Bringing it all together............

Making it Happen

Time is getting short.  Tomorrow is check-in and packet pickup.  Friday is final prep and load. I'm still not set on a few bike details - including wheels.  The DT wheelset has the new R3's, 700 X 25 at full pressure.  They're trued back up pretty well, it is only a matter of confidence and reliability.  

As I usually do every year, I took tonight (the Wednesday before the race) to do a fast tempo ride.  This gives me a pretty good idea of my overall condition and the performance of the bike.  Major changes this late in the program can spell disaster.  The time to Huntsville was not too bad, considering the headwind a good part of the way.  The problem I knew would be the winds switching after the sun dropped behind the mountains - which it did.  So.......headwind both ways.  I think I worked it a little too hard, with a peak heart rate at 171 BPM and an average of 155 BPM.  Compared to the same ride two years ago at the same point, that is a lot more work, for about the same time.  That's what the wind will do to you.  Riding on an empty tank wasn't the best idea either, as I felt a little sick shortly after getting home.  Really no appetite, I just put down some chocolate milk and a hard-boiled egg.  It's too late to eat a full meal.  The DT wheels seemed to work okay.  I'll completely go through the bike tomorrow night, but I think it's where I want it to be.

Confidence overall is pretty shaky.  Total road miles are pretty low.  Considering I really couldn't stand up to pedal through the end of June, I'm pretty lucky to be able to ride at all.  The ankle isn't 100%, but it is still intact.  Working on spinning intervals with left-right leg isolations tells me pretty much the whole story.  I honestly don't know that I've ever been this nervous before an event - any event.  Truth is, I'm as strong as I've been on other years.  My weight is pretty good and other than a few minor issues, I should be capable of....................being just fine. The break back in March is still my head.  Man, I need a kick in the butt!

Donations

My Bro's and Sis' at the Alta Ski Area rolled in - with a thunder.  You guys are awesome! The beautiful area is one thing, but the people - the heart and soul of that mountain, they are what makes Alta the gem that I love.  Thanks, you guys!

And then there's Pete.  We'll generally talk business for about .........maybe 35 seconds.  Then we spend the next 45 minutes discussing the more important things - like Laser Floyd, or what we may have seen at the old Terrace Ball Room type of thing.  Thing is, Pete gets it.  He knows what is important, what is a necessity, what are formalities and what is frivolous B.S.  A darn good guy and a long time supporter of this battle.  (who's this Dave cat anyway?)

But wait, behind door number 3 is the venerable Jim D.  Talk about a team.  Jim and I get to working and I swear we can lay 12 miles of track a day - or something like that.  Here's a guy with his head screwed on straight, a hard worker and a great friend.  At some point, the NSA will crack the code and we'll both catch heck.  Until then...........our secrets are safe on Hilary's server.  Keep dave out of it - he's an idiot.

Tune in Friday, the day before the race!

We're gonna do something a little bold this year.  We'll need as many eyes on this page as we can get Friday afternoon.  I can promise you, it will be worth the visit.  Now that I've said that..........  You'll be glad you did.

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Bring it on home...........

Last big ride before race day..........

Monday was too unsettled two attempt Woodruff.  After last week, I wasn't in the mood to take any risks.  This morning was clear as a bell - and darn cold.  I postponed until a little after 07:00, hoping for a little warming, but it was still 40°.  Down in the river bottom, I'm sure it was mid 30's.  I added arm-warmers and took-off.  Hands were too cold to grip a water bottle for the first hour.  My toes were frozen all the way to MP 36.  I mean, I can gear up for those conditions, but riding unsupported for most of the day necessitates taking the very bare minimum.  After a couple hours, the arm-warmers had been rolled down for the rest of the day, as it started to get warmer going over the top.

Key times going over were ahead of schedule - nearly 15 minutes by the time I got to the campground.  As luck would have it, I had a headwind all the way into Woodruff, so I lost about half of my gain.  As is always the case, the wind changes directions between 10:00 and 11:00 like clockwork and I had a terrible headwind all the way back to Huntsville.  The climb back to the top was pretty long.  Fortunately, the air temperature was tolerable, but I was still going through fluids fast.  Over the top, I still had most of two bottles (one empty in my middle back pocket.  The winds required a ton of effort to get down, which left me with part of one bottle at the Causey Turn-off.   I decided to make a run at Causey and climb the spoke bender at the top - after I had about 108 miles - all climbing.  Knowing the wind was blowing harder as I got down Southfork, I was trying to make the last bottle last to Huntsville.  By Huntsville, it was blowing too hard to head for home, so I grabbed some water and did an 8-mile recovery ride while I waited for the pickup.  Call it 121 miles, and maybe 6,000 calories.  For the most part, it was satisfactory.  There is only so much you can do with the elements going against you.

