She ain't kidding

by: Chuck Vohsen

So if you read Robin's race report from the Goomna adventure race, you read a few lines about how hot it was.  And you seen the picture of our footprints melted into one of the roads.  When I got home and unloaded my bike I noticed that there was a whole load of tar and pebbles melted to my tires.  I had to take a pic and throw it on the blog.  The Kenda tires showed no signs of damage, it was just the roads that couldn't hold up to the heat.

Goomna 2010

By: Robin Rongey



Well, the day started out like every other day that the Goomna adventure race has been scheduled on. It was hot and humid at 7 am, with a bit of a breeze, and it looked as though there was a thunderstorm looming in the distance. This was my forth time competing in the Goomna, and I had the same teammates this race as I had the previous year. Since two of the three previous races were cancelled during the race due severe thunderstorms popping up, the dark clouds in the distance posed some threat to the race. Patrick, Chuck and I hoped for the best, maybe some rain, but hopefully not thunder and lightning that would possibly stop the race.



We setup camp, checked in, got our maps and plotted the points that we had. We were told that one team member would have to run a short distance and pick up an envelope with our start group in it. The A group started with checkpoint one, while the B group started with checkpoint 9. Chuck ran for us, since he was the fastest sprinter. He came flying into camp in 3rd position.



We quickly tore open the envelope to find we were in group B. We found our direction and kitted up for the bike, when we realized we didn’t know if we were biking or running. Usually there is a clue sheet that tells us that, but this year we didn’t have one. So we yelled to Mark Rosen the race director, does group B start with a bike or run, he said run, so off came the helmet and gloves and we took off on the run to the first checkpoint. It was at a school track stadium, when we got there we saw that there was another group confused about if it were a run or bike and they were on bikes, I guess they took the bikes back to the start, but not sure what they did at that point. We also had a surprise mystery event at CP9, we had to carry two very tall buckets of water up and down each isle of the bleachers until we got to the end, then run them back to the start, so the next teammate could do the same. When all three teammates were finished with the task we could head to CP10. The problem for me was, the buckets were heavy and tall, so as I tried to walk up the bleachers carrying them, but they were hitting each of the bleachers and slowing me down, so I put the handles over my arms and carried them that way, to keep them higher off the ground. Of course I have black and blue bruise down my forearms now. Patrick put them over his shoulder which seemed to be the way to go, he was much faster than me or Chuck were.

We headed to the lake trails where CP10 was located, it was a rather long run to get there, we took a wrong turn coming onto the trial and lost a few seconds, but not much, we got the passport punched, picked up the next clue and headed to the canoes, just as we left CP10, Chuck stepped in a hole that was up to his knee and went down. Patrick pulled him back up, and off we went running to the next point.

At CP11, we grabbed a canoe and the next clue sending us to the water. We had to drag the canoe for about 150 meters and then down a path to the water. We all hopped in with me sitting in the middle on the bottom of the canoe and surprisingly we did it without tipping. Patrick pushed us off the shore and under a tree limb into the lake. The lake is large and open so you can see everyone. We saw that there were two canoes, pretty far in front of us and two right on our tails. We had a fast paddle to CP12 and were gaining on those in front of us while losing those behind. We picked up the next clue and headed to CP13, we were really close to catching the team in front of us. After getting CP13, we headed to CP14, we closed in on the two canoes in front of us and made it to the CP first, at that point we thought we were in 1st place of group B because there were no other canoes in front of us. Chuck read the next clue and we started to paddle off to give the teams behind us room to reach the CP. One of the teams asked what it said and Chuck didn’t answer, I think they were getting mad, but Chuck was the only one on the team that knew what it said and he can’t hear very well, so he didn’t even know they were talking to him. I finally said, I don’t know, I didn’t read the clue, then Chuck yells we’re trying to get out of your way, I’m not sure he had any idea what they asked. I know they thought we were being poor sports, but we really weren’t. CP15 was back at the start of the canoe, we paddled like mad men to get there and one of the teams started to catch up with us. We made it to the shore just ahead of the other team and drug the canoe back to the top of the hill, wow, it seemed a lot heavier the second time carrying it.

Back on the run to race headquarters where our bikes were, this would be CP8 for us. We came in thinking we were in 1st place out of the B group, but found out we were in 3rd. We discussed our place in the standings for the rest of the race, because we did not see another team on the water while we were out there, and we didn’t think there was any way possible someone could have already been done with the canoe before we even got to the water. I’m waiting to see the results when they are posted to see the times of those teams that finished in front of us.

Now we were on the bike and headed for CP1. Before the race start I locked out both my front and rear shocks on my Trek Top Fuel and put 50 psi in my tires because I knew I would be riding a lot of road, so I was ready for a fast ride. We had a bit of a problem finding CP1, we didn’t go off course, but we did stop twice to review the map. One team stopped with us and they chose to go right while we went left at a T in the road. We found CP1 not far down the road. We looked at the map and found that since a section of 143 was marked off limits we had to go back the way we came. As we were heading back the team the went the other direction was coming back, we pointed them to the CP, probably not a good move since in the end they beat by just a minute or so. At checkpoint two we see the team we gave the CP location to coming from the other direction, what we thought was marked off limits. I’m not saying they cheated, I’m just saying that it seemed that they had to ride the off limits section or at least a part of it. If they didn’t they barely missed it. I don’t know Highland, so I can’t say for sure, but we were feeling a little frustrated because they probably went half the distance we did by going that direction, based on the map, it looked to be in the off limits portion of the map.

We quickly punched the passport, Chuck grabbed some water and we were on our way, leaving two other teams a short distance behind us. Chuck was starting to look a bit haggard by then and was beginning to fall back. We slowed a bit to try and cool down for a while. We found CP3 at the edge of the woods, we got our passport stamped, dropped our bikes and headed into the woods on foot. The trails were very muddy and sloppy in places, but it was really fun sliding around.



I was leading with Patrick and Chuck behind me. We came through a creek, and Chuck yells I lost my shoe. I’m thinking well grab it, I look down the hill and he is on his hands and knees in the creek. Patrick runs back down the hill and is soon on his hands and knees, they are searching for Chuck’s shoe, I’m wondering how it can be that lost. I had to pee for about 2 hours now, so I thought while they are crawling around I will jump in the woods and pee. So I come out of the woods about the same time I hear Patrick yell, “I found it”. It was about a foot down in the mud, Chuck had to take a minute to try and get the mud out so he could put it on. Just as he gets his shoe on the team behind us comes running down the hill toward the creek, we take off up the hill as I secretly hope they lose a shoe in the creek. I’m starting to think of this team as one of those horse flies, the ones that buzz around your head and you just can’t get rid of them no matter what you do. So off we go through mud, rocks, creeks, and standing water, we come out on the road and have a mile or so to run to get back to our bikes. It was really hot out now and as we ran I was in front, telling the guys we have to get off this road before the other team comes out of the woods and sees us, then Patrick says “well, they are just going to follow your footprints in the tar”, I look down and every step I have taken has left a print of my shoe melted in the tar. So much for trying to lose the competitors.



We get back to the bikes, fill up our water, eat some Honey Stingers and take off just as the other team comes in off the run. We find CP4 by a cemetery and the guy manning the CP says congratulations! You were going to have to do a 6 mile run here, but it got cancelled. At first we all just looked at each other, it was like 130 degrees out, he couldn’t mean this was for real, that they planned a 6 mile run. We decided that he had to be joking. Whatever it was, we were glad there was no run at that point. Well Patrick and Chuck were, for some reason I was feeling great I think I could have done it.

This is really funny though, because I got up that morning with an awful ear ache and was so dizzy that I ran into the door jam trying to get out of the door, but once I started running I felt incredible. I was even really holding back on the bike, the entire ride because I didn’t want to drop the guys. It’s not often that I have a race where I feel this good, but this was my second race in three weeks that I have felt incredible in.

