Kielder 100/ UK 24 Champs HYPE

It’s been a hectic few weeks that I hadn’t gotten round to sharing a couple of words about returning north to Kielder for the Deadwater 100. Also some thoughts on this weekends UK Champs…..

A return to the calendar of the Kielder 100 now in a slightly different format by Cold Brew Events was a good excuse to return to where mountain bike racing began for me. Some great memories from this part of the world as we stayed a couple of miles away from where we got married back in 2014.

I’ve been gradually getting back to fitness working towards the Uk 24 champs. 100 miles on a hilly route was another stepping stone towards that goal.

I rode in a group of six including a couple of JMCers for the first 25 miles or so before feeling like it was a bit too hot pace for where my fitness was at so I backed off and settled in to my own pace for the rest of the race. The mix of groomed trail centre stuff to essentially hacking through unbuilt and dense muddy jungle was somewhat interesting, I’m glad it wasn’t raining as I had a couple of silly tumbles in the murk even in relative dry. Rolling through the 50 mile mark at the start finish was a head screw having to set off for the same again (but slower). On the second lap I managed to add on a fair chunk of time with my head down missing a junction but this meant that I was probably the only one to ride 100 miles as my garmin said 100.4 whilst 98.6 seemed to be the non bonus route. The man in front towards the back end managed to keep there as I didn’t really have the desire to bury myself to catch him even if I could. The new bike worked well and good body and kit test for bigger goals to come.

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Speaking of which this weekend is the Exposure Lights UK 24 Champs. Unbelievably looking back I’ve had a 1,2,3 finish at the last three UK Champs. Pretty lucky to have been able to attend those ones and we’re back at Fort Bill again where I won in 2016 in a memorable battle royale race. It marks a return for many of us to last year where the World’s saw some epically bad conditions. For me it was a really weird race with my head entirely elsewhere for the first 18 hours. The fog lifted and I managed to smash out a few laps towards the end and get in the top 10 overall. This year has been a bit of a funny one with some sick noting meaning I haven’t done as much as usual. This should keep the legs and enthusiasm fresh though and aboard a full susser I’m looking forward to the added comfort and enhanced fun/reduced pain on the descents. The forecast is ‘mixed’ and I’ve got a bit of a history of enjoying the shite conditions, I don’t seek them out but once in them I sort of just laugh to myself how ridiculous the whole thing is really. The adversity spurs me on I think somehow.

A strong JMC contingent are getting involved this year so expect a mass assault on a few of the podiums! It really does make for a great atmosphere when you have a great gang of people all together like that.

It looks like the start list contains a few familiar faces but also some newer ones with recent good results in endurance stuff so I predict a bit of a shake up from the usual suspects. I’m looking forward to what Brett Bellchambers labelled the ‘best 24 course he’s done’ as I seem to go well up there even when I’m not going so well like last year. I’ve got a bit of an incentive with a next day last minute holiday booked, shipping off to Croatia where I hear beer, ice cream and pizza are aplenty, watch out!

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Reparations

Post Lap of My Mind exertions has been a bit of a tricky time as far as riding/training. With some unnerving (ha) nerve damage in my hand I’ve been confined to light road duties and the turbo trainer. Apparently nerves are not something to just MTFU and crack on with business as usual. The roughness of the roads and the clinging on hard down Devon and Cornwall’s steepest roads are what did it and I foolishly didn’t think to move to the drops more when descending as my hydro road brakes are so powerful you normally don’t need to. Ah well lesson learned. I also got really ill after LOMM basically collapsing in a heap of exhaustion. A couple of bouts of child minder induced plague pass on haven’t helped matters enormously.

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Lap of My Mind dicking around

This all at a time of year when I’d normally be just going out and doing no numbers riding on my mountain bikes so it’s been a bit of a bummer to say the least. I haven’t ridden off road now for two months. I’ve been in the NHS system and some private stuff as well to try and speed hand recovery alongside but it’s still unclear whether this is a months or years thing, terrifyingly it can be the later.

