Dirty Kanza 200 - My Race Day
Tuesday, June 8, 2010 at 4:00AM 18 Comments I'm still sorting out race day. It feels sort of like a movie that begins by showing the last scene first followed by clips and scenes leading up to the fateful ending. My day ended early. Earlier than I planned. Here is my story. (Warning - This is a long post. Refill your coffee now!)
For some odd reason, I entered my first race in 13 years. My last race was Leadville Trail 100. I can't begin to describe the feeling I had at the start of the race. Some day I'll delve into that, but needless to say, I was a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn't be right? It was supposed to be 95 degrees, windy and I had 200 miles of gravel facing me. I had a goal of sub 18 hours. I secretly thought that I could finish in the top 20-30 if I persevered and finished. In writing that last line, I must have been crazy to have those dreams given I haven't raced in so many years. That said, I rarely set my goals low. My strategy was not to sit back and finish. My strategy was to race and push myself to my limit.
The police escorted roll out of town was fairly uneventful. Truthfully, I expected it to be a bit faster, but I think the police car kept folks in check. I knew there would be a strong lead group as this DK field of about 160 riders had a stacked field. My goal was to be just behind the lead pack so that when we hit gravel, I would not be following too many folks. I don't like following people on gravel for a couple of reasons, dust and not being able to see the surface of the road.
Prior to the race, I had talked to a lot of folks about the rocks and how the sharp Flint Hills gravel really tears up tires. I sort of thought that this was hyped just a bit to add fear and drama to racers stories, sort of a Kansas cycling folk lore. Not more than 800 meters onto gravel after the paved roll out, I witnessed the first flat. Maybe there was something about the sharp rock? Just maybe it was bad luck? Maybe it was shoddy mechanics? I snapped the pic above and then pondered my chances of a flat free DK?
As we rolled out of town and got deeper into the open range of the Flint Hills area, I looked back. I wanted to see the sunrise. It was a beautiful morning. I also wanted to see how spread out the pack was at this point. I wanted to ride on my own. It's not that I didn't want to share it with anyone. I just didn't want to be part of some one elses story. This race was a personal battle.
As we zig zagged across the Kansas country side, it was fairly obvious that wind is a big part of the Kansas landscape and environment. Much of the first 40 miles was into the wind, or at least a strong cross wind. I love wind swept trees like this. I thought about stopping to perfectly frame & expose and capture the riders as they crested the hill. However, it was a race and I snapped this shot as I pedaled and put my camera back in the frame bag.
Soon, the field was spread out over miles and miles of Kansas country side. I saw riders searching for derailleur parts in the gravel, others changing flats, while others battled cramps. The sun was getting higher. It was getting hot. I felt incredibly strong. I picked off rider after rider. I rolled into the first check point at 60 miles in under 4 hours. I was pleased, yet the cows were not impressed.
The next section to check point 2 was 40 miles. There was a tailwind and it was getting hotter yet. I was still feeling incredible. I continued to pass folks and press on. I didn't take many pictures on this section. I was focused on getting this 40 mile section put to rest and behind me. I wanted to get halfway as that is where I thought the real battle and test would begin. Then, it happened...I flatted. We had ridden a very rough section of gravel. I think it was called the CC road. Upon inspection, I found a nice tear in the tire. The fabled flint rock got me. Crap! Thankfully, I had a tire boot and all the stuff. I sat and baked in the hot sun as I changed my flat. With no wind movement, sweat was dripping everywhere. Salt stung my eyes. I think I counted 10 or so riders that passed me. As quick as I could, I got back on the road hoping and praying the tire boot would hold and that I would get to town where I could further inspect the tire. If it was bad, I made a plan to swap the rear tire to the front and put the less worn front on the rear. Filled with anxiety, I pressed on and repassed most, or all, of the riders that had passed me. I made it into the second check point at 100 miles in under 7 hours. Pretty darn good considering I had a flat and haven't raced 100 miles in 13 years.
This is where the race and my story really begin. I will apologize now for the lack of pictures that follow. My picture taking pretty muched stopped. I had planned to do a short video at each check point. That did not happen. The check points were points of anxiety for me. Many riders had support folks there to assist, refuel, put fresh tires on, etc. I did not know that was an option and had planned on self support. I carried all my food and supplies with me. I only replenished on liquids at the check points. As folks got help, I scrambled and feverishly refilled my bottles, ate and worked to restore my electrolytes.
With 100 miles down and a 100 to go, it was time to get back on the road. I hopped back on my bike and rolled out of town. I left town alone again and then caught up with Scott, the eventual single speed winner, about 3 miles out of town. He was on a Moots. We chatted about the wonders of titanium and discussed single speed chain rings. It was the first time I had ridden or talked with anyone. It was nice to break up the miles. Eventually we split up and I pressed on ahead alone.
