What an
adventure! 3,004 miles in 7 days, 7
hours, and 21 minutes! I am so happy
that my Sorella RAAM Cycling Team – riders and crew – completed the journey
safely and strongly. It wasn’t easy, but
I found that keeping a positive attitude and finding as much humor as possible
in this whole crazy adventure made it a lot of fun. (Hold onto your helmets – this will take
almost as long as RAAM itself.)
The
Riders
I had
fantastic teammates: Jennifer, Korey, and Lauren.
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| Korey, Lauren, Jennifer, and me (before we got stinky) |
The four of
us are quite different, yet we each brought abilities and perspectives that
made our team stronger as a whole.
Jennifer –
She has been riding and racing for years, and that storehouse of base mileage
served her well. Even more amazingly,
Jennifer was still able to participate in RAAM even after breaking her
collarbone in April. She had some
top-notch doctors and trainers who helped her heal quickly. Between that her intense mental resolve, she
was RAAM ready!
Korey –
Korey is the heart and soul of our team.
It has been her dream for several years to complete RAAM. She has worked and prayed diligently to make
it happen, including crewing for a RAAM team last year. Originally from Mexico, Korey particularly
desires to empower women who come from disadvantaged circumstances such as
hers. If you spend any time with Korey,
you can’t help but be inspired by her loving, generous spirit.
Lauren – We
were so thankful to have Lauren’s expertise from her two previous RAAM races. She made great suggestions on everything from
equipment to rider schedules.
Furthermore, she is a strong cyclist, honing her skills regularly as a triathlete
and personal trainer. Lauren kept us
focused on getting to the finish line as fast as possible!
Betty Jean –
After training so hard for months before RAAM, I focused almost exclusively on
the ride itself. That discipline paid
off because I felt good – better than I expected – throughout the race. Also, I recover quickly, a real boon for
participating in RAAM. Additionally, I was
the team nerd and jokester.
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| Ruh roh! Someone added to the label on this cabinet in the RV. I wonder who it could have been? Probably one of those meddling kids. |
The Crew
Of course riders
are necessary, but the best team in the world can’t compete without a good crew. We had a wonderful
one! They made our race possible by
driving support vehicles, navigating, feeding us, maintaining our bicycles and
equipment, washing our clothes, massaging us, and encouraging us with every
pedal stroke. (Need more cowbell!) Their job was even harder than riding a
bicycle across the country. I can never
thank each crew member enough:
Adam – He
drove the party (leapfrog) van, always made sure our bicycles had lights and
other necessities on every leg, grinned mischievously, and sang “Coal Miner’s
Daughter” as we drove through West Virginia in the middle of the night.
Chrissy –
She served as a leapfrog van navigator and always had a can-do attitude. My favorite memory of Chrissy is when I woke
up from a nap and stepped out of the RV into a grocery store parking lot in
Kansas. She had our freshly washed kits
draped over a shopping cart and was drying each piece one at a time by waving
it in the warm, late afternoon wind. I
didn’t have my phone with me, but I’ll always have that cute mental picture.
Dan – One of
our co-crew chiefs, Dan was a primary contact between our team and RAAM
headquarters. He built a great rapport
with RAAM officials. This was especially
important because our team encountered numerous detours. Dan also drove miles and miles as the direct
follow vehicle behind us riders. Direct
follow was required at night. Although
direct follow wasn’t required during the day, we usually utilized it then
anyway as a safety precaution.
Denise – Her
magic touch soothed our sore muscles as she massaged out the lactic acid. I’ve had relaxing massage before, but this
was sports massage. Denise got my body
to move in ways that I didn’t know it could move. She definitely knows her stuff!
Divya – Divya
joined our team only a couple of weeks before the start when her original
crewing arrangements fell through.
Coming from India, she already had her flight booked and, therefore, was
looking for another team to work with.
How fortunate that we were able to connect with her! Divya has crewed and officiated with RAAM several times
before and brought a great deal of knowledge about the rules and other aspects
of the race. Her ultimate goal is to
learn enough about RAAM to bring a team from India, where she is a primary
advocate for cycling. In fact, she even
heads Audax India Randonneurs. In
addition to having overall RAAM crewing expertise, Divya is an excellent
cook! Our favorite thing she made us was
a delicious beef curry served over rice.
