Naked and Weather

Longest and probably hardest ride ever yesterday, but I felt good.  Life is strange.  I think it's because I started off slow, and ate a LOT.

So, 91 miles from Middleburg VA, plus Mt. Weather, plus Naked mountain and then another 42 miles to the end.

So, that's Mount Weather at mile 20, and that's Naked mountain at 45.  And while Mt. Weather is a beast, Naked Mountain is steep, and to be honest, it's actually harder.  Or maybe it's that it came second today...

Here's the gang I rode with at the top of Naked mountain - actually there's one more hill to the top, but this is the top of the part that makes you want to pick up your bike and throw it in the woods. For reference please see my teammate's video from a few years ago, the "good part" starts at 1:30 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2VdILSLfqw. 

So that's the longest ride of the season, Moab in 2 weeks. Wow.

Go Team!

The Battle of Naked Mountain?

My friend Carrie suggested that I compare this weekend's ride to a historical event, to give depth to the blog post. Well, August 13th, 1940 marked the start of the Battle of Britain.  Now I'm not claiming that my 68 mile bike ride in any way merits the same recognition as "the largest and most sustained aerial bombing campaign" ever waged at that time, but it took a physical and emotional toll on me, and it the dates match so I'm going with it.

Danish WWII Bicycle Troops

The ride was called Zap-the-Gap, named for Clarke's Gap which is one of two major climbs on the ride.  68 or 62 miles depending on which cue sheet you were following, one for those of us training for Moab Utah, one for the folks training for the Seagull Century, a much less hilly ride.

The second major climb of the ride is Naked mountain, which is featured only on the Moab cue.  You may recall Naked mountain from my training for the Lake Tahoe ride in 2010.  Let me quote from my first Naked Mountain experience: "We got to Naked mountain.  I started to climb.  I suddenly couldn't move my feet anymore and had to walk up the first bit..." to summarize the 2010 experience, I biked it until I couldn't move my legs anymore, walked, got back on the bike when it got less steep and then repeated.  At the top, an alum called it the toughest climb on the training schedule. So until last Saturday the score was Naked Mountain: 1, Phyllis: 0.  

Alarm went off at 4:55AM, out the door by 5:30AM.  Traffic was stopped on the beltway just before the toll road.  Stopped.  At 5:35AM.  Construction.  Spent 30 minutes creeping along in the pre-dawn dark.  Called my mentor Dave who asked if I was going home and back to bed.  Suddenly that was all I could think about.  The traffic cleared, and I drove to the start, with enough time to get ready.  Plenty of other teammates were late too.

Weather was almost cool, unlike many inferno-like rides this summer.  A little rain, chance of thunderstorms, but overcast. 

Rolling hills, big ones all the way to the start of Clark's Gap at mile 17.  Why is there always so much climbing before the big climbs?  Clarks's gap is a two mile climb on a heavily trafficked two lane road with no shoulder.  No, I don't know why someone hasn't decided this is too dangerous. At slow climbing speed, it's harder to ride a straight line - so two miles up with laser ("laser") focus on not veering into heavy traffic.  Had some food after the 4 mile descent, clearly not enough, because after more hills (rolling and otherwise) to the next stop at mile 35 I was barely holding it together.  Drained.  Back aching. Hoping for a ride back to the car.  Stick a fork in me. 

Much relieved to see my friend Mike Ashley at the SAG stop at mile 35.  Fantasies about getting a ride to my car in his truck were dissolved when I realized that he had to wait there for all the riders to pass, and that I would get back to my car hours later if I waited.  I might as well ride. So I ate a ton of food, took some advil and some enduralytes and prepared to ride on.

I was riding with Naomi (a mentor I hadn't met) and Kirk (with whom I've ridden many memorable hard rides) - and all of us were finding it a tough day.  The SAG stop was about 6 miles from our decision point for the second half of the ride. Moab cue= 5 extra miles (68 T) plus Naked mountain.   Seagull cue= skip naked mountain (63T).  Kirk had been planning to skip Naked mountain so when he said that he wanted to ride the Moab cue at the same time as I said I wanted to ride the Seagull cue, I was surprised.  We would make the final decision where the cue sheets diverged.

