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I've been riding and racing my mountain bikes since 2009 at the same time as studying a medical degree, I tried a training plan once and realised I hate intervals with a passion so instead I just ride and race and enjoy...

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Highland Fling - with a double shot of hills and extra sand


I’ve raced the Highland Fling for the past four years, and every year I feel my training and lead up is sub-optimal. Sometimes it’s just that I’ve been unmotivated and out of training over winter, but last year it was coming back from the initial injuries of the car incident and this year… well this year saw me placed in the Emergency Department for prime spring mountain bike season. This means 24/7 shift rostering so by the time I requested race weekends off I pretty much had to deal with the rest of the roster.

So this year my lead into the Fling involved 2 weeks of night shift, hats off to people who shift work all the time and still get optimal training in but for me it seems a little a tough. I did keep ride, I did still commute to night shift by bike (40-60km depending on route) at least every second shift but I felt that my training lacked intensity and motivation was hard to come by.

So with my body still in a random time zone we set off for Bundanoon for what is the toughest marathon event of the NSW calendar. The weather was forecast to be sunny and mid-20s and even as the bagpiper heralded sunrise the temperature was mild.

Race briefing alerted us that a few new section of single track had been included, but did not mention the major course changes which were to mentally test me for the next six and half hours.  We set off and, as usual, I had a crap start. Maybe I should try this warm-up business but I never seem to be organised or motivated enough to work it out.

Wendy Stevenson had given me the low down on the female field, before she lined up as one of only two women in the 100mile event! Apparently Briony Mattocks from the open category was the one to watch. Well, she sailed passed me a few minutes in and wished me a good ride.

After 15 minutes of being passed by beer bellies stuffed into lycra, my legs started to warm up and I found something of a rhythm – just in time for the first creek crossing which came right up to my knicks and filled my shoes with sand and water.

I slowly started passing a few people and soon passed Briony again before passing Wendy and Larri with Wendy letting me know there were no other females ahead of me on the road.
Before the going got tough!

It was around this point that I started feeling the course was unfamiliar, we seemed climbing more and grovelling up some steep pinches which I surely would have remembered. I asked the guys around me and the consensus seemed to be that the course had changed a lot. This was confirmed as we entered some newly cut single track, which was sandy and rough – that was a theme for the day. A new creek crossing appeared and the feed station didn’t appear where I normally would expect it, based on time and distance.

Reaching feed station one for the first time, I had a good 10 minutes and several kilometres extra on the clock compared to the previous year. I figured that must be to account for lost distance later in the course, and I grabbed my camelback and a new bottle and headed out on stage 2.

Hurting mentally
By this stage there were a few guys that I kept playing leap frog with and we worked a little on the fireroad before a short section of singletrack and some hills saw the group fall apart. At this point the time and numbers started playing games with head, more sections of singletrack saw my average speed fall and I soon realised that my estimated finish time of around 5.5 hours was not going to happen.

This started to really play on my mind, not helped by the fact the elite girls came flying past (having started 15 minutes behind us) after under 2 hours ride time on my Garmin. I figured I was having a pretty bad day on the bike and just tried to tick those kilometres off.

The trouble was that the kilometres seemed to tick over painfully slowly. The half way feed station just never seemed to appear, and the dreaded half way hill still hadn’t appeared at the 55km point. I had this insane thought that maybe halfway hill had been taken out in the course revision.

At one point we hit a new piece of single track, steep and bermed down a fern covered hill side – that put a smile on dial for a few seconds but soon the demons returned and I started thinking about Tim up ahead with legs super strong from just doing the Croc Trophy. I imagined him finishing strongly and waiting for me at my expected finish time, wondering what mechanical had waylaid me.

Finally the mid-point feed station appeared, and a sign letting us know we were half way. That was demoralising, so much slower than previous years and I was struggling and I still had the hardest stuff to go.

Then halfway hill, this year around the 60km point in the race and we continued straight at the top to lose all the height again and climb another bastard hill after that. At this point it was getting hot in the sun too, tired people covered in dust just grovelling up this hill in pain.