The household DIY has fared slightly better notwithstanding gammy hand limitations. Forays in to mass garden clearance with digger, late night plumbing and the biggest bitch of all stripping super glued on wall paper off whilst taking most of the lime plaster with it. Household repair works continue alongside my own recovery but we have fitted in a nice little week in the alps seeing friends and family, I even tried snow shoeing!

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It’s normally the time of year to look at some goals which are pretty tricky to set right now. Coach Jon has asked me a few times ‘so what we training for’, as yet I don’t really know. I have a few things in mind based around family caravanning weekends and seeing mates but until my hand is sorted I don’t want to set my hopes up too high. Unusually these certainly won’t include the Euro or World 24 champs due to fear of crap courses/ cost accordingly.

The motivation is slowly coming back, it does take me some time. I’m not one of those 100% year round kind of riders and I’ve no idea how people can be arsed to drag themselves up to the near arctic circle to do ultra endurance events in the depths of winter, fair play to them.

So no goals set for yet, no point really. I’ve always been a bit yin and yang so maybe later in the year I’ll be back and rise from the reparation ashes!

Head vs Legs: WEMBO 2018

Normally I like to get a good old bloggage out of my head and in to some sort of media form ASAP after an event. It’s sort of like a post race evaluation and head clearer for me. I’ve been holding off writing up this one for a while as I wasn’t quite sure how to play it. For those few readers out there you may have noticed a bit of a theme this year about hard times, hard luck blah blah etc. So I wondered whether or not to give this one the full shake down sob story. You’ll be glad to hear that I’m not going to go there in detail, sometimes I think it’s best to just focus on moving on and onwards upwards to 2019 I think.

I’ve been fortunate enough to attend a few WEMBO events since my first in 2014 where as a relative newby to 24 hour racing I managed to come away with a ‘world champion’ jersey. To date I think it’s still possibly my best performance ever as I was perhaps looking for top 30 say overall and hoping to challenge for the podium in the everyone gets a prize small age cat we have in WEMBO. I certainly didn’t expect to be coming home with a jersey or equally my best WEMBO performance to date until this year back at the same venue four years later.

No Fuss Events set the benchmark for endurance events and this year was no exception. Fraser, Spook and the rest of the team had really opened up this year to take on rider feedback and ideas to make this the best and toughest WEMBO to date. Simple things that seem to elude some other WEMBO events like having the course marked out properly, pits marked up and generally just being good race organisers, No Fuss seem to hit the nail on the head with the basics. This means they can focus on the harder stuff like safely getting hundreds of riders through 24 hours of the worst that Scottish conditions can throw at them.

I drove up with Dai Bowkett in a van he had conveniently borrowed from work via a stopover with friends for the night in Glasgow. It always amazes me no matter what size vehicle you take to these things you always fill them to the brim with mountains of crap. I had somehow managed to avoid the family lurgy that had been floating round for weeks so was pretty pleased to have even made it to the start line. We made good travel progress and were setup in decent time on site in the Team JMC heartland. We were truly blessed with a whole host of JMCers being around and not one but two mechanics available to sort any issues thanks to the guys at bikeshak! Also fellow racer Neil had kindly offered to form one half of my pit crew with long suffering mate Rich (who should know better by now what’s involved in these sorts of things at Fort William) for some reason agreeing to make the journey for the third time! They were standing in for family Sarah and now Rory who I felt (before they said no anyway) that an eight hour drive to Scotland with baby to then stand in the cold wasn’t the best use of family happiness credits.

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Team JMC top bunch of supporers

The practice lap was a bit of an eye opener to what was to come. Having ridden here in 2014 I had vivid memories of how tough it was then but the course only went and got tougher for 2018. A new loop was added which meant some seriously steep kicks to finish riders off before probably the only flat bit on course, a lap of the pit straight.