I tried a different bottle mix this go-around, and it seemed to work rather well.  Zipfiz in the front cage, high protein with water only (no dairy) in the back cage, 50/50 Cytomax/Tang in the middle back pocket.  The protein made a huge difference, whereas I've normally had something like Propel in the back pocket.  This is important as the protein actually went down very easy and should be a big benefit on a couple of the long stretches come race day.  I just need to get a better electrolyte mix upfront.

Donations and support

The "porpoise" has really gained some traction.  Seriously, when I see the list grow as it is doing, it motivates me to push on.  This is the true meaning of our effort.  It's not about some guy on a bike, it's about all of you making a difference - a HUGE difference.  It brings a sense of humility to me personally - knowing this is so much larger than any one individual.  Ya'll are simply awesome!

Thanks to Becky for responding as you have.  When I saw your name appear, it struck me as the enormity of our effort.  I always had confidence the stuff would find the right folks - where ever they might be.  And in this case, I'm not yet sure from which part of the country you hail, but you are certainly a hero.  Thank you so much.

Stacy and Cory, I know are from a pretty solid group as well.  As often as I don't see you, I will make it a point to make sure I never forget your support.  You just can't tell anybody my real age - after all, I'm not really the "porpoise" (see the adjacent page).  Anyway..........  a sincere thank you to you both.

And then there's my brother Greg (kind of).  A stud all the way around, of which is unrivaled.  I think I owe you a kidney or something.  I'd better check, I may have promised that to Dan ............. either way, I owe you big time!  You guys up there are great!  I'm proud to have you all as friends.

Bitter Sweet

Something about making the final ride to Woodruff is hard.  Those folks over there are absolutely fantastic.  I love riding into Woodruff and hanging with them for a while.  The ride itself is beautiful -, especially in the autumn.  I would recommend to everyone - at least drive it this fall before the leaves are gone.  Swing into the Woodruff store, have a Snickers bar and a drink (if not lunch).  They have supported the "porpoise" for several years and have made those long rides possible.  Thanks to Robin and the gang.  The ride home is kind of melancholy as I know I won't be back for another 10 months (unless I drive through before the road closes).

So..........  a few picts from today.

From about MP52.  Follow that road another 4 miles over that pass way out there and you'll find the campground. 

MP 50, looking back toward Evanston - pretty steep right there.

At Causey, just over the spoke bender, looking up toward Keisel and Browning.

So here we are.  A lot to do before next week, but I'll update.  If nothing else, tune in just before race day.  I can't promise you anything, but I've got an idea.

Did I say bring it on home? Oh yeah............ click here and hang on.

Home stretch.  Ride HARD baby!

Less than 2 Weeks 'till race day

More traction and the Cache Valley Century...............

Donations

Friday was quite a day (please read the post for 24 August).  Literally all day blog traffic and donations.  Honestly, it couldn't have come at a better time.  With things getting close, I always start to get a little edgy -almost unbearable.  I'm honored to be associated with so many people that have become part of the Porpoise. 

Paige, Larry, and Heather; Thank you so much for hopping onboard.  It is your type of support that I know will win the day and you are making a difference.

Eric;  You are a stud - and I really mean it.  Add to this the absolute inspiration of your crew, Yana, Elke, Anda and of course Christa.  You are the sunlight of our valley.

My sister and her husband; Always in the right place at the right time, and longtime supporters of HHH.

Like it or not, you are all part of the Porpoise, and you are making a difference. Thank you so much.

Cach Valley Century - The assessment

This ride is one I look forward to every year.  It is a charity ride, put on by Common Grounds Outdoors.  They use it to help those with disabilities enjoy the out of doors, that they wouldn't otherwise.  The ride started at 08:00 with a handful of riders that are an absolute inspiration.  They struggle to move their bike and.or whatever they had, to roll off the line and led the event.  It really puts things into a perspective that drives home the point: We fight for those that otherwise cannot for themselves.

