I’m laying down listening to the rain. Bike is prepped. Gear is prepped. My Mom and Brother are in route, and almost here. My Pops and Amber are here, and keeping the stress low, and the fun high. Some say this race is billed towards the blue collar working man. Well, I’m a RED collar working man, about to put it all on the line to see what is possible. What is possible when you have a demanding work schedule, and yet your passion still burns hot? Only one way to find out! People that know me, know that I’m a bit of a jokester, but tomorrow the jokes are gone. It’s just “pedal til the legs fall off.”
(Then pedal some more)
See you at the finish line!
Up early and making my list. Lots of details! Here we go!
Oh btw, the BikeBlood van has a Colorado Cousin!!! Fully equipped with a snow plow and a lift chair!!!!!! So rad!!!!
He knows the course, he knows the race, and of course he knows me! My family and friends roll in this week. It’s awesome having everyone here, it keeps things fun!
Rainy day today kept training short. Just working on a T-shirt graphic and resting. 3 days to go!
3 eggs with turkey and tortilla.
3 cups of great coffee.
Handful of vitamins.
1 recovery shake
1 large salad
1 can of tuna
Funny photo below…
“Big budget vs little budget”
As the thunderstorms roll in every afternoon, my legs are propped up and dressed in tightly fitted recovery socks. I have a rolling pin that I massage my legs with which helps in preparation for the next ride. I have my laptop out, I download my daily rides, compare split times and watts. Good stuff.
I watch videos of XC MTB races on YouTube. I think about the upcoming race. I think about food and hydration at each of the aid stations. Luckily for me it’s Shark Week, so when the data files, race results, and strategy gets too much,, I zone out and get inspired by nature’s blood thirsty predators!!
This year I feel like I’ve been able to adjust pretty well to the high altitude. Day 4, and I’m not out of breath when I reach the top of the stairs. Nice!
Beautiful weather today, sunny and blue sky. I drove the van up above 12k feet for a night of high altitude sleeping. I slept pretty well. It was very quiet. No airplanes, no police helicopters, no car alarms, barking dogs, or anything else. Just total silence.
Headed out to climb the iconic Columbine Mountain. It tops out at 12,600, and is steep and loose just before the summit.