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Rich, Neil, bike, mud protection

Practice done, pit set up. Time to swing by and pick up Rich from the train station before a supermarket sweep and off to our accommodation for the night. I’d booked a little peaceful retreat in a quiet spot via airbnb. After an initial wrong turn involving traversing a sketchy bridge and a direction check with some slightly suspect looking foreign speaker residents we got to the accommodation. Whilst Rich and Dai unloaded the van i knocked on the door to be greeted with confused looks, “our guests for the night are already here”. Turns out this numpty had booked the wrong weekend. It was 6:30pm on a night you wanted to be stress free and we had nowhere to stay.

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The arse end…

Thankfully modern technology enabled me to source, book and apple pay for a hotel in central Fort Bill with enough time to drive down the road to our new destination for the night. Needless to say Dai and Rich saw the funny side and proceeded to take the piss solidly for the rest of the evening as we carb loaded at a local pub after we couldn’t find the Italian that Dai was 100% certain was “just round this corner”.

We made it to bed at some sensible time which was a bit of a relief after a far from ideal start to proceedings. Making it up to the venue there were some nervous looking faces around as some fairly big weather was due to head in later on that day. Some chose to hideaway, others to chat nervously about what to wear. What was certain was that most people were scrambling around fitting full mudguards and if you weren’t, well you were very silly. Front and rear Mudhuggers for me, no messing about, 24 hours with grit rubbing in your arse, no thanks. Others followed suit.

The lineup this year most agreed was the strongest a 24 hour race has seen probably ever, in the world. I counted about 14 ‘elite’ male riders who were extremely strong and that was even before looking at those who had wedged themselves in to age group despite having results that would have placed them well in elite previously. To get in the top 20 overall here you were going to have to be going some. It was equally good to see a strong female field with a handful of riders in contention compared to the usual 2 or 3 outright favourites.

For me personally I had come in to this thing feeling somewhat nonchalont. I’d just had too much other stuff going on and had the aim just to survive and not muller myself before an overdue family holiday and a pretty hectic time at work that was scheduled the week following the event. I know everyone says that before a race not wanting to reveal their true aims but that was honestly it. I felt a bit guilty saying this having dragged two buddies up to the start line, they no doubt wanted to hear things like yeah I’m going to smash it etc, but I just wasn’t in the mood for that level of optimism. One thing I did have at Fort bill is a good track record, from 2013 I’d been on a podium there every year I’ve raced. This year #dadbod was going to find the climbing hard going and I don’t quite have the same descending advantage I might have had in years gone by. Daddy preservation mode kicks in a bit more these days, but I knew I could go as well as anyone on my day there.

A very slow walking man with those annoying pipes led us out from the start, so slow that we were doing track stands just to not overtake him. Those things must indeed suck all your lung capacity to blare out the terrible din. It was pretty amazing being around such world class riders and although we’re a pretty niche sport it’s a cool feeling to be mixing it up with the best in the world at any sport.

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Man carrying bags, walking slowly

The first lap was a bit chaotic as our travelling friends from around the world struggled with the slippery conditions in places meaning dodging fallen bodies left right and center. At some points later in the race it looked like landmines had been placed amongst the rocks and roots with riders scattered all over the place. It was getting hard to just hang on to the bars at times with the rough carnage that the mountain offered up lap after lap. Some special lower arm exercises helped there though as I felt pretty strong all the way through even on a hardtail.

Immediately I sort of felt a bit hollow, not like my aerobic capacity was lacking or my legs were aching, my pre race feelings were indeed being played out and I really just didn’t want to be there. A pretty big off soon followed a couple of hours in, twisted bars, blood from a few places etc and at that point I really just thought “I can’t be arsed with this”. I then spent pretty much the next 18 hours in the biggest in race battle I’ve ever fought, not with my competitors, but with my own head. To be honest the only thing that kept me going was guilt, guilt of having dragged a couple of mates all the way to Scotland to stand in the now pissing cold and rain for me and that I’d taken the best part of £600 out of the family finances to ride round in circles then have the audacity to be able miserable about it, what a twat. It can’t have been particularly fun for Rich and Neil hearing me lap after lap not really saying much other than looking grumpy, particularly as the relatively clement weather during the earlier part of the race turned in to proper windy mucky stuff overnight.

