12 Hours of Mesa Verde

If you haven’t ridden Phil’s World outside of Cortez Colorado, you need to get your butt down there and ride! I had the pleasure of being down there this past weekend for the 12 hours of Mesa Verde, my first race of the year and my first solo lap race in 7 years. The place is amazing. Folks with pure trail genius oozing out of their pores built the smoothest, fastest corners I think I have ever ridden, utilizing the terrain to its blissful trail riding potential. The event is also smooth and tight.

Having not yet raced this year, or put in too many long rides, or that many rides at all, I went into the race a bit nervous about my fitness, but mostly worried about my bum and my back. Was I ready for 12 hours of riding, of riding all singletrack, would I curl up and want to cry, would I blow up and look the fool? Would my Sram XX1 keep delivering the goods or make me walk. Well one can wonder their life away or go out and live it, right? This was also my first time racing for my team, Griggs Orthopedics, Team GO,and I wanted even more to do my best.

Before I know it I am standing in a crowd of hundreds of bikers, the gun goes off and we begin the long day with a jog to our bikes. I go slow on the run and end up bottle-necked and in the back of the pack. I bide my time and take it easy on the first lap, forgetting that the key to lap racing is pass pass pass. By the second lap I feel warmed up and begin to crank the throttle, even as my back begins to throb and fill with knots. Grin and bear it, I tell myself, grin and bear it. From here I simply want to keep the rubber side down and aim for 1:30 laps. Chase the rabbits and run from the wolves to keep the pace from falling off. Oh My does it hurt.

Somehow I simply let the pain be and keep the pedals spinning, and if you keep the pedals spinning you will get there. I keep eating, drinking and pedaling through intense sun, a bit of refreshing rain. I do terrible math all day trying to figure out where I need to be to get my desired 8 laps. I do the math over and over, not that I could go any faster if I wanted, but it gives the old noggin something to do besides focus on the discomfort taking over my body. I manage to get through the lap tent before 6:pm and have the chance to hit my goal, 8 laps! Through out the day my team does a great job of keeping me hydrated, plenty of Squirt on my chain and lifting my spirits, thus I am ready for one more.

Although it hurts, I almost don’t want it to end, the course is just that fun to ride. Even after hundreds of wheels and being exhausted I can still rail the corners with lots of speed, corner after corner just begs you to lean into it and trust it. After 12:30+ hours of riding I am cooked, sunburnt, tight and beat up, but so damn happy. It was not a perfect race, not even close. There is something magical about pushing yourself, with a goal in mind and the willingness to do it, to suffer for it and to pull it off is irreplaceable. It was so hard, it hurt a whole lot, but there is nothing I would have rather been doing this weekend. All day I had no idea where I was in the standings, come to find out I pulled off 5th place and got to stand up on the podium, I just can’t stop smiling!!

Huge thanks to the event organizers, the volunteers out there all day, my awesome fellow racers on Team GO, Dr. Rhett Griggs for making this team happen, Jari for the ride down, Miff for watching JBoy, DaveMoe for letting us leave for the weekend and all the wonderful folks out there racing their bikes with me. It was a great weekend!

Random Walking

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dogs

happy in the Sage

me

me again!

clouds

The sun was trying pretty hard, but the clouds looked to be winning

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No goals, no destination, just a random draw, then a series of game trails. To some the sage looks like boring rolling hills, but spend some time out there and there is a lot going on. Cool rocks, hidden gulleys filled with trees and granite. Game trails everywhere, bits of old chiseled stone, flowers. Good stuff.

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Motivation. Sunshine and Rain

Living in Gunnison, Colorado, we get spoiled by the pretty regular sunshine, almost everyday the sun pokes its head out and it is nice for a bit. I am very much accustomed to being able to get in an abundance of rides, lots of sunny days, plenty of pleasant pedaling windows. Normally when a nasty wet day does occur you take the day off, read that book that you’ve been ignoring, clean the house, take a nap. Sometimes when we get a few wet days in a row I tend to freak out, get grumpy wondering if it will ever end. I tend to drink even more coffee, perhaps even more beer. I don’t ride so much, I fall into chill mode and wait for the sun.

Problem is I still like bike racing and have two races in the early season and neither is a cake walk. Slacking is not training, training is not waiting. I need to motivate and ride in this crap, I did this in 2011 getting ready for the TD. By that spring’s end it used up a lot of my will to ride without the sun. I still have fun, I still enjoy the ride even if it snows, rains, my feet and fingers freeze, I really do. I can only think of a few bike rides in my whole life that were not good, or actually bad. That was only when someone got hurt, and those were fun up till that point.

