I'm pretty tired.
Which is good. Or at least ok this time of year. 2015 has been pretty busy and successful from a fitness and racing standpoint. Especially considering the shit show that was 2014. Who would have thought a gluten-free experiment would be my savior from a slew of weird joint issues? Still don't really have a solid diagnosis and I can still tell there is something off with my joints and how inflammation is working in my body but staying away from gluten seems to keep things at bay and allows me to do what I like to do just about as hard as I want to do it.
So what did I pull off this year? I took a much more laid back approach to my MTB season. I did a few XC races, really more for training than anything else with my focus being more on a few endurance events that I like. I was pleased with what I was able to accomplish in those events. Got a 5th at Millstone on a real tough weather day. I got back up to the BC Challenge this year and was able to break the 6hr 100K time threshold which was a milestone I had been working my way towards since my 100K times started getting faster during my NH100 run of 5 races. That was a pretty good indication that my endurance fitness is just about the best its been which is nice. After last year I was forced to accept that I might not be getting any faster from there on out so it was nice to see I still had some results in me.
I really liked my approach to my MTB season this year because it left me a decent amount of time to do other stuff that I used to miss out on a bit when I was racing more frequently. Got to hit the beach more with Gina, do some hiking with Mike as well as a lot more riding for fun. Finished up the MTB season doing the Cat 2 Marathon at Landmine which I was able to win. Another pretty good indication that my longer range fitness is good and definitely the thing I should focus on for MTB. That focus also ends up working perfectly because it racks up all kinds of great aerobic capacity to build on for Cross in the Fall.
Cross was my pre-savior of sorts for 2014. It allowed me to partially salvage a crap season last year. My shitty joints could handle the slightly more tame riding (as opposed to trail riding) and I was in some pretty intense PT just prior that had gotten me to a slightly better spot joint wise. I did well enough last year to realize I really liked the format and the 'scene' and that I wanted to make a more targeted run in 2015 with an actual Summer season of racing under my belt.
Turns out a few months of riding and racing hard does wonders for your results in the Fall. I hit the ground running in Sept with a somewhat surprising top 10 in the 4/5 race at White Park. It became pretty obvious in the first few races of the season that I was going to be towards the sharp end of the 4/5 field and my points came tumbling down. I also built up a SS race bike this year and dabbled in the SSCX scene. Very likely that becomes my 'thing' for 2016. Not sure my body can handle SS MTB anymore but SSCX isn't quite as brutal on the body and there is a reason I was a single speed MTB'er for so long. I just really like SS riding. Plus I really like the mentality of the SSCX scene.
Guys take CX pretty seriously and the vibe is different than MTB. The category races can be pretty "physical" and I would imagine that will only get worse if/when I progress to Cat 3. SS just has a better slant to it for me, you can still race hard and compete but fun is prioritized much more. And the bikes are so simple and light! Plus I'm pretty sure I'm faster on a SS anyway.
Speaking of my progression to Cat 3...that was a goal of mine once I realized I was about at that level. I never quite scored that many USAC upgrade points because of how I was often doubling up etc. I think if I had made that my main priority I could have gotten more but I had thought my SS results would have held more weight. I was beating Cat 3's in those races and I was always just outside the points in the races I missed them and everyone beating me had already upgraded by the end of the year. It seemed apparent to me I was tangling with Cat 3's all year and I thought I had a case for an upgrade. I applied with less than required upgrade points and stated my case with the results I had. Didn't work. Got denied.
I was a bit surprised but ultimately I didn't have the upgrade points. Maybe I'll prioritize chasing points next year but that doesn't sound as fun as just racing SS. Maybe I'll set a goal of having the lowest crossresults points of any Cat 4 ever...or maybe the most Cat 3 upgrade denials of all time. Yeah that sounds more fun.
Racing bikes in New England (both MTB and CX) seems to be gaining steam and getting pretty rad. Kenda Cup East seems to be taking off...we've got an HC event in the greater Boston area next year. CX events seem to get bigger and better every year. 2016 should be pretty damn sweet, can't wait.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
Millstone Grind 2015 Kenda Cup East #3
This past weekend was an excellent example of the 'wait 5 minutes' New England weather experience. Late Spring / Early Summer can be a bit of a crap shoot. Saturday was 80+ degrees and blazing sun. Race day was low 50's, windy and pissing rain. I actually like riding in conditions like that (to a certain extent). I certainly like it better compared to 80+ degrees but there is a tipping point when things get a bit ridiculous. Sunday started on the fun manageable side of 50's and raining and eventually ended up solidly in the realm of the redonkulous.
