2020 "White" Snake Creek Gap TT Finale

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails"  - William Arthur Ward

Many sail adjustments were needed in preparation and making it to the finish line at the 2020 February Snake Creek Gap Time Trial. In Chattanooga, Tennessee we had the most eccentric weather pattern over only one week. Every day was a new forecast and every day required a change in mindset. The week started with beautiful 70+ degree weather and blue skies. Mid week, torrential rain with thunderstorms and tornado warnings. The rivers started to rise 20 feet above river banks. The rain was in the forecast to continue into the weekend, so happy, another wet race. Maybe I should take my son's kayak to the race instead of my bike. The rain looked so ominous that my husband and team manager, Craig, made sure Brady and I would be prepared by ordering new rain jackets. Then just like that, the rain forecast disappeared, in its place, wonderful blue skies and above 50 degree temps. Yes, buying the jackets worked; the rain was scared off. Oh...But wait....within 24 hours, the warm, blue sky forecast changed to below freezing with wintry mix. Seriously...this is the weekend winter decides to show up!  Good thing I had a new jacket to wear,

Time to get prepared.Time to be a realist. Vaseline for the face, hands and feet (great insulator), Afrin to help keep snot from freely running down my face and lots of energy. This race was going to be a calorie burning feat. Clothing, what to wear? Needed to stay warm but not too warm; sweat can be just as bone chilling. Layers packed, hydropaks filled with water and Skratch Labs Sport Hydration mix, bottles with sweet tea and a shot of whiskey ready. Sails adjusted for the voyage ahead.

My goal, sub 5 hour race. I put in the training over the last month. Zwift provided me with a great training plan.  My Saris M3 smart trainer gave me opportunity ride while the weather was sub par. I have maintained great functional fitness through Orange Theory Fitness. I am feeling strong. Time to put my body to the test.

In the Dry Creek Parking Lot the snow started to accumulate on the the ground. What a beautiful sight! Dressed in my jersey, vest, arm warmers, knee warmers, long socks, 2 pairs of gloves and rain jacket, I rode out of the start tent with a smile on my face and music in my ears. Time to set my sails. I rolled down the initial gravel road, mouth open, tasting the snow. How cool! This does not happen very often in the South. This race was going to be unforgettable. I was ready to concur my goal. The puddles on the initial fire road where much bigger than last month. Not a good omen for the creek crossing.

Approaching the creek, I saw 3 other racers just staring at the bridge. I did not want to slow down. Speed across the bridge was important as well as to keep from getting cold. I did not want to start feeling cold that early. I tried to beat one racer from the group to the bridge but he squares up to the bridge before I could, then he stopped! I waited for him to clear the bridge before I advanced. The bridge was once again covered by at least 1 inch of water. Focusing on staying on the bridge I failed to plan my dismount. As I approached the end, I realized that the bridge was several feet short of the opposing bank. My font tire hit the water and I got bucked, like a bad bronc rider, by the sharp angle created by the bank and the bridge. I attempted to hard pedal up the bank...nope! The water came above my waterproof Bontrager OMW boots. Wow, that water was cold! I emerged hoping the water did not seep into my boots. I also noted that my fingers are already starting to get numb. Not good...not good at all!  As I concentrated on keeping my fingers moving, I hoped that the climb ahead would get my blood pumping fast enough to warm everything again. From behind, I could hear one of the racers yell out "is there another way around the creek?" Sorry bud, cross the creek or go back to the start line. You are going to get wet no matter what...time to put your big boy pants, this is THE WHITE SNAKE!

The snow was falling in massive fluffy flakes. It was such a magical sight. My smile could not get bigger. The music in my ears kept me up beat and my feet moving. At mile 3, my fingers were getting warmer and my feet did not feel cold. Just then, I looked up to see Eric Henderson, going in the wrong direction! He didn't look happy. All he can say was: "It is way to slippery on the trail up ahead!" What a heart breaker! Eric was not able to finish in January...snake bit, again!  I did not know exactly what had happened but I do know that Eric is one of the toughest mountain bikers around and he didn't quit due to trail conditions, it had to have been mechanical failure. Time to change my sails a little...mud ahead!

Going up the third climb I could feel the slightest little fatigue. The ground was very slick. The wet snow was packing down into ice. I needed to keep moving and did as little walking as possible. I had a small spill as my front wheel slipped off the side of the trail. Getting to my feet, Carey Lowery flew up the hill towards me. (I hope she did not see that fall.) I quietly let her pass. She looked focused on getting this ride done. It was time to reassess my goal. Looking around I noticed the beauty of the snow again. I also started to realize that my initial goal of sub 5 hours was slipping away. The trail had become too slick with layers of ice on top of  layers of mud. I just needed to focus on finishing, staying warm and motivated. My music picked me up again...just keep grinding forward. I was looking forward to seeing Craig's smile ahead.

At the Snake Creek Gap Parking lot I took my time. I was not going to make sub 5, so I needed to make sure I was comfortable for the last muddy, wet and slick 17 miles. Unfreeze my peddles (which were packed with ice), new socks/gloves and changed out my pack. So far my hands and feet had stayed warm but very wet. As I walked up to the truck, Craig was taking care of Brady...he had taken a fall and needed some attention. I struggled to get my boots off for new socks. My hands did not want to cooperate. I got nutrition and a shot of whiskey to warm my soul (I was not going to miss the shot of whiskey again).  After what seemed like an eternity, I finally got back on the trail.

Now it was time to see if my training was going to pay off. I took my time going up the climb...more muddy and slick the farther up the trail I went. The 4 inches of snow on the ground was starting to melt in the late morning sun. The trail was like a path left behind by a glacier; lots of little pieces of ice mixed with water, mud and rock. My tires were slipping everywhere. My original plan was to ride as much rock as possible. Now my sails where adjusted one more time to realize that the smart race was to walk the larger rocks. Don't waste energy.