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Head somewhere else, leaking knee

As the wind and rain drove against my face at the top of the course in the darkest middle of the night I like many thought “what am I doing here?” But, having done a few of these things now I have gotten to know my own mind pretty well. I can recognise a bit what’s going on and accept, rationalise and move on. The moving on bit is the challenge but knowing that you will at some point gives you hope. I was still going though and the course was getting mighty quiet.

Fortunately bikes and equipment were all on point thanks to last minute prepping by Taylored Cycles. A fairly risky decision to try out some new Vitoria tyres paid off as there was no hint of a dreaded puncture all the way through.

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Rich and Neil doing a sterling job of keeping me going

I hadn’t asked for any info on position from my pit crew as I assumed (correctly) I was doing a bit shit. However, I was still doing and it became increasingly evident that others weren’t any more as I saw gazebo’s being packed up in the night. If I could just force myself to keep going then who knows what will be left of the now decimated field come daylight. I focused on keeping fed and warm as those were the things I knew would be cutting short people’s race. I haven’t changed clothes as much as this in many years with some laps requiring a completely fresh waterproof after an hour of riding as it became completely saturated. Fresh glove changes and headwear were also way more regular than normally just to keep everything ticking over. I even deviated away from my normally strict eating regime to experiment with a bacon sandwich to boost morale which did help a bit.

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Not a bacon buttie but a bike swap and Torq bar in the space of seconds

Riders out on course as ever were encouraging each other along, something I note a lot more amongst the English speakers as you don’t seem to get much out of the more serious faced continental bunch. I tried to keep talking to other people as I know that’s something that as stoked freeriders would say they ‘feed off’ but I do and it helped me keep going. As always the pit crew supporters gave great cheers all the way through even from competing pits. Hearing your name being shouted at 3am is a great boost I can tell you.

24 hours is a long time to have a lot of thoughts and I also forget most of what has happened but usually there are pivotal moments in these things that always stick out. Whilst having a piss at the side of the pit gazebo sometime when daylight was just around the corner I at last uttered the words to Rich, “go on then tell me where I am”. 13th Elite and somewhere in the 20’s overall. Blimey I thought that’s not quite as far back as I thought, what the hell had everyone else been up to whilst I’d been effectively limited to soft pedaling by my lack of head game. The 18 hour cloud lifted and I think I said something along the lines of “oh bollocks I better put some effort in then, I need drugs (for my back which was killing at that stage) and caffeine, lots of caffeine). As the cloud lifted my head allowed my legs to do what coach Jon knew was in there when his pre-race pep talk told me “you have the fitness” he also knew that this one would be about my head game which up until this point had, as expected, had been somewhat lacking. I won’t say what other advice Jon gave me as that’s for me and him but it’s amazing how some things come through when you most need them. “Right let’s get on with it, stop messing about”, I thought (at last).

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Remembering it’s only just riding bikes after all

Fortunately, due to lots of messing about in the preceding hours as a result I had a lot left in the tank so proceeded to unload this in the last few hours. It would be interesting to see a line with a track of progress overall as I went from nowhere to 10th overall in the space of a few hours (the drugs were just ibuprofen I promise).  I was overtaking a lot of people, unlapping myself, lapping others and catching people. I had no idea who was who but it felt good. Young Carwyn came up behind me to what I had assumed was him lapping me but coming through the pits I was told he was just behind me. Sod it, might as well try and drop the hammer and try and drop him. To my surprise I didn’t see him again as I had expected from a speedy xc fast finisher. So it was fun catching people, apart from when I caught my buddy and fellow Team JMC rider Jason on the second to last lap, he looked like absolute death and I did pause briefly to offer some words along the lines “oh bloody hell get yourself warm mate” to which he thankfully did minutes later in the car with whisky I’m told. Such was my progress that 24 hour flyer Max Suttie was sent out for a safety lap from 5th elite rider in case I continued at my current rate of progress and caught him (sorry pal). So yes that meant I was unbelievably up to 6th Elite and 10th overall which I’m not quite sure I believed until checking the actual results at the end for myself.