CP5 was right off the road and it had water, it was a long ride to CP6, so it was good to fill up on water. As we rode down the road I squirted all the water in my water bottle on Chucks back, trying to cool him down. Patrick was starting to look really hot too, but I was out of water by then, or I would have squirted him too



So off to CP6 it was a pretty long hot ride and the CP was at a house in a subdivision, and the kids working the CP were eating snow cones, you have no idea what strength it took not to throw those kids down on the ground and take those snow cones. I restrained myself as to not embarrass my teammates and rode off without the snow cone. Chuck was looking worse and I was getting worried, I was riding in front of him and Partrick in back of him. The horse fly team was on our tail and we were trying to ride fast, but the heat had really taken a toll on the boys. Patrick said he was starting to fall apart and that his pedal was broke, we could see that it was bent and the bolt was coming out, but he said he would figure out how to keep riding, even if he had to ride with one foot.



At this point I could see Chuck was struggling, neither he nor Patrick were whining, which is what I do when I am falling apart, so it was hard to know for sure. If it weren’t for the fact that I was pulling away without feeling any stress to stay ahead, I would not have known they were bonking. Shortly after the CP we crossed a creek, it was really muddy and the banks were steep and grown up with about 8 foot tall weeds. As we crossed the creek bridge a car was following close behind us, but Chuck must not have realized it because he just jumped off his bike, dropped it in the road and almost rolled down the embankment to the creek. I was yelling “go to the other side it’s not as steep”, but he just kept going. While he was rolling down to the creek, I jumped off my bike, pulled his out of the road before the car ran over it and ran to the bridge rail to look for Chuck, Patrick and I can’t see him, but hear a giant splash, and then we see and hear the weeds moving and Chuck pops back up on the road.  He pulled out a Honey Stinger gel and sucked it down, then I knew he'd be all right to the finish. We all get back on the bikes ride towards CP7.

Patrick and I were in front of Chuck and missed the turn to CP7, we turned around and saw Chuck, as we were going back the horse fly team passed us. At the checkpoint there was a small lake, Chuck ran over and splashed water on his face while I got the passport marked and grabbed some water. We head to the finish, horse fly team is in front of us and when we hit a major road with traffic, Chuck and I make it across, but Patrick gets stuck, when he gets across we get to the next turn and have to wait at least a minute for traffic so we can cross. As we do this horse fly team is getting a larger lead on us. We get back to the finish, but see horse fly team cross the line about a minute ahead of us.

We end up in 5th place with 3 B teams and 1 A team in front of us. We still can’t figure out how we ended up 5th because we didn’t see those other B teams on the lake, it was like they skipped the canoe altogether, I’m sure they didn’t, but it was like magic with them. We had a great time and I felt great the entire race, which is a fantastic feeling. I was ready to relax now.



All I can say, is next year, bring it on horse fly team, you won’t be buzzing us again, we are going to be ready for you. I want to give a big Thanks to Mark Rosen and all the volunteers, without all their support we wouldn’t have this race.

Berryman 12hr Offroad Duathlon

by: Chuck Vohsen

The date for the annual Bonk Hard Berryman Off-road Duathlon was changed this year. It had been in August the past several years, so moving it to the beginning of June had me thinking of cooler temperatures. In the week leading up to the race the weather reports gradually crept up from mid-eighties into the mid-nineties with unrelenting humidity. Hopes of a nice cool day vanished. Previous year’s results ranged from one lap (with a broken foot) to four laps in 2009’s awesome weather. My goal is to always do better than a previous race finish, so I was looking for four laps this year with a better time than last year. There were even secret early hopes for a 5 lap race that vanished with the weather reports.

The 12hr race start time was 7:00am so I decided to camp the night before. It turned out to be a good call. I built up a big pile of leaves and pine needles under my tent, making it comfy as the mattress at home. I left both sides of the tent wide open and it cooled off nice once the sun went down. The last thing I remember was hearing the owls and tree frogs, and then the sun came up. I had slept great.

Race check-in was under the campsite pavilion. At Bonk Hard races you are practically guaranteed a fast and well organized check-in. There is never a hitch. It’s also so cool to check-in when the organizers already know your name. Just walk-up, and they say “Hi Chuck, here’s your number”. Prizes this time were a good looking tee shirt and a combo Salomon whistle/light.

Setting up my transition spot the next morning I found that I forgot to pack my favorite handheld water bottle, so I had to use a back-up. Several members from team Alpine Shop pulled in and we decided to share the table next to my tent. Bikes and gear were laid out and carefully arranged. I noticed Alpine Shop spread a big plastic tarp on the ground under all their gear, keeping it all clean and dry. I like this and might try it out at my next race. A quick discussion and we all decided to do the run first. “Get it in before it gets too hot” was the reasoning. I tied on my Inov-8 Roclite 305’s and went to the start line.

The first run felt great, my time was 43 mins, followed by a fast transition switching into bike shoes/helmet and putting on the camelback. The first ride was great too, but it always surprises me how long and rugged this 14.5 mile loop feels once you get into it. My ride time back to transition was 1:41.

At the beginning of the second run, I knew it was time for some calories. I grabbed a turkey sandwich from the cooler. About 2 bites in something went bad in my stomach; I gave up on the sandwich and went out on the run. I had a slower run on the 2nd lap but still no walking (0:57). But I was really feeling the need for food.

At the start of the bike I pulled out a peanut butter n honey sandwich. It went just as bad as the turkey. I could only eat a few small bites. The second bike was much slower (1:52), it was getting hot, and not eating was killing my energy levels. At the end of the second bike I pulled out a bag of the ROCK Racing secret weapon: Iced Oatmeal Cookies. I barely ate one cookie. I had to force it down. This has never happened before.

There are several really long and rough downhill sections on this trail. I was flying down one of them and my rear tire pinched on the side of a rock and made a loud rubber ‘boiiing’. I still can’t believe I didn’t rip the whole sidewall off my tire. Major thanks go to Kenda for their Nevegal tires. Toughest tires I’ve ever ridden.

I began the third run with my stomach feeling like it was going to explode. I could barely drink Gatorade and water by now. The only thing that seemed to be going right with my refueling was the Enduralyte capsules. I took two each lap, and never had any cramps. This third run was hot, I was out of energy, and I had to walk the biggest of the hills. I caught and passed another racer who was walking the trail. The heat was getting to more people than just me. I had slowed to a run lap time of 1:24 now.

I started the third bike lap with a Honey Stinger Gold gel. I got it down and it stayed. I never would have finished that lap without it. But one was all I could do. This lap was long and slow and hot, I was on the small chainring almost the whole ride. I caught myself again and again picking bad lines, and going into corners too wide, hitting downhills too fast, and coming off the edges of the trail. I got lapped three times by the lead racers.

When I finally rolled back into transition I told the race director that three laps would be enough for this year. I went to the transition area and dumped a cooler full of cold water over my head and recovered for awhile. I had the idea that I could do another run lap, but I knew I didn’t have another bike lap in me. I went over to the pavilion and hung out with other racers who had finished their race already too. Jason and Laura from Bonk Hard had some great BBQ burgers and chips and beer and sodies for us all.

This was not a good race performance for me, but maybe some of the things I learned will help in the future. At the pavilion we were all talking and the advice I got from some of the racing veterans is when it gets hot like this in long races you have to get calories from liquids. Stomach problems in the heat are commonplace. Suggestions ranged from Perpetuum, to sugary lemonade, to Boost or Ensure. I will have to give them a try on some long training days this summer. I was also able to get some great tips about navigating after sunset from one of the best nav guys in adventure racing. Perfect timing. The Dusk to Dawn race is barely a month away!

Conquer Castlewood

By: Robin Rongey

It was a crazy weekend, the Berryman Duathlon was on Saturday, but unfortunately I didn’t get to compete. You see my son, my oldest child was graduating high school on Saturday, not a whole lot I could do to get the date changed, so I had to skip race. I love that race, but as a consolation the Conquer Castlewood race was Sunday, so at least I was able to compete in it.