This is gonna be a good one. Buckle up.
I'm gonna skip right to the start because I feel like this could get long...Marathon'ers were sent off first to stay in front of the Sport/Novice field. We had 14 pre-reg'd and it felt like maybe 10-12 on the line. I love longer distance starts. So much more civil and reasonably paced (sort of). I slotted in at the tail end of the 'front group' per usual. Sitting maybe about 5th heading into the first sections of single track. It wasn't actually raining quite yet at that point. There had been some big T-storms overnight so everything was damp but the trails were more tacky than anything else with slick rocks and roots.
Those are the conditions I love and the first lap was actually really enjoyable. Just enough to make things really interesting but not enough to really cause any issues with gear or crashing really. It was slowing things down a tad at least for me with my first lap time coming in about 3mins slower than I had wanted, I was hoping I would get in a groove, get used to the conditions a bit and dial things up in the coming laps but Mother Nature had other plans and slowly started to dial the rain up. Rain started at some point during the second lap and conditions started to change quickly. There is sort of a spectrum to mud and its consistency as water is added. It goes from tacky to peanut butter to soup and then back again as the moisture dries out.
First lap was tacky, lap two was peanut butter. Luckily a good portion of the course was under canopy and held up for a bit as the rain came down. Exposed sections got bad fast. Mud was starting to stick to everything. Ikon's shed mud fairly well but not this stuff. Rotational mass of my wheels skyrocketed, mud was getting flung everywhere. Eyes, mouth, drivetrain, brakes. Nothing was sparred. Lots of wasted watts that lap spinning out on climbs (and flats). Much respect for my former SS brethren, climbing out of the saddle was near impossible. Lots of mud sticking to kit and gloves and bottles made feeds interesting. How many calories does mud have? I would say at least 25% of my nutritional intake during the race was quarry dirt.
Towards the end of my second lap I started having issues with shifting. Grabbing cable to shift up was still working ok but trying to drop cable to drop gears was a no go. Spring was having a hard time pulling the cable through all the mud gummed up at the ends of the housing. I figured out that if I dropped 2 gears to increase the tension and then reached down and wiggled the small piece of housing at the top of my seatstays I could get it to go. Obviously this maneuver is not ideal while trying to stay upright in those conditions and it is also not efficient or timely in any way. So I spent much of the rest of day under geared.
Fellow NEMBA racer Erik caught me just as my gears went sideways. I was able to claw my way back up to him and we lapped through together heading into lap 3. I was getting a nice draft through the first part of the field and then we started heading down the slight descent into the woods and I started getting a huge rooster tail of water and mud to the face from his rear wheel so I let him go (that and he probably would have eventually dropped me anyway)
Lap 3...ah lap 3. This is where things go wholly ludicrous. Its been raining for a while now and has even increased in intensity a bit. On lap 3 we begin to move from peanut butter to slicker than snot soup mud. Kinda like riding on ice but way dirtier. The margin for error disappeared. If your weight was even slightly askew from where it needed to be you were going down and FAST. I avoided catastrophe for maybe the first 1/3 of the lap but then things went south....when it rains it pours (GET IT!?).
My first incident and probably the best was on a very fast double track descent heading back into the field/feed zone. To that point the mud had been sticky enough so that you could let it run without issue. There were some roots and rocks to pop over here and there, things would get a little loose but hook up before any problems would result. So like an idiot even though the conditions were changing I still barreled into the descent at full speed. At the beginning of the double track section as you pop out of the woods there was a slight bump in the terrain with some roots that you could ever so slightly pop over, get a bit of air and be on your way. Things were going to plan, but this time around I landed and my bike just disappeared.
Not sure I have ever had a bike come out from under me quite that fast before. With cardio dulled senses my perception was that it was there and then it was not. Without a bike I was quickly on the ground and thanks to my horizontal velocity and the well lubricated trails I began hydroplaning down the trail at a good clip. The world has a tendency of slowing down during life events such as this. Probably some sort of biological adaptation to help us fully realize and remember the error in our ways so as to be avoided in the future. As I flew down the trail on a thin layer of mud I glanced to my left and noticed something flying along down the trail with me just a few feet away. It was my bike. Also hydroplaning. Luckily my slide path was free of debris and once I came to a stop about 10-15ft later my bike was right there (and still in one piece) and off we go!