I've never regretted a hard ride, but have often regretted choosing an easier path, so as my energy started to come back in the miles after the SAG stop, riding Naked Mountain became more and more firm in my mind.  When we stopped at the route divergence, Kirk had decided that the Seagull cue was that he wanted, and I had got it into my head we were going up the mountain.  A 180 degree switch for us both.  So we headed towards Naked mountain....what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?  As Naomi said - if we had to walk up it, we'd get past it that way.

 Mile 47.  Naked mountain.  Let me say here that doing some of these rides a second time, they don't seem anywhere near as bad as they did the first season, 2010.  I'm in better shape, I know what's coming, and I have the confidence that even if it gets really challenging, I can keep going. I was sure that Naked mountain was nowhere near as hard as it seemed the first time, I'd done many hard climbs since then.  Let me tell you, I was wrong. Wrong.  Naked mountain is the hardest climb I've ever done, it's steep, and it's long.  The first part is steep and when it levels out there's a tiny downhill and you think, yeah, I've got this.  And the you hit the second steep part, and it doesn't stop.  It's steep and you turn a bend and it keeps climbing and climbing. All I thought about was keeping the pedals turning.  Not giving up.  Turn the pedals.  Just keep going.  Can't be far to the end.  Don't stop.  Don't give in.  Keep pedaling.

I'm proud to say I didn't stop. I was going slower than molasses, but I kept going to the top.  Kirk was already there, and I collapsed over my handlebars, gasping out "that was the hardest climb I've ever done".  Kirk concurred. My body pondered throwing up.  It didn't.  Naomi joined us at the top.  Only 18 more miles to go.  New score: Naked Mountain:1, Phyllis: 1.

One more short climb to reach the Naked Mountain descent, and we kept going and going.  The last 3 miles were uphill, creepingly, achingly uphill.  The longest 3 miles at the end of a ride I can remember.  Usually by that point, being so close to the finish, you just mindlessly cycle to the end.  The end of this one is just cruelty.  After all that fighting, you slug it our right until the parking lot.

And we were done. 2:30PM. Kirk, Naomi and I hugged and agreed that we probably couldn't have done it alone.  That's the "team" in team in training.  I lingered, had a recovery drink, and drove myself home -with a McDonalds stop on the way.  Fried chicken sandwich, and french fries and a sweet tea. Take that, 4000 calorie ride.

I was on the couch later that afternoon, when an email arrived, sent to the whole team, it was from Naomi:

"I just want to say a quick and a public thank you to my riding partners today!  Phyllis and Kirk – you reinforced for me one of the most powerful reasons to train with TNT!  Any one of us can have a tough mile, a tough climb, a tough day or just not be totally into the day’s ride, and we find friends who pop up when we don’t expect it!  Without the 2 of you, I shan’t have made the full Moab ride.  OK, I admit I escorted my bike 2/10 of a mile up Naked Mountain, but you were both waiting for me when I got to the top.  And that short hill walk was my “cross training” for the Nike Women’s Marathon in October.

Thank you to you both and to everyone on our team!  You all inspire me."

And that in a nutshell is what team in training is about.  Something really challenging, that you think you can't do, and your teammates pull you through.  You find your mental toughness.  You hope that telling people about what you've experienced inspires them to donate to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (http://pages.teamintraining.org/nca/moabtour11/pfrosst).

So, the Battle of Britain? Not exactly, but I'll quote from Churchill's eponymous speech because it's quite apt : We cannot tell what lies ahead. It may be that even greater ordeals lie before us. We shall face whatever is coming to us. We are sure of ourselves and of our cause and that is the supreme fact which has emerged in these months of trial.

Go Team!

Why would I give up my saturdays and keep training for ANOTHER 100 miles?

