once again I and my husband had great time and didn't regret for a second loosing some sleep over it...




Video of the Race...









Sunday, September 1, 2013

South East Regional Champion in Xterra



After two years of training and racing Xterra I’m very happy and honored to see my name on the list with the other best in the country and very talented athletes. Something that just not that long ago seemed like an impossible dream now turned into a definite reality.



When you make your way to Ogden Utah for the Xterra National Championship you are going to be awarded Lei flowers and Regional Championship jersey during Night of Champions dinner.
Me and my Pax at Night of Champions dinner






Thursday, August 8, 2013

ProGold Bike supplies




If you want to have a clean bike just like mine always is, stop off at a local bike shop and pickup some ProGold supplies or visit them online at http://bikes.progoldmfr.com/






Thursday, July 25, 2013

Night ride at Quiet Waters with Light and Motion


Nothing less than a great fun ride with bunch of bike loving people. Turnout was great, tons of coolest and fast ladies. It was just exactly what I needed after my trip to Pennsylvania. All I can say that nothing is more relaxing, distressing, and enjoyable than just getting your bike out and riding with your friends and making new ones, add to it a night aspect and you are set for an evening of adventure. My light was so sweet that I was riding on the lowest setting and had plenty amount of light. It was a great nigh! Sing me in for the next one!!!








 
















Monday, July 15, 2013

Mountain Bike National Championships - Bear Creek, PA


8th place finish in Women Expert (Cat 1) with many solid and experienced racers in the class...


Products used: 2013 Specialized Stumpjumper 29'er HT from Bike Tech Miami with a 1x10 setup. S-works Prevail Helmet, S-works shoes, Schwalbe Racing Ralphs 2.1, 2.35 with Stan's Race Gold wheelset, Syntace handlebars, Seatpost and Stem , ESI Grips, Magura MT8 Brakes,  Xpedo M-Force 8 Ti pedals, Clif Shot Gels and Garden of Life every day of my life now - Thanks...


It was a very humbling experience on very rocky and technical course.

Once again thx to my lady luck this season it rained the night before. The endless amount of rocks and boulders previously very intimidating but rideable now become all greasy and slick.

Bikes were skidding left and right with little or no warning. It was a though race with all the factors included of heat (93F), amount of climbing (2 thousand feet) and insanely rocky and difficult descents. I'm happy however that I had an opportunity to take a part in such a prestigious race, challenge myself and what is the most important to finish.

A lot of riders were not that lucky and it was probably the highest DNF number in the history of biking championships.

Me and my Pax representing Bike Tech

Experience of Racing in Cross Country Mountain Biking National Championships I would describe with one word only: humbling, very humbling, so humbling.

Whatever you thought of yourself as a rider, racer, of your skills, endurance and abilities got quickly snapped off, crumbled and thrown out the window like an old race number that you don’t care for any longer.

No matter how many races or whole race series you completed before, on how many different terrains you rode in how many parks and states and how good you did, here you had to start from scratch. All of it in the moment your front tire hit the single track, did not matter anymore.

I went to the race with clear knowledge that I was jumping into deep water. After all I just finished season racing as a Cat2 racer and was only able to ride in one qualifying race as a Cat 1 rider. Obviously I didn’t have the skill or experience of a true Cat 1 rider yet and there were plenty of those there who had. Amazing and fast ladies who I had the opportunity to meet and ride with were solid and experienced racers, they competed for years in national events and some of them rode for decades as experts. One thing however that we all had in common has been the fact that we all agreed that the course was like nothing anyone has ever seen before… It was extremely technical, rocky, bumpy, and difficult to ride on… Actually it was the most technical national championship course ever designed.

We arrived relatively late to the race venue. First time I was able to pre-ride the course was during the Thursday evening practice. It was pretty much coming off the plane, driving some half an hour to the hotel, building my bike up (thank you my pit crew Pax!) and driving another 45 minutes to the resort.