This section proved to be incredibly difficult. Some of the roads were very, very primative with huge rocks. One of the roads was called Little Egypt. After riding it, I'm guessing it was named after the huge rocks that I'm sure could have been used to build the ancient pyramids. It was rough and brutal. I was very careful to pick my lines and some how managed to avoid a flat through this section. As the road smoothed out and turned to rolling hills, I was once again flying down the road and pressing on. The last 5 miles into Alma was hot. It felt like it must have been 100 degrees. My black shorts were on fire. My calf muscle brushed the seat stay on my titanium bike and it too felt hot to touch. I made it to the 3rd and final check point in Alma, mile 140. Someone told me I was in the top 30. I was elated....But I also knew I was starting to crack and needed some time to cool my core body temp down.
At Alma things got interesting. It was so incredibly hot. I was cooked. I ate my last peanut butter and chocolate chip sandwich along with some beef jerkey and cashews. I downed a chocolate milk and a cold Gatorade. After 30-40 minutes at the store, my body finally cooled down and I hit the road again.
Earlier in the week, someone told me that section 3 that I had just completed was the most difficult. In my mind I had mentally prepared myself that what I rode through was the hardest and that the rest would be easier. I was wrong. Things went up. Repeatedly and for long distances. At one point I stopped on an old concrete bridge to cool down. It was in the shade and I thought just maybe the concrete was cool. I lied down on my chest with my arms outstretched on the concrete. I was wrong again! It was hot just like everything else. I rested, ate some more CLIF Shots and then pressed on. Up and up the road turned. Where was this fabled convenience store folks were talking about so I could get more cold liquids? My map didn't seem to make any sense. I was missing course markings. After some 30 mph gravel descents, I eventually made it to mile 165 in Eskridge.
There was quite a group of riders at the store in Eskridge. I caught back up to many folks that left the last check point before I did. Many folks were cooked. Several were dropping out. I was unsure. I ran cold water over my head in an attempt to cool down. I rested on the bench and my arms were twitching and my hamstrings were cramping. I was cooked. I knew in my head I could finish, but at what cost?
I said "I gotta finish", grabbed my bike and started rolling it away from the store. I quickly found out my tire was flat. I must have flatted again rolling into town and didn't know it. Now the stakes went up just a bit. If I pressed on, I knew it would be dark by the time I finished. Did I want to head into the night with only 1 tube left, no blinkly tail light because it vibrated and fell apart somewhere between mile 100 and 165, no other scheduled stop and most importanly, no one to call for help? I just didn't want to put myself in that situation. I decided the tire was a sign from above and called it quits. I walked over to a guy in a pick up truck that had a red Salsa Chili Con Crosso on the back of it and asked if he could give me a ride back to Emporia? He said yes. That was it. Finished. 165 miles. Not 200.
Here are the facts.
- My first race or organized event in 13 years
- My longest ride of my life as well as the most physically challenging thing I have ever done
- 13 hours of riding time (plus check point time)
- Top speed - 35.4 mph
- I am happy with the facts, but disappointed in that I did not attain my goal
It's hard not to think about what if...What if I just would have booted the tire again and pressed on? That certainly was one of the two choices that I could make out in my head at that moment. However, I chose the other and I am trying to find peace in setting a big goal, going for it with gusto and stretching myself. The facts speak for themselves. I rode a strong race and pushed beyond my old limits despite not finishing. Sounds like a victory in my personal battle with the race. I'm good with that. I'm not looking back.
ps - All photos shared today are a bit blury and out of focus. I shot all with a pocket Canon S90is camera. I hate out of focus shots but felt they added an accurate feel to my event and a feeling of motion and a race. Someday I hope to go back and take some stunning shots of the amazing Kansas country side.
Dirty Kanza, Flint Hills, Kansas in A bike with no name, Gravel Goodness
Reader Comments (18)
Wow man. Thanks for sharing. 165 miles in that heat and wind is an amazing job, especially after such a long break from racing. You made the right call in stopping. We all do the "what if?" thing when we look back at a race, but you really shouldn't. Just rest in knowledge that you trained hard, pushed hard, and did a great job. Even though pushing ourselves to do stupid things on the bike is sort of part of the whole endurance racing thing, there are limits sometimes. I know myself the level of stupidity that I will endure has changed over the last 6 years. And I suppose that is not just a coincidence that Brennan is now 6 years old. Thoughts change from "I really need to finish this" to "screw this, my wife and boy are at home waiting for me and don't care if I rode 100 miles or 200 miles!" LOL! I have no doubt that you will try this event or another similar event in the future and kick ass. Just don't wait 13 years! ;)
Great pics too! Thanks!