Well, for one, training for Fletcher Flyer introduced me to more people who needed the Leukemia and Lymphoma society and LLS was able to help them and second - take a look at the view riding in Utah:

'Twas the night before Fletcher...

...and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, but my logitech mouse.   The bicycle was packed in the VW with care, in hopes of a century with weather quite fair.

The laundry was rolling all damp in the dryer, getting ready for the hilltops at Fletcher Flyer.  And me with my suitcase,  cliff bars and team jersey, had just finished packing mere hours before Thursday.

When from my iMac, there was heard a soft ringing, email was alive and my friends they were pinging!  Tomorrow!  To Asheville!  With bikes and with floor pumps! We're leaving round two-ish! In pairs and in clumps!

So I answered my emails, updated my status.  I tweeted some GO TEAMS then put the Mac on hiatus.  And I thought to myself as I headed to bed,  a short work week for my teammates - we'll cure cancer instead.

In case of emergency, burn cue sheet

Hardest ride of the year, including Sugarloaf mountain at mile 9, twice over a mountain pass near Antietam, a hill so painful it's just called "the wall" and enough rolling hills to last a lifetime on the first hot day of the year.  At 81 miles and 4800 feet of climbing, it was the shorter of the two options, with a 93 mile cue sheet available too...

Word is that the ride was much harder than the century on June 6th, looking forward to 100 miles then!

 

Near the start before Sugarloaf

Some of the roads we got to ride.

With Karen Marsten after climbing Sugarloaf.

 Friends with cameras catching a moving pic with a smile.

 With Amy Burke at Sugarloaf.

 With Coach Will.

 With coach Will after riding the wall three miles from the end. That's a smile of relief.

 We waited for all the 93 mile riders to finish too.  This was close to 7PM, we met at 7AM...

Go TEAM!

2x100 Miles to Beat Cancer

Hi Everyone,

I'm about three weeks away from riding the Fletcher Flyer century with Team in training, and have been riding many miles of hills through every kind of weather imaginable short of snow.  This Saturday I woke up at 5:30AM, was out the door shortly after and rode 76 miles in the rain not because I wanted to, but because I promised you that I would.

My friends and family, you have donated very generously to the Leukemia and Lymphoma society on my behalf, and I've raised over $2400 for the society so far.  Looking at last year's total, this is about half of what I raised in total last year. I've figured out some more motivation for you.  Recently, Team in Training made us an offer that I've decided to accept: I'll ride a second 100 mile event with TNT in Moab Utah this September and keep training with the team until then, and in exchange, I have promised to raise a total of $5600 for both events.  With some hard work and with your help, I know I can reach both goals.

But it's really not about me, it's SO not about me. I can ride my bike any time, I don't need to wake up at 5AM and ride in the rain, in fact, I don't want to -  but I get to choose, and so I ride.  If you have cancer, you don't have a choice.  Chemo, radiation, surgery, losing your hair, parts of your body, this is what you do to survive. 

So how about it?  Now is when I need your help. You can donate here: 

 http://pages.teamintraining.org/nca/fletcher11/pfrosst 

It's easy, it's fast, it's tax deductible.  It'll make you feel good.  But don't take my work for it, here is my teammate Amy explaining what Team in Training and the Leukemia and Lymphoma society have meant to her...

Amy's story in her own words:

Twenty years ago…
I was diagnosed with stage III Hodgkin's disease, had a splenectomy and other grueling tests, and completed five months of radiation.

Fifteen years ago…
I was considered cured of Hodgkin's disease.

Five years ago…
I was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer and had a double mastectomy.

Two years ago…
I had my thyroid removed to treat nodules of unknown origin.

A year and a half ago…
I was in the worst shape of my life mentally and physically. In a moment of mental dullness, having never really swam, rode or ran any distance, I signed up with Team in Training to train for the St. Anthony's Olympic Distance Triathlon.

Last April…
I crossed the finish line at St. Anthony's after swimming about 3/4 mile in the rough and current filled waters of the Tampa Bay, riding about 25 miles through windy conditions in St. Petersburg and running 6.2 miles in the Florida sun.

