I am not racing the Tour Divide this year.
I decided two weeks ago after a few self-test rides. The plan was to ride at least 350 mountain bike miles over four rides – Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. If I could not ride at least that much mileage, I resolved to pull the plug on this year’s race. If I managed that distance, I would at least have an informed opinion about how I’d react physically and mentally, and make a decision accordingly.
Day 1 – Cold and Windy
I set an alarm for 6am, but lacked the motivation to get out of bed that early. Not a good start to the day. I began pedaling after 9am. Conditions were less than ideal for a century. Had this not been my training week, I would have postponed it a day. The temperatures stayed cold and a consistent 30MPH+ wind made it feel worse.
As with most long rides, the first 30 miles went by easily. I caught myself thinking, “I’m not even tired…I can continue this all day no problem.” Then came 30 miles of grinding. Riding was no longer fun, the wind sucked, I was either too cold or sweating depending on the section. I just wanted to be done with the ride. I had to remind myself that I have 5+ hours moving time left. Slowly, the miles ticked away.
I ate my lunch as we often did on the Great Divide – plain food while sitting on the side of a road. It wasn’t too relaxing with the unrelenting cold wind. Soon I was off again. The first pedal strokes reminding me that my legs already have a lot of miles in them. More grinding.
When the odometer showed above 75 miles, my outlook changed. I was nearing “impressive distance” territory, so there was a mental boost. I started thinking, “this really isn’t that bad. Maybe I can get 125 in today!” That phase didn’t last too long, though. The temperature started dropping and my motivation with it. How many more loops until 100? How many turns until 100? By the time the odometer flipped, it was dark and my fingers and toes were numb from cold. I headed home, ate, and put my feet up for the night.
Windy again today, but comfortably warm. It was pretty much a lot more of the same. On the plus side, my legs didn’t feel sore at all from the century two days ago. I had high-carb lunch, macaroni and cheese, which I attribute to helping me a lot later in the day. So much that I opted to do some extra miles to bring the day’s total to 110. I forgot to apply sunscreen and got some serious cycling tan/burn lines – halfway up my calf from tall socks, halfway up my forearms from pulled down arm warmers, among standard sleeve/thigh lines.
Since I realized one rest day is all I need to (relatively) easily ride a century, I decided to make today’s ride more climby. Plus, doing loops and loops was boring and weekend trail traffic would get annoying. I did one loop south of Boulder to give the upper elevations time to warm, then turned toward the mountains.
I chose Magnolia Rd, a beast of an ascent, as my path to higher elevations. It is known as the steepest paved road in the county – the first mile being 14%; first two being 12%. It averages only 9% over 4.5 miles due to two minor flat/”down” sections. With my 34t chainring, I was in the 48t granny gear most of the climb, but the cadence I kept wasn’t uncomfortably low. Had I ridden Mag later in the day, it would be a different story. I don’t understand how roadies can get up this climb with their gearing.
I reached the Peak to Peak and headed south to Rollinsville, then west on dirt. After a gradual climb over 9 miles, I reached the Moffat Tunnel. Unfortunately, the railroad-grade 4WD road that leads over Rollins Pass was snow covered from the beginning, so it’ll be at least a few weeks before the lakes will be accessible for short overnighters.
I retraced my path backward to the P2P and stopped for food in Nederland. From there it would be a few short climbs before a long descent back to Boulder. I got back home just in time to avoid a strong storm cell.
300+ miles with 20,000+ vertical over three days. Not bad, but I knew the fourth day would be the real test. How will I recover without a full rest day?
Based on the original plan, I only had to ride 40 miles to get to 350. Stacking long days up front when I can fully recover seems like cheating, so I upped today’s goal to a century.
I started again on the trails south of Boulder to warm up. Doing magnolia again was in the back of my mind, but soon ruled out after some minor steep inclines. I knew grinding in the granny gear for an hour was unobtainable. So I did more and more loops on dirt single and double-track. It wasn’t fun. My legs felt dead from the previous day. I was hot, dehydrated, and losing motivation quickly.
After this ride I needed to make a decision about racing. I started thinking about it. Can I see myself finalizing TD arrangements one month from now? Can I imagine myself not getting ready for the TD? Will I regret it? Which will I regret more: starting and not finishing or waiting until another year?
The middle of a difficult ride is probably not the best time to make a decision, but I started leaning more and more toward not racing. Once I figured that out, I turned around and got home at mile 60. I knew that by turning around and not pushing on I was almost surely deciding not to race.
I sat a home and wrote down some random thoughts about racing vs not. Most were rhetorical questions that didn’t help much. In the end I decided not to race this year.
My motivation gave out after a single difficult day.
I couldn’t manage being this sore (and certainly more) for a whole month.
Averaging 100 miles/day means sometimes riding 75, sometimes 125. I’d have to increase my training mileage even more!
I impressed myself with being able to consistently ride MTB centuries with one day of rest in between, but I did them without gear, with a shower and comfortable bed every night, proper nutrition, and near perfect weather. True TD conditions would increase the mental and physical demands.
I enjoy competing against myself via setting PRs on Strava segments. Ride fast and it’ll be over soon. My 100 milers were long, but even then there is a finish line. I could count down from 100 to 50 to 25 to 12 and eventually reach 0 and stop. I am in (somewhat) in control of my pace and therefore can determine how long it will take.
The TD is a different game: I need to ride 16 hours per day. Regardless of how fast or how far, I need to ride all day every day. Did I hit 100 miles at 4pm? Good…now go for another 6 hours before setting up camp.
I realize it’s probably my cognitive makeup. If 100 miles takes 16 hours, the only difference is perspective. “Ride 100 miles per day for 27 days” is easier to stomach than “ride all day, every day for 27 days.” The TD seems to be an exercise of the latter. A metaphor: I am a web developer. I like programming applications, being able to mark them as complete, and move to the next. These are like century rides. The Tour Divide seems closer to writing code for 16 hours per day on a project that has no end in sight. How can I stay motivated if the goal is so far away?
Now I realize that for me a successful TD attempt starts with motivation. Can I break it down into daily, achievable milestones? I decided to train for the race out of opportunity. My job sucked, so I could quit and train for the race. I need to have Antelope Wells or Banff as a fundamental goal and commit earlier.
Maybe none of this makes sense and is just me trying to justify my decision. Who knows…