Things got progressively worse after that. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was like riding on ice. You could easily spin out on flat ground and rooster tailing and sliding out through corners was a near guarantee regardless of how well you balanced your weight. My next crash of hilarious significance happened in a somewhat innocuous corner. I think I just got lazy (or tired). Going down was pretty straight forward nothing funny there but once I was on the ground things got weird. I don't think I can accurately explain how this happened but I somehow ended up on my head and spinning like a top, or more accurately, an 80's break dancer. I only got maybe part of one rotation but I was pretty impressed with myself.
My next issue came about 1-2miles later and this one was nearly heartbreaking. I lost traction and slid out navigating a small rock garden and my line was adjusted just enough to send me hurtling into a very sharp and pointy rock on the edge of the trail. As soon as I hit it (at the speed I was going) I knew I was screwed. 1 second later I hear the tell tale sign and see the Stan's mist spraying into the sky. Now I have had some issues with Stan's sealing up in conditions like these and I was in no mood to try and get a tube in with the amount of mud that was everywhere. I knew very quickly that if this didn't seal my day was over at 3+ laps of 4 and that all that suffering would be for naught. So I started yelling.
I screamed at Stan's to do its job, go to your home, get in that hole etc. I threatened it with bodily harm. I promised it riches. AND IT WORKED. I was actually somewhat amazed. I've had pretty poor luck with Stan's but it came through when I needed it most. It stopped spraying and best I could tell it was holding. I started riding away somewhat gingerly and slowly got back to 'normal' riding without issue. Turns out I probably could have been running my tires a bit softer because things were actually working a bit better with the 1-2psi I lost and I still wasn't really rimming out anywhere.
The rain began to die off towards the end of lap 3 and during lap 4 the mud gradually swapped back to a more peanut butter / tacky consistency. Lines got easier to hold but things got sticky again and shifting got tricky and pushing up climbs wasn't getting any easier. Luckily the trails at Millstone are very well built and were draining really well throughout. Surprisingly very little damage done to the trails and the few spots that got a little more whupped will likely recover in a week or two with a little love. I got a bit of a second wind last lap but I was also running low on fluids and calories. So it was a balancing act of pushing harder but not too hard so as to crack before the finish. Lap 4 ended up actually being almost 2mins faster than my 3rd lap.
I came in at about 3h:52m, almost an hour longer than expected. Results sheet had me in 5th of 7 finishers at the time I checked it (ATTN Root 66: when are you going to ditch those hand written results sheets and get into current century????). Not sure if the rest DNF'd or just hadn't come in yet. I proceeded to use my drink ticket for some Heady Topper and even got a free Turtle Fur for some modeling work I did (pic coming soon hopefully). Turns out an old friend from PSU is a Turtle Fur rep now so we got an opportunity to catch up which was nice.
All told it was a hell of a day. Memorable to say the least. The trails at Millstone are really great and this course is probably one of the more fun I have ever done. If they keep this event earlier in the year like this and keep offering a marathon class I will probably continue to come back. I mean free Heady Topper and a meatball sub with your reg fee? c'mon
This is gonna be a good one. Buckle up.
SPOILER ALERT: it was muddy
I'm gonna skip right to the start because I feel like this could get long...Marathon'ers were sent off first to stay in front of the Sport/Novice field. We had 14 pre-reg'd and it felt like maybe 10-12 on the line. I love longer distance starts. So much more civil and reasonably paced (sort of). I slotted in at the tail end of the 'front group' per usual. Sitting maybe about 5th heading into the first sections of single track. It wasn't actually raining quite yet at that point. There had been some big T-storms overnight so everything was damp but the trails were more tacky than anything else with slick rocks and roots.
lined up at the start
Those are the conditions I love and the first lap was actually really enjoyable. Just enough to make things really interesting but not enough to really cause any issues with gear or crashing really. It was slowing things down a tad at least for me with my first lap time coming in about 3mins slower than I had wanted, I was hoping I would get in a groove, get used to the conditions a bit and dial things up in the coming laps but Mother Nature had other plans and slowly started to dial the rain up. Rain started at some point during the second lap and conditions started to change quickly. There is sort of a spectrum to mud and its consistency as water is added. It goes from tacky to peanut butter to soup and then back again as the moisture dries out.