Today…
I look back and that moment of mental dullness and realize it was a moment of mental clarity for me.

I joined the Team again this year because I know being on the Team helped me and helps so many others, on and off the bike. When training began this season, I hadn't been on a bike in about 6 months, and it was just like riding a bike as they say. I put on my protective and warming gear, from my helmet to my toe covers, got in the saddle and rode. I started slow, practiced clipping in and out of my pedals, changed a few gears and soon enough I was back to passing others uphill. I rode for about 20 miles on paved roads to our team's finish line that first training ride. I was a little sore afterwards, but a few stretches later, I was feeling great. Now with each week I get stronger and go further than I ever have in my life. I am looking forward to my first Century Ride ever in June, just shy of my 40th birthday.

Life with cancer is NOT like riding a bike. There is no gear you can wear to protect yourself from the treatments, fear and anxiety. The conditions are rocky and often unpredictable. The obstacles come at you like a semi-truck out of nowhere. The pain can be constant, searing and deep. It is constantly an uphill grind. There is no finish line.

This is why I ride. I ride to remember how strong I am. I ride to remember how easy I have it now. I ride to remember those facing cancer still. I ride to remember those whose memories are all of them we have left. I ride to raise money to fund services for patients and research for a cure.

When you are climbing those hills, facing that wind and grinding those gears, remember why you ride. When we ride, we are carrying the hopes of many on our shoulders and feeling the love of so many more.

Thank you.

Amy Burk


"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." Christopher Robin to Pooh

Many thanks in advance,

Go team,

Phyllis

Soggy 76 Miles in the Rain in Davidsonville

This one was a ride of mental toughness to keep going and not just give up in the pouring rain, but with Carrie and Geoff, we made it through.  A special shout-out to Jon Bon Jovi.

 A moving shot in the rain...

 Smiling because we're halfway done and the rain has eased.

And because we're finished, despite being completely soaked after 7 hours.

Thursday Night Ride at Glen Echo

A bright sunshiney day in Berryville VA

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Rainy with a chance of Mountains

Not much to say about last weekend's ride.  The weather called for rain on and off Saturday and Sunday.  Sunday looked the better of the two days, but not enough to move the ride.  Plus the whole Easter Sunday thing.  We met out in Poolesville at 7AM, ready to ride at 7:30AM.  Something about the weather getting stormy later in the day.

It rained on my drive out.  It rained as the team met before the ride.  It rained as we rode out.  I had been deciding between a short vs long sleeve jersey under my rain jacket.  It was so cold, I wore both.  And a shirt under that.  And my warmest gloves.  And tights...and an ear band...  It was about 43 degrees.

Poolesville is a hard ride.  Generally considered the hardest on a mile per mile basis.  It's 54 miles of climbing and I'm not sure where you lose the elevation that you climb through, but I suppose some part of that ride is downhill.  Last year the headwinds were vicious and by the time I reached the first SAG stop at 20 miles, my legs were burned out.  It was at this point that someone mentioned that the next 20 were the hardest of the ride.  I was better prepared physically and mentally for this ride, but I was tired and discouraged from the rain, although the rain stopped for the middle of the ride.  It got windy, but at least not both at the same time, right?

Within 5 miles of the SAG stop is "The Wall".  A really steep hill that is a painful climb. It's discussed in reverential terms.  Last year I walked it.   I rode as much as I could and then just hoofed up the rest.  This year?  I rode it.  Yeah, I did.  What a difference a year makes.  Very proud of myself for that.

