AmZof 2015 RR - Executive Summary:
I got the race I trained for.
Fortunately, that somehow/miraculously ended up being 3rd OA in CWD.
Which kept alive my streak of never finishing worse than 4th OA at AmZof, now at 10 for 10.
(4 LC, 4 F1, 2 CWD.)
Longerer, more boringer version:
(no, seriously! REALLY LONG. SUPER BORING!!)
I got the race I trained for. Since AmZof moved to May in 2010, I had 3 years where I got faster each year at the F1/GCG distance.
And it was good. Finished 2nd, 1st, 2nd.
And then, I got old(er) and lazy(er), and a few niggling injuries, and here we are.
I thought I set the bar pretty low last season for lack of proper AmZof training, but apparently I'm mixing limbo into multisport, as I managed all new highs (lows?) of apathy this past winter. Hmmm? Wonder why?
I was able to get out for two recon rides on the course, both of which went fairly well, so I was optimistic I could bike reasonably well. The run would be another thing, altogether.
The run would be another thing.
Showed up on raceday feeling pretty decent, my last few runs had felt like running used to feel like, and my winter training muffintop had eroded fairly well, so I was about as ready as I was going to be.
The DreamCrusher Express (tm) was locked and loaded, and my goal was to try for the Mohonk descent KOM, and not embarrass myself too badly.
It was crazy-foggy on the drive up to NP, at times the visibility was almost zero. Roads were soaked from the overnight rains and humidity, and who knew what the trails might hold? Temps were in the mid-60's at 6am, with the forecast calling for highs in the upper 80's - I was glad I was doing short course, for many reasons.
JM piped the LC racers out with the National Anthem (a pretty solid rendition; waaay better than the cat-strangling from a few years ago), and they're off! AND - they even managed to stay on course this year, so the LC leaders came back in to TA while the CWD racers were still lingering about.
CWD "gun" goes off ("3, 2, 1, GO!") and we're off!
I started off near the front, and we took it fairly steady going across the first field, which was a bit muddy, but nowhere near the shoe-sucking quagmire from some prior renditions. When we hit the first downhill, I punched it and moved up towards the front, since I knew I wouldn't be able to stay with the fastest guys on the climbs.
Which is exactly what happened - got passed by a few guys on the first climb, but then hit the gas on the carriage road descent, and was able to move up again before the next climb. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Another guy went rocketing by on the next climb - vaya con Dios!
During the last descent, I slowly gained on the runner in front of me, and came into T1 in 3rd. Perfect.
36:02, which was a fantasy split for me, given my (lack of) run fitness.
Quick transition, got out ahead of the other guy, but then totally butchered the mount, and he passed me as I got my sh!t together and actually got on the bike. NOOB.
Hit the climb, and my legs were already complaining, and I dropped it into the 27 and tried not to blow up.
That guy on the bike is gapping me, but I'll reel him in later...
(spoiler: NFW. He biked a 1:25. Damn)
Over the top, accelerated into the descent, it's go time!
OK - maybe it's not. The roads are soaked, and that first nasty decreasing-radius L turn sees me sitting up and feathering the brakes. I punched it coming out of the R turn into the straightaway, and got low and thought aero thoughts - but it wasn't enough. Ended up going 3:06, which is solid, but no cigar.
I had said to myself "ER or PR" for that segment - but made the business decision to concentrate on keeping the rubber-side down instead, which was the right call.
Going across 299, I passed another CWD racer, who then passed me back on the climb. So I returned the favor on the descent, and we bounced back and forth like that, until the top of the Minnewaska climb, when I punched it into the descent down past the Million Dollar View(tm) and over the partly repaved roads down towards the hairpin turn onto Granite. Ta-ta!!
Speaking of repaved, the Towpath section had been freshly paved just since the prior week!!! NICE.
Finished up the rest of the loop, but had no gas for the last climbs, and just kinda rode it in, glad to be done w/ the bike. Wasn't sure if I was in 2nd or 3rd, but either way - couldn't ask for any more at this point.
1:33 was a somewhat disappointing split, but whatever.
Reasonably quick T2, and out on the run. Felt ok.
Until the very first hill in the woods, at which point my legs just locked up, and shut down. ARRGH.
Surely you've got to be shitting me!
I'm not shitting you - and stop calling me Shirley.
I "power-hiked" (who am I kidding? Walked.) up the climb, to the carriage road.
Managed to get running again, decently for a bit, but then the legs started cramping up again.
Got to the 2nd climb, and immediately I'm walking again.
Another CWD runner goes guy, moving fast and looking strong.
Hey! I'm walking here!
Nothing I could do about it.
Threw down a Heed and water at the aid station (thanks, Mary!!), and got running again. Moving ok, but legs feel like the Tin Man w/o his oil can. The next climb, same thing.
At least if was nice and cool going up past Bonticou, and I was able to get running again on the carriage road.
Had the annual mental battle about "do I cut the corner here" - and once again talked myself out of that temptation. Another pass of the aid station, and the Heed and water seem to be helping somewhat, so I opened it up as much as I could on the next long carriage road descent.
Got into the last woods section behind the Pavillion, and even that crappy little hill was enough to force yet another walk. Tried not to biff on the last singletrack descent, and then it's the last fireroad and field finish.
Managed to run the whole thing, and was so happy to climb those last few steps into the Pavillion, and DONE.
After a glass of water, I made my way over to the kegs, and started off with an Old Capitol, then tapped the Mother's Milk, and stuck with that for the remainder of the afternoon.
It definitely tastes better out of a Big Honkin' Stein.
It was great to be done, and hang out with old friends and new, swap war stories, cheer and heckle the F1 and LC racers, and bask in the shared accomplishment of having survived such a challenging course, on a difficult day.
Congrats to all the winners, especially the CWD winner Ralf Warmuth, (I was forced to Google stalk, and find out that he's a studly Masters CX and TT rider for many years, who now has learned how to run).
I can't wait until I turn 50, so I can get faster too.
Many thanks to JM, Lucy, Tom, Kurtis, Main Street Bistro, Keegan Ales, NYS Police, the Mohonk Preserve and Rangers, Dr's Scott Costley and David Ness, and ALL the AMAZING VOLUNTEERS who once again made AmZof the awesome experience it always is.
AmZof - where the beer flows like wine.
There's a reason the lemmings flock there every May like the salmon of Capistrano.
The day may come when I can no longer partake in this stupidity - but today is not that day.
I'll see ya next year.
If you've made it this far w/o dozing off, thank you.
float , hammer , and jog
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Murphy'sLaw: May 18, 15 16:36