Conquer Castlewood is a great race and really fun. It is setup for two person teams, male, female or coed. I have competed in it the last 4 years with three different teammates. Last year my friend Allan Cochran did it with me, and this year he was in again. We signed up on the first day of registration for two reasons. First the race fills and second, the waves are set by your signup position, so the earlier you get in, the more likely you are to start in the first wave. I like the first wave because it is cooler and the trails are not torn up by the earlier wave. We got lucky and were in the first wave.



I had planned for a hot sunny day, as that is what we usually get for this race, but when leaving home it was overcast and kind of cool with very low humidity. This was a great start to the day. I picked up Allan at 6:10 and we drove to Castlewood State park. Although we got there an hour before the start, the parking was already filling up and we had to park further from the start than we ever had before. We quickly got our bikes off the rack and found a great spot next to the big tree stump at the boat ramp for our transition area.

We picked up packets and headed back to the van, to grab all of our stuff and get prepared for the race. I had brought sun screen, but realized we didn’t need it. We did however need bug spray, we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes. As we were talking to my friend Mike who was also competing in the race, we mentioned the bugs and he told us to go over to his truck and use his spray, he had 4 bottles. Most of Mike’s family were competing in the race, and the members that weren’t, were there to watch. It was incredible to see the entire family having such fun with this competition. It was nice to have them all cheering for me and Allan also.

After saving our skin with the bug spray we walked around and checked out the river to setup a strategy for the canoe. Since the river was still high from the previous rains, it didn’t really matter where you entered the water, so we decided to just get the closest canoe. With that plan in mind, we put on our bike shoes although we would have to run about a quarter mile to the canoes. We thought what we lost from running in bike shoes would be made up in not needing to change shoes in transition. We also wore our bike gloves for the paddle.

To the starting line we went, we shook hands with other competitors that we knew and wished them luck while secretly wanting to make sure we beat them. We also looked around for what seemed to be ringers, and found a coed couple in Big Shark jerseys, so we knew we were going to have some tough competition.

The gun went off and we made a mad sprint for the boat ramp. It was kind of tough running in bike shoes, but well worth the time it would save in transition. We make it to the canoes and I see Allan grabbing a canoe, but two guys run in front of me with a canoe, so I have to go around them, wasting precious seconds. I make it to the canoe that Allan is already dragging to the water, grab the front and pull it into the water. Allan yells “jump in” I do and we push off into the high water. We have to go upstream first and then turn around at a buoy to come back to the boat ramp. We are doing well and going nice and straight, then two guys bump us from the right, we get away from them and another canoe bumps up from the left. This was really slowing us down. We are not being passed, but we aren’t making up any time on those teams that made it in the water in front of us. I can see two teams in front of us that I know, and they both had not beaten us in past events. We worked so hard to make it to the turn and tried to catch up to the field. My friend Mike and his brother Ron were up ahead, but we could not catch them. We did however catch my friend Jeremy and his partner Derek. It was really funny, we are paddling with everything we have as we pull up next to them, Derek turns and sees me and says “oh hi Robin, how’s it going” it was so nonchalant, like we were just hanging out on the river, enjoying ourselves, I just started laughing.



We made it to the shore and took off running over the top of the hill to the transition area, where we put on helmets, grabbed our bikes and were gone. It was a great transition for both Allan and I.

We both took off down the trail and I was only about 10 yards behind Allan, I passed a couple people really quickly then hit a mud hole that splattered me with mud and big globs of mud were running down my glasses. I wiped the mud off with my glove and kept going. Into the field we went, I passed a couple more people and was still right behind Allan. I passed my friend Mike who had done a much better job in the canoe than we did. We hit the Groppeter trail and I lost Allan, he had pulled away around a turn. I continued to pass people and when I hit a rather technical section of Groppeter, the guy I had just caught up to, jumped off his bike, but when he did it, his bike slid into the middle of the trail and I could not ride around him. I quickly jumped off my bike and ran it past him to the top of the hill and jumped back on. I was flying through the trails, passing people as I went, taking chances I never take, almost sliding through loose gravel into a ravine, but pulling it out just in time. I was almost to the road crossing when a girl came flying by me, it was the ringer I saw wearing the Big Shark jersey. I did all I could to keep her in sight, but came up behind someone with no place to pass, so I lost her for a few minutes. As I hit the creek I saw her pulling her bike up the far bank, I rode across, but had to get off and pull my bike up the bank, because with all the rains it had washed away and was not rideable, or at least not for me. I got half way up the bank and due to the mud my foot started to slide back down. A guy had just come up behind me and he pushed my wheel up just enough for me to get my footing and pull it over the top. I was back on the bike and riding fast, but never saw the Big Shark girl again. I made it to the road without incident and locked my front shock, my Trek Top Fuel has a front shock lockout on the handlebars, it is one of the best features I have ever had on a bike. So now with my shock locked I could fly down the road like I was on a road bike and I did. I pulled in to transition and quickly changed shoes then took off on the run.

I was running really hard and taking very small steps, I had to get my legs to listen to my brain and slow down and take longer strides. It is really tough coming off a hard effort on the mountain bike and going into a fast run. In these short distance races you have to though, because you don’t have the extra distance to make up time on. I started breathing a little easier by the time I crossed the field and hit the woods again. Then on the road section, I ran the trail in the grass to give my legs some rest, but I was still moving at a good clip. I grabbed water at the bottom of the Lone Wolf hill and headed up. I wasn’t moving really fast, but it was good enough to pass a guy on the hill. I made it to the top, then made the turn where it went up again, the again, the hill is very deceiving, the top is not where you expect it to be. Finally I hit the top of the hill, right next to the concrete building, I think it must have been a bomb shelter or something at one time. This is where the down hill starts, from here on out, I am running like an elk, well maybe a geriatric wounded elk with hip problems, but still I felt like an elk. I was jumping over rocks and roots, going over rolling hills, heading down to the road. I caught my heal on a rock once and almost went down, but was able to catch myself. I hit the final flat section of trail that would take me back out to the road, when I hear a bike come up on me. I wait for it to pass, keeping to the far right to give the rider some room, but the rider never passed. I say come around and she says ok, but then doesn’t pass, finally she passes and says, “Sorry, I’m not very good at this”. She should never be sorry, she is out there competing and not home on the couch, any effort is a good effort and I’m sure she did great. I continue to run, come out on the road, grab water and keep running trying to pick off individuals in front of me. I continue to pass people until I see no more. When there is no one left in front of me to pass I start picking points and sprint to each, it’s just a little game I play with my mind to keep me from slowing down. I hit the final parking lot and see Allan in the distance, I run across the finish line with a feeling of accomplishment. Then I see her, there she is Big Shark girl, with Big Shark guy and I know they beat us. Oh well, even though I wanted to beat them, I was so happy with my race that it didn’t really matter.

We stood at the finish line and waited for our friends to finish, Mike came in and he looked really strong, he was smiling so I knew he had a great race too. We saw a few others we knew finish, then I saw my friend Jeremy finish, he looked happy too. I waited to see Jake, Mike’s son, finish, it appeared he had a great day. I think overall everyone was really happy with the way the race went.



The second wave started finishing so we were watching for girls on co-ed teams and keeping a close eye on the clock. A girl came in and her time had to be really close to mine and it was. Her teammate’s time was close to Allan’s time also, so we weren’t sure if we had second place tied up or not. Well, we didn’t, we ended up third.

As we watched the second wave come in, two of our teammates from the Metro Tri Club finished and we had a good laugh when they told us about tumping the canoe on take off. They pulled the canoe too far into the water before belly flopping into it and took on some water. They didn’t end up completely turned over, but they had some extra drag during the paddle section from the extra water they were carrying. Jim and Gary were both pretty happy about the race though and could only smile as they told the story.



So we won a very cool headlamp which will come in handy during the adventure race season, it is a very nice prize. We had a cool day with very low humidity, and a great race for most everyone. The City of Ballwin does a great job with this race and Alpine shop donates some great prizes. This race is one of my favorite races of the season.

Memorial Day Mountain Bike Ride - 2010

By: Robin Rongey




So if a holiday rolled around, say something like Memorial Day, what would a red blooded American girl do with her time. Well there are lots of options, like going for a nice long run in the woods, or riding a road bike for many miles, or competing in the Highland Biathlon, or choosing a more eXtreme option. You know what I’m talking about don’t you. Getting a few of my craziest friends together for some high stakes mountain biking at one of our favorite parks.