We were encouraged not to ride up Sugarloaf Mountain, the descent is technical, twisty, and in the wet, pretty dangerous.  The roads were wet, flooded, gritty and loaded with gravel on the flats, no need to risk getting hurt.  My attitude?  I came out and rode in the rain and the cold, sugarloaf was more than was needed for the day.  I had nothing to prove, plus I rode it last year :)

The second SAG stop we heard about people having a hard time of it.  A few folks fell crossing railroad tracks, especially slippery in the rain.  My teammate Ann had baked snickerdoodles, and they were delicious.  And then we rode the last 13 miles.  There were hills I'd forgotten, my legs were tired, my energy low and 5 miles from the end, it started to rain, hard.  By the time we got back to the car, it was pouring.  I just threw everything in the car, shucked off my rain jacket and gave my teammate Karen a lift to Basset's for lunch.  I had brought some dry clothes, I learned my lesson after a few wet rides last year.

So I wont lie.  Getting up early to ride in the rain sucked.  Riding in the rain sucked.  But if it was easy and fun all the time, it wouldn't be the same incentive to donate to the cause.  I promise to ride every week no matter what the course or conditions and generous people donate money.  That's the deal, I'm not welching.

I will say, that riding with my friends and teammates made it a ride that I'll remember for the good parts.  Having Karen and Carrie riding with me 100% made the ride infinitely better.  We rode with Ann for a while, Geoff for a while and we all beat that ride together.

So you probably know the end of the story, Saturday afternoon was sunny and beautiful.  Sunday was sunny and beautiful.  Frustrating and ironic.  But I'm glad I rode with the team on Saturday.  It's kind of the point of the whole thing, isn't it?

Anyway, tune in to hear about an offer that TNT made me that I've decided I can't refuse.  Here's a hint.  More time on the bike...

Go Team!

Sunny with a chance of headwinds

Smiling with my teammate Mike, beautiful day.  Crazy windy.

At the end. In between everything hurting on the bike, and everything hurting a few hours later.

64.5 Miles. We rode sunday, because it was thunderstorming all day Saturday.  Alarm at 6AM, at the start by 7:15AM.  Forecast said 60 degree high, partly sunny.  It was 50 when we started but WINDY.  Crazy windy.  The last 20 miles was down the W&OD trail.  I just rode as hard as I could, to get to the end.  My back was hurting pretty badly from fighting the wind by mile 44...Glad it was sunny, glad to be riding with friends, glad it was a beautiful place to ride, glad for Ibuprofen and glad to be going to be early now.

Go Team!

It was a dark and stormy ride...

But only at the end.  I woke up at 6AM and drove through the rain to get to the start of the the ride in Middleburg VA.  A picturesque town replete with antique shops, in the middle of VA hunt country. Temperatures were in the mid-40s, projected to hit 50.  I was wearing my yellow rain jacket, and was very glad I was.

The ride was very pretty, country tree-lined roads, horse farms, large estates and fields of cows. These amazing low stone walls demarcate property lines, and line the roads all over (check out the last photo). I was riding with Carrie, who had hit her head the night before, was nursing a slight concussion and insisted on riding.  I kept a wary eye on her the first few miles (sorry for the doubts Carrie!) but she did just fine.  We were also riding with friend and alum Karen, of Rob and Karen fame, who was suffering terribly from allergies, and could barely speak - which was tough on her!

It was all going well, and I thought we might miss most of the rain, but around mile 30, I started to feel drops.  Then the headwind kicked up, and the rain really started.  Either one is kind of crappy, but the two together are cold and miserable.  We pulled into the second rest stop at mile 37 and it got colder and colder, finally we just got back on and rode to warm up.  And warm up we did.  Mile 37 is the turn onto Snickersville road, it's not a favorite of the team, and I think I missed the ride that featured it last year.  It's got rolling hills. Lots of rolling hills.  Steep rolling hills.  For about 6 miles the hills roll and roll. On the plus side, the rain eased off as did the wind.

I'm not sure what the deal is with Chilly Bleak road. Likely not named by a glass half full kind of landowner.

But it was a beautiful ride with good friends, and except for a few chilly bleak miles near the end, it was nowhere as bad as I feared it might be waking up at 6.  Once I had changed into dry clothes and had some food, it seemed like a pretty good day to ride.

Thanks to everyone who has donated, if you haven't yet I'm only 40% of the way to my goal... maybe now is your moment? :)

http://pages.teamintraining.org/nca/fletcher11/pfrosst

GO TEAM!