Riding down Vomit Hill, I decided not to repeat January's mistake...Not Today Devil, no crashes on the hill.  Remounted to pedal off to The Wall...the scene of my Jan meltdown. I felt great hiking up The Wall..training paid dividends. In the difficult conditions, I conquered The Wall with legs left for the finish. For the last 4 miles, I joined a group of about four other riders. Pace lining as we slipped and spun. It was nice to have a little bit of company. Just plugging along...Wait, WHAT, are those the towers? Had I missed the fire pit and the fallen pilot memorial. I was overcome with joy; all downhill from there!! The ride down Dug Gap Mountain Road was very difficult. The mud was so thick the only way to keep my bike up right was to stay in the grooves made by other competitors. I was not able to descend as fast as I wanted, but it really did not matter. I am almost done. I am so proud, so excited and SO ready to get out of those wet socks and gloves (my back and chest was dry thanks to Craig).

At the finish line I realized that my preparation for this race was on par. From the training to clothing choices, I had set myself up for success. Even though I did not make my original goal, I did finish in 5 hours and 18 minutes.  On average racers were finishing 30-45 minutes slower than the previous month, I was only 18 minutes slower. What a fantastic day! My smile kept my heart warm, my body was ready and my mind stayed on track.

I finished the time  trials in 3rd Place in the Women 40 and over category. I found myself on the podium next two women whom I have been chasing for years. I never thought I would share the podium steps with these two celebrities from the local mountain biking community.  I could never have accomplished this epic race without my support crew; most importantly my every supportive and hard working husband, Craig (he does so much, there would be no way Brady nor I could do what we do without him!), Scott's Bicycle Centre, Trek Bikes and Bontrager.  The boys at Scott's have their work cut out for them!  The snow, mud and ice took their toll on my Top Fuel!

Here is a link to all the results: 2020 Snake Creek Gap Time Trials

January 2020 Snake Creek Gap Time Trial

PSA…THIS IS A LONG ONE!!

2019 was a rebuilding year for me. In December of 2018, I had surgery to repair my fraying rotator cuff and release a nerve which was leading to weakness thanks to the talented hands of Dr. Dorizas at Chattanooga Bone and Joint.  Both injuries were a result of a crash I took years ago and struggled with since. It finally caught up with me…I am not 20 any longer, I had to listen to my body and take the time to heal. I spent 2019 recovering and building strength. Nothing was harder than waiting for the official release to ride again. To help with muscle gain and fend off future injuries, I added Orange Theory Fitness to my training…OTF time has paid dividends. This year, 2020, is poised as the “get your ass in gear” year, and it starts with THE SNAKE.  My son, a very strong cyclist for his age, informed my husband and me that he wanted to race the 34 mile SnakeCreek Gap Time Trial.  My thoughts…are you sure?!?  Of course you are, and no better way start a year then to take on the toughest course around…feet and head first, all in! I will either finish or throw the bike off one of the mountains and try to thumb a ride back to the car.

                My training leading up to race day had not exactly gone as planned. Life had many distractions, including the holidays and a nasty virus running through my house the week before the race.  Thank goodness for my gym training. Riding time was minimal and I was going to have to rely on my base fitness to get me through. Other race day preparations were on track. My husband put a mountain of time into making sure Brady and I were prepared; trips to Scotts Bicycle Centre for race day nutrition needs, working on my old faithful Trek Top Fuel, preparing meals full of nitrite rich foods, helping us gather our gear; he even packed a sag stop emergency bin. He thought of everything, including a bottle of fire water to have on hand for any sag stop pick-me up’s. All I had to do was have enough faith in me to toe the line.

                After weeks of wonderful, southern winter temperatures of 60 degrees and very little rain, the sky opened up for 2 days straight. It was as is if the race gods felt wanted a canoe race instead of a bike race. The rain literally stopped just minutes before start time. Based on experience, and my husband’s previous race knowledge, I knew these trails were going to be a mud fest…to say the least!

After gathering a few fellow friends and racers at the Dalton Convention center, Craig and our friend Chris shuttled the motley crew to the Dry Creek Trailhead...suddenly a year of working hard to get back on the bike came into focus! It was time to see what my body could do. Despite the very soggy conditions, the temperature was a perfect 54 degrees. No need for extra clothes on this ride. With some heavy AC/DC and Metallica riffs playing in my ear, I gathered my gear (including my pearls…of course) and pedaled over to the start tent. There stood Craig with encouraging words and a smile…GO! I was off to battle the long trail, mud, rocks and my demons. As I rolled down the first part of the course, a wide gravel service road, I noted a lot of other racers had already had to stop to strip clothing. I snickered under my breath, knowing now they would have to haul all that gear in their packs for the next 34 miles.

As I splashed down the road and sung along with my music, the infamous first “creek” crossing appeared up ahead. For the last 4 years, the race organizers have provided a temporary bridge to assist in the crossing. This year there had been so much rain that the bridge was not quite tall or long enough. Water was flowing over the top of the bridge and I could not see the opposite side of the bridge due to the volume of water. Thankfully my Bontrager OMW winter boots did their job and kept my feet dry. The first climb was just up ahead.

As I was just getting into my groove on the climb, another racer caught my eye on the side of the trail with a puzzling look on his face. As I always do…Hey, you good? He replied:  Do you have a chain break? Knowing that I was not going to be setting any land speed records today, I stopped and helped my fellow racer out…banking trail karma and helping another achieve his goal.  (By the way, whatever shop that guy uses, don’t go there).  After successfully helping him repair his chain, I was back out on the climb. I had watched several of my friends, my son, student-athletes I help coach and fellow competitors pass. It was now a mental battle to hold back, not push too hard, there were plenty of hard mileage ahead, and setting a pace which I could maintain but reduce the space between me and the other ladies in front of me was key.

I knew Carey Lowery was untouchable, as all ways. She is such a fast rider and racer.  I really admire her abilities. Could I get back to Ali and Monica?  They are not in my age group but I love riding with them and always strive to keep pace with their talents. Keeping a smile on my face, I pushed through the mud, streams and climbs over Pine Needle Hill, through the Pitchers Pond area then the long climb over Horn Mountain. I had managed to catch back up to Ali and enjoy a few minutes of conversation with her about our holidays. I found Monica, who was setting a steady pace, and managed to stay with her until the next downhill.  I even had a brief moment with Starr as I saw her do the most epic muddy, rutted out, steep downhill left-handed switch back in perfect form.  I felt confident with my performance. The final decent leading to GA Hwy 136 was a blast!!! It brought a huge smile to my face. Just in sight was the Snake Creek Gap Trailhead, the mid-point of the race, and as planned Craig’s smiling face waiting to refuel me before the next major climb. I was feeling great! My legs felt as if they still had plenty of miles left in them.