Since northeast was experiencing an agonizing heat wave at that time I felt like I walked into a sauna when we arrived in Pennsylvania. We were overwhelmed by the heat and were melting like little popsicles.  Like it or not it was time to ride… In an instance the course headed upwards, first uphill was a true leg burner, after that we had super bumpy and rocky single track that was trickling up and up. It was a very challenging trail. One of the rock gardens was so long and so wet that after attempting to ride it up five times and huffing and puffing I simply gave up. When things got slightly easier and we were still heading uphill the trail suddenly turned to the right and I experienced my first “aww” moment. I stood there like a deer in headlights wondering what they expected of me as a rider to do now. It was some 20 feet long heading slightly downwards ocean of big rocks, spaced just enough and tall enough that your tire would almost never hit the dirt, but the rocks were in so many different shapes and sizes and were sticking up like sails on the water. After hanging there in disbelief I saw people approaching it and riding it and somehow making it through. Seeing person after person riding the section I really had to talk myself into riding it and thankfully I did and even though I was very scared, I managed to stay upright.

What followed was pretty much what seemed like a never ending climb that actually did end on some 3 mile mark on the top of the chairlift. The final pitch up was brutal and stung greatly, there was not much time for celebrating and the course in an instant turned downwards. This is where the worst and most technical parts of the course were hiding… It would take a whole book to describe the trails that followed. What I remember from it the most is the rocks, more rocks and piles of never ending rocks. You are holding your bars as hard as you can and this time around not with enjoyment, and cool speed and awesome flow like you normally do on your local rides. This time you are holding on to your bike like a little baby that needs a mother’s hug and your bike only thrashes, kicks and shakes around the course like a crazy donkey which is really not having great day…




And then you get to dip in the trail and an uphill rocky passage that takes you to a man-made bridge with wire on it and is some 40 feet long and aims downwards to a spilled rocky river. After that we have more rocks and rock gardens (well whole trail system is a rock garden and if someone really wanted they could build whole village of those rocks instead of keeping them on the trail) and the two tricky and steep drops. One was loose and steep and ended with boulders on the bottom, second started smooth, but ended with double boulder drop off that ended on the wooden bridge when you hit the ground. On this second one, your front and back wheel hits and bounces off different boulders and the same time and this is not fun feeling when you are on a steep angle heading down.  You pretty much look like a crazy frog hopping up and down, difference is you are not a frog and you are on the bike…



Then there were more rocks, bridges, giant wet root bounds, boulders to squeeze in between and go over, sickly intimidating boulder gardens… It never ended. All those 6.5 miles that normally you would have done in no time felt like I rode at least 21 and took me so long that I got back before dark all “humbled” almost 3 hours later… Thankfully at some point of my adventure I met this cool gal Susan which I had a good time with and we rode together to the end of the day…

When I got to the hotel I couldn’t even talk, I didn’t want to talk, and I was lost for words. I thought I was not going to take part in this race, I didn’t feel it, I didn’t understand it, I didn’t feel comfortable on it, I couldn’t get speed or experience flow. There was no zone and definitely no race zone there for me. I couldn’t believe it, I was stunned, and I didn’t feel like a biker anymore…  It was a very sad and “humbling” time for me…

But the sun did come up and there was another day. I decided to give it another try. Very luckily for me I was accompanied this time by an amazing coach and Pro rider Andy Johnston. His good and positive spirit allowed my mind to open up to possibilities. It was not always on the first try, but he assured me that I already had what it takes to actually ride this course and he just needed to pull it out and prove to me that I am capable rider. It felt good, very good, we practiced and by the end of the day I was able to ride a hundred percent of the course! I’m not going to say that I felt super comfortable on it, I still had a lot of fear and respect for it, but at least I could bike it fully…

Only bad part of it was that it was already Friday afternoon and I had a race Saturday morning. Like anyone can image after all this practice in heat, elevation and a bumpy course my body was already quite fatigued and sore. I knew I was not going to be as rested as I would want to be for the race.




And then Saturday comes… It was another hot (93F) and sunny day. We got to the race site and the energy level was high. Very quickly I went for a warm-up, the sun was beating down brutally and I felt I was just burning away. I saw how men cat 1 riders were suffering in this heat. Apparently we were supposed to bike 3 x 6.5 mile brutal laps but time for women’s start was getting closer and closer and it was taking over 3 hours for the guys to compete the race. At some point the race crew started pulling riders off the course. Our start was getting delayed. We circled the grassy field impatiently on our bikes waiting to be called into the shoot. This was an amazingly difficult ordeal since from 250 male riders that went out on the course today, 60 didn’t finish the race. The amount of heat exhaustion, mechanicals and injuries was truly overwhelming.