Now about that blueberry bagel, ham, and ranch dressing sandwich…
Emily – Our
other co-crew chief, Emily kept everything humming. One way she particularly shone was as a
mediator. Fun and exciting as the week
was, there were definitely points of contention among the group. Emily’s calm and kind demeanor helped us
smooth out those rough spots. We also
appreciated her being willing to be away from her husband and young son, who
turned two on the day we crossed the finish line!
Jeremy –
Jeremy took turns with Adam driving the leapfrog van. Ever levelheaded, Jeremy’s no-nonsense
demeanor saved our bacon several times when we could have gone off course. Also, I love his speaking voice! He could be an announcer.
Madeline –
Our youngest crew member, Madeline is a rising high school senior and an avid
cyclist. She helped navigate when Dan
drove. She also built quite a reputation
as maker of yummy sandwiches. Whether it
was mini beef burritos wrapped in foil, a chicken and hummus sandwich, or
peanut butter and jelly on a tortilla, we riders could always look forward to
whatever deliciousness that Madeline prepared for us.
Michelle –
Our most excellent deejay! And she can
play music while she navigates! Michelle
really helped keep us going during those hardest wee hours, about 3:00 – 6:00
AM. She, Adam, and Peyton helped me go
faster because I was always eager to get back to the leapfrog van for more
music, jokes, shenanigans, and tomfoolery.
Additionally, Michelle communicated calmly and clearly with other crew
members and RAAM officials.
Patrick –
Patrick was another last-minute addition to our team, and he proved to be
invaluable. A professional truck driver,
he enthusiastically jumped in to drive our RV all week. He is used to odd sleep schedules and not
having all the comforts of home. At the
same time, he opened my eyes to the luxuries of truck stop culture. We got to take showers at a couple of truck
stops along the way. They were such
clean, user-friendly facilities. Despite
the cramped, noisy, smelly conditions of the RV, Patrick said he wants to crew
for RAAM again next year!
Peyton – One
of our two film crew members, Peyton documented all of the race action from the
leapfrog van. In fact, after spending
the first night in the RV, he decided to spend the remaining nights in the
van. We joked that if Peyton emerged
from the van and saw his shadow, it meant six more days of riding. Besides filming our race, Peyton did so much
to keep up the morale of us riders, interjecting loads of humor or simply
listening if need be.
Sam – Having
just finished his first year of college, Sam was the other young pup on our
crew. He didn’t say much all week, but
with 17 people on the team, it was good that not everyone was a
chatterbox. Sam came through with flying
colors on all of his responsibilities.
He navigated for the direct follow van and was Johnny-on-the-spot, moving
the riders’ go-boxes of essential equipment when we changed shifts. Sam has a nice smile, too :)
Whitney –
With experience as both a cyclist and professional cinematographer,
particularly on sports related topics, Whitney was an ideal film crew
member. She also had the warmest
personality and an excellent sense of humor.
Or should I say egg-cellent sense of humor? (I wonder where she got that mask?)
Pre-Race
Lauren lives
about 45 minutes from Oceanside, California, the RAAM starting location. She graciously allowed everyone to stay at
her house in the week preceding the team race start on June 20. Dan, Madeline, Sam, and Stefanie drove our
two team minivans from Atlanta to California, leaving a week before the race
started and arriving at Lauren’s several days later. Stefanie was only able to help with driving
out (which was huge!), and so she flew back to Atlanta. Jennifer and Korey flew to California on
Monday, June 15. Those who were there on
Tuesday, June 16 got to see the solo RAAM racers start! I flew to California on Wednesday, June 17. Most of the rest of the crew (Adam, Chrissy,
Denise, Divya, Emily, Jeremy, Michelle, and Patrick) arrived later that Wednesday
evening or the following morning. Once
our film crew (Peyton and Whitney) joined us, our team of four riders and 13
crew was complete. Everyone pitched in
to install lights and signage on the vehicles, load gear and food, and clean up
the mass chaos we inflicted on Lauren’s house.
We picked up
our rental RV in California. On Friday,
June 19 we drove it and the two minivans to Oceanside, where everyone stayed in
a motel near the start line. That
afternoon was busy with vehicle, bicycle, and equipment inspections and official
team photos. In addition, we had a
special group photo session with all of the women team racers. This year RAAM had the largest number of
women participants ever.
How great to
see so many other women who love cycling!
At 5:00 PM
we attended a mandatory racers’ meeting.
In addition to reviewing the race rules and other important information,
the RAAM organizers introduced each team.