31 Degrees, 41 Miles in Germantown

Apparently there are Llamas (Alpacas?) in Germantown. 

They checked us out.  They didn't look cold..

March 26th, 2011.  A cold day to do 41 miles near Germantown MD.  It was 31 when we started, and cold in the parking lot.  Almost no wind and plenty of sun made it a fine ride.  Plus many layers of clothing, a balaclava, heavy gloves and shoe covers.I think you earn extra points when the ride temperature is lower (in Fahrenheit) than the mileage. 

 

People always ask where we ride, I tell them that there's beautiful park and farmland.  Case in Point.

 Geoff and I didn't get to ride together - he looks like it's cold, right? This is the END of the ride...

At the rest stop - I'm in the pale blue jacket and the Balaclava in the middle.  Good thing it was sunny!

Where is Nokesville VA ? Near Utah?

A long drive out west of Manassas VA and a windy 36 mile ride. Up at 6:30AM, arrived at 8AM, riding at 8:30AM.  Met and rode with some new teammates this week, which is always a treat.  No pictures (sorry, boring week) but a good ride all around.  Felt strong, hoping for more of the same this week, when we ride out of Germantown  MD.

An ENORMOUS thank you to everyone who has donated to the LLS on my behalf, in terms of miles and dollars I'm getting there!

Go TEAM!.

Ah Poolesville. We meet again, only this time, the advantage is mine.

33 miles through Poolesville MD felt like a walk in the park compared to last year.  As the rides start to get farther and steeper, I nurse a faint hope that they will feel less grueling than last year.

Here's a picture of my mentor Ann and our mini-team before the ride:

I'm the second from the left, Ann is in the Pink and on the far left, is my teammate Carrie who you may remember from such rides as "100 miles around Lake Tahoe last year".

This week is Nokesville VA, the mileage doesn't go up much, which means they're going to throw a mountain at us or something. Oh, and Nokesville was described as "out past Manassas" which is probably close to 90 minutes from home.  Fingers crossed that we don't meet up at 8AM again, that would mean a wake up well before 6AM.  Should find out tomorrow.

Thanks to everyone who's donated so far - GO TEAM!

Again!

The Lake Tahoe ride was such a great experience, that I've joined team in training again this year.  We're going to ride 100 miles on June 5th in Asheville North Carolina: Fletcher Flyer: http://www.blueridgebicycleclub.org/  It's a great ride, realtively close to home, and I've wanted to get to Asheville for a long time.  Last hear I raised almost $5000, this year my minimum is $2625 and I'm hoping to raise a lot more - every little bit helps.  The link to donate is at the top of the blog :)

My teammate Carrie is back this year too - we ride about the same pace, so I'm VERY excited and I've persuaded my friend Geoff to join and ride with us too.  He got me into Team in Training in 2004, when we skated 52 miles through the hills of Georgia, it seems turnaround is fair play!

 This is Geoff and I after we completed a Metric century last fall.  Look at those smiling faces!

So if you've donated already - thanks!  If you haven't, maybe you'll think about it, and if you want to go riding, just let me know!

The Best 100 Miles I ever rode!

I was a bit apprehensive heading out to Tahoe, but the training was so thorough that I believed my coaches and my teammates that we could do it!  We met at the airport at 6AM, which meant a 4:40AM alarm -  the beginning of the sleep deprivation!  About a dozen of us were on the flight out, and we landed in Reno and took a bus up to Tahoe without much fuss.  Our bikes had been shipped ahead of us, and we would pick them up Friday evening.

Our first view of the lake from the bus to Tahoe from Reno!

So, it snowed the week before we rode - take a look in the background!  That's not very far away!  Fortunately it was beautiful all weekend, after a little rain cleared out on Friday afternoon.  The air smelled fresh and like pine trees, the sky was blue and the temperature was crisp.