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Rolling over the line I was pretty happy and smiled at long last. I’m still a bit in disbelief. I’m not sure whether I should be happy with 6th Elite or frustrated that I hadn’t had the focus needed to train and race hard from mid summer this year. The following week at work my project hosted an EU commission visit so looking rather unwell all week wasn’t the best impression! I inevitably succumbed to the family plague so have been a bit ropey ever since.

It’s been a year when I was pretty ready to become a mid-pack rider if Rory had turned out to be a sleep depriver but thankfully he’s been golden for the most part. I could have trained harder this year but quite simply I haven’t wanted to. I need to spend some time thinking now about next year and if I give 24 hour racing a wee sabbatical. The world champs are in the depths Brazil so I can’t imagine being able to get to that whilst the European champs are in Portugal. Nothing from the past three euro champs inspires me with confidence of a good course and well organised event that I would want to justify the cash to go to despite of course wanting these events to be successful.

Massive thanks as ever to my supporters and sponsors Taylored Cycles, USE/Exposure, FUNN, Granite Design, ESI Grips, E3coach, Torq, Team JMC.

On to the end of the year now where I’ve been helping to organise the Lap of My Mind event where I’ll be doing the last leg covering about 440 miles and 10,000 meters of climbing in 48 hours on the darkest day of the year all for charities Mind and Calm and in support of Mind Over Mountain world cycle height record attempt.

For now though it’s time to clear my head and have a bloody good rest on holiday with my besties.

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Pedal Progression: Skillz session=free money

Recently I’ve been giving a few tips to first time 24 hour rider Ollie who is one of the three strong team at Pedal Progression in Bristol. For those who don’t know these boys are embarking on a massive journey to help develop the trails in Bristol and put back in to the community by committing to become a Community Interest Company. Anyway for more on that check out http://www.pedalprogression.com

As something of a skills exchange Ollie and Matt agreed to show an old dog some new tricks and take me out for an early morning skills season at Ashton Court. I’ve always fancied myself as decent on the downs having spent a few years pushing up hills in sweaty body armour as a younger gent and then many misspent summers in the ski lift assisted European alps. Although when the Lycra came to the fore and I discovered I was proportionally more skilled at suffering for hours on end that riding downhill fast I’ve somewhat lost some of the basics and balls that went with. Being able to ride downhill fast in xc is pretty handy after all faster descending skills=free money. Usually I hold my own at xc races on the downs but I was curious to see what the boys would make of my skill level and where some improvements could be made. I was really interested in particular to find out if any efficiency savings could be had as let’s face it, extra speed downhill is free money.

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Spot the difference

We started off with some basic body position assessment and from he off Matt’s style and guidance showed he didn’t just have the skills to pay the bills but was also someone who could explain things plainly without patronising. Matt had also done his homework and social media stalked some pictures of my riding position mid race. We both agreed that this wasn’t the best measure give some were taken deep in to endurance events when I was totally shagged so riding position might not have been top of my agenda! image4

One thing that was immediately picked up was that my knackered racing body has my back in a funny position. Interestingly I hadn’t come across the benefits of riding with straighter legs before, one of the main benefits being helping you to pump through sections with your legs but also this in turn put my back in to a better position.

It felt weird on the grass but I was interested to see how this would feel on the trail. A few other tips and tricks were discussed before going across to test them out. The leg pumping was kind of tricky to get but by the end of the session I knew what I needed to do and I reckon this will help flow through trails quicker and crucially with less pedalling.

We set up some timing poles and interestingly my two timed runs were about the same time between trying to utilise the techniques used which felt way slower compared with a flat out attempt based on my usual riding style. At Pivot 12 hour recently I definitely felt a bit faster in general and the descents there are somewhere I have ridden quite a lot in the past so it felt good to squeeze out a bit more.