Also I just found out that it down poured the night before on the whole mountain and now all the rocks were as stated by the rider “greased up” and very difficult to ride on. This is the last thing that I really needed to hear after my crash only a month ago in Richmond and after getting stiches in my head because of the wet conditions on the course. At that split second I knew my race was going to be off, really off and even more difficult.

What I loved however that finally we got called in for staging, which is a fancy word for being positioned in your race group and given a number on your leg.  After that when you stay there all nervous and watch group by group being sent off to the start I heard my favorite song by Metric “Help I’m alive” and I had tears pulling from my eyes. My husband even ran over and asked if I heard it…



Next thing was a “call up” which is a very new thing for me and is super cool. Every seated (ranked) rider is being actually announced one by one and called to the start line. One after the other girls were pulling forward, I was the 4th racer that was called. You definitely feel important, almost as a pro in a moment like that. I’m very happy I got to experience it. This bliss didn’t last for too long however and shortly it was going to be all business from then on.  Not long after we heard "one minute to start", "thirty seconds to start", "fifteen seconds", oh your heart is pounding fast now, and we are off!

Too late now to change your mind, you are in the race, it will hurt and you know it…
There were quite a few moments that stuck in my memory from this adventure.

It started off with my foot not clipping in after the whistle went off. I was trying to plant it back in the pedal while other girls were flying by me. I definitely lost some time here. Clipped back in and stood up through two turns on the gravel to regain my position. Thankfully I was able to go by a few riders on the side and by the time we reached the first steep climb I was in the 6th position. The riding was not easy today especially after reaching the first single track that was made of mostly rock gardens and tree roots which were unfortunately wet today. It was a battle to keep pushing forward; it was dark under the dense foliage and glasses started to fog up slightly, tires were spinning on the wet rocks when you try to power through rock by rock to keep slowly moving forward and upwards.  This didn’t end almost until the top of the mountain where we had few openings with additional climbs and the last one that made some girls walk their bikes on the second lap. It was a quad burner! After three miles of huffing and puffing and the leg burn we reached the top of the mountain with a water station. Since I’m used to racing Xterras and we announce ahead of time to volunteers what we wanted to drink and they hand it to us I saw a guy next to the table and yelled “water please”. He looked at me like I was crazy, I kept staring at him and he didn’t even move an inch and he was way behind the table to far to hand me anything. Apparently I had to help myself and ride over and grab the little styrofoam cup filled with water and made an immediate right turn to the downhill part of the mean trail system.  Since I get cups in Xterras only during the running portion of the race and bottles during the bike leg it was weird to me and I was so exhausted that intuitively I took one sip from the cup and splashed the rest of the water on my overheated face. Just three seconds later I was regretting greatly the move, “holly shoot” I had wet face, wet glasses, yeah it did feel good for second but I couldn’t see well now and I just started riding over those giant boulders just protruding in every inch of the trail. You are running your back brake, skidding the wheel, maneuvering the front in between and over the rocks and after time your arms just start to hurt from all this goodness. This is where some riders made a pass on me, they just took off downwards like the rocks were not there! I wanted to ask, “Did you notice the rocks???” The lower I got on the mountain the more slippery those rocks were. I was sliding left and right hoping to stay wheels down but unfortunately I crashed. Later on in even muddier and more slippery section I crashed again. You could not take for granted any longer the smallest rock or root; it was like riding on an ice ring.

And also there was a very super rocky and technical section with two drops where all the fans congregated. Usually in Xterras I love to bike through the sections with the crowd, this time around actually since I was already irritated and beat by the course I got even more unhappy. I was frustrated that I couldn’t ride my race that nothing worked the way I would want to. It was mentally disarming.

I lost a good amount of time and went through the checkpoint and was off for the second lap. I think my climbing was still up to par, maybe just slightly off from the previous lap but descending definitely was not. This time around on the positive note I grabbed the cup on the top of the mountain, took a sip out of it and poured it over back of my neck… Lesson learned…

Something else that I recall from the race how nice, polite and kind the expert female riders were. The communication on the trails was very good and ladies had a very calm and super cool approach to racing and cooperating on the trails. I was so positively surprised with this.