There is always a mix of riders, but there are a lot of good riders there getting a last-minute tune-up for Lotoja.  For me, it is about the only time I get to ride off other people's wheels - a key to Lotoja.  You simply can't ride 200 miles without catching groups.  Add to that the pace of some of these guys. it can get pretty fast - something I really need to work on.  The Ride starts in Richmond, Utah and heads up into Idaho before it swings back to Utah.  The key for me was to hit a specific bike time, knowing I may have to wait for groups.  Right off the bat, I was delayed for the start by about 10 minutes waiting for a guy that asked me to hold his bike.  This meant I had to "swim" through several groups of less experienced riders to find a good group riding to Preston, Idaho.  At Preston, I had to circle for a few minutes to catch a big group leaving town.  I'd say maybe 20+ fast and hard riders led us to the valley west of Dayton, Idaho.  On what is supposed to be the fasted descent of the ride, I-DOT had a bridge under construction with two remote traffic signals.  I swear, it was right out of "Blazing Saddles"  (something about going back for dimes).  The following climb up to Dayton was my first critical mistake.  I faded on the second crest and let the main group get ahead.  Thinking I could catch them, I burned it hard but only put myself under duress.  I figured I'd catch them at Cornish -which I did.  For whatever reason, most of that group stopped at Cornish, while I was able to hook on to an okay group heading to Trenton.  By the Newton-Trenton hill, I dropped all of these guys as they simply couldn't handle the extended climb.  They all passed me when I made an unscheduled stop in Newton to pay some respects in passing.  Still, the long grade up to Newton dam made them pretty easy picking and I got past most of those guys.  Heading toward Clarkston, I had to gas it to catch come way fast guys, that really put the hurt on me.  Again, at Clarkston, everybody was waiting around.  I saw two guys heading out and figured I could snag them until the next best thing rolled long.  That went way longer than I had expected, and it turned out to be a couple fast riders heading toward Valley View.  It was that stretch that I took a pull and dragged four of us to the intersection with a peak HR of 169 - too hard. The "hot-rods" got through the intersection before myself and one other guy, so we worked together into Mendon.  At Mendon, I got off the bike and got some water.  I saw a small group and a tandem heading out, so I tried to hurry and catch them - no luck.  That cost me dearly, as I burned myself out sprinting when I should have waited for the next group to go.  That would have been a long time as all the way toward Almaga, I didn't have a single group go by, only a couple a super fast solo's that I could only hang onto for a few minutes each.  Basically, the last 25 miles was passing slower groups, with only maybe two super fast groups passing me.  By that time I was cooked, but not far off my time.  Aside from another bee in my jersey with less than 8 miles to go (how many stings is that this year), it was largely uneventful.

Comparing last years Garmin data to this years, I was not happy at all.  Things were too similar, and last year I had two flats on that ride.  Speeds, HR..........it looked too close the same.

The night before was a mess.  Simply cleaning the bike turned out to be a full wheel swap, with some minor repairs.  The new DT's weren't running true, so I used the noisy RXL's - again.  I also noticed a few things that need to be worked on before race day.  That bike has a lot of miles on it - something more than 26,000.

The task going forward

I need to focus on a race pace.  Okay, I know I can't win a race on the climbs, but I need to be faster in the other areas.  This weekend made it clear, I've got to pick up the pace in the areas outside of the climbs.  The guys that will win this thing will ride 100% at race pace.  There are places I simply will have to dig hard and not lose anymore than is neccessary.  If I get cooked in the wrong places, I'll struggle - again.  I'm shooting for one more long ride, with an idea for speed intervals.  I only have about 7 real training days left, then it's rest up until the race.

Group Info

I received my bib/frame number with start time - 06:27.  The group I'm in is about 51 guys.  It's an open Masters groups, so former Pro. Cat1,2,3,4 and 5.  The guy that won this group last year is back.  He did it in 9:15 last year.  That math is pretty simple.  It's almost 22 MPH average over the entire course.  That is remarkably fast.  Still, the earlier start time should work to my advantage, but I'll lose sight of the leader at the turn to Strawberry.  That's the reality of the situation.  I'll make it work.

04:00 is gonna be early.

For now, there is a ton to do.

"I'm gonna crawl" -no way.............

Be fast, Ride HARD!

Things..............

Why they happen that way...............

Was online reading the e-paper again, only to see that a kid I've known for nearly 50 years died of prostate cancer?  This guy was driven.  I mean; trumpet first chair from 7th grade on, business entrepreneur when the rest of us were trying to scrape up pop-bottle money - you know the guy.  Another one of those you just don't expect to see on that page.  At the bottom of his obit it said: "Consider a donation to the Huntsman Cancer Institute".  Huh................

I immediately sent a text to my buddy out in Cali, as I know he probably knew him better than I.  Not five seconds after I sent that message I heard an email notification.  The absolute nicest and inspired women in our local congregation made a donation.  It's 5:00 in the morning. Talk about the things that stop you in your tracks.  Thanks, Yana.  You are simply amazing.