If you have ever ridden the 17 miles from Snake Creek Gap, you understand the statement “this is where the race starts”. While the first 17 miles has some climbing, it has nothing on the rocks of the last 17 miles. I knew I had my work cut out for me, but had to stay positive. After switching out my packs, grabbing some more nutrition and a kiss, I was off to climb Mill Creek Mountain. A climb with a 5% average grade and 447 feet of vertical gain in 1 mile, plus throw in baby heads and mud for fun! I reached the top and was still in good shape. I thought, alright, I can do this! I enjoyed the breathtaking views along the ridge line and smiled as I descended the other side of the mountain into Swamp Creek. In this section the race crosses the creek 3 or 4 times. It was hard to count as there were several small springs running due the amount of rain. I welcomed the water as it helped wash off some of the peanut butter mud the encased my tire and crank.

Quick bath over…Climbing out of Swamp Creek, up Mill Creek Road, I started to feel the last 26 miles. My legs and back started to tighten and I felt my pace slow. The demons were starting the creep in. I knew I had to grind over the numbing forest service road climb to find fun single track.  I just had to suffer through it and pedal, damn it! As I neared the top of the climb, I once again saw the smiling faces of Craig, along Chris and Alison Campbell whose son was racing too. They were a welcome sight. I decided to stop for a quick second, stretch out my back and get a warm hug to help re-center.  The only thing I forgot…a swig of whiskey. I cannot believe I totally forgot about the whiskey! Note to self, next month get a swig of whiskey at the top of Mill Creek Road.

Next up: 8 Miles of Hate…I rode along Middle Mountain and then the gradual climb on Hurricane Mountain, I started to feel some energy return. Confidence returned just in time! I needed all the strength and confidence I could muster, the Vomit Hill descent laid ahead. I had cleaned the bomb down during my December pre-ride but those conditions were perfect…today was only perfect for making mud pies. I started to question myself. Willfully forcing a positive attitude, I started down the flow trail, butt back, elbows bent, and knees pointing straight ahead. “Let the bike move under you” was my mantra. I could see the one high root of the drop...NOT TODAY, I am not crashing! Then…Then I noticed another racer walking the trail just above that drop. Could I get around him?!?!? RIDER BACK!  The racer moved over but not far enough. And just like that, I was on the wet ground with my wheel stopped by a big boulder. Oh well, probably for the best, I will be back in February and I am going to clean that drop! I walked the remainder of the descent and re-mounted. I knew at that point I did not have much trail between me and the dreaded THE WALL; a 0.1 mile climb of 87 vertical feet which equals a hair pulling 16% grade!!! As I approached THE WALL, my body had buyer’s remorse…I could imagine the conversation between my body and my brain.  Body…Lady, I didn’t sign up for this.  Brain…STOP talking and start moving.  Body…MAKE ME.  Brain…I will.  Body…NOPE! Just like the back seat of my car...the battle waged on!

In October of last year, I tested the strength of my shoulder with a brief return to racing at the Lula Lake 5 Points 25/50 Race.  Pushing through mechanical issues and less than great fitness, I was able to win the 25 mile singlespeed category.  I know how to quiet the conversations in my head and push through, but man, they were much louder than in October!  Shhhhhhh!!!

At the bottom of THE WALL (get the point, it is a WALL), which starts the 3 plus mile ascent up Dug Mountain, I had a few words with myself. I was struggling. I needed my body to keep going. Every step up was one more step closer to the top. There is no turning back now and no one was going to give me a ride back to the car!  I remounted my Trek Top Fuel and attempted to pedal …nothing, no power..no nothing. Just when I needed power the most…nothing! With a continuous rock garden for the next 3 miles, it was time the buck up buttercup and get moving! I tried, I tried hard!  My mind is waffling between do I stop and take a break verses keep pushing through, you have more in you. I had a very hard mental and physical feat to get through and I need to pull myself together. Even my arms were trying to quit...pretty sure they were just jealous of my legs. I finally made it to the to The Fire Pit .. a key segment on Strava and within sight of The Towers. I knew the most technical rock sections awaited me but so was 1.5 miles of the most gratifying, final decent down to the end of the race. Time to embrace the suck and push on!

As I struggled to get over the rocks after The Fire Pit, the top 50 mile racers: Thomas Turner, Spencer Whittier and Brad Cobb passed by. As always, they passed with much poise and a polite “rider back”. Brad even gave me a few words of encouragement. I watched them as they seamlessly pedaled along, up and over the rocks with little effort. I had to get back on the bike! I was experiencing muscle failure; I tried to navigate the lines on the rocks, sometimes successful, sometimes being stopped by the smallest of rocks. Make it to The Towers…the final landmark which beckons racers to the end of the singletrack and the start of the descent to the finish!

I pedaled along at a snail’s pace; suddenly I saw them, The Towers at the top of Dug Gap Mountain Road. I think I may have shouted out with a little excitement of the sighting. I was there! One last little uphill push and then down the road to the finish. Through the final boulders, I gave a big sigh, only the tricky descent down the rutted out road separated me from black blacktop. As I neared Dug Gap Battle Road, I heard a race volunteer ringing his cow bell and yelling words of encouragement. His excitement really helped...thank you to all the volunteers!  He pointed out the last little climb on the road then all downhill. I tucked my elbows in, laid my chest as close to the stem as possible and pushed my hips to the back of my saddle. It was done! I had made it through some of the toughest miles in Southeast mountain bike racing…But more importantly, I AM BACK!

                This was my official start to the 2020 season. My come back year. I started the year by tackling The Snake head on, and conquering my demons on doubt. I finished with a time of 5 hours, placing me 3^rd in my age group for the day. What an accomplishment! I absolutely gave it my all. My muscles had nothing left. Now time to get back to work preparing for the February version of The Snake Creek Gap Time Trials. Only God knows what the weather will be like, but I know I can do it. We will all have to wait and see if my times keep me on the podium.  Until next time, I hope to see you on the trails. You will know me…just look for the pearls and the lady talking to herself.

