Cold day in hell
The 55-mile race started at 10:30, leaving time for the morning to warm up to a balmy 14 degrees. While I wasn't thrilled about the cold, I was considerably more worried about potentially icy roads. Having done the 2013 Castlewood 8-Hour with a 10 degree starting temp, I'm pretty confident in my ability to dress for the cold, and it wasn't like we were going to be out there for 8 hours. As it turned out, I was only partially right on both counts.
Even with the relatively late start time, Bob and I only made it to town about 15 minutes early. Thankfully Luke had picked up our numbers and timing chips, which we collected after hurrying into our riding layers. Our group of friends made up nearly half of the field: along with the Virtus contingent (Adam, Bob, Luke, Robby, and me), Chuck and our TOG friends Jim and Aaron were there. Additionally, Lori and Christina were both in for the 30-mile route, and Momentum's Mickey and Shaun had already left on their 70-mile course.
The race director said a few words at the start line, emphasizing that racers should definitely wear glasses due to the cold. I'd left mine back in the truck and opted to just stick it out bare-faced. I also hadn't thought to get a cue sheet or download the course to my Garmin but wasn't too worried because I figured we'd all stick together. That assumption lasted for maybe the first hill, where most of the pack flew away while I tooled up. Luckily Chuck was on his mountain bike, and his big knobby tires made it easier for me to be able to stay with him. I was a little worried about making the first turn without Bob since I didn't think he had a cue sheet either, but the volunteer at the intersection promised to make sure he didn't miss it.
My temperature confidence hadn't really taken the wind chill into account, and while the layers on my body were sufficient I wasn't particularly comfortable. I was wearing a fleece hat and balaclava that I could pull over my mouth and nose when I needed to, but the headwind whipped against my face and the cold rush of air on downhills was almost blinding. It's too bad no one suggested we should wear glasses...
Temperature aside, road conditions were far better than I'd expected: smooth, hard-packed gravel, little ice, and few cars. Occasional turns out of the headwind or into the shelter of cedars were welcome breaks. The hose of my Camelbak froze almost immediately, but I'd also brought two insulated water bottles. I was slightly more concerned when I realized the bottles were frozen shut but was distracted from my hydration worries by the cool exposed root systems of some trees we passed and by the camera-shy chicken we saw crossing the road.
I'm sure there's a joke in here somewhere... |
The aid stations were well-placed but perhaps not entirely prepared for the depth of the cold. By the time we reached the first one, their water coolers were pretty much frozen, as was the jar of pickles. The volunteers were very helpful, one hauling a cooler out of the truck where they were trying to thaw it, while the other held my water bottle up to the propane heater while I ate something and tried in vain to open the other bottle.
Eventually we were able to unscrew the lid so I could get a little water out, and then I did my best to melt it further while we watched for Bob. Because my water bottle cage had broken, I had to carry one bottle in my jersey pocket; that ended up warming the bottle enough that I could drink at will, but only when I was stopped because it was tucked under my jacket and useless Camelbak.
Once we were all back together again, we took off in search of more miles. Bob had a cue sheet after all and told us not to wait on him, but we all stuck together for a while.
The route took us past the Big Oak Tree, the largest bur oak in Missouri. Over 350 years old, it doesn't seem all that notable when viewed from the nearby Katy Trail but is enormous up close. Race or not, freezing temperatures or not, that's worth a picture.
I had to laugh as I put on the borrowed glasses. My typical "bike" sunglasses are more Kim Kardashian than Rebecca Rusch, and these ones looked like they could have come out of my purse. At that point I would have welcomed any eye protection, but I wasn't sad to be wearing something I didn't hate. We rode what seemed like a lot of pavement to the second aid station, where we talked with the volunteers a bit and met up with Mickey, who'd dropped after 35 miles of frozen water. I had been gazing longingly at the turn-offs for the 30-mile route and was more than a little jealous of his warm trip back to the start, but his leftover salami and cheese roll-ups were a nice consolation prize for continuing to ride.
The middle section of the course featured a few bigger climbs and a screaming descent that, even at my cautious pace, sent a rush of blistering cold across my face that made me newly grateful for the protection of my borrowed sunglasses.
This could have been me... |
Long hill in the background |
We opted to bypass the third aid station but stopped soon afterwards as I spotted Boathenge along the Katy Trail. I've actually ridden past this twice on previous Katy Trail thru-rides but don't remember seeing it, and Chuck had never seen it; it was fun to for once be the one pointing out something cool to him instead of the other way around.