Finally I hit the road which leads back to Wingello, my elapsed time was horrific. I was seriously considering pulling the pin at Wingello as I teamed up with a bloke I’d been seeing all race to ride the road section in the wind. Unfortunately he didn’t have the legs to pull a turn into the wind, and once we turned the corner into the more sheltered section I didn’t have the legs to sit on his wheel but somehow we made it to outskirts of Wingello.

At that point, Briony Mattocks came steaming past in a train of about 7 riders. Talk about nail in the coffin.

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That feed station stop was somewhat disorganised, and I wasted almost 2 minutes of race time as I phaffed around. In the end I rolled out over the timing back with a fresh bottle, leaving my empty camelback behind. I did seriously consider the sealed road back to Bundanoon – especially knowing what was to come – but somehow I rolled out onto the final stage. Briony was out of sight up the road and I was riding alone.

Again the course was completely different, new sections of sandy track through the local golf course replaced some of the sections familiar from the previous 3 years as we left Wingello before we had sections of familiar track reappeared.

The last 20km of the course is tough, every year I get cramps in this section even though I never cramp in any other event. Sure enough I steep fire trail hill brought on the familiar feeling in my left adducters, twitch, twitch and then spasm! This was earlier than in previous years and my mood sank even lower as I walked up the hill.

Hurting in the single track
Finally I entered the familiar singletrack of Boundary Rider, at this point still hoping that the cramp-inducing section of Rollercoaster had been omitted in the course changes. No such luck! With over 100km already on the Garmin I walked the steeper pinches in an attempt to avoid the cramps.

A few more cramp episodes necessitated walking before I entered the last section of singletrack, passing the odd half-flinger every now and again. In addition to my cramps my left wrist was now getting really sore, a legacy of 3 surgeries following the car incident, I just wished that singletrack would end.

After making it up Brokeback Mountain without cramping I just kept the bike moving through the singletrack, and finally it seemed to be coming to an end… and … I glimpsed Briony ahead just exiting onto the firetrail.

Coming out onto the firetrail behind her I wondered if she was going to try and sit on my wheel if I passed, I knew if I had to put in any real effort I would be incapacitated by cramps. As I caught her she looked over and congratulated me, I sign that she had nothing left as I tried to look fresh riding past.

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The next jersey up the road was the Croc Trophy kit, I tried to work out who I could have caught from the Croc Team and soon the answer was clear. Martin Wisata was paying the price for pulling some turn on an elite bunch early in the race and I soon passed him knowing I was finally on the home straight.

Hitting the sealed road I put in max effort allowed by my weary legs, still wary of Briony behind – especially if she got in another train of riders. Then finally it was left through the paddock and down the bumpy hill before the sounds of the event centre could be heard and the 500m to go sign was the most welcome thing ever.

There was Tim, already finished like had imagined, but instead of looking as fresh as a daisy he was covered in dirt and broken. “Tougher than a Croc stage” he groaned “I cramped and I never even cramped once at the Croc”.

Broken at the finish - hair and make up by #dustytrailsartist
So after hours of mental torture believing I was riding like crap I finally started to believe that it wasn’t actually me. I had an extra 10km on my Garmin compared to previous years and it seemed everyone around me had added at least half an hour to their times.

Mentally I think it’s the toughest marathon I’ve ever done, I can’t say I really enjoyed the day even though I’m retrospectively happy with my results (6th female, 1st in category, 1st non-elite female). So much of how tough the day was psychological, yes it was a very tough race physically – but for me the toughest game was in my head. I’m definitely glad now I didn’t pull the pin at Wingello, but that decision was harder than any hill on course.

Before I sign off, a special mention to Wendy who was the ONLY female finisher of what would have been the toughest 100mile Fling ever run. You’re tougher than me Wendy, another loop of stage 2 would have seen me in tears – congratulations on your superhuman effort. 

Female Veteran Podium

Monday, October 27, 2014

The Mont24- Reboot Version 2


So the Mont24 was supposed in be in March, it got rained out fairly spectacularly which was crap for most people but great for me because it meant that I didn’t miss out. By the time the rescheduled date came around in October I was healed and back on the bike, so we had a mixed team of 6 still despite more member changes than underwear changes since the initial entry.

