Growler Mountain Bike Race – Note: there is also The Growler Mountain Bike Race on Sunday, May 24th directed by 6 x Leadville 100 Mile Mountain Bike Champion, Dave Wiens. Special awards to those who complete both “long” races.

I was excited at the prospect of doing both races and registered for the Sage Burner on the day of my final Physical Therapy appointment.  Knowing that I was still not 100%, but getting better all the time.  I then went to the Growler site only to be met with the message that registration had closed because it was full.  Dang!  Thankfully there was a glimmer of hope offered in the form of sending a message to the race director to see if they could squeeze you in via a waitlist.  A few email exchanges with Dave, and I was in!

Never mind the fact that the race was just over 3 weeks away and I was coming off 6 weeks of treatment for my heel with little-to-no running, and my mountain bike was basically a heap.  Oh, it was top of the line back in the day, but has seen a lot of hard mileage and is acting its (old) age.

No time to build up and then taper, so I would run progressively longer each weekend to hopefully set up a chance at a decent finish in the 50k.  I would convert my bike to a singlespeed (lots cheaper than replacing worn out shifters, derailleurs, etc.) and try to ride at least 2x/week.

I ended up with long runs of 0-0-0-7-10-15-15-17 leading up to the race.  Before my last race back in Feb., I put in runs of 23-23-20-20-27-30 all in the dead of winter.  A much better buildup, which led to a really good race.

The Growler was going to be all about just surviving and hoping not to embarass myself too badly.  I spotted a local 30 mile race a couple of weeks before Gunnison and would use that coupled with a 15 mile run the day before to function as a mini-simulation for what would be in store for me.  It also gave me a chance to race on the singlespeed and make sure I had all of my equipment and nutrition dialed in.  I had a good experience with that (see report) and it gave me hope that I could finish off the Sage Burner/Growler combination.  In retrospect, though, that simulation ended up being seriously easy compared to Gunnison.  As is often the case, doing an endurance event that is half the distance does not equal putting out half of the effort.  In logrithmic fashion, my little test only amounted to about 10% of the effort required to do compared to the 32run/64bike on a much harder course.

Sage Burner 50K:

It was great to see and catch up with Dave and Tim before the race.  Dave ran last year as well, and was back for more.  It was fun to slap five and encourage each other as we passed on a two lane section about halfway through.  Tim was a last minute entry to this one, but I knew the course would suit him well.  I commented on his blog that there wouldn’t be any slickrock like at Red Hot, but as we ran the first few miles I was shaking my head at all of the granite we were running across.  Somehow I had conveniently forgotten about that…

Hits on last year's story leading up to this year's race

I was going out a little faster than I normally would, trying to experiment with that a little bit.  I’ve run my last several races pretty conservatively and was looking to maybe stretch the envelope a little.  Even if it meant taking a hit and needing to back off and coming in with a slower time that I would normally run.  I viewed this as a training race not only in putting miles on the legs, but also in trying new techniques and pacing strategies.  It was time to experiment, push myself, and then deal with the consequences.

Feeling good - third in line in this shot. We started in the valley below.

I felt amazingly good for the first couple of miles.  Hey, this is going to be easy I thought to myself.  Ha – that didn’t last long.  I soon slipped into a low point that would last for the next several hours.  My legs were not tight, not sore, just an overwhelming feeling of deadness.  Like warm flat coke, the sugar and caffiiene were still there, but it sure isn’t any fun to drink.  I felt like I had 10 pound ankle weights on.  It was taking serious effort and concentration to pick up my feet.

I stuck to my nutrition and hydration plan, and told myself just keep running.  I knew from experience that these bad feelings can take a while to go away, but there is always hope that it will get better.  Things weren’t going like I had hoped, but I was still enjoying the time on the trails.

The course is one giant loop, and I turned my attention to thinking about what it was going to be like to ride this sucker twice the next day.  The climbs aren’t too long, but they are fairly frequent and demanding.  There are also plenty of technical challenges mixed in with the miles of fast cruising.  I knew there would be a lot of getting off and getting back on the bike, and made a mental checklist of some things I needed to do that night to get ready.

Course view from Google Earth

I didn’t feel like I was racing much, but just out getting in some miles.  Trying not to get too frustrated with how I felt.  I hit mile 15 right on my goal pace (9:50/mile average), which would normally be a good thing.  Instead, I knew the writing was on the wall and there was no way I could sustain the effort.

I started to rally a bit in the last 10 miles and pushed hard up a long climb to the aid station at mile 26.  I passed 3-4 guys on that section and worked hard to do it.  Turned out to be a good move as I got my bottle topped off with the last of the water they had there.  I was already dehydrating quickly and would have been in big trouble had I not gotten water.  I felt bad for the guys coming in just behind me, but knew my move had payed off.

I was initially pretty disappointed with my day.  I went in with visions of running free and easy, cruising to a sub-5 hour time and feeling great doing it.  I’m such a great runner in my head!  Looking back I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out, considering the way this spring has gone.  I hung in there and stayed strong, and got it done.  Good days will come again, and this was a great stepping stone to the future.  Besides, I had to laugh at my stupid thoughts, since when does running 32 miles over tough trails with almost 5,000′ of climbing in 5 1/2 hours equate to a bad day?!?  Just because other people make it look easy, I had to remind myself that just 2 years ago my average pace for this race used to be a hard effort on a flat 8 miler!

Sage Burner Stats:

Sage Burner splits

Course profile

Recovery!:

I shifted gears at the finish and went straight into recovery mode.  First on the list was Ultragen recovery drink, that stuff is liquid gold.  I stopped by the river on the way back to town to soak my legs like I had done last year.  Only lasting 90 seconds back then, I went a whole 6 minutes this time!!  It was excruciating, but well worth it.