So the week before the holiday, Jim Cedor asks if I would be interested in a long mountain bike on Memorial day, I quickly say yes and send out a note to see if anyone else would like to go out for some fun.

To have major fun on one of these rides you need a few different personalities. First we have Patrick, the daredevil, he will try anything no matter how dangerous it looks. Then there is Chuck, a fairly new rider, but following in Patrick’s tire tracks and will do almost anything. Then there is Jim, he is the voice of reason, he is technically the best rider among us and could probably do most anything, but, he doesn’t. He thinks about things before he does them. If I were in his head this is how I think it might sounds. Jim: “Oh that looks so fun, it might be a bit dangerous, but I think I could do it.” Kari’s voice (Jim’s wife), “If you come home hurt, you are in big trouble mister, so you better be careful, because my wrath is going to be way worse then any physical damage you do by trying something stupid”. Kari’s voice in Jim’s head is the one thing that saves me every time. I am a big chicken but if everyone tries something, even if I know it’s a bad idea, I will do it too, because I don’t want to be the sissy, therefore when Jim says nope I’m not doing that, I just follow suit and say I’m with you Jim. Thank you Kari, you have saved my skin many times over. To top off the three personalities you need one girl who will not whimper, whine or cry or at least most the time she won’t, and that would be me. Now that we have all the personalities assembled, we can create our plan for the day.



We wanted to start early so we could get home for some other activities in the afternoon, so at 6 am we meet at a park n ride and load bikes on my bike rack, hop in the van and take off for Castlewood State park. We make a stop at the QT to use the bathroom and get needed snacks. Off to the park, it’s just a few miles from QT. We pull in about 6:55, Chuck is already there pulling his bike out of his van. Jim, Patrick and I unload and suit up with our camelbaks and I put on my helmet cam. We load up with Honey Stingers, and check our Kenda tires for the right air pressure. We discuss how much psi to put in, then head out to the woods.

We want to hit the Groppeter trail first, so we will be fresh when we hit the uphill section with the big rocks and roots. There is just one spot I can’t ride through and I have been trying my hardest to figure out how to do it. Chuck hits it first and doesn’t have enough momentum so he jumps off, Patrick is behind him, but can’t make it either, Jim is next in line and he stops, then I stop. Jim goes back down the hill and tries it again on his new 29’er. He makes it right through, I try it, but don’t make it. I want to make it through this spot so bad, but can’t seem to get that one more pedal stroke in to make it through.

As we are standing there discussing the best line to take I remember that I forgot to turn on my helmet cam, so I try to do it only to find out it won’t turn on, I can’t figure out why because I had just changed the batteries. I was really frustrated about it, but nothing I could do at that point other than ride around with a camera on my helmet that didn’t work.

So we move on, and hit Roller coaster, I love roller coaster, it is the most fun of all the trails. Chuck turned me onto it a couple years ago, now we do it every time we ride the park. It’s tough in the beginning, but then it rolls like a coaster, with some banked turns and lots of rolling hills. So far all is well, no one is crashing. We hit a few mud holes, but nothing that takes us out. We finish roller coaster and get back on Groppeter and take it down to the road, cross the road and go back in the woods by the ranger station.

Next up is the creek, Patrick who will try anything, rides across but because of heavy rains the bank is washed away, so he can’t get up the steep drop off at the edge of the water. He picks up his bike and climbs up the bank, then he says he is going to ride down, but after a good look, he thinks better of that idea and stops before taking an endo into the water. Chuck rides across and jumps off at the bank and I follow doing the same. Jim picks his bike up, it’s brand new and carries it across the creek which is knee deep in the middle. It’s pretty hot and muggy out by this time so the water feels great.

We finish the loop and head down to the boat ramp to check how high the river is, a guy is shoveling mud off the boat ramp and I muse about how I want that job where you are outside all the time. We head down the Rivers Edge trail across the field and down to the train tunnel over to the Cedar Bluff trail. There was a lot of mud to ride through to get to Cedar Bluff, and let me tell you, it smelled so bad. When we rode through it, it splattered all over us, therefore we smelled so bad and our bikes were just caked in it. I was thinking good thing we didn’t crash in that, it would be really bad.

Cedar Bluff trail is really technical with lots of roots, rocks, switchbacks and uphills. Patrick is right in front of me and on the first switchback after a long grueling uphill, Patrick crashes and when he went down he hit his knee and elbow so hard that it felt like the earth shook. Chuck and Jim were in front of him and didn’t see the crash so they kept riding. When Patrick got up and started off again, a tree just jumped out in front of him and he went down again. He got up and in a matter of minutes he was down again, then he gets back on the bike and it’s just a matter of seconds before he goes down again. The Cedar Bluff trail is not Patrick’s friend today. We made it to the top of the ridge to find Chuck and Jim waiting for us, we all ate something and inspected Patrick’s wounds. We take off heading for the tough downhill at the end of the trail where you go through loose gravel, big roots and steep rocky drop offs. Of course Chuck and Patrick both tried to ride it, but both ended up hopping off for the sake of their health. Jim and I walked down and it was hard to just do that. So we all ducked our heads down low and rode back through the small train tunnel, everyone stayed on their bikes and there was no incident coming out on the other end of the tunnel. We rode back through the fast winding trail, through mud pit after mud pit, and then it happened. Jim took what looked like the best line through a deep mud pit, but when his back tire hit the mud, it slide out from under him and he ended up wallowing in the mud like a pig, not because he wanted to, but because the mud was slick as snot and he had to somehow climb out of it. He broke his sunglasses into 4 pieces in the crash, and was not too happy, but he still put his friends needs first and rode behind us so that we didn’t have to smell him. He is really a nice guy.



Before we make it to the end of the trail we have to cross a really big mud pit about 7 or 8 foot deep and a mouth 15 yards wide. Since the mud is so bad we find a smaller area to ride around it, but Patrick see’s another way. There is a large tree fallen over the pit where the drop off is only about 5 or 6 feet. The tree is about 2 foot in diameter and he decides he will ride over it. We all move back thinking this is an accident waiting to happen and we didn’t want to be in the wake when it did. Well he takes off, hits the tree and glides right over it and drops off to the ground on the other side. He made it, it was amazing, we were all yelling and clapping. No picture though, Patrick had the camera in his jersey pocket. Patrick said he wasn’t really going to do it, but when he didn’t stop in time, he was committed and had to do it. Well he has bragging rights now, but without having it on film, no one will ever believe him. We will vouch for him, it was truly amazing.

We get back to the boat ramp and see the guy still shoveling mud, so I decided that maybe his job wasn’t so good after all. So back down the trail we go, to the giant hill going up Lone Elk, Patrick doesn’t get a very good run at it and has to hop off and try to start over. Chuck, Jim and I head up the hill, Jim says he has one gear left and he is saving it for the top, but about halfway up, he retracts that statement and says he needs it now. We all three make it to the top, then shortly after Patrick pops over the top. We catch our breath for a minute then head up the next hill, it’s not nearly as bad as the one we just came off of. After some really rocky sections and rolling hills we make it back to the creek. Chuck and I tried to ride through it, but didn’t make it, Patrick and Jim grabbed the bikes and ran across. The water sure felt good. We checked our watches I had a good 30 minutes before we needed to load up, so Chuck said lets take the Cardiac hill bypass trail and come down Groppeter.

Cardiac hill is crazy steep and technical, the bypass is not as steep, but longer, just as technical and with switchbacks. We passed a few walkers going up, I think they were betting if we could ride to the top or not. Jim and Chuck made it to the top, I think Patrick may have crashed behind me, I heard some crashing sounds going on. I made it to the final switchback and had to get off. At the top of a steep switchback there were 4 other riders standing on the trail, I’m not sure if they were waiting for someone or just so tired they took a break. I rode through them with Patrick close behind. We regrouped and Jim said, “Robin had to say we had 30 more minutes”, but I quickly put the blame on Chuck who suggested taking the bypass. The good thing was it was mostly downhill all the way back in, and we really hammered back to the road.