It is that act of getting out the door, dressed for success, ready to face the wind, the cold the wet. Sort of like getting out of bed when all you want is more sleep, but once you get moving it ain’t so bad. Still it is a struggle when the warm golden sun doesn’t beckon me forth. I ply myself with tough love “Just get out there, damn it”  “Suck it Up, Butter Cup” Berating doesn’t always work. Sometimes it just takes a while for it to happen. Going out for a good ride at 4:30PM is just fine, but if I have the day off I feel so guilty for not being out there all day long. Today I didn’t get out for a ride till 1:pm. I was just fussing with this and that, working on my bike, stretching, putting up pictures from that mornings dog walk, doing laundry. But inside this murmur of ” you need to be riding, you should be riding….” On and on.

Finally I get layered up and plan on a road ride as the rain and snow from last night seems too much for the dirt to absorb. The sun is out and feels warm, till you step out from behind the house and the wind hits full force. In my mind this wind rolls east from the Himalayas across the world, unchecked till it ramps up for crossing the Divide. Still I head west, cause if I don’t know where, I go west. Straight into the wind, blowing me all over, making it hard to keep a good cadence. At the first dirt road I turn going south. The wind just sucks. I can laugh at it, but it also makes me curse. Maybe it makes you tougher, but it still sucks. The dirt is good, dry, driven and packed in, so what dirt roads should I ride? Gravity pulls me along blindly and there is Josie’s Trail. I know it will be dry if the road is dry and we climb up it in the upcoming Growler. Turns out to be super tacky, no mud, one puddle, perfect. Hard not to follow one trail with another, so turning onto Gateway, should know better, wet clay! Instead I head back and flow on down Josie’s again. Why not? I turn and ride back up and smile my way down again. The wind is still punishing and making riding perilous, but I am riding dry singletrack!

Sometimes, you just gotta have faith. Make the leap and get out there, it’s like Mother Nature is testing your true desire and will. I feel like she’s asking me, “do you really want to ride? how bad? It could be cold and nasty, sure you want to go out in that?”  Every damn time it is worth it. Yet today my body felt awful, legs dead, back tight and sore. Proof that I need those miles, those nasty, soul building miles in the wind and the rain.

Hartmans Surprise Ride

proof I was there!?

proof I was there!?

Climbing up Josie's, dry dry dry, was so surprised. The wind blown snow was sticking just to the windward side of the sage, rocks and trees. The next trail, Gateway was a mess. Hit and Miss

Climbing up Josie’s, dry dry dry, was so surprised. The wind blown snow was sticking just to the windward side of the sage, rocks and trees. The next trail, Gateway was a mess. Hit and Miss

Clouds and more snow cling to Carbon Peak, it was so bright with the fresh snow

Clouds and more snow cling to Carbon Peak, it was so bright with the fresh snow

my loyal stead

my loyal stead

The picture doesn't do justice to how bright those two mountains looked. That super cool time of the year when you can ride Hartmans, look up and still see snowy peaks

The picture doesn’t do justice to how bright those two mountains looked. That super cool time of the year when you can ride Hartmans, look up and still see snowy peaks

So short but so sweet.

So short but so sweet.

Desire

The gravity of living. Pulling every which way, with so many ways to live, to scratch out a life. So many forms of obsession, lust, love. Blows my mind the little places, niches that folks nestle into and cling to. I think of all the turns in my own life, the choices made, how different it could have turned out. I haven’t always been able to be motivated and focused. I have spent way too much time regretting, wishing, slowly drowning myself in desperation. I have always contained so much energy and without a focus it needed to be subdued, experimenting with drugs, saturating myself, numbing out the heedless drive and closing the circle in tighter. Becoming more depressed, seeing nothing good coming out of my pathetic life that hurt to live. Instead of stepping out of the circle and trying something, you just want out, to circle even tighter and shrivel up and disappear. Not a healthy place to be.

Perhaps the two most critical forks in the road, for me were moving to Colorado and giving up everything to hike the north half of the Colorado Trail. Moving to Colorado took some time to make a change in me, I was still depressed, still didn’t see myself doing anything good. Really it was when friend of mine invited me to hike the CT with him that summer. Now I had never been camping, backpacking, didn’t know shit about the woods, but I did know I needed to do something big, something to stir up my life, shaken not stirred! I gave up having a roof over my head, most of my material possessions and dove in head first. It was quite an experience. We only made it to Monarch Pass, but it started a shift, a change in my whole view of life, goals, desires.

To be honest I didn’t hike the CT and become a happy, motivated person. But it opened my eyes to what a regular human could do. Being outside among all that open space, those massive mountains, gorgeous little streams, perfect camping spots, terrible thunder storms and baking heat, it all makes you feel so small. Not the small of being stupid and pathetic, but the small that makes you realize that the world is wide open, it doesn’t take a great job, a sweet car, or a big house to be fulfilled. All that is nonsense that society piles upon your shoulders, that is what gives you stress, makes you frustrated, mad, feeling left out. So fuck it, leave yourself out and go do something.

