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09-14-09, 02:06 AM
I've been riding on and off for 20 years now. For the last 2 years I've been riding 6 days a week 150-250km a week including one longer ride on weekends of between 50-100km. This Saturday just gone I entered and finished (just) my first Brevet. The route is supposed to be the hardest one on the calendar in my area with somewhere around 3300-3500 vertical metres of climbing (over 10000 feet), depending on who you ask ;) I decided to ride my heavy touring bike with a handle bar bag because it is comfortable and strong and I've done over 6000km on it so far. To my surprise all the other riders where on go-fast carbon and alloy racing bike, not a handle bar bag, hub dynamo or fat tyre amongst them. Some very nice bikes though.
The first 40km contains a lot of climbing with some sections approaching 20% grades. I love to climb but mostly ride on my own due to the odd hours I have available to train. The first part of the ride was great, I was really enjoying the challenge of being around other riders. By about the 15km mark I found myself with the leading two riders, taking turns and working hard. By the 30km mark as we hit another steep grade my good sense decided to make a return and I realised that if I didn't want to blow up I was going to have to slow my pace.
The first check point was at 34km, I grabbed some food and water took off with two leaders and another fellow who had come in behind me. Yes I know bad mistake. By the time we started descending at the 42km mark I had dropped behind the other three riders, and by the bottom of the decent I new I was in trouble, my legs where starting to twitch and cramp. I joined up with another rider I had passed on the decent who was riding better than I, but he kindly stayed with me and we shared the work as best I could. He really helped me through to the second checkpoint at 84km.
I grabbed more food an water, but new I was in trouble. I had been drinking a full bottle an hour with electrolyte replacement and eating well, but the cramping in my legs was getting crippling. I left the checkpoint with the rider I came in with and he stayed with me for quite a while giving me his wheel and words of encouragement. We hit the next steep climb and I had to let him go. Every time I tried to put any power on the pedals it seemed every muscle in my legs would cramp up. I was in serious pain and almost had to stop, it was only the fear of not being able to stand that actually kept me moving. I did the only thing I could and grabbed my lowest gear, 30x34, and spun up the climb. I've never used my lower gears and hardly ever the smallest chain-ring on my triple. After Saturdays ride I will never buy a long distance bike without one; it saved me.
Two more riders passed me about 10km out from lunch and pulled me in. I ate rested and drunk well at lunch (110km) and my legs felt a little better. Overall apart from my legs I was feeling good, which was very frustrating. The checkpoint from lunch to 154 km saw the longest steepest climb of the day. Many people I rode with during the day confessed they had walked it in previous years. I managed to hang on to my two riding companions from before lunch, mostly due to their kindness, up to the base of the climb. Before attempting the climb we all scoffed jubes and drank as much as I could stomach, which combined with my lowest gear got me to the top and the last check point at 154km. Hopping off the bike at this last checkpoint I was determined to finish but could barely stand due to cramps in my legs.
The last stretch was undulating with one long decent and a few sharp but shortish hills. With 25km to go I was by myself just trying to turn the pedals over and not stare at the mileage count on my computer. My neck was seriously hurting, which I had expected due to several old whiplash injuries, and my upper body was surprisingly tired from all the climbing descending and rough roads. I stopped probably 6 times on the final 47km but managed to get home in under 11 hours (I think) and under 9 hours actual rolling time. Much slower than I was expecting but then nothing went quite like I expected.
I found the whole experience humbling and wish I had paced myself better at the start. I'm not sure if or when I'll do another long ride, but even a few days after finishing I'm thinking about how I can get my neck better to have another crack. I must say my fellow riders and the ride organisers were possibly the nicest group of sports people I have been associated with. There where no jokes at my obviously non-race bike, and I lost count of the number of times they encouraged me or gave me their back wheel when they could have saved themselves time on the bike by keeping on their way.
All in all, a very long day :o
The first 40km contains a lot of climbing with some sections approaching 20% grades. I love to climb but mostly ride on my own due to the odd hours I have available to train. The first part of the ride was great, I was really enjoying the challenge of being around other riders. By about the 15km mark I found myself with the leading two riders, taking turns and working hard. By the 30km mark as we hit another steep grade my good sense decided to make a return and I realised that if I didn't want to blow up I was going to have to slow my pace.
The first check point was at 34km, I grabbed some food and water took off with two leaders and another fellow who had come in behind me. Yes I know bad mistake. By the time we started descending at the 42km mark I had dropped behind the other three riders, and by the bottom of the decent I new I was in trouble, my legs where starting to twitch and cramp. I joined up with another rider I had passed on the decent who was riding better than I, but he kindly stayed with me and we shared the work as best I could. He really helped me through to the second checkpoint at 84km.
I grabbed more food an water, but new I was in trouble. I had been drinking a full bottle an hour with electrolyte replacement and eating well, but the cramping in my legs was getting crippling. I left the checkpoint with the rider I came in with and he stayed with me for quite a while giving me his wheel and words of encouragement. We hit the next steep climb and I had to let him go. Every time I tried to put any power on the pedals it seemed every muscle in my legs would cramp up. I was in serious pain and almost had to stop, it was only the fear of not being able to stand that actually kept me moving. I did the only thing I could and grabbed my lowest gear, 30x34, and spun up the climb. I've never used my lower gears and hardly ever the smallest chain-ring on my triple. After Saturdays ride I will never buy a long distance bike without one; it saved me.
Two more riders passed me about 10km out from lunch and pulled me in. I ate rested and drunk well at lunch (110km) and my legs felt a little better. Overall apart from my legs I was feeling good, which was very frustrating. The checkpoint from lunch to 154 km saw the longest steepest climb of the day. Many people I rode with during the day confessed they had walked it in previous years. I managed to hang on to my two riding companions from before lunch, mostly due to their kindness, up to the base of the climb. Before attempting the climb we all scoffed jubes and drank as much as I could stomach, which combined with my lowest gear got me to the top and the last check point at 154km. Hopping off the bike at this last checkpoint I was determined to finish but could barely stand due to cramps in my legs.
The last stretch was undulating with one long decent and a few sharp but shortish hills. With 25km to go I was by myself just trying to turn the pedals over and not stare at the mileage count on my computer. My neck was seriously hurting, which I had expected due to several old whiplash injuries, and my upper body was surprisingly tired from all the climbing descending and rough roads. I stopped probably 6 times on the final 47km but managed to get home in under 11 hours (I think) and under 9 hours actual rolling time. Much slower than I was expecting but then nothing went quite like I expected.
I found the whole experience humbling and wish I had paced myself better at the start. I'm not sure if or when I'll do another long ride, but even a few days after finishing I'm thinking about how I can get my neck better to have another crack. I must say my fellow riders and the ride organisers were possibly the nicest group of sports people I have been associated with. There where no jokes at my obviously non-race bike, and I lost count of the number of times they encouraged me or gave me their back wheel when they could have saved themselves time on the bike by keeping on their way.
All in all, a very long day :o
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