So now that we were back, we decided to ride down into the creek and get some of the mud off our bikes, except Jim of course, he was still treating his new bike like a new girlfriend, not submerging her in the water or handling her too roughly. I have to say, she was beautiful though, it would have been hard to treat her that way. I, on the other had decided to see how my Trek Top Fuel did when riding through a deep creek. I made it half way before I had my Trek completely under water, she gave me all she had before I ended up submerged and swimming her back to shore.



We got most of the mud off the bikes then decided to do a couple more sprints out of the woods. Well Patrick of course does not want to finish the day without a bang, so he rides out of the woods and crashes, breaking his break lever and resting his badly beaten body on the ground.



What a way to end the day. On that note, we loaded up and went home, reliving every twist and turn of the day.

Berryman Marathon 2010

By: Robin Rongey



A Marathon is 26.2 miles, but many non runners call any running race a marathon. I once was told by a colleague at work that he ran a marathon over the weekend. I would have been impressed, but for the fact that I knew the race he ran: It was a 1 mile fun run. I kept calling it a marathon though, only to give myself a chuckle.

There are two types of marathons, road marathons which are the oldest type and trail marathons, which came around with the onset of the Xterra rage. When talking about a marathon there is always a debate as to which is harder road or trail. Road marathons are usually run at a much faster pace on smooth roads, whereas trail marathons are run at a much slower pace due to rocks, ruts, roots and mud. For me a road marathon is mentally harder, although physically easier and a trail marathon is mentally much easier, but physically much harder. For example, I have run 6 road marathons, the fastest being 3:18, the slowest being 5:15. Now let’s compare those times to my first trail marathon: The Berryman.



My friend Patrick had a plan to do all races that were Berryman this year, which means, Berryman Marathon, Duathlon, Epic, and Adventure race. He put out the challenge for all his friends to have an opportunity to join in, and Chuck and I jumped right on it and said, “We are in”. We signed up for the Marathon, even though I have stated multiple times that I would never run a marathon again unless it was at the end of an Ironman. I felt that a trail marathon didn’t count in that statement, so I entered. Weeks into training Patrick got hurt and couldn’t run many miles at all, and he had signed up for the 50 mile, not just the marathon. So it was Chuck and I training for this marathon, and it was going to be Chuck’s first marathon of any type. Chuck being, the kind of obsessed guy he is was doing his training just as he planned, I of course was altering my training for just about every reason, so I wasn’t getting in the long training miles needed. My longest run up until race day had only been 4 hours. This is what caused me to make a rookie mistake, the one that I know better then to ever do, but I did it anyway due to being anxious about my light training effort. What was this mistake you ask? I ran two laps of Pere Marquette, which is 16 miles of treacherous hills, and just 6 days before the race. Oh and don’t think I did it alone, Chuck was right there by my side. The problem is Chuck, being in much better shape than me, didn’t seem to suffer the affects that I did. I could barely walk for 3 days after and by race day my quads were still sore, lesson learned that won’t happen again.

Two days before the race I am talking to Patrick and he says that he had not heard back from the race promoter about selling his spot and that he was a bit angry about not getting a response to his email. I suggested that since he was running again, maybe he could change to the marathon and just run what he could, if his leg started bothering him, he could drop at one of the aid stations, and since me and Chuck were planning on running it together at a moderate pace, he could just hang with us. This would be an easy task for Patrick because he had done many of these ultra-trail events, including the Berryman 50 miler. The day before the race, Patrick sent me a note and said he was in for the marathon, and wanted to ride with me, which was perfect so then I didn’t have to drive alone. The problem was the race started at 6:30 am and is about a 2.5 hour drive from home, so we had to go the night before. This doesn’t sound so bad, but, I had to attend my son’s senior band banquet on Friday night and would not be able to leave until 9:30 pm at the earliest. Patrick didn’t seem to mind. Chuck got there early and secured us a camping spot, pitched his tent and went to sleep. After passing the turn to the campground and driving a few extra miles, we arrived at midnight and of course we woke Chuck up. Patrick quickly pitched his tent in the dark, while I made a nice bed in the back of my van. I was parked on a slant so I had to turn my body to a position so that my head was on the uphill side, I finally got comfortable and went to sleep. I locked the van in case Freddie Kruger was out in the woods somewhere. Here is the thing about my van, if you lock it with the keyless entry and then try to open the door from the inside the alarm will go off, so I had to remember when I got up twice to pee in the woods not to try an open the door without unlocking it first, but every time I used the keyless entry to unlock it, it beeps really loud. I’m surprised I wasn’t killed by an angry mob, for doing that at 1 am and 4 am. After my 4 am trip to the woods, I was about to go back to sleep when the thunderstorm hit, it poured, rain with high winds, thunder and lightning, the van was shaking from it. I just laid there and listened wondering what the race organizers would do if it continued through the start of the race. A little after 5 am there was a knock at my window, it was still storming out and Patrick had run to race headquarters and picked up the race packets. I grabbed the handle to open the door and forgot to unlock it, so the van alarm started beeping really loud. I quickly got it turned off, and was sure the angry mob would be there at anytime, lucky for me they never showed up.

So all three of us quickly got ready to run, filling our packs with food, our drop bag with provisions to be waiting for us at mile 16 and our water bottles to carry along the way. We lined up at the start and the rain slowed to a sprinkle, the gun went off and we all took off on a great adventure.

The 50 mile and marathon went off at the same time, we had to run an out-and-back on the gravel road for 1.2 miles and the 50 milers did a shorter version of the out-and-back. We saw the fast guys in the 50 coming back up the road before we got to the turn around, and wow they were moving. We made the turn around and headed back to the trail head at the start, surprisingly we weren’t last, we were actually about middle of the pack, that didn’t last too long though. My quad was still sore and I was worrying about making the distance, while mentally kicking myself for that last long run. The trail was very muddy, with rivers of water running through it. Patrick was running right through the middle of it all, while Chuck and I were trying to skirt the edge and not get our shoes completely soaked. That didn’t last long, the rain got harder for a while and it was too much work to get around the mud and water, there was just no way to avoid it, so I just started running right through it. The problem was you couldn’t tell how deep a hole you were stepping into until you were in it, so there were a few times I almost fell. When you start to fall you use every muscle to keep yourself upright, usually pulling something in the effort. I think over the course of the race, I pulled everything at least once. The creeks were even deeper, but it felt so good to go through them because it washed off some of the heavy mud and I felt lighter on my feet for awhile.

We hit the first aid station and all they had was chips, water and sports drink. I was really hoping for some good food. So I ate a pack of sport beans from my pack, we filled up our water bottles and moved on.

We were still on a nice pace on our way to the second stop when Chuck fell, he quickly got up and we kept moving. It wasn’t a great fall, not really even worth scoring, I mean there wasn’t any blood, trail rash or broken bones, it was hardly even worth mentioning, except for the fact that he didn’t trip over anything, he just fell on the only section of flat, clear trail we had in the entire race. Of course Patrick and I both laughed at him. So we hit the second stop and it was better stocked with food, but I chose to eat a trail mix bar from my pack instead. We made it to the 3rd stop and both Patrick and Chuck seemed no worse for the wear, we were at just over 12 miles now. I however was starting to falter a bit.

It was a 4 mile stretch to the next stop at Brazil creek, but I really wanted to get there because the stop had a bathroom, I wouldn’t have to stop in the woods, and since there was poison ivy everywhere, I really didn’t want to drop my shorts in the woods. I asked the guy at stop 3 if the bathroom was still at Brazil creek and he said, why yes, and we have massages and pedicures for you there too. A girl standing near me said, well they better give you a discount for mine because I only have 6 toenails left. I didn’t know how many I had left, but was sure I would be losing some.