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Give the boys and shout if you want some free money! You just have to learn how to waterski like Michael Jackson… (for those who know)

 

Pivot 12 solo: For Mick

It feels a bit like bike racing this year has gone hand in hand with lots of on bike dramas that I’ve managed to dodge over the last few years. It feels a bit like 2018 is just my turn for punctures, wrong turns etc.

2018 is a year we will remember with sorrow for other reasons. After my gran passed away recently we also lost Mick my father in law just before my birthday. This happened the week prior to Pivot 24/12 where we had planned a family short break in the caravan. Priorities of course needed to be shifted with Sarah making another trip across to Suffolk where her family are based and I was left in two minds whether or not to do the race or not. Mick had been at last years 24 hour race supporting in the pits in the horrible slop and he loved getting involved in any event whether it be horse eventing or more recently coming along to bike races despite his poor health. Mick was a get on with it kind of guy so I think he would have wanted me to race. I wasn’t quite sure if my head would be in it though and there was a severe risk of my just having a mid race meltdown and sacking it off. I’ve been more upset that I imagined I would be as we knew he wouldn’t be with us in the long term but when it comes round it’s still a shock and I miss him dearly already. He was always there for us and was a fantastic father and role model. Having two daughters I was more than happy to fill the son role and he was always on the end of a whatsapp video chat as I crawled around under some rotten hole in our house advising us on various DIY nightmares. I really appreciated his interest in my biking racing and he even watched the live timing for 24 hour races when he couldn’t get to them. More than that he raised my wife Sarah to be the woman she is and in turn has brought us Rory, for that alone words of thanks aren’t enough.

Moving on, I decided to give it a go and get an early morning train back from Plymouth to Suffolk afterwards via a pedal on the race bike across London between train stations.

Fortunately the very kind and lovely O’cain family took me under their wing and drove me down in their rented motorhome (bonus). Ollie was doing his first 24 hour race and I’d been giving him a few pointers and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know him and chat about racing. His family were really supportive as well which is the foundation of any 24 hour event.

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Ollie and me at our dream motorhome pit setup. He came 5th in open male on his first 24! I did joke his induction to 24 pitting was a luxury but then the weather made up for his getting off lightly…

As ever on arrival it was great to catch up with loads of mates. It was also a chance to chat about ‘A Lap of My Mind’ our planned charity cycle around the coast of the UK this year. More on that another time.

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Alex one of the 10 Lap of My Mind riders rode to Plymouth from Essex as a warm up for the 24 hour race!

The weather forecast coming in was mixed to say the least which seems to be a running theme at this event. That on top of me breaking or bruising (still don’t know) my toe the weekend before added to the potential challenge/carnage.

Lining up on the start line there was the usual calm before the storm. I couldn’t help think of Mick not being there and had a tear in my eye already. Jesus I thought, what chance have I got of getting through the next 12 hours if I’m a wreck already. I had a word with myself and decided this ride would be for Mick. Any time I was hurting or wanted to throw the towel, I would think of him and his pains which put my little aches in to perspective and just crack on. The race started, game on, let’s do this I thought. We can talk ourselves in to and out of a race I think. I had just about clawed my mind in to it from the brink.

There was a good turnout in the 12 hour field and I knew buddy Chris Noble would be on good form despite his ‘I’m just going to enjoy it’ claims early in the week. My race strategy unusually was to try and hang on to him and then see what happened. The pace at the start was pretty full on but my body seems to be responding well. I’d only just recovered from a chest infection so it was good to have the lungs functioning again. The lycras were a bit tighter though with recent beer and chocolate feel better indulgences so the short sharp ‘mach’ climb made me feel like I was going to tip backwards! I felt great and strong on the descents though which let’s face it are the only reason we ride uphill. The course was a bit different from previous years but it was great mix of classic Newnham Park trails with something for everyone and some really fun downs. The weather started to get interesting pretty quickly and some on and off heavy showers at times made things pretty slippy. That was nothing though compared to the biblical conditions the 24 hour riders had to endure which prematurely ended the event early in the end. I earned my battle scars from 2017 on that front.

