Crawford Creek
to Fernie
Daily
distance: 272 km (169 mi)
Riding Time:
25 hours 33 minutes
Total
distance: 1067 km (663 mi)
Standing:
2nd place
I was up at 3am hoping to get the jump on Lennard. I knew Gray Creek pass was steep and I would
be walking a lot of it so I want to start early. As I was walking, I noticed a pain on my rear
end. I thought I would try sleeping in
my bibs to save time in the morning; big mistake! I will spare the gory details, but needless
to say, my backside was quite sore for the rest of the ride. Once I got to the face of the hill, I started
walking. It took forever and I was happy
to get to the top.
Top of Gray Creek Pass |
The descent was fast and fun. The trail followed some gravel roads, and
then pavement until just before Kimberly.
I felt good until that point, but once I got into the steep single
track, I started to feel really bad. It
started to get hot and I felt really run down.
My airway was closing up and I was having trouble breathing. I was having trouble finding the track at
times and had to backtrack to make sure I was on course. This was definitely a low point. I knew I would have to stop in Kimberly to
get my airway back. I stopped at store
in Kimberly for about 45 min to force some food down and try to cough out some
gunk in my lungs. I did not feel very
good at all. After choking down some
liquids and a sandwich I was off again.
I felt really sleepy so took another cat nap on the side of the
trail. I know with this type of racing
that if you feel really low, eventually you will feel good. I was waiting eagerly to feel good again and
I started to feel better after Cranbrook.
The trail continued on rail grade and went into some fun wide single
track after Wardner. I got into a good
place keeping my pace comfortable enough where my airway felt good. I rode as it got dark and crossed the big
bridge near Baynes Lake. I climbed the
paved hill and got to the RV campground as night really started to fall. I found one of the hoses for the RVs had potable
water so I filled up for the final push to the end.
The trail started to get a bit sketchy at this point. I was having trouble finding out where I was
and where the route went. I kept
fumbling around in the dark, up and down the gravel roads and narrow grassy
paths. The trail spat me out onto the
highway leading up to Elko. I remembered
this stretch from touring it with Kristin a few years back. That time it was 35 degrees and hot; this
time it was late at night and muggy. After
Elko, and crossing the river, the trail deteriorated into a steep, rocky, hike-a-bike. I had another airway-blocking coughing fit
and had to stop to get my breathing sorted out.
The trail gradually got smoother and smoother the closer I got to
Fernie. At one point, I started to nod
off and took a quick nap. After that
nap, I was determined to get to the finish.
I felt bad, and couldn’t eat or breathe well, but pushed on. It was cold, but I didn’t even stop to put on
warmer clothes. I didn’t want to stop
and just wanted to get to the finish line.
The sun rose and I pedalled as more and more civilisation appeared. Farm houses and power lines meant I was
getting closer and closer. The gravel
turned into pavement as I wheezed my way to the finish. I was greeted by my loving family and Chip
Andrus. It was great to be done! Kristin had a coffee for me to drink and
after I was done that, I could speak a bit better. Lennard pulled up shortly after and we talked
about the race. It was so much fun
trying to catch him! I went back to the
hotel for a shower and quick nap and had breakfast with Lennard, Chip and their
families. It was great and I hope to do
the race again sometime!
All done! |
Glad to talk to Lennard after chasing him for four days |
My recovery took a little while. I went to the doctor after the race and found
out I had bronchitis. He gave me a bunch
of antibiotics and I slept most of the time for a few days after the race. It took a few days to recover and I was well
enough to participate in the Alberta Rockies 700 race 11 days later.
Result: 3 days 22
hours; 2nd place overall; 1st place single speed (Eastbound
single speed record)
Passing up all that good food in Nelson just to catch the last ferry -- that is self-control. So good to be at the finish line to hear you whisper out your story.
ReplyDeleteThanks for meeting me at the line! It meant a lot to have someone (including my family) to meet me at the end.
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