And you wonder why I ride.

Diadhacd John!

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Ben Lomond peak - October 2017

You know the drill..............................

You never know what to expect

Wow! What a change from a few weeks ago......

The smoke actually cleared out overnight, making today the obvious choice to have a big ride - Woodruff of course.  Checking the forecast the night before made it appear to be a "typical" Woodruff ride; headwinds both directions, some heat with "a thunderstorm around".  Getting out about 30 minutes behind schedule, I was riding with a sense of urgency for the first couple hours.  The wind in South Fork posed a minor issue, but times to key point were pretty good. A minor adjust on the bike, jumping to the small ring up front a little sooner, and running a set of R3's rather than the Vitorias from last week.  It all seemed to pay-off as thing were pretty good, if not a bit routine.

About 10 miles out of Woodruff, I saw a rabbit (another rider) up ahead.  Amazingly, I didn't see him earlier.  Perhaps he'd flatted and just got back on his bike.  It only took a few minutes and I "reeled him in", then blew right past him.  Looked like a long distance tourist type. After negotiating some road space from a bunch of cows, I was able to make it into town fairly fast.  The last half of the descent was a little tricky with strong wind gusts out of the north - not forecasted.  Just before hitting town, lighting starts hitting all over the place.  I decided to hang around for a little while - until things improved.  About 15 minutes after I pulled in, the other guy I passed strolled in.  Come to find out, he was from Cincinnati and had dropped off a van for some heavy modifications.  He left SLC Monday and was just out seeing the area for the week while they worked on his outfit.  He also rode for a charity - a children's hospital in his area.  Not long after, things looked clear, so I thought it best to get over the mountain before it changed again.

Up to the top in pretty fast order (wind and all), it was still pretty cool and I was feeling rather confident.  I was certain today was going to be a complete ride with some extra climbing at the end.  As I headed across the top of Monte, it became obvious things were deteriorating quickly.  Still, I was determined to push on and not stop.  I know what happens after that.  Only a few miles down, I started to feel a few raindrops.  At 40 MPH, they kind of hurt, but still, I wasn't even thinking of stopping.  Just passed the snowmobile parking lot, I could hear a distant rumble of thunder.  From the looks when up top, I was hoping it was further to the south, as I could see it pouring that far back.  Pretty soon, it was a deluge and lighting was getting closer.  By MP 31, lightning was directly overhead - too close for me.  I pulled off and walked up a dirt road about 250' to a cabin with an overhang.  There I waited for nearly 45 minutes until the lightning was gone.  Back on the road, I immediately got extremely cold - which is highly unusual for me.  Shaking so bad, it was hard to hold the bars.  Just before Red Cliff, it started again.  So, again I pulled off and waited.  Just as I was getting ready to leave, the guy from Cinci pulled in ( he got a ride from a Forest Service truck for a while).  He decided to head for Ogden for the night.  I told him to stay on my wheel and I'd get us to Huntsville, where I'd call for a pickup.  From there we took him down the canyon to the Junction, where he could easily get what he needed.  Not exactly how I'd planned it for the day.

Still, I logged 118 miles and feel pretty good.  Everything got soaked, but still ran great.  Now I need to get ready for the ride on Saturday morning and make the next assessment.

Maybe a bit predictable - SRV, Couldn't Stand the Weather

Ride HARD!

Improv

When in doubt, head back to the dirt..............

Way too smokey to ride this morning.  A little front blew through this afternoon clearing most of the garbage out of the air - for now.  It's too close to race day to take chances on jack'in the lungs with crap in the air. Knowing what I was likely going to have today, I did two sessions of hard sprint intervals on the Airdyne yesterday and last night.  Only able to get my heart rate into the low 160's, I wasn't satisfied.  Getting home a little later tonight, I decided to get on the mountain bike and do a quick cardio burn - or try anyway.

I've not been on the dirt bike for quite a while, so I thought it may be a bit tight.  Two months ago I was just a shade over one hour, with a peak heart rate of 174.  A month ago, I was just a shade under one hour with a peak heart rate of 165.  Tonight I was just a stitch over 54 minutes, but only had a peak heart rate of 150 (that sucks!).  I stayed in the fast gears for the first two groups of switch-backs but found the easy gears up top.  Near the last hairpin turn, I picked the wrong line and spun out on some shale.  Other than that, it was a constant drive to the top, just not working as hard as I had thought.