First lap was tacky, lap two was peanut butter. Luckily a good portion of the course was under canopy and held up for a bit as the rain came down. Exposed sections got bad fast. Mud was starting to stick to everything. Ikon's shed mud fairly well but not this stuff. Rotational mass of my wheels skyrocketed, mud was getting flung everywhere. Eyes, mouth, drivetrain, brakes. Nothing was sparred. Lots of wasted watts that lap spinning out on climbs (and flats). Much respect for my former SS brethren, climbing out of the saddle was near impossible. Lots of mud sticking to kit and gloves and bottles made feeds interesting. How many calories does mud have? I would say at least 25% of my nutritional intake during the race was quarry dirt.
Towards the end of my second lap I started having issues with shifting. Grabbing cable to shift up was still working ok but trying to drop cable to drop gears was a no go. Spring was having a hard time pulling the cable through all the mud gummed up at the ends of the housing. I figured out that if I dropped 2 gears to increase the tension and then reached down and wiggled the small piece of housing at the top of my seatstays I could get it to go. Obviously this maneuver is not ideal while trying to stay upright in those conditions and it is also not efficient or timely in any way. So I spent much of the rest of day under geared.
Fellow NEMBA racer Erik caught me just as my gears went sideways. I was able to claw my way back up to him and we lapped through together heading into lap 3. I was getting a nice draft through the first part of the field and then we started heading down the slight descent into the woods and I started getting a huge rooster tail of water and mud to the face from his rear wheel so I let him go (that and he probably would have eventually dropped me anyway)
Lap 3...ah lap 3. This is where things go wholly ludicrous. Its been raining for a while now and has even increased in intensity a bit. On lap 3 we begin to move from peanut butter to slicker than snot soup mud. Kinda like riding on ice but way dirtier. The margin for error disappeared. If your weight was even slightly askew from where it needed to be you were going down and FAST. I avoided catastrophe for maybe the first 1/3 of the lap but then things went south....when it rains it pours (GET IT!?).
My first incident and probably the best was on a very fast double track descent heading back into the field/feed zone. To that point the mud had been sticky enough so that you could let it run without issue. There were some roots and rocks to pop over here and there, things would get a little loose but hook up before any problems would result. So like an idiot even though the conditions were changing I still barreled into the descent at full speed. At the beginning of the double track section as you pop out of the woods there was a slight bump in the terrain with some roots that you could ever so slightly pop over, get a bit of air and be on your way. Things were going to plan, but this time around I landed and my bike just disappeared.
Not sure I have ever had a bike come out from under me quite that fast before. With cardio dulled senses my perception was that it was there and then it was not. Without a bike I was quickly on the ground and thanks to my horizontal velocity and the well lubricated trails I began hydroplaning down the trail at a good clip. The world has a tendency of slowing down during life events such as this. Probably some sort of biological adaptation to help us fully realize and remember the error in our ways so as to be avoided in the future. As I flew down the trail on a thin layer of mud I glanced to my left and noticed something flying along down the trail with me just a few feet away. It was my bike. Also hydroplaning. Luckily my slide path was free of debris and once I came to a stop about 10-15ft later my bike was right there (and still in one piece) and off we go!
Things got progressively worse after that. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was like riding on ice. You could easily spin out on flat ground and rooster tailing and sliding out through corners was a near guarantee regardless of how well you balanced your weight. My next crash of hilarious significance happened in a somewhat innocuous corner. I think I just got lazy (or tired). Going down was pretty straight forward nothing funny there but once I was on the ground things got weird. I don't think I can accurately explain how this happened but I somehow ended up on my head and spinning like a top, or more accurately, an 80's break dancer. I only got maybe part of one rotation but I was pretty impressed with myself.