                Thank you to all my supporters: my trusted local bike shop and race team sponsor: Scott’s Bicycle Centre, my husband/mechanic/head cheerleader and so much more: Craig Lawson, his co-support crew: Chris and Alison Campbell, and my son: Brady Lawson for being my inspiration, motivation and training partner. Congratulations to all the Team HBC racers: Brady, Alex, Brianna, Will, Brennan, and Reid who showed up with grit and determination.

Black Bear Rampage 2017

For the last 3 Septembers I have pushed myself to go beyond my comfort zone to complete in my longest race of the year, the Black Bear Rampage. This amazing endurance race is organized by Scott's Bicycle Centre. With over 4,600 feet of elevation gain on a 40 mile race route, it is one brutal ride for this full-time nurse practitioner and mom of three. The last 2 years I have finished with the most excruciating cramps and complete exhaustion. I was determined to better my time and finish strong this year.

After many nights of comparing professional training programs, looking at sample daily ride routines and discussing possible options with my husband, it was clear that I did not have enough time to train for this kind of race. Realistically life was not going to allow me to train like a single women who had no other obligations, other than to ride, sleep, and repeat. Seeing my frustration, my husband did some research, used google calendar and complied a training schedule that was manageable. It was not heavy on riding the bike, included running as well as strength training. If you know me, I am not runner!! We were all going to have to make sacrifices for this to work.  I was going to have to run up to two 5Ks per week.  And, with the help of the best trainer ever and an even better friend, Ginger Sillery, I upped my weight program.

Ginger and me on a training ride

I set three goals for this years race: 1. No cramping!, 2. Finish under 4 hours and 30 minutes, 3. Clear that mega beast of a climb at mile 32, Boyds' Gap. The dreaded Boyds Gap Trail is 0.7 miles of rocky singletrack with a max grade of 19% and 230 feet of elevation (200 of which are in the last 0.3 miles). That is one heck of a suffer fest after having already climbed 4,000 feet and ridden over 30 miles. It is the nemesis of most who finish this race.  I was going to clean it, damn it!!!

Love these wheels!

When race day came I had completed 11 weeks of 6 day a week training, and felt good riding at a moderate pace for 40 miles. It was the most prepared I have ever been for the Black Bear. Thanks to the guys at Scott's Bicycle Centre, my bike was tuned, fresh with a set of new Bontrager Line Pro 30 wheels and a new Bontrager XXX carbon seat post. It is all about the motion in the ocean, this girl likes her squish.  I was set!  Hurricane Irma was churning North, but hadn't made it up the coast of Florida.  The weather was beautiful with temperatures in the 70's and low humidity! The air was light and breezy, the perfect fall weather. Better make this ride count, rain was on the way.

MY BOY!

My son, Brady, was racing the Black Bear Rampage, as well, in the 7 mile kids race. He was set to start his race an hour before my race. He is a natural beast on the bike but had not been able to ride all summer due to a broken arm. I knew he could finish in time to see me at the start line, I hoped. Sure enough, as I stood there watching the clock tick towards 9 am, I looked up and saw my boy, sweat soaked hair and all. He finished in 46 minutes, 2 minutes faster than the second place finisher. Proud mama moment!

After exchanging congratulations, I started to look around me. I knew my competition was tough this year. Carey Lowery was the sure winner in the women's expert class. Then there was Monica and Beth.  They had both been training with a professional endurance expert. They were in the best cycling fitness of their lives. Starr was another formidable competitor. To say she is fast is an understatement. I do not think I have ever come close to her lap times in previous races. Plus, Ali Whittier, another super strong, super fast, badass cyclist.  To count myself amongst these women was inspiring.  I did have to remind myself this is not a race against them. This race is against myself and my goals. 

The Start Line

We started on the long 1 mile, uphill road climb. I tried to keep the other gals in my sight but they were steadily spinning there mountain bikes up the hill as good roadies would, I say roadies with love. I did not want to start too fast and waste valuable energy. I kept my pace at a comfortable level, not letting my heart rate reach 180. As I entered the singletrack on Brush Creek, I kept singing "Glorious" by Macklemore. I was going to have a great day!!

The first 13 miles were great. I was feeling relaxed and keeping a good speed. Craig and Brady were at the US Forestry bridge to cheer me on.  It is hard to miss Craig's booming voice over the others.  The climb up Bear Paw was uneventful. By the time I reached Thunder Rock Express, I had settled into a pattern of being passed by a few guys on the uphills and dropping them on the downhills. I knew Craig would be waiting for me at the bottom of Thunder Rock with a feed bag. He always seems to be exactly where I need him, when I need him.  I had not eaten as much as I had planned. It was okay though, I was feeling great. Now for the second half of the course, time to start climbing. The next 4 miles contained 900 feet of elevation gain on gravel and singletrack. UGH! This is the time I just put my head down and pedal damn it. I talked to a few guys, sang, tried to laugh at myself, what ever it took not to have a mental self pity party of one. I knew after the climbing there was some epic down hill with a few good root drops and turns. I was ready! Quartz Loop is always where I hit the exhaustion "wall". This time as I hit the wall, I just made sure to keep spinning and not let the dark side take over. It worked. I was a little slower than I would have liked but I did not stall out. I was not cramping. River View did not disappoint on the downhill but climbing back out was tough. Greg Highwood had kept me company up some of the epic climbs and joined me again on this one. It was nice to have his motivation and a smiling face to help me push on.

Now it was time to rest as I descended 500 feet in the next 2 miles. I just kept telling myself I had to conserve energy to climb Boyds Gap. I met Craig at feed zone stop #2, back at the bottom of Bear Paw, exchanged water bottles, got some electrolyte blocks and took a Isogenix energy drink. All that in preparation for the next climb. I had no idea how I was doing on time,it didn't matter. I was focused on my heart rate zone of 155-175 as I pedaled back along Old Copper Road, an abandon roadbed that once was used to haul copper ore.  It is now a long snaky trail with lots of rock and roots.  I was feeling some muscle tightness in my inner quads. No! I was not going to cramp, it was not part of the plan!  Mind over body! I kept my steady pace until I hit the road climb before Boyds. I did not push myself too much up the road. I knew I needed to keep to a gentle spin and listen to my legs. As I was passed by a guy, he asked if we were going to climb the same singletrack we came down earlier in the day. I replied with a smiling YASSS! His response contained words not appropriate for gentle ears. I was passed yet again by the same couple of guys that I had passed earlier on the downhill sections.  This girl is getting better on downhills!