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Trying half successfully to take on board some of the riding techniques I picked up recently from Matt @pedalprogression

Sure enough Chris was at the sharp end looking strong so I followed. Then ensured some fairly high paced suffering for a few hours going back and forth as I hammered the descents to pull clear only to be dropped on the climbs. Some other fast vets like buddy Alan Colville were also in the mix so it was pretty tasty.

Eventually I just had to ease back as I was starting to cramp on the climbs, a sure sign I was pushing too hard. I was also pushing on the descents which led to a fairly high speed crash at one point leaving me a bit battered and a sore knee. I was glad I was able to mentally go hard as I was worried I might be a bit ambivalent.

Ollie’s family in the pits were great (thanks again!) although seemed a bit shocked at the speed at which I was taking the bottle hand ups the first time. I hadn’t really briefed them to say I wouldn’t really be stopping at all! It’s good to be able to have a name to shout to warn when you are coming in to the pits. Some of the other pit crews were probably slightly confused as me and Ollie shouted his dad’s nickname ‘Baggins’ throughout the event!

Chris slowly pulled out a lead but I was sitting in second for most of the race. Then until the 3rd to last lap where true to current levels of misfortunate my tyre burped and when I pulled out my gas to top up for some unknown reason nothing was coming out. I then pumped it up but on removing the pump it pulled the valve core out, arrrrgggh. All this meant I lost a load of time until Ollie turned up and we reasonably unsuccessfully managed to use his gas+tubeless foam can thing so that I could at least nurse it back to the pits. I assumed 3rd place Seb had overtaken me by that stage but I didn’t really have any info how far he was in front. I was pretty demoralised but tried hard to get my head back in the game and pushed again on the spare bike in a last ditch attempt to get back on terms blasting through the night which Exposure Lights booming through the woods.  I didn’t know what Seb looked like or what his number was so not sure I would have known anyway what I was aiming for. I was delighted that I had held it together and been surprisingly strong all things considered. 3rd place was pretty good still.

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I was half way to Suffolk when the prize presentation happened so I couldn’t be there but neither could Mick who would have enjoyed the event.

Ultra endurance racing has a different flavour to other competitive sports from what I’ve seen. I think it’s summed up by what I heard from UK 24 Champ Max from the pit lane as we were going past “Come on Chris, come on Matt, oh I don’t know who to cheer for!” The fact that we’re all mates and just want to see each other do well makes me love this game. Chris’s dad was even cheering me on ringing his bell as I went past shouting my name, lovely.

Pivot 24/12 is such a feel good event. Coming over the line I just lost it. I usually have a mini teary moment at the end of a 24 with the outpour of emotion but this time the whole last few weeks caught me up and consoling hugs were dished out by the MC legends duo of Rory Hitchens and Matt Carr (thanks guys). Normally I can’t stomach a beer at the end of a race like that but this one went down well, I needed it. Thanks to Mark @exposurelights for the hand up.

So I write this sat on a 5 hours journey to be with my family for a few days. Onwards and upwards please now 2018 you big horrible bastard of a year.

This one was for you Mick.

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Fresh kit, fresh sponsors!

Some fresh kit arrived recently based around the Team JMC colours. Massive thanks to new sponsors Funn and Budge at Team JMC for putting this together.

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A chance to welcome the new sponsors Funn, Granite Design and Taylored Cycles on to the jersey alongside long term sponsors USE, Exposure Lights, ESI grips and E3coach. Sadly both M Steel cycles and Roll for the Soul closed down in 2017 who both have supported me brilliantly in the last few years. Particularly Joe and all the guys at M Steels who helped supported my very early days of racing.