An amazing sunset over the Mont24 camp

Then Tim entered the Croc Trophy so he was out but PowerRanger Luke stepped in so back to a 6. Having raced 24 hour races in a three, and even attempted a pair once, racing in a 6 feels relaxed. Roughly 4 hours of riding over the weekend, sure they are hot laps but that’s less riding than I do on a given Sunday.

So I rode to work Thursday, then over the course of 20 minutes our team of 6 became 5, and then became 4… I caught the train home!
Dusty conditions out on track

At rego we did a category switch, no longer racing in mixed 6s we were going to be in the more competitive field of mixed 4s. Unfortunately our prime candidate for first lap (Turbo Stu) was one of the last minute withdrawal so the boys were debating who got the gig. Big Keith looks the scariest due to his tats and muscles so we figured he’d get more space in the mayhem – he was sh*tting himself.

Anyway, a far cry from the first scheduled date it was hot and dry with temperatures nudging 30 at race start. Fine layers of dust covered everything and everyone even before we got racing, then finally the race started to the cacophony of a thousand cow bells.

After the first few laps we were in 4th place, but everyone knows 24 races are won or lost overnight so we kept cycling through the team and didn’t really check results. Things ran smoothly, no missed transitions, no major stacks or mechanicals.

We started doubles about 10pm and had the novel experience of not even needing arm warmers for the unusually mild night temperatures. The boys struggled a little overnight but I think that was mental than physical as the times stayed really consistent despite their stories of woe. Having been on and off night shift I didn’t really mind the sleep disturbance and my night double ended smoothly in the early morning predawn light that is magical at the Mont.

By now we were convincingly in 3rd but 2nd was also in reach, a podium in mixed 4s is a pretty good result! I was still feeling strong, something I was happy about considering the year I’ve had. Eddie found fresh legs when the sun came up and we kept the same rider order going like clockwork.

Luke was our last lap rider, and it was nail biting stuff – in the end we missed 2nd place by one minute and 20 seconds! But that’s 24 racing for you :-) no regrets as we raced our best and made no mistakes.  

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Kowalski Classic - a good tonic for lost mojo


The Kowalski classic is my comeback race, last year it was my first race back after getting hit by the car. This year it was my first race back after 7 months off the bike and two surgeries… for this reason I’ve done the 50km option both years rather than the full 100km.

We headed down with a posse of Newy Cycos in the Cycobus and bike trailer. This made for a stress free trip down, no driving required (a good thing after a week of night shift). Lunch at the Greengrocer Café in Goulburn was enjoyed and highly recommended before we checked into our tourist cabin next the Bruce Ridge Trails.
The Newy Cycos at Bruce Ridge

Saturday afternoon spinning around Bruce Ridge would have been more enjoyable if I’d had any legs, unfortunately coming off night shift seems to render my legs useless for a day and I could only hope that they would come good for the next morning. I tried to help them out by eating so much I was uncomfortable sleeping on my stomach – probably not the best idea.

Despite forecasts of sub-zero morning, Canberra pulled out a mild one for race morning. We were ready to go on time and reached race start in time for those who have pre-race routines to tick off. I keep thinking I should try this warm-up business, but I never get around to it.

As a result when the gun sounded for our wave start, Tim and Gresho were off like frogs in a sock and I was near the back of the wave. The first hill let me know why other people warm up, but at the same time it got the blood pumping.

The course was completely different to the previous year thanks to logging in East Kowan and fantastic trail building efforts. This year the first 50km was almost all in Sparrow Hill so off we trotted under the highway for some flowy trails.

The thing about the Kowalski is that it’s nearly all singletrack which is awesome and tough! It suits me, I’m comparatively strong in single track. But I was still surprised to see Tim and Gresh up ahead at one point on the trail before realised it was a section that snaked back on itself and that I still didn’t know how far ahead they were.

Then I reached the same point less than a minute later and realised I was riding pretty well to be not far off those boys. I found my flow in that single track, I felt smooth… I was finally enjoying riding again after the year from hell.

Riding with a single bottle I didn’t bother with the feedstation and used firetrail to pass slower riders before getting back into yet more singletrack. The next rider I came up behind was Tim, well this was awkward, time to call track on your partner.