TOP GUN!

It was now time to accomplish my third goal. My legs were screaming at me. So I started my chant "No Pain, Just Strength".  These 4 words kept my mind focused and my legs moving. I passed the two wonder climbers as they were walking up the mid section of the climb. Now it was time to test my will against the extreme grade with rock and water damage. Had to the front wheel light and traction on the back wheel. NO PAIN, JUST STRENGTH! Then I heard his voice..."COME ON DUDE!" It was Craig! He did not realize it was me. His voice echoing down the trail. I had heard him in the distance, trying to motivate other riders.  I was now the one he was cheering on. His voice was the last bit of motivation I needed to keep my feet in the pedals and the wheels moving. I was going to do this!! Ground do not give out on me now. Craig finally recognized me, he started yelling more and louder. I really cannot tell you exactly what he was saying as I was repeating those 4 words over and over, NO PAIN, JUST STRENGTH! I really wanted to stop climbing...I could see the top.  I was focusing more and more on keeping my weight balanced and my legs moving. I made it!! I CLEARED IT!..I DID IT!  I couldn't believe it. What an amazing feat for me...happy dance in the saddle! I felt sick from the combination of exhaustion and exultation, but had to keep moving!

NO PAIN!

Now, 7 miles of flowy singletrack between me and the finish. I felt motivated to pedal faster, make up time I lost back at Quartz Loop. I passed several guys on Brush Creek before being passed by the zombie walkers from Boyds. They yelled out nice complements about my climb then zoomed out of sight.

Time to finish strong! As I turned the corner off Brush Creek to the steep grade fire road climb, he was there waiting for me, my wonderful husband...again yelling at me/with me/for me, finish line was in sight. He was running beside me, telling me to dig deep.  I looked at the race clock, 4 hours 13 minutes!! YES, I screamed. I dug deeper and pedaled harder finishing in just over 4 hours and 14 minutes! What a great ride, what a great race, what a great accomplishment.

Until next year Black Bear and Boyds Gap...sub 4:10!

#MTBINPEARLS

Mountain Biking Mom

Night Shift, team up to destroy!

Better late than ever...I am behind in writing this blog post but a mom's priorities are consistently changing.

It was that time of the year again, time to pull on my big girl panties, the nice ones, of course, not those tan ones that go up to your bellybutton.  Once a year, I race at night. If you know me, you would know my kids check on me at 9:30 pm each night to see if I have turned into a pumpkin. It is a running joke within my family, get home before Mom turns.  I am not a night time person. I never liked night shift at the hospital. All romantic evenings with Craig, end around 9:15, if things are going good..10.  So, riding from 6 pm to midnight is not exactly in my thing.

My very first mountain bike race, was SORBA Chattanooga's Pick Our Poison race at Booker T. Washington State Park in 2013...I was a nervous wreck!  The Pick Your Poison race has since faded into the undergrowth, hopefully to reemerge one day.  To keep a race at Booker T. Washington State Park, the Velo Vixen Night Shift Race was relocated. This is another Chattanooga classic race which was once run by SORBA. Now it is run by the Vixens; a women's only multi-sport club that is dear to me.  Booker T. is a perfect location with many affections; lake access, camping (special for this event), running water restrooms and fire pits.  Great place to have a good time. After a couple of turns at Enterprise South Nature Park, a change of scenery was welcomed.  

My follow Scott's Bicycle Centre Race Team mate, Beth Lofgen, had an undesirable obligation (aka...a job) which prevented her from joining me this year. I set out to find another strong woman, who would be willing to ride into the wee hours of the night. I knew who to ask, Christine Yario Warren. It took a couple times but she finally gave in. I think she agreed in order to shut me up. Christine is FAST!!! She beat me at 2016 Snake by 15 minutes! Go back and read the February 2016 blogs about The Snake, you will see her beastliness mentioned.  Now, armed with a bad-ass partner, it was time to race!

The day started with some great family time during the TYMBR (TN Youth Mountain Bike Race) event. All three of my kids decided to race. I didn't think the girls were going to commit. After days of "maybe," they finally said yes (maybe they were tired of me asking too). Nerves were high! Brady had some make up to do. He had not  been training as he should, and his race times were showing it. Wrestling season had taken a toll, and he wanted a break (a well earned and deserved break).  Athleticism only goes so far and he was learning it.  Before this race, he spent time at Booker T doing hill repeats on the dreaded Ivy Hill.  He figured out how to clear the roots on the climb which made me incredibly proud. He set a race plan: pass on the hill...on foot or in the pedals, pass!  At the start of Brady's race, he was fourth into the woods...not good at Booker.  Tight, old school, trail with more roots than dirt doesn't offer many opportunities to pass.  I hoped he would stick to his plan.  The race course took him out of our sight for a while. Inside, I was worried about him.  But, there was a sweeper and a couple course marshals...HE WILL BE OKAY, HE WILL BE OKAY.  I was on the course with Haley when the first racer emerged from the tree line.  Craig was there cheering on all the racers.  (He could be heard over the crowd, let's just call him loud.)  Brady was not in front, but he was close.  He finished a strong second.  His race plan had paid off.  He was in 4th place at the base of Ivy Hill, he passed two racers on the climb and held his position.  He is starting to race with his head and his body, not just pure muscle power.

An one mile loop was crafted for the younger age classes.  My Molly is not a podium chaser, but it does not deter her from giving 100% effort. She drives through the pain and challenge.  She is GIRL POWER!  Words cannot explain my pride for her!  Molly is starting to race, instead of riding with her friends.  If she will keep at it, her "no for an answer" attitude will pay off. She finished her race with a smile (kinda).