At Brazil creek the water was really high, thigh deep for me, only knee deep for the guys. When I got in it, I wanted to just sit down, the cold water felt so good on my tired legs. So after crossing the creek, we see the spa, the guy told us about, it was a nice Johnny on the Spot. But it was clean and did have toilet paper, it didn’t smell so good, but that could have been because Chuck got to it before I did and left the stench for me. He is nice to me like that. I’m not complaining though, it didn’t have any poison ivy in it.



This was the stop with our drop bags, I put a short sleeve shirt and shorts in my bag along with some peanut butter crackers and a trail mix bar. It was still raining off and on, plus the water on the trails and creeks was so deep, I thought there was no use putting on dry clothes, so I grabbed my food and stuffed it in my pack, we all ate something and filled up our water bottles again. Chuck was eating cold boiled potatoes dipped in salt and raving about how great they were, I tried one and didn’t want another. Patrick figured all that salt was going to cause a heart attack. I had to agree.

So after 16 miles we were off through another creek, up a short section of road and back into the woods. The last creek left me with shoes full of river rock, but I didn’t want to stop and remove them, for fear that I would not start again. The next stop was at 20 miles and as we were about half way there when Patrick turns around while running to talk to us and falls off the edge of the trail into the ravine, lucky for him he got a good hold of some ground and didn’t fall too far before he caught himself. We had a really good laugh about that fall. At the 20 mile stop, I had to try and dump some rock out of my shoe, so Chuck did the same, as we were frantically putting our shoes on Patrick is telling us HURRY, there are some girls going to pass us. So I took off with my shoes only halfway on as Chuck is grabbing my arm telling Patrick, “lets just drag her”. The girls passed us, but we passed them back in time.



At about mile 21, a young boy comes flying by us, like a flash of light and we all say the same thing, did he have a number on, trying to figure out if he was really in the race, and he did have one on, as chuck turns around to make a comment about him, he trips and falls, then we start laughing again. Just then a guy comes up behind me and I ask if he wants to go around, he says yes, I have to catch that 10 year old. Now we all knew we had just been passed by some 10 year old. Patrick says “was that Jungle Boy”. I really think it was, that was exactly what he looked like.

I was starting to fall apart now, so we walked for a couple minutes, the problem was after walking my legs wouldn’t start running again. I was moving so slow, I could have walked faster. I finally got them moving and we hit the next water stop. The volunteers at all the water stops were so great and the two ladies at this stop were really friendly, filled up our bottles and gave us some flat soda to drink and some salty chips. They also told us that we had 2.2 miles left to go.

We wanted to break 6 hours and were really close, I thought that since I was in the worst shape I didn’t want to drag the guys down, so I told them to go on and break six hours, but they said no, no one was going to be left behind, plus they thought we could still do it. I went out in front this time, thinking I might be able to pick it up if I knew they were behind me wanting to break six hours. I don’t know how I did it, but I rallied and picked up the pace. Patrick was the only one that wore his Garmin, so we were getting updates on distance from him all day. As we ran every time we would hit a mile mark his Garmin would chime, so after hearing two chimes I knew we were getting close the finish. I figured we were about ¾ of a mile to the end, I ask Patrick for a mileage update and he says 24.1 miles. I almost turned around and choked him. I said your Garmin is off, it has to be losing distance on the switch backs because the ladies told us 2.2 miles from the last stop. So Patrick says, well if the Garmin doesn’t say 26.2 when we finish we are going to have to run a cool down around the parking lot until it does. Then I drop the bomb and say “if you do that you are not riding home with me, you will have to walk” and both the guys start cracking up. It was kind of funny, but I meant it. We continue to run, looking for any signs of light meaning we are getting close to the campsite, I hear Patrick stumble hard behind me but he doesn’t go down. We see a post and Patrick says oh that’s a good sign we have to be close, this was just the incentive I needed, so I picked up the pace even more, but still no end in sight, finally we hear a car and can see the campsite through the trees, we come out on the road cross it and run through a short trail to the finish. We finish in 5:59:30. We broke 6 hours. I was so happy, the fact that I could hardly move didn’t even bother me.



Post notes: Chuck tells me the last time Patrick stumbled he almost took me out, he said he has no idea how he stayed up. Patrick tells me when he saw the post, he just said it was a good sign to put me at ease, he had no idea. He even turned to Chuck when he said it and mouthed, “not really”. The thing is all the dirty little tricks those guys used, got me moving when I thought I couldn’t go anymore, so I have to thank them for that, without them I would have never finished in under 6 hours. A bonus, I really did have a great time. Now I can say I have run a trail marathon, what an accomplishment for all three of us. Just one tip, if the guy at Brazil creek tells you a shortcut to Potosi that goes down Hwy W, don’t take it, it’s a long cut, not a short cut. And a Big Congratulations to Chuck for not only finishing his first trail marathon, but his first marathon ever.

The Vino Fondo 2010

By: Robin Rongey

Have you ever thought about how ideas sound like such good ideas six months before the event happens. Well, this like every other event, sounded like it would be so much fun when I signed up. That’s right, I’m talking about the Vino Fondo and not the sissy mini, or midi, but the full blown mondo. You know what I’m talking about don’t you, 132 miles of pure misery. When I signed up, I was thinking 132 miles of pure joy, fresh air, nice weather, good company and a few hills, they can’t be that big, right.

Chuck tried to tell me how big the hills were, but I, who knows all, decided that he was overly worried that the hills just looked big, they weren’t really that bad, I mean it is Missouri not Colorado. I said don’t worry, all we have to do is keep a 16 mph average, which is my easy day pace and we will finish with a ride time of about 8hours. Of course our stops will be short because the hills can’t be that bad and we are riding a nice easy pace of 16 mph, so piece of cake. Chuck just gave me that blank stare like “are you kidding me, I saw the hills, I drove out there and rode the mini just to see, you have no idea what you are saying.” He was right I had no idea.

Chuck Edit #1:  I had to back-up and read that last sentance a second time.  Then a third time.  Haha, bet that hurt as much as the Hwy T hill.

I met Chuck, Jeff and Krystal at the start of the race, our plan was to ride it together, having each other to work with to make it easier. Oh, and I guess I should say this upfront, I suck at hills, whether it be biking or running.  I’m terrible.  I don’t have the leg strength needed to be a good hill climber, plus I have a lot of extra junk in my trunk, so I have a lot of extra weight to pull up those hills. I probably weigh more than both Chuck and Jeff and I could fit Krystal in one of my legs. So for me to say that riding with this group will make it easier is kind of hilarious since there is no way in H….L I will ever be able to even ride their wheel on just one of these hills. Maybe I should call these hills, mountains, because the closer I got to the end of the ride the more mountainous they appeared or at least through my tried, foggy eyes that is what they looked like. I can usually keep up on flats if I get in the draft, but since there may have been 6 miles total of flats in the entire 132 mile course, that didn’t help me much.

The racers lined up in lines of 10 according to numbers, since we all had different numbers, we just lined up and decided we would ride easy until everyone was on the train, then move out based on the course and wind. We were lucky the wind wasn’t bad.  It looked like the rain would hold off for most of the day, other than a few sprinkles and a wind gust or two, it was a beautiful day with the sun even shining some of the day. The race started and it didn’t take long to get into our group and get moving. We quickly found out that the entire course would be either up or down with no flats in between. We held a nice pace to the first rest stop at 38 miles, and I hadn’t fallen off too much yet, but I did see the writing on the wall. We had an 18.7 mph pace at 38 miles.  At the second stop, the 58 mile mark, I had completely fallen off, and the group had to wait for me at the top of a couple of the hills. Plus I dropped my chain twice on mountainous hills and had to fix it and start again going uphill. Nothing can break your spirit more then seeing your teammates at the top of the hill all recovered and smiling just waiting for you. Then when you get there you have to stuff down some food and go again, never quite getting enough recovery time, but not wanting to make everyone wait for you.