Jason
Jason,
You can be proud of your effort and your accomplishments. That heat and humidity was awful, and ended the day short for many Dirty Kanza veterans. Thanks for coming down and being a part of our best Dirty Kanza ever. Thanks for the support... both personally and from Salsa. And thanks for our new friendship.
Jim C.
Gnat, I think after a 13 year hiatus you had a roaring comeback. Jason also hits some great points: Ones that are definitely part of my decision making process at these events as well. There's more to life than a 200 mile event, which is to say, I know that you know what is really important here. That said, I do not mean to minimize the disappointment you felt, which I know was very real. Finally, I like that you say you are moving on from this. I look forward to the next big ride too, and even more so to spending some more time with you. Take care my friend! Great write up and the pics, (even though you are not satisfied), are great as always.
Not much else to say that hasn't been said already. Great job racing and thanks for writing it up.
Thanks guys. Jason, you are right in that those decisions played into my mind as well. They don't care if I ride 200 miles. They care that I make it back home safely.
JIm C - I feel blessed to have met and ridden with you. Good luck in all that you have going on in your life right now. Thanks for a great event. Tell Joel that too.
GT - Our time was short. Next time let's turn the pedals and chat. I was in a different place preparing for this and while at the event. Good job to you too on your race. That first section sure was stunning yet challenging.
Wow, great write-up. It's cool to see the race from someone else's viewpoint. You are an animal. That race was brutal - I am still paying for it.
My sentiments are just like Jason's. I recently attempted the Chequamegon 100. Mile 75 is when I pulled the plug. My body could have finished, but my mind had had enough inputs for the day. One more moment of single track and I'd have cracked. I didn't want to hurt myself. I've got too much riding on me in terms of family and business to do something completely stupid. In my case, and from reading this, in your case Jason, it was smarter and more courageous to pull the plug than to push on and potentially get hurt. I know I'm prouder of having called it, than of finishing. I still wish I could have finished, there's no doubt about that, but I am happy with the decision I made. 165 miles is an awesome feat Jason. I admire guys that make it that far as much as the guys that finished. Nice job.
thanks for chronicling this entire process. bike, training, and the event. It sounds like a truly brutal ride.....that I will not attempt myself. Way to go Jason and everyone at Salsa. I tip my monkey hat in your direction and salute you with a Deschutes Twilight Ale.
Kudos to ya for pushing yourself that hard. Most excellent story and the blurry pics seem just right to me. I wish I was there...sounds like something I would enjoy...sort-of.
grannygear
You are a true bicycling hero!! A real inspiration.
Thanks for riding the last 25 miles with me, Jason. I'm sorry we weren't able to finish it off together. You rode bravely and with a ton of heart though and I admire your tenacity in the super tough conditions. Thank you so much for the friendship and support.
Thanks also for letting me borrow your brand new helmet when I left mine sitting at home... Talk about a life saver. I wouldn't have made it the 165 miles I did without you. To say I owe you one is the ultimate understatement. I don't know how I'll make it up to you but I promise I will.
Love you brother,
MG
Wow, what a report. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that not only are you guys riding 200 miles, but you're racing 200 miles. That's a big difference. Thanks taking as many pics as you did. You are right, the blur/out of focus makes me feel like I was there. I think I want to try this next year. Does that make me crazy?
Great job Jason. Thanks for all the reports leading up to this too!
Hey,don't worry about the "what if's"...you done good Brother! Much better than my weak legs could pull off,LOL! Sounds like you bested some personal demons as well,and like you said,your goals were lofty. Be proud of what you doen did,I am =D
Steve
yes, i think your greatest accomplishment is coming home safe to your beautiful, gorgeous family. second of all, the way you continually arrange and mesh and combine your passions and talents... well, it just plain amazes me. you are a person of true character and i have no doubt that you are indeed at peace with your race... and no doubt you'll do another.
good going, buddy,
amj
Jason,
It was great to meet you and MG and ride with you out of Alma. I know the race did not go as planned, but you toed the line and suffered with the rest of us and did a great job! The day was tough, I was on the edge of heat exhaustion (chills, nausea) most of the day and I am from Texas! I cant imagine how it felt begin from up north. We all had to fight our demons that day, no need to dwell on the "what if".
Take care brother!
Fuzz
Great job! You may not have finished, but what you did ride is quite an accomplishment. You should be proud!
Awesome post and effort -- that last image of you and the other cyclist is amazing --I've got the vaya up a running - had to lengthen the stem to loosen up the body but otherwise great. we leave Sunday for the big event -- see you September.
First race in 13 years, and the longest ride of your life (165 miles in gravel is a lot more than 165 miles on pavement, too!)? I'd say you did pretty damn well! And mistakes today are lessons for tomorrow. Next time you'll go back even more prepared than you were this time. Great report; thanks for sharing.
-Fonk