The aftermath of an MTB marathon is never pretty. Human detritus in salt encrusted jerseys
litter the grass just beyond the finish line, containing the vomiters, the
crampers, the bleeders. But overwhelmingly
they are also the grinners and sometimes the criers, with sweet, sweet relief
at finally making the finish line. I
generally fall into several of these categories, so I’m definitely getting the
full ‘epic’ experience.
Road tripping with the MarathonMTB crew that morning we all
knew what was coming. Sure we were
swapping war stories of previous adventures and full of pre-race taper energy
but there was a general understanding that the next 4 or so hours were going to
hurt. Each of us were establishing the
reasons we race and put ourselves through this unpleasantness: personal satisfaction tinged with masochism; glory;
cash to pay for the next race - but mainly to accumulate more war stories to
tell on the next road trip.
After beginning its life as a point-to-point race the 10th
Flight Centre Epic is now run in a more participant friendly loop format,
starting and finishing at Spicers Hiddenvale.
Even more friendly was the 50km checkpoint which was back at the
start/finish so bottles could be left to pick up mid-race but there was also
plenty of water, Shotz electrolyte and fruit at multiple spots which took away
the usual anxiety of being stranded dry on a scorching QLD spring day.
My marathon races follow a predictable pattern now where I
struggle for the first hour, when pace is too fast and attacks are going, and
then suffer for the last hour when my legs are empty and seem to have quit
negotiations with my brain. And so it
went yesterday with National XC champ Jenni King and 8 time Epic veteran Naomi
Hansen gapping me in the 15km. Being one
of the few elite riders with a camelback my plan was to consume as much fluid
as possible over the first 50km as drinking would be very difficult with 37km
of predominantly singletrack remaining.
On only the 3rd ride of my new Giant 29er
hardtail I was very conservative on the technical sections, not knowing the
limits of the bike. That faded quickly
though after several ‘eyes shut’ moments, sure I was headed for a crash only to
have the big wheels roll out of it. If I
am ever going to suffer the roughness on a hardtail the FC Epic is the race I
do it in, but with 20 psi in the tyres it was strangely forgiving and once we
hit the major climb of the race 30ks in it was also very fast. Feeling renewed on second-hour legs I rode
away from King and Hansen on the climb and worked to extend the advantage for
the next couple of hours.
Having raced a 24 hour solo out at Hiddenvale in 2010 it was
comforting to be on familiar trails over the last half of the race. The course looped over itself several times
which was a bit confusing in the exhausted delirium of several hours of racing,
leading to many moments of wondering if I’d missed a turn. In fact this is the first Epic where I HAVEN’T
gone off course and had to carefully hoist my lycra clad butt over a barbed
wire fence so kudos to the course marking!
However at 70ks there was an oddly placed sign which read ‘8kms’ which
caught many non GPS equipped riders out as they emptied the tanks thinking the
finish line was nigh.
Having drunk to the point of getting a stitch in the
beginning I now had a pounding head as my dehydrated brain rock back and forth
due to the difficulty of getting bottle to mouth on the trails. I had regressed to merely riding, not racing,
and was very grateful to be coming up through slower riders finishing the
shorter 50km race as it gave me an excuse not be maxing out the pace – I was
just being courteous, right? With a few
mere hundreds of metres to the finish line some riders lay spread-eagled beside
the trail and it was encouraging to see people hurting more than I was. EVERYONE hurts – some are just riding faster
while they do it!
There were no tears crossing the finish line, just a
desperate search for fluid and a few all-fours moments to relieve my aching
back and my nauseous stomach simultaneously.
Apologies to the people I left mid-conversation throughout the day but
my hasty exit probably saved your shoes.
As usual I didn’t get to speak to as many people as I would have liked
to and need to book at Spicers one year so I can sit back on the lawn and relax
with a glass of wine instead of beating a hasty retreat back to Brisbane and
real life.
Thanks to Donna Dall from PCS for my race winning form, Liv/giant
for the sweet new bike, the boys at For The Riders for another mechanical-free
race (owner Tim did the 87ks on a singlespeed – pure madness), Darryl at Shotz
nutrition for fueling not just me, but the entire event, Schwalbe tires – the Snakeskins
are now Epic-proven, Owen from Ride Mechanic and his amazing Bike Milk chain
lube and Moonshine chamois cream (no friction in either area, thankyou!), and
the Fleur & Hayden Brooks in conjuction with Spicers for the great
organisation and trails. Also thanks to
the 1600+ competitors who supported South-east Queensland’s iconic event.
