Can't believe it's already been a year since the last Chase The Sun event. As usual, I entered this event at 11th hour with Friday night beers as my pre-event training, so any thoughts of self respectable results are pretty much out of window before the ink had dried on the event entry form.
This year, I couldn't find anyone to join me to enter as a team. My former team mate Wifee have hung up her cycling boots to take up extreme sport of ballroom dancing, and other riding mates all went "nah mate, next year" when I shoved the race entry form down their Camelbak. So after a few heckling emails from Paul and Damien, I was left with no choice but entering solo, as if I didn't enter, I'll never hear the end of it from Paul.
Let's be clear, my past solo attempts left me bruised and crippled for weeks after the event. I blame my genes for not built to last in enduro events, but the sad truth is I that I sit on my arse when it comes to training. So this time around, I've decided to over come my physical deficit with some preparation and technical superiority*.
The weekend before the event, I hooked up with my professional racer / race paparazzi friend Kat, to do a bit of pre-event reconnaissance ride. Now I've ridden around Lysterfield Lakes more time than I've had sex in my whole life, but still it was worthwhile to take this training ride seriously as Kat is a committed racer and I can learn a thing or ten from her. I rocked up a bit late and this did not impress Kat who waiting by her car raging to go. Once we were underway, Kat informed me that I was about to get schooled by her friend James, who's just clinched VSS men's XC championship. Great, more reason to feel bad about my lack of fitness.
Meeting James was exactly what I have pictured, a perfect example of pure lean race machine of a human being, immaculately prepared to tear through the XC pack. After exchanging some pleasantries, we're off to meet up forth rider Sharon, who's on the other side of the park.
Following James through the single track revealed a couple of things. One - he's a freaking powerhouse. That guy can ride. Easily putting 2 meters into me coming out of any corner, as long as there's a piece of straight or up hill section. Two. I can corner pretty quickly, maybe a tad quicker than James, but XC racing isn't like BMX or DH race, going faster around a bend won't give you a massive advantage. Kat on the other hand was being the professional self, sitting back and observing, saving energy and not getting too carried away like I was chasing after James.
Upon hooking up with Sharon, we followed James and his hand drawn map to do a lap of the race course. It dawned on me that the best XC racers have something in common. They all train, and they all know how to ride a bike efficiently, taking lines with minimal risks. Call them conservative if you like, but it's all done for a good reason - to finish first, you gotta finish first. Charging and crashing in a rock garden isn't going to get you to front of pack fast. Eventually, our training ride comes to an end. James and Sharon both have plenty of gas left in them while Kat and I decided to wrap things up before we got rode into the ground by these two athletes.
The Saturday before the race, Sandy decided to take her brand new Giant Anthem for a good flogging. So we did a lap of Lysterfield lakes together. I used this ride to check the course condition and to decide what tires I should bring on Sunday, while Sandy was loving her new hardcore XC race rig while I bounced along on my fully rigid GT Bravado. I love the feel of a good steel frame with sticky tires, but when it came to charging down a fire road, Sandy on her high tech Anthem left me breathless. Ran into Rob who just happened to be an event official so after a bit of chin wag, Sandy got conned into signing up to race solo on Sunday as well.
Now back to technical superiority*. This year, I've got an little ace on my sleeve. My GT Xizang will be used. If you've been mountain biking in the 90's, a GT Xizang won't need any introduction, otherwise, let's just say Xizang is a special bike. Knowing the track was bone dry, I took a bit of gamble by choosing to run Maxxis 310 dry racers - the aim is obviously to overcome my endurance deficit by running as lightweight as possible.
So the race starts, Sandy, Kat and I decided to hang back and start at the back. The usual traffic jam happened at the single track entry so I peeled off from the pack to - guess what - to the loo again for another leak! (Something in my drink is a bit suss). So when I got back I was in dead last position but sure as hell beats carrying a bladder full of Gatorade around.
It didn't take me long to catch the back markers, but then again, so I should, they were on freeride rigs. First lap was encouraging, caught up and passed Kat who was pacing herself, then Sandy who was jammed up behind some fat dude, and generally had no problems other than occasionally scaring myself drifting sideways on loose gravel. Damien and Paul were no where in sight but I knew I had no hope of keeping to their pace so I just went on about my business.
Second lap, which turned out to be my quickest lap of the whole event, was a happy lap. Legs and body was feeling good, and I had a clear lap with no hold ups.
Lap 3 was a mixed bag. The leaders have by then caught up and I was being an unwilling mobile chicane, so I was riding with one eye forward and another back and generally not paying attention to what I was doing. Coming down the fire road gravel section, I pulled off a Sam Hill trick of big 2 wheel drift. Unlike Sam who drifts at will and won't shit his pants doing it, I nearly soiled mine. Let me tell you, despite the other behind me who witness the whole thing, and giving me a big thumbs up on how cool it looked, I would not never ever attempt that again without full face helmet and body armours. Sliding for like a meter sideways doing 40km/h was knife edge, and I was very lucky to have caught the slide and not crashing.
Lap 5, it hurt. Cramp were setting in. Must had my Endura mixture wrong because why else was I cramping? Caught up with the hot girl in front but she snubbed me off, wasn't keen to talk. Saw Kat again and we both pulled up for a long break. Kat didn't look happy, complained of tired legs but was determined to do another lap. She's a real racer - I would have packed it in. Paul pulled shortly after, and was bleeding and bruised, after pile-driving himself into ground at Mach 5 over a log jump, when the guy ahead decided to stop half way over the logs. Apparently this happened on lap 2, so for Paul to carry on for another 4 laps before quitting shows his will do well. A hard man Paul you are, hats and band aid off to you mate. I demolished a power bar and stole a magnesium tablet from Damien's ration in a battle to keep cramp in check. Sandy pulled up, topped up with some cordial and toddled away to beat me again at another solo event. Great race debut on her new Anthem.
Lap 6. Cramps were getting bad. Really struggled to go up A-line climb, thought of walking it but didn't want to be snapped by a photographer walking a Xizang uphills. That would be an ultimate photo of shame. Had another big scare sliding on gravel down the Comm's Game track, but was hurting too much to gave a shit. I said to myself this was going to be my last lap.
So the last 5 km of the race was a battle to control cramp, keeping weight off the back tire and praying that the Stan's would hold. Every rock was deliberately avoided and use of rear brake was forbidden, to make sure the back tire would not be torn off the rim. The last downhill section of the Comm's Game track was....interesting.... to ride on front wheel only with the back doing whatever it wanted to do. But it held up in the end and I eventually crawled my way to 67th place or something to see a beaming Damien, relaxed Sandy, dazed Kat (from dodgy Gel sacks) and Paul doing his usual funny business under the marquee, despite hobbling on one leg and all.
From this event, I have learn the following:
1. Training is essential in surviving & enjoying an enduro event.
2. Good preparation can make or break you.
3. Get Endura mixture right.
4. Maxxis 310 is a scalple of a tire, in the right hands, it's razor sharp, otherwise it's going to kill you.
5. Paul, Damien & Sandy are better rider overall.
6. Kat is a pro in making.
7. Enduro is best tackled as a team, for me at least.
8. Mountain biking is fun, despite the pain.
Roll on round 2.
I can't feel my legs. :(