I would guess that most people have plenty of ups and downs. I swear that I ride a roller coaster. I can get up there so high that I can see all my stress and anguish as being tiny little ant problems. So small and insignificant. But then back down, broke and broken it feels like nothing but walls penning me in. Perspective, all about perspective. The thing is, you live through those moments, we need to keep that perspective. The more high points the easier it is to remember that you get through, you can prevail and that life isn’t and shouldn’t be all cherries and sunshine.

Life is a struggle, but make that struggle worth while. To do that it takes the courage to step out of the routine that leaves you feeling trapped and take a chance. “It is better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t done”  Follow those dreams, holding them tight doesn’t make them real, live them. I dreamed of doing the Tour Divide for 7 years, every year I put it off, I always had some excuse. I sacrificed a lot to make that dream come true. Being out there, riding my bike everyday, seeing so much of this land was an experience that lives with me everyday. I can clearly remember riding along the top of the divide at sunset heading towards Atlantic City, the road twists and turns staying right atop the spine of the continent. The sun was hitting snow covered peaks on one side and the sage hills of the Basin alternated between glow and shadow on the other. I felt amazing, it was almost like my bike was hovering off the ground, I was spinning the pedals as fast as I could, I just couldn’t wait to see what was next, what was ahead. Yet I was completely engrossed in what was going on around me. I had never felt so high, so real in my life. Visions of the many wonderful, gorgeous places I had seen in the past days, weeks, years came rolling forth. I felt so grateful, thankful to be alive, to have been able to get through the low points of my life, to be a witness, subject of such greatness. At that moment I could only wonder why anyone wouldn’t want to get out here into the world and see some of this for themselves. It just makes it all worth while.

Turning 40, all downhill from here

The Big 4-0. Yep, many things to many people. From the perspective of me as a child, I just can’t believe I made it this far. “40, man that is old!” But living here in the Gunnison Valley, forty is just another start, a stage for blossoming. For me right now it feels like the body getting older, the mind and ego staying the same. Thus I feel beat up and overused and still want to take on what ever my mind wishes without doing anything but getting out of bed. Tough luck there buster.

I have been trying to be good, doing some core work almost everyday along with some stretching. But it just isn’t enough. The back still feels tight, the legs dead, the knees get creaky after a day at work and this is without really pushing it, not really riding much. Could it be I am just making up the deficit of so many years? Sins of the past, the little promises I made at 2:AM in the middle of the night during some race, “please let me get through this and I promise I will be good to my poor body, really I promise”  Believe me I think about it a lot cause sometimes it truly does hurt. Maybe I did a deal with the devil, whoever that may be, and now have to repay my tab. I feel like saying “Fuck you Devil, I am moving on” but it just doesn’t work that way, maybe I am getting old after all, nah.Yet here I am right now, half drunk on beer, writing instead of sleeping, stretching, eating well. Aauughh.

I keep running into the wall of knowing that I am not perfect, I hate these walls! But it is only another place to start, a new beginning, right. Yet beginnings are hard, painful, messy. No one is is perfect, but we all can try a little harder, can’t we? It is just so much easier to give in to temptation and put it off. The fact is it doesn’t matter to the whole scheme of things, or does it? As individuals maybe it doesn’t matter, but as a whole maybe it does? Do the sum of all our efforts equal something more?

Bottom line is I need to try harder, stay focused because I want more, I am still unsatisfied with what I have done, I want more out of myself. I want to push my limits even harder. The problem is the gap between that feeling and everyday life, where work, desire, impulsion get in the way of the the one minded push towards that goal. It can seem so simple at one time, but get muddled so quickly. Who wants to be average? Shit I have wished for it so many times, but really it is simply not me. Never has been.

So what does this have to do with being on this earth for 40 years? Perspective, once again, my perspective now at this time is that we as humans need to push past this phase of “good enough” and strive for what is possible. It starts here, I want to push myself, see what is really inside me. Maybe it will inspire someone to seek out there own potential and that inspires yet another person, who inspires yet another. Get out there, do it, be what you want to be, no BS, live and make it real.

Dog Walk

tails up

tails up

jefe outside =happy

jefe outside =happy

sniffing the wind

sniffing the wind

snow dogs

snow dogs

j boy

so hot!

so hot!

close shot

close shot

Ahh to be a dog in Gunnison. I think it would be a dream. For my dogs it means no work, meals provided and daily adventures. Today it was a two hour hike up a random old road that fades out into a ghosty game/cow trail. It was warm, windy and dry. The dogs were quite excited to find a bit of snow to eat, lay and play in. Damn cute. There was weather moving in, rain supposedly turning to snow. It was getting darker and heavier to the west so it was time to split and head out. Still, short but sweet.