Looking at the Garmin data, it appears my heart recovery is pretty good.  I think I need to mash this thing and break 48 minutes before the race.  Until then, I need to double up on cardio on off days, with enough time for long day prep and recovery.  I think I could shave seven minutes off, with more than five minutes off the front end.

With the Cache Century on Saturday, I need to keep my legs fresh for some fast riding.  I'd like to do that in five hours, which is a clip by any standard.  If I can't get Woodruff on Wednesday, I may have to settle for something a little less dramatic on Thursday.  It has more to do with the weather than anything at this point.

So........quick rides like tonight generally come with a little fast tempo.

Try this on the old spin bike - Bodhisattva!

Ride HARD!

The Drill.............

More Changes & Long Rides

The routine is pretty straightforward at this point.  Long rides Monday and Thursday from here on out.  Up at 04:00. Work on the bike at 05:00.  Standard breakfast (2 eggs, an apple and chocolate milk) by 05:45.  Put the gear together and shove off at best light.  By this time it's still a little dark, so a tail flasher is always a must.  The first key point is the State Road Shed at SR 39, MP 22.  Anything later than 50 minutes is too slow.  Next key point is "The Spring", near MP 35.  This needs to be under 2 hours.  The real mark is Ant Flat Road, MP 36 - that should be just a shade +/- 2 hours, then choke down a banana.  Within the next few minutes, I'm in the small ring (front gear), as it gets pretty steep heading to the snowmobile parking lot.  From there it's up past Marriott's and MP 40, with only 3 more miles to Little Monte.  At MP 43 (Little Monte), I can spring back into the big ring, but still have a climb to MP 44.  Depending on the day, I may stay in the big ring, but generally, if I'm under 3 hours.  On top, there are the rollers (the shoulders of Monte).  Just past MP 44, from Weber County to Cache County.  Around MP 45-ish, from Cache County to Rich County.  By this point it's all big ring, hitting 30 MPH occasionally.  Just before MP 48, Monte Cristo Camp Ground and Guard Station.  At MP 49, the commitment to continue has been made.  Off the pass and heading for the dugway, let the brakes go and get low.  Into the canyon, start looking for MP 55 - just past it is the east side snow gate.  By the time MP 60 rolls around, there is some serious pedaling.  A cattle gate at MP 60, with another at MP 62 kind of makes a mess of things. By MP 63, its all about going in with a little authority.  Just before MP 68, SR 39 ends, and so does that part of the suffering.  After a quick refuel and maybe an unholy Snickers bar, do it all in reverse.

Today I was running a new wheelset;  DT Swiss, 1450.......... not that it means anything to anyone else but me.  The system was a little tight pretty much all the way over.  The freehub was unusually quiet.  After the 45 minute descent off the west side, it was screaming like a Stuka dive bomber - the way it's supposed to.  Add to this the constant headwinds today and call it a tough ride.  Key times were off, but not by much.  The new wheelset is not as aero as my RXL's, but way stable at higher speeds.  They're also pretty lite, which allows them to spin up fast, just not hold the kinetic energy.  Running through Ant Flat on the return always is tricky with the side wind, but not with these wheels.  By MP 28 (Red Cliff) it was too windy to consider a full ride back to the Home-20.  It was only a matter of doing 112 or doing 115 miles.  Just about MP 25 (still out of cell range), I picked up a grabber-screw in my back tire - yeah, no kidding!  After surviving that near disaster, I was just about out of South Fork Canyon when some knucklehead dang near hit me.  At that point, I can take a hint.  Head for Huntsville, call it 112 miles and call for a bail-out.

This will be the same thing for the next two weeks.  Next Saturday I'll have to add the Cache Valley Century.  A key tune-up ride for me, as it will be the only time I get to ride with fast groups before race day.  I'll have to play that week a little by ear, as to not "overcook".

I've still got a couple "Udder Balm" things to distribute.  This past week I sent some to several far away and enchanted lands.  Right now there are well over 300 distributed, in Michigan, Colorado, Georgia, Texas, Nevada, Montana, Washington, and Idaho.  Of course, there are a bunch scattered throughout the "Beehive" (Utah).  Looking at the page views, it appears there is some traction.  Looking at the donations, I'd say it is looking pretty good.  HHH over all is kind of struggling, but we'll pull it together - I'm sure.

Thanks to all of you who are carrying this effort.  It is humbling and truly remarkable.

For now, I'm a little hurt, tired and sore.  This is a throwback to my post from last year, August 16.  You want to know why I do this, read either my 2017 Year-end post, or August 16, 2017.  My pain is nothing........................

Song Bird

Ride HARD!