I made it back to the hotel, showered, and then hit the pool for a few laps.  Taking time to stretch while in the water and doing some leg kicks while holding on to the side to loosen up my muscles.  Another shower, and lots of nuun to rehydrate and I was feeling pretty good.

I had to bolt quickly at the end because of a storm and didn’t get to talk to anyone afterwards.  I had to ride back to the hotel in the pouring rain – foreshadowing, perhaps?  Plus I was very anxious to get my bike all straightened out.  Messing with chains, cogs, etc. is NOT ideal the night before a huge race.

The Growler:

T minus one minute

I was a little nervous lining up amongst the 200 fresh-legged riders and placed myself appropriately at the back end of the group.  The words of warning in our final email running freshly through my mind:

The Original Growler is only for experienced mountain bikers that possess the skills and judgment necessary to assess difficult and challenging trails and roads and negotiate them in a safe manner.

The Original Growler race course contains difficult, technically demanding, and of course, potentially dangerous, singletrack trails, double-tracks and roads.

The Original Growler course is an isolated, backcountry route that includes numerous sections located in steep and rugged terrain where participants may be hours from medical attention and/or evacuation in the event of a serious mishap.

The long-distance nature of these races, both the Half and Full Growler, emphasizes the importance of adequate preparation, physical fitness and sound decision-making on the part of each participant.

The Original Growler demands an appropriate mountain bike in sound operating condition.

Boom!  Boom!  With two shotgun blasts we were on our way.

We started together in downtown Gunnison and rolled as a group with a police escort out to the real starting line at Hartman Rocks.  This 4 mile ride worked me over a bit.  With the easier gearing I had put on and the slight downhill grade, I was spinning like crazy for 20 seconds – coasting for 20 seconds – spinning like crazy again.  Over and over.  By the time we got to the start, I felt like I had just done a big set of Tabata intervals!

Kill Hill - Photo from Sonya Looney's blog.

I kicked all the mud that I could off my shoes and did about a dozen bunny hops to try and get most of the mud off my tires.  My legs felt pretty good, considering.  With my body feeling ok, I knew it would be my mind that would present a challenge.  Looking for something to occupy it with, I decided to play a game called ‘Count the Dismount’.  Yep, I counted every single time I got off the bike.  In Spanish.  That was uno…

I took my place in line on the singletrack and was amazed at some of the things I was able to climb.  Traction was good, the legs were strong, and for some reason the Obama chant of “Yes we can!” came out of nowhere into my head every time I thought I might not make it up something.  Funny.  There were still several spots that required me to quickly dismount and get over, or around.  dos…  tres…  cuatro… Not too bad, but I was glad I had thought to lower my saddle 1/2 an inch anticipating that kind of thing.  It made it a little easier to deal with.  cinco…  seis…

Glad to be off of that for good!

Crammed stinky car, sign of a good weekend

Growler splits (includes 4 mile neutral roll-out)

Growler course profile

Thanks to the race organizers for putting on such great events, and to the many volunteers that endured very long days in the adverse weather to help us out.  I can’t wait to do it again!

Race photos:

Check out the race photos by Gunnison Country Times.  They really give a good sense of the spectacular area.

Sage Burner 25k/50k

The Original Growler 32/64

The last time I won an athletic event was a 75 mile road race back in 1995.  That day was the best I have ever felt physically.  I literally felt like I was being pushed up the climbs, it was so easy!  As part of a 5 man breakaway, I made eye contact with my wife who was cheering at the 15 miles to go mark and pointed at myself, then held up my index finger indicating first place.  That was kind of a cocky thing to do for someone like me who is normally pretty shy and reserved.  It’s just that I felt that good…

Back then I had nearly limitless training opportunities, and I was riding my brand new beautiful celeste and chrome Bianchi frame.  What a bike.  Lugged Columbus EL-OS tubing, handmade in the Reparto Corse in mother Italy.  I couldn’t help but ride fast!

That was then...

Fast forward 14 years and I have to resort to taking more of a sideways approach.  To get the win this weekend, I had to complete an event that when roughly 200 runners and 200 mountain bikers were given the opportunity to compete – there weren’t any other takers.  The event I’m talking about is “The Whole Enchilada” category that combines the 32 mile Sage Burner trail running race with the 64 mile Original Growler mountain bike race on back-to-back days.  While I didn’t know it during the races, I was the only one to have signed up for such foolishness.  Like the kid being given a nickel to eat a worm, it didn’t take much to entice me into the stunt.

This is now.

As they say, you gotta be in it to win it, right? I was in it, up to my eyeballs.  I set the bar pretty low by doing the run with a 6 month old serious case of insertional Achilles tendonitis that hobbled my steps.  I did the ride on a 12 year old hardtail converted to a single speed with zip ties holding the chain tensioner in place, pedals that refused to work in the mud, and a completely blown out suspension fork with no rebound damping to speak of.  The record is waiting to be broken!

I got a super cool piece of handmade pottery (that I’ve nicknamed the claret jug) for “winning” as well as some nice recognition at the awards ceremony.  I was really satisfied with the accomplishment and had a great time out on the awesome trails of Hartman Rocks.

Stay tuned for full reports of each race in a few days.  (Update: report is here.)

We spent all day Monday in the mountains as a family having fun geocaching and hiking all over the place.  A freak hailstorm caught us up on a hillside and we had to take refuge in a cave of sorts.  Everyone mostly fit inside, but my back was exposed and I was treated to marble-sized hail filling up the waistband of my pants as I bent over trying to shelter the kids.  Of course they thought it was the best day ever!  My legs held up pretty well, I think they’re just too tired to be sore.

Treasure!

I carried my not-so-light 6 year old up A LOT of stairs today, good post-race workout.

Our refuge for the 20 minute hell storm. Err, hail storm.