It has taken me a few days to finally write about this race. It was a really fun day and a disappointing one all at the same time. Five of us from Joe's Bike Shop made the 11 hour drive down, and is was awesome to have that many teammates racing. Jeff and I camped out with Chris and Kathleen for 2 nights at a campsite about a mile from the start line. We met up up with Greg, who also races for Joe's, and Andrew, who races for Rare Disease Cycling, for a fun pre-ride of the single track section on the Friday before the race. It was really fun sharing the race experience with them.
Cohutta 100 is part of the National Ultra Endurance (NUE) series and takes place in TN and Georgia in the Chattahoochee-Oconee
National Forest. The first 20 miles or so is fun, fast single track. The
next 80 miles takes place mainly on fire road hills with 2 more single track sections at about mile 50 and then right at the end at about mile 93. Up and down, up
and down. There is over 14,000 ft of climbing in the race and by the
end, even the small hills feel like mountains. We were pretty much
either climbing or descending the entire time.
I felt a lot of different emotions after finishing. I was excited, angry, relieved, frustrated, happy, sad, and I felt like I let a lot of people down, especially Joe's, who helped me get my Foundry MTB all
tuned up and race ready, Coach Newell, who has been helping me train for the last 4 months, and my teammates, who have been so supportive and encouraging. I really wanted to have a better result. But yesterday, I got an email from the race directors about a race essay contest with extra points awarded for humor. As I thought back over my time at the race, I realized there were some really funny moments. So instead of focusing on my disappointments, I decided to write about the funny parts of Cohutta 100.
How to Have the Perfect Race
The Perfect Pre-Race Prep:
Prep #1: Get some stitches. On Thursday evening I was out for a relaxed hour
on my mountain bike spinning my legs and getting ready for the big race.
I went over a large root, came unclipped and WHAM - sent my left shin
smashing into my pedal. I spent the rest of that night at urgent care
getting 10 stitches to close up the gash. Crashing before the race means
a clean ride Saturday, right?Prep #2: Make a long drive to the race even longer. Jeff's pre-race hydration plan consisted of venti coffee, red bulls and 44oz diet coke Thirst Slayers from Sheetz. Needless to say, we made many hydration/pee stops on the drive down.
Prep #3: Stock up on the healthiest race food ever. After a trip to
Walmart, we had cliff bars, peanut butter crackers, slim jims, pop
tarts, uncrustables, oreo cookies and monster energy drinks to fuel us
on race day.
The Perfect Race Day Plan:
Plan #1: Ride a hardtail locked out for the entire race. I locked out my fork on the first fire road climb and then proceeded to forget about the fact I had front suspension. Who needs biceps/triceps the next day anyway?
Plan #1: Ride a hardtail locked out for the entire race. I locked out my fork on the first fire road climb and then proceeded to forget about the fact I had front suspension. Who needs biceps/triceps the next day anyway?
Plan #3: Skip the aid stations. I only stopped at one at mile 75. They
are just time killers, especially when you want to make up for lost time.
Getting dehydrated is definitely a better long term plan than taking 2
minutes to refill your bottles.
Plan #4: Push as hard as possible back up Potato Patch Mountain. All of the climbing is over after that right? Haha. Completely wrong. Curses at all the hills that came later in the race!
Plan #4: Push as hard as possible back up Potato Patch Mountain. All of the climbing is over after that right? Haha. Completely wrong. Curses at all the hills that came later in the race!
The Perfect Post-Race Recovery:
Step #1: Celebrate! I was so excited to cross that finish line even
though the race didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I gave my
teammates high fives and hugs. I compared stories
with other racers who had just finished the course. I took off my shoes
(I could barely reach my feet my back was so sore) and soaked my legs in
the Ocoee river. I hobbled around like I was 70 yrs old. I basked in the
glory of not having to climb another hill for at least 2 days. I devoured the post-race veggie burritos, sodas and sweet potato fries.Step #2: Drink some beers. We somehow made ourselves get back on the bikes to ride back to the campsite (a literal pain in the butt!). We made a fire, enjoyed beers, and planned our return to next year's race. It's funny how quickly we can forget the dark places we entered at times during the day that left us questioning exactly why we signed up for the race in the first place. That night, I couldn't wait to come back for more.
Step #3: Lie in the tent and get some sleep. A WHOOOPER WHILL. AAA WHOOOPER WHILL. A WHOOOPER WHILL. AAAAA WHOOPER WHILLLLLLLL. Thanks bird. I hope you find a mate. Your call is really quite something.
Step #4: Wake up before dawn to drive back to Baltimore. The one good thing about not stopping at the aid stations on race day? Plenty of left over drop bag snacks for the ride home!