The kit is ready in time for the next few weeks of panic race cramming as I haven’t done that much so far this year. I have managed to get out riding a fair bit though including a slightly rained off biking stag do to Finale Ligure and some bit road bit missions including Suffolk-Bristol for the hell of it.

 

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The next few weeks involve taking in Gorrick 100, Heaven of the South and Wantage MTB marathon in prep for the trip across to the Isle of Man for the UK 24 Hour champs which is the main early season goal. Looking forward to catching up with the island locals and 24 hour racing buddies alike, oh and the mega curry afterwards of course! It will be interesting to see where I’m at on the back of a pretty hectic winter where I’ve managed to get in a surprising amount of riding mostly due to little Rory being a bloody legend (please god let that continue).

The goal as ever this year is to leave nothing out there at all the races I do and see where that takes me.

 

Long racing: it’s been a while

To my surprise I realised whilst sat on the start line of Gorrick Brass Monkey ‘Minley Rewind’ 4 hour xc race that I hadn’t done a race of this length for over  for 6 months! Yes there have been some rides of that length but nothing really prepares you for racing like well, racing. I even got a full night sleep the night before as Sarah stepped in to cover my night shift withlittle Rory.Bonus.

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It was only my second time at Minley after dabbling in the Torq 12 event a while ago. I was amazed at the quality of the course given the shit awful weather we’ve had of late. Somehow it was mostly pretty dry. Perhaps that’s the benefit of not having Strava wankers smashing across lines and destroying trails to move up for 1002 to 1001 of ‘Dave’s deadly descent’ segment.

The lack of use on some of the trails and the carefully cut in new sections meant chunky tyres were an advantage but not essential. This course offered up some really nice singletrack with only a couple of sections of fireroad. Even the odd little freshly cut shoot made things even more fun.

I thought it wise to undertake a practice lap after hiding away from my mountain bike lately in favour of the commuter to avoid the permaslop and was enjoying myself a bit too much when at an unknown point around the loop I realised that the start commenced in 10 minutes time. Cue some aggressive warming up! I made it to the start line with just enough time to say hello to a few old friends.

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A mass of 2 hour riders had set off before us so it wasn’t long before we started catching these up after we set off a few minutes later. This made it a bit more tricky to work out who was in what race throughout. I hadn’t quite prepared my bike perfectly with a bit less free time these days so my rear brake was a pump it up on the descents job to get it working which caused me a slight cropper and OTB at one point when I forgot to pre pump in to a corner! Mudhuggers all round were keeping the crap off me though which was a bonus if some of the wetter fast fire road sections.

I had some of the likely podium riders in my sights for the first lap and a bit but by an hour and a half I realised that the reason for this was that I was was riding absolutely flat out, not something I could sustain for this length of time! Podium riders disappeared but I was still feeling decent enough. It felt like I then started to go backwards a bit as a few riders came past that we’re looking like they were in it for the longer haul. Many of these came past standing up and looking like they were giving it some over ambitious beans at that stage so I did not attempt a repost. Sure enough at the back end of the race I saw these chaps again as my Diesel engine started to kick in and to my surprise started taking a few places back. Unfortunately I had made a bit of a bottle error calculation and due to rushing round to get to the start line hadn’t drink any water on the practice lap or much that morning so I was a bit parched on the final couple of laps and started to cramp. I played that cramp hard pedal soft pedal game where you try and manage the onset by not overdoing it without entirely grinding to a halt. This got me round but meant I didn’t quite get on to the same lap as the top guys by a few minutes. That was handy though as I wouldn’t have had enough juice anyway as I had chugged all my available bottles.

I finished pretty happy with 4th in open male having fought back from around 7th all things considered.
So time to get another few of these middle endurance distance things in as they are great for solid hard efforts without taking out the whole day. The local ‘Madax’ 60km challenge and a Thetford 3 hour race followed by a 100 mile mission ride home straight after the race should be enough to keep the legs ticking over in the next month.IMG_2578IMG_2579IMG_2580IMG_2581