So this is how it went for me, I would get to the top of the hill with nothing left in the tank, but would make the quickest stop I could so that my teammates didn’t have to wait any longer for me. Then I would back off on the way down the hill because I was afraid that as tired as I was, I would not have the reaction time needed if there were any quick moves in the group, so I gave myself plenty of room for error. This of course put me back behind even more because then I was off the back starting up the hill and since once again my hill climbing skills were not shining, I would fall off even more on my way up. As I said, by the second stop I was off the back, having a little pity party because I couldn’t keep up like I think I should have been able to, worrying about my chain dropping again, and wondering if I was going to be hit by an angry driver, since there were so many of them out that day. I told Jeff, Krystal and Chuck to go on, not to wait for me, I didn’t want to the worry about slowing them down. Like all teammates they didn’t want to leave me.  Chuck said that he didn’t think he could stay on at the current pace for the entire ride so he would drop back with me. I really think he could have done it, but do appreciate him hanging out with me. Chuck has this theory he uses, if he is in a race that he knows there is no way he will place, then why not just have fun and have someone to hang with. This is what he did on this tortuous day, just hung out with me, dragging my slow butt around the course. At the 58 mile rest stop, there was a Big Shark mechanic in case a rider needed assistance. I didn’t get his name at the time, but I know it now.  He was Steven Wilkes. Not only did he fix my chain, but he also drove by and offered us water 3 or 4 times during the last 60 miles of the ride, and a couple times we really needed it. He became our own little personal support vehicle, see what happens when you are last, you get extra support, mostly because the support people are so tired and want to go home, anything they can do to get you in faster, well they are all over it. I have to give it to Steven, he never once rushed us along or made us feel like the loser that I felt like during that ride. He and the other volunteers, including the guy and girl in the RPM car were great, I have never been on a better supported ride then this one.

On we went, we lost sight of Jeff and Krystal and figured they would finish a couple hours in front of us. We rode up and down the never ending hills. We rode up the hill on highway T and I think that was the mother of all hills, but I made it up, even when I saw people walking up it I kept riding even though I thought about walking, and I made it to the top. We caught on with a group of 5 guys mostly in yellow Ghisallo jerseys, we hopped on the back of that train for a few miles until I finally dropped, then a mile or so up Chuck dropped, I don’t think he dropped because he needed to, but because he was waiting for me. Again, I’m the one dragging everyone down. We soon lost sight of that group and were on our own again. This time we were only about 8 miles from the end. I was really starting to struggle, but there was some relief coming. First the RPM car stopped and gave us some water, then told us that there were a few miles of flat ahead and then one small hill to the finish. Yeah that guy, thought he was funny, one small hill, ha ha. We made it to the bottom of Schleusberg hill. Just as we started up, my right quad gets a grapefruit size charley horse in it, I’m about to scream, but I was way too tired and didn’t have the energy to do it, so I just let out a meek moan. I got off my bike, stretched and started to take a few steps, thinking I would just walk up, but then in true Robin fashion, I thought, I am not going to be the quitter that walked up this hill. I was thinking some really bad words too, but I didn’t say them, I just thought them. So I got back on my bike and rode up the hill and found Chuck at the top.  We rode in and crossed the finish line together. To our surprise the Ghisallo group was just in front of us, barely any faster then we were, that made me feel somewhat better. Our pace for the 132 miles was 15 mph, so much for my early prediction of a nice leisurely pace of 16 mph.

I was so tired when the volunteer said you can hop in the van for a ride back to the start line or ride 4 more miles of hills.  There was no debate, we were taking the trailnet van back. That girl driving that van could not have known that she may have just saved my life, I would have probably fallen over in the traffic lane on the next hill and been run over by a truck or worse one of those angry drivers we had been seeing throughout the day. Once back to our vans we changed clothes and headed over to see if there was any food left, and there was not. There was a little cold pasta salad and some rolls. Chuck ate the pasta salad and I ate a couple rolls then we went back to our vans pulled a couple diet cokes out of my cooler and settled in for a long drive home. A few miles out I see 3 guys riding in and think, wow we weren’t last. Chuck and I were the last two riders to make the cutoff time at the bottom of Schleusberg hill, but there were at least 3 other guys way behind us that were still coming in.

Post notes: I was so worried about Jeff and Krystal just riding away without a care in the world and wondering how they got so strong, while I seemed to be getting so weak, that I almost ruined a great ride. When I saw the results and saw that they only beat us in by 36 minutes over a course of 132 miles, I didn’t feel so bad. Now I’m not saying that I will do it again, but I am saying that just maybe, with time, the memories of the ride will not impact me as much as they did last week, yesterday or even tomorrow. Kind of like having a baby, you forget the pain after a while and say heck why not do it again.

Chuck Edit #2:  I got a hundred dollar bill betting she'll do it again next year.  Every race she swears off, gets added to her 'favorite, gotta do it list".

Triple Crown 2010

The weather in the Midwest has been awful for the last week. Hey, what would an almost Epic mountain bike ride be without awful weather, it makes for such great stories. So the first Triple Crown ride of 2010 went off with a bang, or maybe I should say with many banged up bodies. Rock Racing had 3 members that attended the ride.



The plan was to have an epic ride covering 3 parks in one day, we call it the Triple Crown. We ride three parks connected together by chat trails, the total distance is 46 miles with 26 miles being chat trail and 20 miles of single track. So I sent out notes and gathered up a crew and we planned to meet at Lost Valley conservation area to start this epic ride. Days before the ride the Midwest was hit with torrential downpours, high winds and tornados. In Missouri, the county parks have the right to close the trails due to weather conditions and there had been so much rain that both Mattson Hill and Klondike were closed to mountain bikes on Saturday morning. This could have ruined all the fun, but we regrouped and came up with a new plan. Since Lost Valley is a state conservation area, it does not close due to the weather, we changed our plans and set out to do a few laps of Lost Valley. LV has just under 12 miles of single track with some major hill climbs and technical areas.

We started the day by meeting at the parking lot by the big mound, which I think is radioactive waste covered by rock. We checked tire pressures, packed food in our camelbacks and debated on what to wear, it was high 50’s with drizzle, hard to decide how much to wear. We all went with less clothes rather then more since we would be in dense woods that would block the elements for most of the ride, it was a good call. As we were getting ready to ride we noticed some people blocking the road next to the parking lot, stopping cars and letting them through after checking ID’s. I rode my bike over to ask what was going on. Well, to my surprise they where wearing FBI gear and were sending people back to a firing range next to the conservation area for some FBI firearms training. They told me that we needed to make sure we did not go past the gate, which was ok with us, we were hitting the trail at the gate, but we hoped that they weren’t shooting towards the woods.

Some of the riders had never been to LV, they were going to have a nice surprise in store when they saw that first uphill. We hit the first big downhill, it was quickly followed by a long, really long uphill, we warmed up nicely after that hill. As we turned onto the trail reroute we came to the first signs of mud. We had to cross a creek going over logs to a short steep uphill that was slick as snot. No one made it up, and we even slid back down the hill trying to push our bikes up it. I think we started laughing here and never stopped for the rest of the ride. We rode through thick mud for miles until we hit one of the older trails that was a little more rode-in and not nearly as muddy, at least some of it. We came across a hunter carrying a dead turkey, it was a small male, so it had all the big feathers. I started wondering about people hunting where we were riding, maybe we should have been wearing blaze orange. This thought didn’t stop me from riding though. After a few crashes, nothing greater than a 7 on a scale of 1 to 10, we made it almost to the big creek where we were hoping to get a bit of a bike wash while riding through it. Little did we know we were really going to need that wash. The group came around a switch back and hit the deep thick mud, Patrick was in front and he yelled one foot down, as we slipped through the mud for about a 100 yards and around a couple switch backs, some of the group went down while a few of us stayed up. I was laughing so hard the entire trip through the mud bog, because I knew at any moment I was going to slide down the side of the hill. I was one of the lucky ones and made it through upright. After quite a few crashes we made it through the creek and back to the start of the loop.

