Fools Gold 100

Well it's been a couple weeks since FG 100 and after a little razing from Woolie i decided to find some time to type up a quick report.

Here I am in the parking lot before the start of FG100. Can you see the look of terror on my face?





We got to the vineyard Friday night at 8:55 just 5 mins before registration closed. Yes, I said vineyard. This year eddie and Namrita negotiated there way into a sweet venue, Montaluce vineyard http://www.montaluce.com/ Amy and I got settled into our campsite and settled down to rest while I sorted through my notes on how many bottles and how much food I would put in each sag feed bag. After some minor calculations I was in bed by 11.

We rose early and luckily my internal alarm went off b/c I forgot to turn on my weekend alarm on my iPhone. Coffee and oatmeal, a quick shower and we were off to the vineyard for the start.

When we arrived there were several folks already settled in and getting ready. I ran up the hill to check in and get my timing chip. I didn't run into any of the usuals until I was heading out for a warm up. Ran into Dickman and Dave muse. Muse was doing the 50 Miler and Dickman was just out to ride and hang out. As always it was great to see both of them.






I did my normal stretching while everyone else stood around.







Eddie gave the racers some last minute commands and directions about the race.






The Race had a neutral start for about 3 miles on pavement, so it was pretty sorted out by the time we got to the gravel road, Eddie peeled off and we were off. My goal was to stay with the top 10 and did so till about 3/4 of the way up coopers gap. When the road kicked up one last time, I lost contact and the mental games began.

I think that the main difference between ORAMM and FG100 is that ORAMM you go up then you go down, up and down, up/down, etc. But FG100 you go up then you traverse with rollers, down a bit, traverse a bit, up, traverse a bit, down, traverse a bit and repeat(lap two). Which all equates into a lot less time for recovery while descending.

Which is why the mind games began b/c I had put myself into the hurt cave and had to traverse for another 30 minutes while trying to find my way out of the cave. The last 10 minutes I caught on with a couple guys from Orlando as they passed me they said are you from Albany? You know Kent Lofton? Turns out they ride with Kent down in Florida. They were both riding full sus and we rotated through a few rotations to the top of winding stairs where I was on the front and proceeded to get a max speed of 40 mph. I came through a slight bend and got squirelly on some tennis ball size rocks and wrapped my chain up around my crank about that time one of the guys blew by me. When we got onto the single track that traverses from Jake to bull mtn we were chatting it up and turns out when he passed me he hit 43 mph. Not bad for a gravel road.

Shortly after that they proceeded to drop me and I returned to the cave, all by myself. I thought quitting which I haven't thought about during a race in several years. Eventually when I was about half way up bull mtn I decided that I was just going to keep riding and stick to my plan with eating and see if I could find a groove. I found my groove and settled in, kept eating, and started to feel stronger. Or at least I wasn't curled up in the corner of the pain cave. Finished 1st lap under 4 hours.

Second time around I can say that I made it up coopers gap, it wasn't pretty and I got passed by one guy whom I was able to pass later on the last section of single track after it rained and was muddy and slippery.

Road efficiently along the ridge traverse from coopers gap to winding stairs descent and started to dream about catching a few people and some possible finishing times. At this point I knew that sub 8 was not possible but sub 8:30 was well within reason. This thought brought my spirits up as did the awesome sag volunteers. As you rode into a sag they would call out your number and some one would come running up to you with your sag bag. They would fill bottles and do anything you asked. TOP NOTCH VOLUNTEERS, thanks eddie and Namrita.

I ended up catching one of the florida guys as he ended up having a bad day and had cracked and lost his garmin. He was piecing things back together as he climbed bull mtn and I believe his buddy went on to finish second but not really sure. I thought a couple of times about getting off and walking the top sections of the bull ascent but my internal bullies wouldn't let me.

It sprinkled a bit on the Bull descent and turns out that it was a full on rain storm on the lower single track and down at the winery. This played to my advantage because I could put caution to the wind and roll the last section of single track that was all slick and muddy. I was able to pass 2 more guys which was good but also caused some stress b/c now I had to make sure that I didn't get passed on the paved road back to the winery. As it turns out the return to the winery was mostly uphill, go figure, and with the recent rain and the sun coming out made it like sitting in a sauna. I did my best to put my head down and pedal circles. It worked out and I made it to the finish with out getting passed.