I knew that I didn’t stand a chance of staying ahead of Tim if we got on firetrail but due to the plethora of single track I stayed ahead of him for a good 10km – a first in a race. Then we headed back towards Kowan and the trails headed upwards on firetrail, sure enough the Tim “the metrognome” Nelson powered past me and I didn’t see him again.

The last 10km hurt, the lack of base mileage in my legs was starting to show but I pushed it home down the altered Kowalski Beer Garden descent and finished in just over 2.5 hours. What I didn’t realise it I was less than a minute behind Gresh and less than 2 minutes behind Tim’s split for the 50km (he did the 100km).

I also won my category and was 2nd overall female by less than 3 minutes. Yet again the Kowalski was a fantastic race which puts the love back into mountain biking and restores my mojo after time off the bike.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

It's been a quiet on here! Injuries, Tears and Chocolate.


So, some of you might be wondering why this blog has been so quiet. Well there’s a story behind that and it’s not a fun one:

Following my run-in with a car last year I had the plate removed from my arm in January 2014. This was after a fantastic two weeks of road riding in the Victorian high country. I was feeling on top of the world having ridden the 235km route of 3Peaks over Mt Hotham and up the back of Falls Creek on the 7th of January with Tim. We had signed up for the official 3Peaks event and booked accommodation.


Feeling strong on Mt Hotham in January

So anyway I had the plate removed, I simple surgery in preparation for more imaging of my bung wrist and more surgery on the wrist later on from a hand specialist. A week after having the plate removed my arm got sore, really sore.

I started work as a doctor, my arm was too sore to drive. I got lifts to work, I couldn’t use my arm. I rang my surgeon, twice… it got brushed off.

I got on the trainer in the garage, I couldn’t hold the handlebars. I cried in frustration, then went to Emergency. Xrays showed the fracture line had simple opened back up, not healed. I had a broken arm, again.
My last ride before the brown stuff hit the fan



The hand surgeon saw me on short notice, more surgery 3 days later, by now it’s February. Big surgery, bone cut and a big f*ck off stainless steel plate in my arm.

When can I ride? At least 3 months was the answer – I cried again. I ate chocolate, I ate ice-cream, I sat on the couch. I probably cried again, lots. I was horrific to live with, Tim put up with me. He could ride, I couldn’t.

I sold my 3Peaks entry, I went back to work in a splint. I got given permission to run. I went for run, carrying an extra 3-4kgs of chocolate/icecream/couch time. I couldn’t run 5km without walking. I cried again.

Then things slowly got better, I stopped eating crap and continued running. I ran a half marathon just before Easter and was doing long runs of 16-20kms once a week. Lots of physio on my arm, hand therapy.
Half Marathon Finish



Then finally in May 2014 – allowed back on the bike! Arm has healed! Mid-May, I rode to work. I cried! It used to be easy, I used to average 30km/hr … I’m fit from running but I can’t ride. I stop running but struggle with riding, I put weight back on.

More tears of frustration. I keep going, 30km rides are a struggle. How far have I fallen, from top form to this? Early June I enter a mountain bike event – I ride solo for 4 hours. It hurts, I get beaten by people I used to beat but I’m back.

Next day – back and neck spasm. Chiro says it’s like whiplash, body not ready for 4hrs of mountain biking. Another 3 weeks off the bike, no exercise, more chocolate, neck sore for over a month.

July, middle of winter… finally start riding again. Still hurts, still slow, still frustrating. Get grumpy at Tim who is fit, have a few tantrums but keep riding.

Wollombi Female Podium
August, it’s getting easier – Tim makes me do my first 100+km on the road since early January. I complain, but I do it. Local mountain bike race – Wollombi Wild race and I win it, mojo coming back. 

September – Starts with a mountain bike race Kowalski Classic, 50km for me this year and I’m feeling good (see my separate race report). Finally back into solid training with 1000+ kms logged this month, but just in time to start in Emergency for work and start shift work!

So there you have it, it’s been one hell-of-a-year coming back from injury for a second time. I realistically had a full 6-7 months off the bike and am still not quite in the form of early January but I’m getting there and I’m enjoying riding again.

I would like to thank Tim for putting up with his psycho partner during that time, and my hand surgeon Dr Myers who went out of his way to ensure I was looked after when the first surgeon perhaps didn’t do so well.