The house looks FANTASTIC. Mr. Wonderful really came through.
Through all of this, I was getting restless. I wanted to go somewhere--somewhere different. I'm not really in to exploring wilderness in another state on my own, and I couldn't talk hubby in to going with me. Therefore, I chose a race. With February being way too early in the season for a race, I chose a 6-hour venue and approached it with more of a "training ride" feel.
The benefits: New trail, already marked, other people will be there, guaranteed a longer ride than I'm used to.
The cons: Long drive, hubby wasn't interested in going, and I have to pay money to do it.
The benefits outweighed the cons.
Thankfully, Mer went with me; someone else was as crazy as me!
Leaving on a Thursday, we departed for the 9.5 hour drive to Hot Springs, Arkansas via Terre Haute to I-70 to I-57 to I-55 to I-40, etc. This drive was SO easy--no big cities, no traffic. What we did see was birds--particularly, hawks. Seriously, we saw a hawk for every mile we were on the road. (Ok--maybe I'm exaggerating some.) But people we have talked to since the trip recognize the I-57; I-55 segment as Hawk Alley. After a couple of hours, we were no longer phased by seeing the bird of prey.
But we did go on and on and on about the most enormous bald eagle we've ever seen also sitting in a tree along the road. It made the otherwise boring drive a little more enjoyable.
Arriving in Hot Springs, we quickly learned this place was not the tourist destination it once was. Two things bring tourists--spas & horse races. We later learned that all but one of the natural hot springs have been funneled into the bath houses, where one can pay big bucks to get skin treatments. Woo hoo! Mer & I decided sweating through 6 hours on the trail while drinking as much water as we could would do our skin just fine.
Friday we were able to pre-ride the course despite the threat of rain that never came. What a superb 10-mile loop! Most of the trail meandered through pine forests and offered a little bit of everything as far as mountain biking goes. With over 1,300 feet of climbing per lap, it was 80-90% single-track with rocks, roots, fast sections, twisty sections, uphills, downhills, & pine needles. It was some of the most fun I've had on a mountain bike.
And, yeah, that's a landfill in the middle of the course. We were riding around a landfill.
We stopped to see The Arlington Resort & Spa, a hotel we snubbed our noses at in favor of The Hampton on the other side of town. I snapped a pic of the Al Capone's car in the lobby.
Just a block away was the sole hot spring in Hot Springs, Arkansas.
But one of the weirdest and admittedly the creepiest attraction was the Wax Museum. Quite honestly, we didn't care to venture in here either. But I did snap a couple photos for the pleasure of my readers. Granted, the URL above is probably a lot better.
By now, enough time had passed to go back to the race venue to register. Serendipity fell upon us when we met Robert, who specialized in massage therapy, chiropractic services, Active Release Technique, and many other designations. For $20, I was relieved of all the aches from tender spots associated with training. For me, this is my right shoulder blade and left ITB. Without telling him where, this master proceeded to troubleshoot and heal, at least temporarily, these aches. In addition, I received some kind of massage from a vibrating device that looked more like a belt sander. INSERT JOKE HERE. Say what you will, this was AWESOME!
Afterwards, we both praised Robert and lazily headed for the van, we decided to get some grub. Near the hotel, the dining establishment below fulfilled my meat cravings when I ordered both Beef Brisket & Pulled Pork. Instead of the usual ketchup and mustard condiments, the tables all had containers of 6 sauces with which to douse the selected meats. Mmmmmm.
Finally, race day was upon us. From a local's recommendation, we decided to hit the Pancake Shop which supposedly had the best pancakes around. Negative, Ghostrider. Straight from the 50s (or some other parallel universe--much like the rest of the town), this diner was strange. When the waitress brought my plate she says, "Darlin', you're gonna wanna butter and cut that pancake before you put syrup on it. Otherwise, you'll have syrup in your lap, and I'm gonna laugh my butt off."
How--HOW--how does one respond to that? Doing as instructed, I was disappointed to see and taste the worst syrup I've ever had. Perhaps I should have stuck with the Cinnamon/Brown Sugar pop tarts in my race bag.
OK--so, now it's race time. Lemans start. Yes, we get to RUN to our bikes before starting the lap. This helps break up the field before entering the singletrack. Again, negative. I was towards the back and still had a traffic jam at the first bridge crossing. I spent the next 3 miles weaving my way up through people. It was a super fun lap and also my fastest.
Not knowing how to pace myself for 6 hours, I slowed way down on the 2nd and 3rd laps; Meredith and I rode together most of the time. At the end of the 3rd lap, I downed half of a Pepsi and tried to cram as much food as I could at the pit stop area. Sadly, my 3rd week of coughing came through and I started spraying the area with half chewed pop tarts. Yes, I was sick for a week, the cough continued. It only happens when my heart rate is up, so I wasn't too worried about it. The cold never lodged in my lungs, and I was lucky to not get a sinus infection. Water, water, water!
I carried on for a 4th lap and picked it up a bit again since I knew it would be my last. Sadly, I didn't meet my goal to get 5 laps (results), but I did meet my expectations of riding medium hard, riding consistently, and having a blast! The trail was SO MUCH FUN, I was smiling much of the time. I also wasn't ashamed to get lapped by 3-time 24-hour world champion, Rebecca Rusch. It was a great, well-organized event, and having the sun out made my weekend complete.
Topping off the trip, on the way out of town, we spotted the only thing I would have paid money to do. If only......
1 comment:
you are wearing way too many clothes for a race in the south :-)
glad you had a fun weekend, and you rode so well!
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