Haley, too, fights for each foot of trail.  At a whopping 50 lbs, her bike weighs close to 50% of her body weight.  Just has the biking industry is attempting to address the lack of women's specific bikes, it too needs to take notice of weight of youth bikes.  For what Haley lacks in size and power, she makes up for in determination and fire!  Never has a crash, race distance or finishing placement influenced her during a race.  This race was no different; except, she was racing with her BEST FRIEND FOREVER EVER.  The two of them are cut from the same fabric.  They stayed together throughout the race and shared post race woes.  Friendships forged within challenging times, are forged forever...or in their case forever ever.

With the youth race concluded, it was time for the evening of fun to start. My dad came to park and picked the kids up. They were going to spend the rest of the evening relaxing at our house while Craig and I took our bike lights into the night. YES...Craig did race! He was another one that I had to push into "saying yes to the race". We set up our staging area in a prime location amongst our friends. The night was going to be cold. Thank goodness for Eric Lee, he brought a patio heater...an oasis of warmth!  

I drew the short straw, first lap was in my hands which included the parade lap area...up the hill, around the tree and though the mud to the trailhead, we went!  At least this meant I had one good lap without lights. My strategy was to go out fast and stay up front. We had some TOUGH competition. The other women's duo was a petite and powerful combination of bad-ass mountain biking ladies.

I wiggled my way to the front of the mass start line up. I wanted to have a much room as possible in front of me. Going into the woods I had a good lead. My heart was pounding, I began to think that maybe I had pushed it too hard on that initial hill. I was still in control of my breathing, worked on bringing my heart rate down. I started to feel better after a few hundred yards of single track. Then disaster struck! In a smooth, simple turn I was suddenly on the ground!! WHAT THE.....! Not only was I on the ground, but I had another racer and his bike were laying on top of me!..WTH!  Quick systems check, everything was working. The other team went flying by...dang it! He must have scrubbed me..rubbing is racin', we all know that; however, crashing early in a race takes the wind out of the sails. I had lost our advantage, so I pulled myself together...got back into the race! As I continued on that rooty tight trail, I realized that something wasn't just right. Fellow racers...Um, either your wheel's through axle is about to fall out or your wheel is a taco salad. I replied, commonly, "thank you, just crashed." In my head I was screaming, "dammit, I did not look a the back wheel!"

Finishing that lap was not easy! Had to slow down, attempted to manage the roots and bumps while minimizing the damage. I crossed the start/finish line and got off.... holy, mother of all things wavy!..that wheel had move curves than me. Thank goodness for Erik Hunt with Owens Cyclery and Mike Skiles with Suck Creek Bicycles for the neutral pit support. A few kicks and unpleasant sounding hits to my wheel and it was in relative working order...relatively!  Plan "B" was not necessary...bike share program with my team mate...thank goodness!

The next two laps were rough but uneventful. I was able to clean Ivy Hill twice! The last lap I was just plain too whooped to power over the roots...no shame in hike-a-bike. As I came in from my third lap I was done...like not going back out, done!  My thighs were literally screaming at me.  Christine agreed, time to enjoy the evening and good food provided by the Vixens.  

Remember I convinced Craig to race? Well he had a great race! Counterclockwise at Booker is not his favorite direction, but he finishing 1st in his class.  We don't have many opportunities to race together.  I could not be more proud of him. I think he enjoyed it more than he would admit.  If it wasn't for the cramping, he might have enjoyed it more.

When I was done, Craig and I both headed up to the pavilion; there were massage therapist and food were waiting. Both, I desperately needed. My thighs were rock hard, tight from all the climbing.  After some convincing, I actually got Craig to lay still for a leg massage...he has issues with strangers touching him which I am total fine with :).  It was worth it, he could walk again. Bellies full and muscles relaxed, we loaded our gear and enjoyed the festivities.  Christine and I finished 2nd to Emily Pullen and Hannah Reed, those ladies are FAST!...Seven laps!

Thank you to SORBA Chattanooga for helping prepare the trails.  Booker is old school, it tests bike handling skills, especially at night.  Big thanks to the Velo Vixens, volunteers and fellow racers for a great race...even the guy that landed on me. I look forward to next years race.

With new XXX race wheels from the guys at Scott's Bikes and Trek, I competed at the 3/6 hour Fort Yargo race this past weekend.  Be on the look out for that blog post...soon, I hope!

Ladies, always check your back wheel.  No one wants to see your taco salad!

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Girls Rule!

I attended a Sue Haywood Clinic...ROCKED MY WORLD! As part of the Year of Me (turning 40), Craig has been pushing me to find 12 exciting experiences before the big day. I have been wanting to attend an all women's mountain bike clinic for some time now. I jumped on the opportunity to learn from Sue Haywood with the added bonus of visiting Mulberry Gap.

I have to admit, I was a little nervous at first. No one else from Chattanooga was attending...flying solo. As a closet introvert with tendencies of nervous talking and uncomfortable giggling (official diagnosis), I flashed back to high school...the new girl...strangers...which lunch table...oh no, am I one of the cool kids...FREAKING OUT!  It is the Year of Me...new experiences...stuck my neck out there, registered for the group cabin.  Doin' this!

Did I mention...I was going to Mulberry Gap!!! One of my most favoritest get-a-way locations!  Getting to hang out with women who are as crazy about mountain biking as I am...could not wait! Still nervous, but at least we all speak the common language of bikes.

The packing started on the Tuesday before, everyone I know takes 3 days to pack, don't you...I blame the Eagle Scout in the house..."are you packed yet?"  Gear bag checked, riding clothes were washed, everything was going smooth until...THE WEATHER CHANNEL!..Rain, damn it! No this cannot be! I convinced myself to sleep in the same room with strangers...rain, rain, go away!  Alright...breathe, we live in the South and weathermen are 20% right, 20% of the time.  I'll gave it until Friday, the forecast was going to change!  It did...kinda!

As always, the guys at Scott's Bicycle Centre had my bike ready to roll.  Never a worry with Doug and the gang.  It needed a good comb over after the Velo Vixens' Night Shift Race (blog post pending, just so excited to tell y'all about the clinic).  An advanced camp, required an advanced bike.  My Trek Top Fuel 9.8(.5) handled the trails like a champ!