I few of us took a break in the woods, hoping that we weren’t standing in poison ivy, we were also being eaten alive by mosquitoes. We pulled food from our packs and ate while we used sticks to try and clean mud out of our derailleurs. We quickly decided to get moving in hopes of leaving the mosquitoes behind. We rode the trail backwards this time into a crazy 8 pattern, which meant we had to go up a monster hill, it wasn’t terribly steep, but it was really long, it seemed like it went on forever. That’s when our expert hill climber Jeff took off and passed everyone, as he went the sprinter Patrick decided to follow and headed up the hill after him. He couldn’t hang though and Jeff was just blur in the distance, but being the nice guy Jeff is, when he got to the top he rode back down and did the last section again with the few of us struggling to get up the hill. At the top of the hill we turned back into the reroute and hit the snot covered hill again. Mark, said he was going for it and he made it up, then Chuck made it up, then I had to put a foot down at the top but was able to push myself over, Pat and Jim did the same, and only needed a couple steps to get up. Jeff and Krystal went last and had a bit more of an issue with sliding back down the hill, but they finally got over the top. As we rode some areas of the trail had dried out a bit and it was a little easier to get some speed. We still had a few crashes as some of the same places we did earlier, but I think we were all getting a little more confident and riding a bit more lose causing the crashes. We rated all the crashes but nothing significant happened. So as we flew through the trails we came around a corner and that’s when we heard it. The sound of air escaping in one big gush. Patrick had blown out his tire, as he turned over his bike two guys came around the same corner and as we all yelled look out there is something sharp, we heard it again, the dreaded sound of air escaping in one big blow. The second of the two guys hit the same sharp rock and blew his tire also. Not only had both tires blown, but they both had side wall splits. We were all offering up all our trash, Honey Stinger gels, bars and shot packages. It took all of our trash to make large enough boots to fix two tires. Both tires got fixed and we took off again. Patrick was nervous checking his tire often, but we assured him, his tire would hold until we were at the furthest possible point from the parking lot, then it would burst again. We are all good friends to assure him like that.

Soon we were back to those switchbacks in the deep mud and as we came around the first switchback everyone seems to go down, but Jeff had the best crash of the day, he flew over the handlebars and landed on his feet, it looked just like he had planned it. Jim could not stop laughing, he said it was the fast transition from bike to run, he had ever seen. We all got back on our bikes and as we made the next switch back, Chuck pulled the same stunt Jeff did. Chuck loves competition, he couldn’t let Jeff out do him with that perfect crash, so he had to do it too.

As we made it back to the finish of the second loop, once again covered in mud, we ate more and cleaned off more mud. Jeff tells everyone he has blood in hopes of getting a 10 for his last crash, but Jim says, it’s doesn’t count when the blood came from swatting the mosquito on your arm. It was starting to rain a bit harder, but not enough to stop the fun. Mark had to leave for some other obligations, but we think he just wanted to get off the trials after seeing the last two hunters riding huffy’s carrying shot guns and wearing camo, so he headed up the hill back to the parking lot. We headed back to the creek to start a loop covering half of the crazy eight trail. We couldn’t finish this ride without a second trip up the long hill, the third trip for Jeff.

When we made it to the top of the hill we were cruising through the flat area until we hit the long downhill, Patrick was in front of me and cruising, I was working hard to keep up with him. He hit the top of the a long steep downhill and started flying, I noticed his back wheel starting to slide a bit in some deep gravel, so I started slowing down. I thought how much braver he was then me, he wasn’t even slowing down at all. As we got the bottom of the hill, we had to go straight back up the steep long gravel hill that meets up with the Hamburg trail, Jeff, Jim and Krystal flew by me and then Chuck passed me, Pat was on my right and he had stopped on the hill, he was having a problem with shifting into his small ring. I felt sorry for him because I knew he would have to start on that steep uphill. In just a few seconds he was back on his bike and right on my tail. We made it to the top, but I was sucking air when we got there. We rode back to the parking lot and took some pictures of our muddy selves as we inflated all the facts of each of the crashes and the conditions of the trails. This is where I found out that Patrick wasn’t as brave as I thought, his back breaks stopped working and that’s why he was flying down that hill and not slowing down. It’s a good thing he has bike handling skills and was able to maneuver through the gravel without crashing.



We finished 30 miles of single track in 3 hours and 42 minutes with and average speed of 8 mph. We were all very happy with that. Thinking back, I think the only person that did not have a crash was Mark, if he crashed he did it so stealthily that I missed it.



The icing on the cake was still to come we pulled out all the Subway sandwiched, chips and drinks and ate like royalty, devouring everything in sight, it was fantastic. We want to Thank Trek Mountain Co-op for graciously paying for the food, it was appreciated by all. And I’m not sure what to call this ride, since it isn’t really the triple crown now.



Oh, and it took me over an hour to clean all the mud off my bike. Even with the extra help from the pouring rain and the tornado sirens going off.

LBL Adventure 2010

This was ROCK Racings second attempt at the LBL 12 hr adventure race. The 2009 race report can be found on this site and is mostly a list of mistakes and lessons learned. We were looking forward to the 2010 race as a test to see how much we learned in the past year of racing. LBL is one of my favorite races. The Land Between the Lakes has no privately owned property. It is all wilderness, with very few paved roads. The only highway (The Trace) is off-limits for racing.

We signed up for the usual two-person coed division and found out a few weeks before the race that Robin was being sent to a mountain bike expo to represent Trek, so a substitute teammate was needed. We did a group email posting and I was lucky enough to get a response from Chris Heupel. We met and had several emails to coordinate plans prior to the race day.

At the pre-race meeting Chris and I found out that this would be a pretty straight-forward race plan. 21 checkpoints to plot and a 7am mass start. Bike transition would be race headquarters at Pisgah Bay on Lake Barkley.

The race started under the inflatable Bonk Hard start/finish line with the national anthem. The first four trekking points could be done in any order; we had planned to do them as 4-3-2-1. Turned out this was a good call, we went through them pretty quickly, only losing a little time on CP1 because I had us follow a trail too long before we turned north. Hindsight says I should have shot a compass bearing off of CP2 and avoided the trail all together.

Race headquarters was CP5 and the transition to the bike; we rode out on dirt roads to some great singletrack. The trails were in primo condition with only a few muddy spots. We got CP6 and CP7 right away, and then had a small piece of paved road to ride to a boat ramp for CP8 completing the first 15 mile bike leg.

CP8 was transition to the canoe. We had decided not to bring our team paddles because they would have to be carried through the rest of the race. We lucked out…Kayak paddles were provided by Bonk Hard. We had the same type plastic canoes we used at Thunder Rolls. These are nice and fast, but somewhat unstable. We never dumped the canoe, but there were a couple close calls. They were Salomon’s and had some great flip-up back rests that I really liked.

The canoe was simple orienteering, 7 miles long and included an 80 meter portage about halfway through it. We learned a lesson while on this leg. It is better for canoe control to put the heaviest person in the back of the canoe. We would have saved some time and frustration in the cross-winds if we had loaded correctly.

We had another trekking leg after the canoe; it was more difficult than the first. About 5 miles and all bushwhacking, there was only one spot where we could take advantage of a road. The long zip-off pants while trekking paid off in gold. I wasn’t scratched up too bad at all, but Chris (in shorts) looked liked a butcher shop. We had a good trek and hit all the checkpoints, only one small detour down a reentrant adjacent to the one we should have been in.

When we came out of the woods to the boat ramp/bike drop we saw lots of bikes on the ground. This was a good sign meaning lots of racers were still out in the woods. I rearranged the maps and zipped off my pant legs while Chris treated some lake water with iodine tablets. We were pedaling again in no time with only two checkpoints to go. While climbing away from the boat ramp, Chris’s bike spit out the chain in two pieces. We lost some time putting it back together, but as luck would have it, no one passed us. We got CP20 and were on another climb to CP21 when his chain broke a second time. This time we did a more permanent repair by removing a couple of bent chain links. Still no one passed us, we must have had quite a time cushion built up.

We caught another team between CP21 and the finish when they took a wrong turn, and rode in to a 6th place finish with all the CP’s and a time of 10:15. There was a party going on at the finish line with those great Bonk Hard baked potatoes and beer provided by Kuat Racks. I spent some time with the rack guy checking out their different models. They are so nice, I want one bad.

Thanks Bonk Hard for another great race!