My next issue came about 1-2miles later and this one was nearly heartbreaking. I lost traction and slid out navigating a small rock garden and my line was adjusted just enough to send me hurtling into a very sharp and pointy rock on the edge of the trail. As soon as I hit it (at the speed I was going) I knew I was screwed. 1 second later I hear the tell tale sign and see the Stan's mist spraying into the sky. Now I have had some issues with Stan's sealing up in conditions like these and I was in no mood to try and get a tube in with the amount of mud that was everywhere. I knew very quickly that if this didn't seal my day was over at 3+ laps of 4 and that all that suffering would be for naught. So I started yelling.
I screamed at Stan's to do its job, go to your home, get in that hole etc. I threatened it with bodily harm. I promised it riches. AND IT WORKED. I was actually somewhat amazed. I've had pretty poor luck with Stan's but it came through when I needed it most. It stopped spraying and best I could tell it was holding. I started riding away somewhat gingerly and slowly got back to 'normal' riding without issue. Turns out I probably could have been running my tires a bit softer because things were actually working a bit better with the 1-2psi I lost and I still wasn't really rimming out anywhere.
The rain began to die off towards the end of lap 3 and during lap 4 the mud gradually swapped back to a more peanut butter / tacky consistency. Lines got easier to hold but things got sticky again and shifting got tricky and pushing up climbs wasn't getting any easier. Luckily the trails at Millstone are very well built and were draining really well throughout. Surprisingly very little damage done to the trails and the few spots that got a little more whupped will likely recover in a week or two with a little love. I got a bit of a second wind last lap but I was also running low on fluids and calories. So it was a balancing act of pushing harder but not too hard so as to crack before the finish. Lap 4 ended up actually being almost 2mins faster than my 3rd lap.
I came in at about 3h:52m, almost an hour longer than expected. Results sheet had me in 5th of 7 finishers at the time I checked it (ATTN Root 66: when are you going to ditch those hand written results sheets and get into current century????). Not sure if the rest DNF'd or just hadn't come in yet. I proceeded to use my drink ticket for some Heady Topper and even got a free Turtle Fur for some modeling work I did (pic coming soon hopefully). Turns out an old friend from PSU is a Turtle Fur rep now so we got an opportunity to catch up which was nice.
I'm a model!
All told it was a hell of a day. Memorable to say the least. The trails at Millstone are really great and this course is probably one of the more fun I have ever done. If they keep this event earlier in the year like this and keep offering a marathon class I will probably continue to come back. I mean free Heady Topper and a meatball sub with your reg fee? c'mon
Monday, May 18, 2015
Weeping Willow 2015 Kenda Cup East #2
Ah Willowdale. Always such a brutal welcome back to the race season for me. I got pretty thoroughly smashed but it felt really good to be back racing off road albeit in a slightly modified form from what I'm used to.
Feels like its been a long road back even though it really hasn't been in the grand scheme. But I think this was proof of concept that even though I will continue to deal with RA or whatever the hell I've got the dietary stuff I'm doing is working and I'll be able to come out on Sundays and brutalize myself. THANK GOD.
I had pretty realistic expectations going into this race. I figured I wouldn't know how to use gears properly at race pace (confirmed) and I figured I was going to get shelled out of the Expert Vet I field pretty fast (mostly confirmed). I have settled on the fact that my fitness profile really doesn't lend itself to the shorter XC stuff. Things seem to break down for me pretty quickly when efforts are near max for prolonged periods but I am perfectly happy at 80% for 7hrs.
But racing like a spaz at MAX can be so fun!
And man did I go full spaz first lap trying to hang a bit above my pay grade. I realized very quickly that I had become very accustomed to that SS governor that keeps overall speeds in check to a certain extent. I'm not used to dropping gears and getting up to 25+mph and barreling into singletrack with 30 other dudes.
I'm also much more used to all that early traffic blowing right past me relatively quickly. Lap 1 was probably the longest I have spent in the middle of the Expert field 'scrum' in my whole career. It was a bit nutty. I'll be the first to admit I don't really have that killer instinct when it comes to making passes and really racing for yourself at the expense of others. I'm far too friendly in those scenarios. It was interesting to see more of those interactions of guys getting pissed and making sketchy passes, mid-race heckling...good times.
I was trying to hold wheels as best I could but I was getting pretty thoroughly swamped. Riding the opposite of smooth, very unsettled on the bike. I even managed to drop my chain not once but 3 times on lap 1. I have never dropped the chain on that 1-by setup before yesterday but apparently diving into root fields at ludicrous speed all while trying to pedal the whole time will do it. Those chain drops did a great job of getting me dropped and passed by large groups of guys.