It would have been a slightly better picture from the Katy Trail side, but this will have to suffice. |
- 5 miles: "We're an 11th of the way done!"
- 5.5 miles: "We're a 10th of the way done!"
- 20 miles: "We're practically halfway there!"
- 27.5 miles: "We're officially halfway there!"
- 34 miles: "In 11 miles, we'll only have 10 miles to go!"
- 40 miles: "Just 15 miles left, that's like a short Trailnet ride."
- 50 miles: "Even Jacob can ride 5 miles."
Countdown notwithstanding, the last 25 miles seemed to fly by. It's clear from looking at the map that the course was basically one big out and back with a lollipop on the end, but the only landmarks I recognized at the time were the Eagle Bluffs conservation area (site of the most disgusting pit toilet I've ever encountered) and the big tree. Everything else looked totally different viewed from the opposite direction, partly because most of what I'd seen on the first half of the race was Chuck's back.
After a strong crosswind at the big tree we had the wind at our backs for the remainder of the ride. There was more fresh gravel than I'd remembered before, making me very thankful for the pavement I'd scorned earlier in the day. There were also more hills than I'd remembered, but they were mostly fun rollers.
Both of us were glad to ride back into Rocheport and fly down the hill we'd crept up first thing that morning. My cross tires were considerably faster than Chuck's knobby MTB tires, but I had to ease up when I realized I had no idea where the turn was. I recognized it in time to be able to beat him in the sprint and crossed the line laughing.
It looks weirdly like we're holding hands here, but we just both had our hands on the bike. |
This is one of those races that's slightly more fun in retrospect than at the time. I'm glad I went, but it felt more like finishing a job than adventuring with friends. That may be because it was too cold to do much adventuring, but there's something entertaining about racing in such stupid weather, too.
All in all, it was a very well-run event. All of the race staff/volunteers were friendly and helpful, and there was a ton of support on-course. I found the course marking slightly confusing, but none of my other friends did, so maybe that's just me. The biggest change I'd liked to have seen was at the aid stations; on a day that cold and windy, it would have been nice to have some kind of wind-block and something warm to drink.
What I wore:
Lightweight l/s tech top/base layer
Med. weight l/s tech top
Med. weight l/s jersey
Windbreaker
Bike shorts
Polartec tights
Knee-high Smartwool socks
Fasterkatt cycling boots
Smartwool liner gloves
Pearl Izumi lobster gloves
Fleece balaclava
Fleece hat
The only part of me that was pretty uncomfortable was my face. My feet were numb by the end, but they weren't painfully so and there were no lingering after-effects. The Fasterkatts are more of a transition season boot and the weather was definitely colder than their suggested range, but they were still far better than just a regular bike shoe. My shirts were very damp when I took them off; I might have been better off trading one layer for a slightly thicker jacket, but I went with what I had and it worked.
Results: I took second in my division, which is only impressive if you don't know that there were only two women who finished and the other one finished nearly 2 hours ahead of me. I was third last overall (or 16th). DNFs aren't listed, but I imagine there were a few; I know at least one other woman started. And the place doesn't really matter to me (OK, it does a little) as much as 55 more miles in my Dirty Kanza bank. Hopefully I can channel a little of the Rocheport chill when the Kansas temperatures start to climb. :)
One winter run taught me that sunglasses in wind are SO important - wind in your eyes is miserable enough...can't even imagine it on a bike!! Way to go...that one sounds like a character builder (but with AWESOME race directors!)
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure you have iron running through your veins. I am nowhere near as tough as you. That weather is complete opposite from how it is in Utah where we have been experiencing a heat wave almost all winter.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally to blame for our current cold snap after scorning "this lame excuse for winter" last weekend. My bad.
DeleteNever heard of Boat Henge, very cool.
ReplyDeleteI don't care how many women were in your division. You were out doing it. It is hard to run in the cold, it is impossible to ride in the cold yet you are doing it. I have to say today the cold got to me a little running. I am so slow that running 11 miles is a lifetime.
ReplyDeleteI was just telling somebody else that I miss the me who thought double digit runs were no big deal. Now 5 miles sounds like a lot. :-/
DeleteThat's hard core Kate. Great race!
ReplyDeleteAnother great adventure under your belt and this time with an impossible weather.
ReplyDeleteBrava SuperKate!
I was registered, but bailed. I give you so much credit for toughing through it and being brave enough! Sounds like it was worth your while (but I can't really say that your recap made me all that sad to have bailed) :) :)
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