Friday came, weather was looking better-ish. Rain might hold off for at least one day. "Just give me enough time to learn how to wheelie!"  On my way down to Mulberry Gap, I was pondering what the other women would be like, where they traveled from, will there be a loud snorer in the cabin (I had my hammock and a rain fly, just in case I needed to bail).  Upon arriving, I saw a few other women filing in...just stay cool and don't look them in the eyes!  At check in I got a key, a key?...WAIT A DANG SECOND...a small cabin?!  You mean, no scary Orange is the New Black moments over who gets the top bunk..the weekend was awesome!  A group of guys from Missouri had rented out the bunkhouse!  Awe...privacy, no children, badass women screaming into camp after afternoon rides on the Pinhoti's...Let me say it again, this weekend was awesome!

No time to ride that evening.. :(  BUT, it was dinner time!  Never arrive at Mulberry Gap with a full belly, amazing home cooked meals and plenty of it. I met several of the ladies at dinner...lunch room table fear concurred!  Atlanta was the most popular hometown, one from Nashville, another from Asheville and I finally met Shanna, THE Endless Bike Girl!  I always see crazy pictures of her fairy wings, cool socks and all, on social media.  Single speeders rave over her bike cogs. Celebrity moment for sure!  We got a tentative schedule from Sue after dinner and everyone headed back to there cabins. WAIT...no group socialization? No camp fire shenanigans? I guess I was not the only one nervous about meeting new people.

My roommate arrived after dinner. We hit it off from the start!  She, too, was a medical professional.  We spent the evening nerding out on medical industry conversation, but not too deeply, we had mountain bikes to ride in the morning.

Saturday morning breakfast was Aaaamazing (I seem to be talking about food a lot)! Good nutrition for a day on the bike, a must! Water bottles were filled, crafty name tags made (of course I wrote my name really small and stuck it on my helmet, just like a good introvert would do), we are ready for some schoolin'. Scott's Bike Shop did a great job setting my bike up. I passed bike check with flying colors. Levers and shifter were all well placed, no adjustments needed.  Ready to shred!

Next, ride position check:  Lesson #1 - I do not hold my arms the right way. Elbows out! (crap,...shhh, he has been right the whole time, no one tell "him"). 

Onto riding: Ready position, moving around in the cockpit of the bike (that's right, biking is so cool we get to sit in a cockpit just like a fighter pilot...minus the wings, missiles, plane and engines...but it is still a cockpit!), braking (for weenies), and leaning the bike. Oh, leaning the bike. I have been working on that technique for a while . It has been my Achilles heel. Stop turning and start leaning! So much to work on at home. Note to self, buy small cones for home practice. Plus it will be a great way to get the kids working on skills too!

Next, bunny hops, wheel lifts (both front and back)...super fun.  On to WHEELIES...oh, no wheelies, but I want to learn how to wheelie! A few pointers were given for practicing a wheelie but we ran out of time. What a fun filled morning. Great instruction and support was handed out. I felt so inspired as I started to see some of these women feel more comfortable with their bike.

After lunch we headed to some of my most favorite, yet rarely, visited trails; Bear Creek, Pinhoti 1 and Pinhoti 2. During previous visits to Mulbarry Gap, I have always ridden the 5 mile climb to the top of Bear Creek. Not this time, we had a shuttle! Catch ya next time CLIMB. 

We started on the Bear Creek Spur. Practice time on gnarly switchbacks. I have not been able to clear the two on Bear Creek. Hike-a-bike in shame, but no more, time to clean them.  After watching Sue and two others, ride clear the first one, I took a deep breath and pedaled down. Eyes up, looked ahead, leaned the bike, butt was back, heels were down, used both brakes. I started into the righthand turn feeling balanced, under control, but then I felt my back wheel start to slide. Okay...no biggie! Kept looking up, looked where I was going. UMPH, my back wheel bucked up right in the apex of the turn, threw me slightly off line, but kept looking up resisting the urge to bail...ahhh TREE! Brake, gain control!  Letting the training take over.  I found myself leaning against a tree at the bottom of the switchback. I made it! A little out of control, but I made it. Sue chimes in "Great job! Remember to breath." Need to add breath to my prep list.

Several women were not quite sure if they wanted to attempt the tight off camber turn. One young lady, who was obviously a little intimidated, decided to put her fears aside and go for it. I was so proud of her!! She went into the right hand turn very well balance. Then, at the same place I had lost control, she starts to slide, ugh, she hit her brakes, gained some control and then, in slow motion, her back wheel started to buck up, she leans forward, BAM, just like that she was tumbling down the side of the hill. Shoot, I thought she was going to recover. Within seconds, several ladies were at her side, helping her up, collecting her bike and gear. She was quick to her feet and looking good. Phew, no need for nursing skills....Oh wait..."um, Noel, could you please come check out this cut?" Alright, taking off my helmet and putting the nursing hat on. I approached the group on the ground. Oh damn! Is that fatty tissue pocking out??? Yep, that was one deep "scratch."  That was going to leave a mark!  After flushing out the wound, we apply a wet to dry bandage with bits and pieces from the first aid kit in Shana's never ending supply pack. Moved to triage and insure she didn't have any other unnoticed injuries. She checks out otherwise unscathed. Alright back to biking for the rest of us...she was heading to the Ellijay hospital.  Mountain biking isn't for wimps!

The rest of the ride is fairly uneventful; seriously fun singletrack! Fast down hills with roots and rocks, creek crossings, uphill ascents with punchy climbs. What a BLAST! Re-energized and feeling the smooth movements of my bike as I LEANed into the turns, I found a new groove. It was all about flow. We headed back to camp for shower and dinner.

Sunday proved to be a little different than planned. A downpour had started Saturday night and didn't let up. :( No riding on Sunday. We set up shop in the Gathering Barn to turn lemons into lemonade.   With all the bikes gathered we set to taking wheels off and on, playing with suspension presser and rebound adjustments. The most impressive item on the docket was Shanna's pack, the woman carries literally everything in the pack. I swear she could survive the end of the world with that thing.  Who needs an American Express, when you have a pack like that...NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT.