8:13ish good enough for 11th or 12th depending on how you look at it (I am actually 10th on the final results). As it turns out jeff shaulk was in the lead coming through the end of the first lap and didn't head back out for the second because the course wasn't marked. No disrespect jeff, cause I know you could school me any day, but shouldn't you have done your homework? Or at least listened at the start line when eddie explained the course? So jeff and christian tanguy were awarded a tie so really I was 12th but b/c of the tie the official results says 11th for my class. I will be back next year.

Thanks eddie and Namrita and everyone else that made his event so awesome. I will bring some south Georgia folks with me next year.







Here I am after riding on the blacktop sauna toward the finish.







My faithful steed thanks to Breakaway bikes for all the support.







Cooked and still deep in the cave.







The vineyard venue was exceptional with a pool and hot tub.

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Location:Dahlonega, GA

The Trials of Tribble Mill

The Trials of Tribble Mill

A short story by a well known artist of words and many other things.

Friday aug 26
Bill Riddle, Mitch Mercer

We arrive at our plush accommodations and check in.  We then proceed to the tribble to set up our tent at the event and after three errant turns find the spot and secure our spot. We ran into bubba, junior , and junior jr. That's right "we breaking the kid in on racing!"  "We gonna set up our tent over there cause the sun comes up over here and then later it will be over there." said junior.

9:00pm

We got back to the "Hamp" and decide to find something to eat. After wandering for a couple of miles through a parking lot we noticed an abundance of patrons in front of an "authentic" pizza establishment. I ordered chicken wings and a personal pizza. Bill went bold ( an omen ) with a pizza roll sandwich and 15 breadsticks.  After consuming everything ordered we went to K-Rog and bought "the banquet of beers". While at the checkout counter we became friends with the couple ahead of us. A lovely mixed couple that asked where are you two from?  Bill retorted "south Georgia". The young black man said he had relatives in Dougherty county, and asked if we knew  Dougherty?  .....yes we did.

We the proceed back to the hotel to carbo-load for the sat morning event. After watching every possible angle of Irene that we could handle, we snoozed.

Race day

Down at the breakfast buffet, bill encountered another mixed couple of the mountain bike variety. One expert, one over 50. I took note of the re food choices, bill did not.  I repeat, bill did not!  Bill (going robust, an omen) helped himself to an over abundance of fruit (citrus mostly). Off to the track!

Bill, oddly enough had an issue with his tire holding air, he got someone from neutral support to put stan's on the back wheel plus 60 psi.  15 min from race start.

We gather in a field of heat and await the start....we are off, we funnel through the woods by the timing arch and down a hay grove then a service road that leads to a single track that gently traverses the hill upward for 1 mile.  At mile 3, I start realizing this mug is as rooty.  With that notation, bill thought he had forgotten how to ride a bike until he remembered the 60psi and the roots had made his first lap an adventure. I positioned myself mid pack and rolled with 20 or so for the first 8 miles then it got stupid.  For bill, his trials began on lap 3. A few brave souls asked bill if he wanted to hop on their train...."hell yeah!". Then bill felt a grumble. For me the second lap was sweaty...I was sliding all over the seat, handlebars and getting blisters on my fingers. My lap 3 began with, what I like to call the gang of 4 who are no friends of mine, me pulling some chaps for the first 5 miles and answering the question of "you 6hr  solo?".  Yes. So were the gang of 4. We jockeyed for position for the last four miles and had quick pit stops and eyeballed each other for the first 6 miles of lap 4 until I spotted a bare chested individual perched on a log.  As I got closer I realized it was bill riddle.  " bill what is the deal?" I asked.  Bill showed me a beautiful display of fruit that had  previously been in his stomach. The robust breakfast.  Nice.  Bill then took a swim in the lake, kitted (sans jersey) and then finished, and I mean finished the 4th lap.  I had made a quick pit and headed out for lap 5 as I noticed the gang of 4 were dilly-dalling in their respective pits, so I decided to sneak past them. On my lap 5,  I was riding smoothly in four-fifth place and came over a rise at mile marker 6 and abruptly crashed. I  got back up and continued down the next hill and discover mother earth again. Wtf?  I  checked out my bike to find the front tire flat as a flitter. I swiftly whipped out my air canister and refilled the rubber. No less than 20 yards the tire had gone flat again.  