Funny part is that the situation with water guy repeated. Maybe half way through the climb there was a water station in the open grassy area where what seems like a whole family was volunteering, dad, mom and son. I called once more “water please” thinking the guy on the top was a fluke. Everyone looked at me, the table was far off to the right so I would have to ride off the course to get the cap, the kind lady when she realized that I was serious rushed to me as quick and she could and dropped the cup right before being able to hand it to me. I kept on spinning up slowly and kept looking at the son and he finally grabs another cup and looks at me and I’m slowly getting further and further away, now I’m like five feet away, I looked one more time back with reaching my arm saying “would you mind handing it to me?”, there was no way I was going to turn around to go back for water. He did run up quickly and gave me the water, I was grateful, but it seems like I had a very unusual request. I guess bike racing is little different than triathlon, so I miss tri volunteers for that reason. 

So after falling previously and sliding on the smallest things on the first lap I took my time on the second lap. Was I happy riding way slower than I knew I could? Definitely not! But I really didn’t want to get seriously hurt, especially keeping in mind my crash from Richmond only a month ago. You don’t want concussion after concussion and this race was just asking for disaster. I had a moment after one of the falls when my bike started making a weird noise, it took me two stops to figure it quickly out and fix the problem. Thankfully it was nothing big and I could keep racing but I knew I was way further that I wanted to be…

Of course this race was filled with tons of people much better than me, especially on that day when only Pro and Cat 1 riders were racing. But to my honest surprise there were people just like me that didn’t have the best day on the mountain, people that struggled, and people that didn’t handle the course well, people that didn’t finish. At one of the climb I remember seeing a girl walking her bike in the opposite direction, I asked her if she was OK and she lifted her saddle in the air and smiled.  It was a tough day for everyone really. When I crossed the finish line I didn’t rush I just smiled. I was happy I made it, I went to hell and back and was still in one peace. I was happy I did finish and I didn’t give up.

Rich and I from NoTubes
The atmosphere at Bear Creek was energy filled. There were lots of bikes, pro teams, vendor tents and excited racers and their families. Every biker that crossed the finish line had their bike hand washed and was just allowed to rest and celebrate. All of it in beautiful setting of the mountain lodge on the bottom of the ski lift and instead of snow you could spot wild berries hanging off the branches and beautiful big blue butterflies flying around. What was neat also was the fact that I was able to meet in person and hang around with some of my sponsors. Bunch of really cool people got out to spend some time in Bear Creek this week. It was nice to see a great amount of Florida racers making the trip here. It was definitely an unforgettable experience and after all I’m very glad I was a part of it. Always big thanks to all my sponsors and my husband for all the help!!! It was great meeting Chase from the American Classic/Xpedo Team, Bruce from ProGold Lubricants and Rich from Stan’s Notubes… 

What we all need to remember from all of it, is that we always think that some neat things in life belong only to the chosen ones, professional athletes, to the amazing bikers that rode for teams for all their lives. But actually all of it is so far from the truth. You can be almost at any level and any ability and compete in quite amazing, prestigious and unforgettable events that one can often just dream of.

Chase and I from American Classic/Xpedo
Just two seasons ago I was a total noob, starting out my first biking season as a Cat 3 rider who just learned how to clip in and biked until than with my running Salomon’s on. Last season I raced as a competitive Cat 2 racer and was on top of my race group. And today, not that much later I am racing in Cat 1 National Championships. It’s quite insane if you ask me! I did dream however everything I do, because it’s how it all starts.

Everything in life is being born just from a small idea, little passion that all of us carry. I saw people competing in ridiculously awesome events and I told myself, “oh how amazing it would be to do something like this!” And you know what, not that much later I’m standing on the start line of the National Championships, among incredible and fast ladies who just like me love riding their bikes. I met fascinating women up there, some of them who were pros for all their lives, some of them that just like me were about to conquer their first Cat 1 mountain biking race, some of them that were moms and biked for fun but over the years developed skills to race on a great level. Everyone had their unique way of how and why they got there.


But what matters is the fact that they took on the challenge just like I did and fought through this physical and mental roller-coaster, just to cross the finish line and share their stories with others, sit back, reflect and say with the smile on their face, "I did it!

 Good Link with a lot of other pictures of the course - The Boulders and Rocks !!!



Pro Women Start including Georgia Gould and Lea Davison


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