At the very least those spaz induced issues got me into a bit of open space so I could start to ride my own race. Looking at my data it appears like my second lap was only about 2 minutes slower than my first which is a pretty good sign for any endurance endeavors I might have for this year. In my head I was pretty well out of the mix so I wasn't really consciously trying to pull anyone back. Per usual I was actually more in the mix than I thought and if I had gone about things differently I think a top 15 could maybe have been in the cards but that would have required riding like a spaz again so screw that.
Tail end of the second lap I fell into a small group of Elite women. I got stuck with them for a bit because I didn't want to force any weird passes and risk crashing someone out. I did get yelled at to close some gaps which was awesome. Yes Ma'am right away! I was able to finish decently strong and I certainly felt like I had more in me and today I have almost no race hangover and feel 80-90% recovered. So I think the message is clear. XC is fun / training but if I actually want to be competitive stick to the 3hr plus races. And I'm ok with that.
Next up is The Grind up at Millstone. Been many years since I've raced/ridden up there, very much looking forward to it. Doing the Marathon class...not very long at 24 miles but the trails are much harder up that way so it should be a long / hard race. #yeeehaaa
Feels like its been a long road back even though it really hasn't been in the grand scheme. But I think this was proof of concept that even though I will continue to deal with RA or whatever the hell I've got the dietary stuff I'm doing is working and I'll be able to come out on Sundays and brutalize myself. THANK GOD.
DUST.
I had pretty realistic expectations going into this race. I figured I wouldn't know how to use gears properly at race pace (confirmed) and I figured I was going to get shelled out of the Expert Vet I field pretty fast (mostly confirmed). I have settled on the fact that my fitness profile really doesn't lend itself to the shorter XC stuff. Things seem to break down for me pretty quickly when efforts are near max for prolonged periods but I am perfectly happy at 80% for 7hrs.
But racing like a spaz at MAX can be so fun!
And man did I go full spaz first lap trying to hang a bit above my pay grade. I realized very quickly that I had become very accustomed to that SS governor that keeps overall speeds in check to a certain extent. I'm not used to dropping gears and getting up to 25+mph and barreling into singletrack with 30 other dudes.
I'm also much more used to all that early traffic blowing right past me relatively quickly. Lap 1 was probably the longest I have spent in the middle of the Expert field 'scrum' in my whole career. It was a bit nutty. I'll be the first to admit I don't really have that killer instinct when it comes to making passes and really racing for yourself at the expense of others. I'm far too friendly in those scenarios. It was interesting to see more of those interactions of guys getting pissed and making sketchy passes, mid-race heckling...good times.
I was trying to hold wheels as best I could but I was getting pretty thoroughly swamped. Riding the opposite of smooth, very unsettled on the bike. I even managed to drop my chain not once but 3 times on lap 1. I have never dropped the chain on that 1-by setup before yesterday but apparently diving into root fields at ludicrous speed all while trying to pedal the whole time will do it. Those chain drops did a great job of getting me dropped and passed by large groups of guys.
attempting to finish strong
At the very least those spaz induced issues got me into a bit of open space so I could start to ride my own race. Looking at my data it appears like my second lap was only about 2 minutes slower than my first which is a pretty good sign for any endurance endeavors I might have for this year. In my head I was pretty well out of the mix so I wasn't really consciously trying to pull anyone back. Per usual I was actually more in the mix than I thought and if I had gone about things differently I think a top 15 could maybe have been in the cards but that would have required riding like a spaz again so screw that.
Tail end of the second lap I fell into a small group of Elite women. I got stuck with them for a bit because I didn't want to force any weird passes and risk crashing someone out. I did get yelled at to close some gaps which was awesome. Yes Ma'am right away! I was able to finish decently strong and I certainly felt like I had more in me and today I have almost no race hangover and feel 80-90% recovered. So I think the message is clear. XC is fun / training but if I actually want to be competitive stick to the 3hr plus races. And I'm ok with that.
Next up is The Grind up at Millstone. Been many years since I've raced/ridden up there, very much looking forward to it. Doing the Marathon class...not very long at 24 miles but the trails are much harder up that way so it should be a long / hard race. #yeeehaaa
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