3:00, 3.2 miles to glory. I shouldered my steed and started to walk.  

3:15pm the friendly gang of four sneaked past me without a hint care.  I received a tire, pump and tire tool from a passer by and began to repair. Got everything on and the pump would not work......shouldering began in earnest. I found the road and started the journey  when a kind young man in a pick up asked if he could lend a hand, to which I replied "hell yeah!".

Got back at 4....and found bill face down in the grass.  I told him of my plight and he began to tell me his, when the gargle of water and gatorade spewed from his orifice. This was a site to behold. Bill assumed the position as I loaded up the car and finally convinced bill to move under a pine tree and receive the breeze.   I got bill ginger ale and pepto.  He started to come back to life in Macon.   All in all, a hot, hot day with plenty of roots and non flow tracks that would have made Heritage proud.

Results:
bill, 4 and dry heaves
Mitch, 4 and a blown tire in lap5.



Saturday, October 22nd
10:00 am - 2:00 pm (4hr race)
Solo Only categories
7 mile course
Lots' of camping available
Great family attractions
Winner of each category gets a CUSTOM PRIZE
More details to come
Registration through http://www.bikereg.com/ starting Tuesday, August 23rd.
A Race, For Racers, run by Racers.

Trail Work Day

We will have a Workday at Chehaw this Saturday August 20th. Work will begin at 9 when the park opens. Post work ride for those that can stand the heat! I'm sure beer will be involved. We will have a second work day Sunday October 16th. This October workday will be the final clean up before the race. We need all available hands!

I got my A$$ kicked by Mitchell Sellars...WT#???

As with most trouncings, the weekend started out innocent enough.

Rhonda and I, along with Josh and Amy Fix, all converged at Heard State Park Campground in West Point GA late Saturday afternoon. The plan was to camp that night and then up at dawn the next morning to participate in the annual West Point Lake Triathlon. Amy and I had signed up several months back to do the Olympic distance (1.5k, 40k, 10k). Even though Rhonda had only recently gotten back on the bike once and swam three times, after five years of doing other things, she had decided at the last minute, thanks to an evil suggestion/dare from John Leonard, to do the Sprint (600 yd, 15 mile, 5k). Josh briefly toyed with the idea of entering his first tri, but decided that only one time in the pool was almost, but not quite enough training to thoroughly dominate the field and deferred to another day.

If you haven't been camping here before - Heard State park is just beautiful! Our site was right on the lake, surrounded by trees, and just about perfect. If you are lucky enough to own a boat - you can camp and pull your boat right up to your spot and ski/fish/canoe all day and all night. Since we were boat-less, however, Josh and I entertained ourselves by skipping rocks, playing with the dog, and shouting advice to the crew setting out the buoys for tomorrow's swim. They were clearly putting them WAY too far out, but in spite of our yells and arm waving, they flat out ignored us. A fantastic salad and pasta dinner provided by the Fix's satisfied even the vegetarian among us and we all turned in early with nothing but the sounds of nature (i.e. very loud and sexually frustrated frogs, a TV from the next campsite, and the Fix's electric fan) to lull us to a fitful sleep.

Race day started at 5am! Cabana boy (Josh) fixed the coffee and the rest of us pretended we had a routine to follow as we tried to choke down some calories and get hydrated. The morning was just about perfect - temps in the 70's, light breeze blowing - this was going to be a good morning. Although this was a "race", there was no real reason to push myself. Unlike St. Anthony's, my son wasn't running in this one. And Josh had wimped out - not that I thought I could beat him overall, but maybe I could at least school him in the swim and make him a little nervous. And there were tons of Atlanta tri geeks here - so no chance of the podium for me! This time - I was going to relax a little, try to get a good bike, enjoy myself on the run, thank the volunteers, encourage my wife - yep, this was going to be a good day. Even getting locked into the campground (they don't open the gate till 7) didn't faze us - we just parked the cars, grabbed the gear and started walking.

I was almost whistling a happy tune in transition as I set up my stuff. With everything set up, I grabbed the camera to take a few pictures of Rhonda and make sure she was good to go and then suddenly - there he was - friggin' Mitchell Sellars - DANG it!! We had both done St Anthony's and yeah - he beat me in the swim and the bike and beat me overall by three minutes in that race, but it was actually pretty close - and I had totally schooled him in the run - so maybe I had a chance this time. He had ridden up with Todd Archer and just decided at the last minute to do this race. Mitchell claimed his training had been pretty crappy since St. Anthony's; and even though mine had too - I thought maybe, just maybe....So much for having fun - it was ON!