The hotel we stayed at was "all suites" which meant that my friend Diana and I each got our own room and bathroom, and the room had a kitchen and a living/dining room.  Tahoe is a ski resort town, so it's set up like a little ski lodge.  Of course the pool is probably closed in the winter..

Right next door was a little mall with restaurants, Starbucks, jamba juice, a grocery store and a bike shop.  What more could a girl need?  We stocked up in general, and for ride breakfast and of course, bananas.  I don't know if I could start a long ride without a lucky banana in my jersey pocket now.


So we picked up our bikes, catching up with lots of teammates who were trickling in on different flights, and went out to dinner with few of us at the Riva Grill, right on the lake. We ate out on the deck, beautiful.

Saturday was the day for short ride to shake out our legs and make sure our bikes were working after their trip west.    I think we were all a little apprehensive to get on our bikes - for me, it made the event seem so real!  Here's my riding "sister" Carrie as we get ready to go on our test ride - she is way more excited than she looks ;)

 Diana looking oddly sunny - I guess it's because she's about to work out!!

The good news, is that it felt great to be on the bike, and our little ride to Zephyr cove was uneventful, except for a massive amount of pictures taken!  Once at the cove - Carrie and I were mentally ready for the big ride!  Note the helmet "toppers" - with over 60 TNT teams from across the country, the toppers helped distinguish where riders were from.  Yep, that's the capital dome - no Washington monument comments, please.

And the team looked awesome.  Really, we were kind of big deal, ahem. I'm in the front row, third from the left, helmet off.

One the way back, I practiced the bike-riding self portrait with the iPhone.  Practical and effective:

The afternoon some folks were headed for a drive up to Emerald bay, one of the two big climbs of the ride - and I recalled the advice I got from a teammate that his one regret his first year was driving up to Emerald bay before the ride and psyching himself out.  Decided to stay in Tahoe and do some shopping instead :)


That night was the inspiration dinner - part of any TNT event.  We were cheered on our way in my staff and coached from all the teams, which was completely overwhelming - it felt like a hero's welcome.  In fact, the 1200 TNT riders at the event raised over SIX MILLION DOLLARS for the Leukemia and Lymphoma society - that was definitely something to be be proud of.

The food was OK, but the company and the speakers were exceptional.  One of the teams' honored teammate was training with their team, but passed away two weeks before the race.  He was just 17.  His parents were there, and it broke my heart to hear their story.  On every table were orange bracelets that read WILL POWER.  We didn't understand until that moment - their honored teammate's name was Will.  His parents had brought them as a tribute to their son. We all put them on.


One last team meeting back at the hotel, and there was nothing left to do except set the alarm clock for 4:45AM to meet the team downstairs at 5:30AM.

At the start line, we waited under the marquis, the sun was coming up and we were excited. The forecast was great and the morning was beautiful.  I'm on the far right in this pic(behind #670's right arm) please note the lucky banana.

So Carrie and I had agreed to ride together - start to finish.  As slow or fast as we felt like.  I think I've said it before, but knowing we would be riding together was a huge comfort - a great part of being on the team is finding someone who's about your pace - the bonus for me was Carrie's awesomeness.  


And I needed her awesomeness since I started off the day with a migraine on top of the little bit of nerves.  Fortunately, it wasn't enough of a headache to keep me from riding (that would have been terrible) but just enough to throw me off a little bit.  

Emerald bay is the steepest climb - take a look at the elevation map - at mile eleven, we started climbing and it was a steep two miles.  I found my lowest gear, and dug in.  After what seemed like a very long time, my legs and lungs were begging for a break - we were at about 6800 ft - so we pulled over and I caught my breath.  Little did I know that we were less than 100 yards from the top!  Argh!  I could have made it!

So, over the top and down the hill (and up the hill, and down the hill) to our first rest stop at mile 26.  I was not feeling all that spectacular, and hoped that some food and drink would perk me up.  I got ride of some layers as it was starting to warm up, had some food and we celebrated finishing 1/4 of the ride:

Next stop Truckee -  a 23.5 mile out-and-back spur off the lake to make the ride hit 100 miles.  I was still feeling sluggish so Carrie went on ahead to meet me in Truckee - but as I rode along I felt better and better - and cruised into the Truckee rest stop feeling pretty darn good. 