I left the weekend feeling pumped, enlightened and ready to get more women educated on the basics of mountain biking. I really want to share the joy of freedom, accomplishment and independence the bike provides to us. I wish my personality allowed me the luxury of being unpredictable and spontaneous. If it did, I would quit my job tomorrow and start helping fellow female mountain bikers become more comfortable with a bike. Thank you Sue and Shanna! You are two very inspiring women who know how to pass on the inspiration to SHRED LIKE A GIRL!

Stay tuned in for my next blog post...going retro.  Well not really, just writing about my last race before my next race which is coming up this week.  

Time to Race out of Paynes

Last year was a tough year!  I raced through back and glut injuries (yep, my butt hurt...bad).  These injuries affected all aspects of riding. Strong core and good posture are critical to a good riding position which helps prevent injuries, take my word for it!  With the help of rest and professional rehab, my back is back. Winter training kept me moving.  As much as I despise riding a trainer...the devil personally invented my bike trainer...I had a job to do...pedal, even in the cold and rain...channeling my best Dory...just keep pedaling!  Thank you everyone that helped me through this tough time...late night back rubs from my husband, strength training with Ginger Sillery, massage therapy with Virginia Lee at ReVive Massage and PT from my buddies at Results Physiotherapy.  

As the year turned, I listened to my body...it wasn't ready for The Snake.  Took a pass to live to fight another day...The Snake will be there next year, all 34 miles of it.  I really want a buckle!  January and February came to pass, Craig kept asking...Are you racing this year?  Finally the timing was right...BATTLE FOR PAYNE'S CREEK, one of my favorites.  Time to return to racing!  The weekend drew near, the nervousness and anticipation was fluttering through my body. Luckily, I had recruited a wonderful travel partner, Bridget Moore. She is an experienced triathlete but new to mountain biking. Curiosity killed the cat, but it brought Bridget to the mountain bike race scene, and I was thankful. Craig couldn't make the trip, he was managing the family...soccer games and weekend activities.  The balancing act active parents of active children must perform. 

To my surprise, I was selected for a race day sponsorship by TORQ Nutrition. Race day nutrition is something planned and set in stone...than set in stone again...than bronzed.  NO CHANGES on race day, but I figured, new year, new plan...what the heck...I will try it and I LOVED IT!  

2017 is my 4th race season...hard to believe how far I have come from buying a 50 lb Diamondback with Craig at Dick's Sporting Goods on Black Friday in 2010.  Sure, I will give mountain biking a try...what could it hurt.

Payne's Creek is a fun and fast course. Friday morning, as I started to get ready for the race, I knew I just needed to get through a half  day of work, rush home from the clinic, pack my truck, pick up my travel partner and sit in Atlanta traffic...traffic sucks! In that chaos, I realized I forgotten an absolute necessity of racing...yes, I remembered my bike...three pregnancies didn't take that many brain cells, but I had left my pearls behind! How is a girl to go on!?!? As well as my sunglasses and folding chairs, but I had a saddle and eyelashes...I needed pearls!   God puts people in our lives at just the right moments, Bridget was my angel.  She had me covered with pearls and sunglasses. 

To break up the trip, we crashed at my parent's house in Athens.  Enjoyed some great Thai food, toured the old college stumping grounds and scored two chairs from Jerry NeSmith's garage stockpile...thank you, Dad and Mom!

Race day morning, I tried to stay calm...no luck!  I LOVE racing and today was my Christmas! Bridget and I left on time..I might have pushed us out the door. The drive to Hartwell was uneventful. We arrived, grabbed my race number, popped up the tent...Oh, how great it was to return to racing...day dreaming of past races and seeing old faces...an announcement awoke me from the moment...RACERS MEETING!. WHAT, WAIT, WHAT...I did not even have the bike off the rack! Yes, yes, yes...I cannot elbow anyone in the face...I get it, but I need my bike!  Heart rate was a gillion...sprinted to the car, put the number plate on...who needs warm up time!  Off to the start line, it was time to DO THIS!

With the Red Hot Chili Peppers whispering in my ear, I calmed my mind and got ready to ride. READY, SET, GO...We were off!  I had no idea if anyone else was in my class, it didn't matter, I was racing and I felt good...really good!  My goal: beat my previous times, competitors didn't matter, this race was for me. I focused on my cadence, found myself on the wheel of some great riders that kept me motivated to move, and pedaled! At the 30 min mark, I reached for my TORQ gel, opened it...fuel was on the way...while it was until I dropped it! Well, crap! No time to cry over slipped milk or dropped gels. Keep pedaling! The first lap was in the books.  I had beat my best lap time by 6 minutes!!!  Feeling strong, I exchanged my TORQ hydration bottle.  Made certain I had a firm grip on a new gel pack.  Took off for another lap.  The next two laps past like a dream.  I listened to the hub buzz on my Bontrager XXX wheels, an early 2017 upgrade to the Trek Top Fuel 9.8.5 "Top Dawg".  The guys at Scott's Bikes cannot go unmentioned, they keep my beast eating trails and shredding corners.  The Top Fuel soaked up all the bumps and roots Payne's Creek could throw at us.  She is a racing machine and I was overjoyed to be back on her saddle!

Pro moment...A personal race day photographer!  Bridget was a rock star. She was ever-ready with her camera, snapping photo, after photo of me. WOW...celebrity status! Next paparazzi will be tracking me down...LOL!

Three hours, only three hours!  Finishing my 3rd lap, I wanted time for a 4th lap, guess I need to train harder!  It was great to be back racing!  My nutrition was spot on, even with the lost gel. I met my goal! Every lap was faster than my personal record from 2 years ago. The winter rehab and training was paying dividends. The race brought me back!  Thank you Bridget for the physical and mental support, it was priceless!!!!  I will repay the favor anytime!  

Second in my class and 3rd overall female...not too bad for a chick who raced last year with a broke ass. Much respect for the Florida girls that finished ahead of me!  Great things are coming in 2017, I plan to race at least 2 other Chainbuster Races, along with local staples. My children's race season starts next weekend, as always, it is a balancing act between family life, professional life and race life.  I look forward to seeing new face and old friends on the start line this year! I might even get Craig to sign up for a race...might!  

Next race is the Velo Vixen's Night Shift 3/6 Hour Race at Booker T. Washington State Park on April 8.  I am teaming up with Christine Warren to tackle 6 hours of night racing.

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