The time trial start began at 7:30 with two people starting every 5 seconds. I lost Mitchell and Amy in the crowd before the water and Rhonda was at her race start, so with some smart ass words of encouragement from Josh - I dove in and started swimming. The lake was clear and cool and by and large, the swimmers pretty spread out. I got dunked by one asshole and tried to nail him with an elbow, but otherwise the swim was pretty un-eventful. 34 minutes later (I knew the swim course was long!!) - I was making my way to the bike. Amy was just heading out on the bike, but Mitchell was nowhere to be found and there were still a lot of bikes on the rack - maybe things weren't going to be that bad!

The bike course was a ton of fun. Mostly gently rolling hills and lots of shifting gears, I was consistently holding 20+ even on some of the uphills and passing a bunch of folks and only getting passed by a few. Focused on eating and drinking and keeping the pressure up, the ride just flew by! Saw Amy at a couple of different places, never saw Mitchell, and came into transition with a ton of bikes still out on the course - this was going well! Finished the ride in 1:13 at a 20+ pace on a hilly course - not too shabby and doing better than St Anthony's!!

Quick transition and out on the run. The sun was starting to heat things up and they had us running the 10k out and back across the dam. The damn dam. With no shade. Oh well, this is almost over - kicked out a 7:15 first and second mile - things going ok - and then I hit the damn dam. That's when I saw him. Mitchell. Going the other way. At mile 4. Like 15 minutes ahead of me. What....the....!!! Oh sure - I shouted out some encouraging BS, and yeah - he looked like he was in pain - but didn't I start ahead of him?! Dang it! He's kicking my ASS!

And that's when the heat hit, and the stitch started, and the sudden realization that I no longer gave a shit. And oh yeah - I was supposed to just have fun today, but now I'm too dang tired to enjoy it and I'm on a damn dam and where's the dang shade anyway and there is no way that turnaround point was that far away. Finally hit the turnaround, now running about a 7:45 pace, and head for home, head hung low, hoping Rhonda's race was going well! I hit the 4 mile aid station, took my time and totally got busted goofing off by Josh - sitting on the course waiting for his honey to come back by. Screw him - I'm still going to take my time and drink another water!!

I did manage to pass one other guy in my age group the last two miles, and did manage to pick it up for the last mile, and did manage to look pretty composed as I came through the finish line with a fellow IM KY finisher. Finished the 10k in 46:37 at a 7:31 pace and overall in 2:36:41. Respectful, not too bad, about 12 minutes slower than St. Anthony's but the swim was longer in this race - so eh...good enough I guess. Except that this time Mitchell Sellars totally kicked my ass by running a 2:22:59, and finishing a dominating 1st in the Clydesdales division!

I ended up finishing 9th out of 28 in my age group. Amy did great - she swam a 36:28, biked a 1:23, ran a 53:26 and finished up with a 2:55.14 overall for 6th out of 10 in her age group. A new Leesburg resident, John Kilpatrick, had the best time from Albany and scored some hardware - he swam a 28:29, biked a 1:07, ran a 42:36 and finished up with a 2:20:24 overall for 3rd out of 30 in his age group. Mitchell finished the highest Albanian in his division (although Kilpatrick beat him overall - HA!) with a 28:35 swim, 1:04 bike, 48:42 run, overall 2:23, and first place Clydesdale.

In the sprint, other than getting off course on the swim and posting one of the longest T1 transition times ever, Rhonda did awesome!! She swam a 16:24, biked a 59:17 and ran a 32:21 for an overall 1:54:51. Todd Archer also kicked it, swimming a 12:29, biking a 47:52, running a 24:01, and earning an overall 1:26:47.

All in all, a great race that I might be tempted to come back too. Very proud of my hunny as she starts to build her base for a half IM and Amy continues to kick it on her way to another full IM! Clearly, if I'm going to beat Mitchell in the next race, I've got to get serious about my swim (three days a week with the masters class), and more serious with the bike (Tuesday/Thursday rides with the race group), and probably drink less beer, watch what I eat, and maybe actually run more than once a week.

Or maybe - I'll just let Mitchell kick my ass next time too!

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