Another group shot with Carol, me, Carrie and Lilian.

Headed out of Truckee, back to the lake is not considered a highlight of the ride. Gently uphill, with a headwind and indeed, it was as promised.   The slog was interrupted by Carrie getting a flat - John, Nikki and Jess were riding by and stopped to help.

In about 20 minutes we were rolling again.  Easy peasy.  Right about the time we got back on the Lake Road (ah beautiful again) I started to feel amazing.  AMAZING.  I don't know if I needed a 60 mile warm up, or maybe it was the banana but suddenly I felt strong! We cruised into the lunch stop at mile 72 at Kings beach and I was elated.  Check out the proof:

Sandwiches, chips and cookies for lunch and another group picture!

I think we stopped for about 30 minutes all told - we ate, we sat, we gazed at the lake and a total stranger offered me watermelon.  It was awesome. Plus we were nearly 3/4 done! But with one major obstacle in our path...Spooner Hill (da da DA!) 


Spooner Hill: From mile 80 to mile 87, about 800 feet of gain, and in the hottest part of the day.  This is the one where alumni will tell you to get in your lowest gear, spin, take lots of breaks...there's a water stop in the middle of the hill for pete's sake.


Turns out Spooner's not the only hill in the last 28 miles, but that map sure makes it look like it is.  As happens often on our rides, Carrie's mojo had faded as mine came back - she was feeling the miles more than I was at that point, and there had been plenty of them.  


We stopped for a picture before Spooner at what had to be the most beautiful spot on the ride - or maybe it just felt that way after the hill out of the lunch stop...and even took off our sunglasses for the picture. 

And then Spooner.  Cue dramatic music... except that it wasn't that bad, in fact, it wasn't really bad for me at all.  And it's not like it wasn't a hill:

I just got in my low gears and pedaled, and time passed, and the hill went on, and up we went and up we went.  The picture above is at the water stop, but it's pretty emblematic.

And then we were at the top - and the descent was the most amazing one ever.  7 miles down a wide road with sweeping corners.  I think the self portrait is fairly early in the descent but really, it's one glorious blur.

And then we were heading past Zephyr cove and it was almost over!  95 Miles done.  Carrie and I almost couldn't believe it. We hi-fived.  Several times.  We had come so far, trained so long, met so many fantastic people, and so far surpassed our own expectations, that we were quite literally giddy.  There were tears in our eyes, and it wasn't just the last hill at mile 98 that brought them on.


The finish line was uphill into a huge lot behind the hotel where we started, and it was packed with people cheering us on.  We raced up the hill and crossed the finish line together - I know this sounds crazy but I was almost sad it was over! After 8 1/2 hours!  What an incredible feeling!


We went to the TNT tent to check in, got our medals and took some pictures!

After a flurry of phone calls, we waited for our remaining teammates to finish, cheered them in, snacked, drank a ton of water, and finally went to bring our bikes back to the truck to be shipped home.  Let me just say that this was, hands down, the most painful part of the ride.  After standing around for 45 minutes, my legs and and my butt were outraged that I was on the bike again.  At first I thought I'd stand the whole way since it hurt too much to sit, and then I had to sit because it hurt too much to stand.  


We celebrated with the Team that night, and it was bittersweet.  So great to be done and to hear everyone's stories of the ride, sad to know that we were almost at the end of our adventure together.

I can't thank enough everyone who made such a difference along the way - Coach Bill and Coach Ed from whom I learned an incredible amount.  My mentor Lisa, my buddy ride partner John, Karen and Rob, Kirk, Terre, Joan and all the teammates who took me under their wing and everyone who made the miles pass and the rides fun.


And all of you!  Everyone who sponsored me, encouraged me and were so proud of what I was doing, I literally could not have done this without you.

And for one last 2010 time - Go Team!