Teams can consist of two, four, or eight people and can be male, female,
or mixed. I especially enjoyed seeing
how many teams came from other countries: Australia, Brazil, Denmark, India,
Ireland, Japan, Switzerland, Taiwan, and the United Kingdom. What a fascinating way for these visitors to
see our country!
After the
racers’ meeting my Sorella RAAM team celebrated at a local pizza place. We savored our last civilized meal before the
race.
Saturday,
June 20, 2015
The next
morning we packed up and went to the staging area near the start line at the
pier. Because the race didn’t start
until noon PDT (3:00 PM EDT), we didn’t have to rush to be ready for the
start. We soaked in the festive,
excitement-charged atmosphere.
At last it
was time for us to line up. The teams
started one at a time, going off at one-minute intervals. Jennifer, Korey, Lauren, and I were able to
ride together for the parade start over the first seven miles. We were instructed to ride no faster than 15
mph during this section. At the end of
the parade section, Korey and I peeled off, and Jennifer and Lauren continued
to the 23-mile mark. These first 23
miles were on a bicycle path on which vehicles are not allowed. Therefore, we kept two riders on this remaining
section; just in case something happened to one person, the other could
continue. Jennifer and Lauren both made
it fine. At that point, Jennifer got
into the leapfrog vehicle to continue Lauren’s and her first shift. Korey and I went to the RV to rest until our
first shift began four hours later.
We worked in
teams of two like this throughout the race.
Lauren rode for 30 minutes while Jennifer rode in the leapfrog van. Then, Jennifer rode her bicycle for 30
minutes while Lauren rode in the leapfrog van.
After four hours, they went to the RV to sleep and eat. While they rested for four hours, Korey and I
alternated riding and leapfrogging for 30 minutes at a time in the same way that
Jennifer and Lauren did. We kept up this
same general shift schedule for the entire race. We also planned to ride some shifts of five
to six hours so that the same riders weren’t always riding at the same times of
day. Furthermore, we sometimes rode for
15- to 20-minute intervals if it was particularly steep or hot. The only downside to this two-team approach
is that Korey and I hardly got to see Jennifer and Lauren all week.
A number of
people asked me why we did 30-minute pulls as opposed to 1-hour or even
longer. I’ll admit that I was skeptical,
too, when I first heard this strategy.
However, I had learned at our mini RAAM training weekend that it really
does work. During actual RAAM, I became
certain that this truly is the best four-person team strategy to maximize
speed. We stayed warm between pulls, and
by the time 30 minutes elapsed, we were ready for a break. Multiple rider exchanges weren’t a big deal,
either. Even if they slowed the team
down by a few seconds, we made up for it by staying as fresh and strong as
possible.
We put
Jennifer and Lauren on the first shift because it included the Glass Elevator,
a steep descent with hairpin turns down Palomar Mountain. Lauren has ridden this a number of times and
is comfortable with it. I’m glad because
descending is not my strong suit.
I did nap a
little bit during that initial rest shift.
We did a team exchange at Borrego Springs, California, the first point
at which RVs were allowed on the race course due to safety. My motto is Expect Adventure, but I didn’t
expect to have adventure during my very first shift…
When I got
on my bicycle, my shifters wouldn’t work!
I have a Marin Stelvio with Di2 (electronic) shifters. I had fully charged the shifters at Lauren’s
house, and so I knew that wasn’t the issue.
I couldn’t investigate further right then because I needed to simply
keep moving forward. Fortunately, we
were in the flat desert, and mercifully I happened to be in a good gear. I rode single speed for my first two shifts
and did pretty well. I pretended I was
my friend Jeff (a.k.a. “Stony”), a super strong cyclist who mashes the pedals
and puts the rest of us in the Stony grinder.
I also channeled my friend Chad, time trialist extraordinaire. This obviously wasn’t a permanent solution, though,
particularly as we approached some significant climbs in Arizona.
Sunday,
June 21, 2015
As I
finished my first overnight shift, the sun was rising over the desert – how beautiful! After my next sleep shift, the terrain
definitely was getting hillier. I rode
one shift on Lauren’s spare tri bike.
Even though we adjusted it as well as possible for my dimensions, I knew
it wouldn’t be smart to try to ride with an inexact fit across the rest of the country.
Was there
any way to fix my Di2 shifters? I
checked all the external cable connections of the system, but I couldn’t find
anything wrong. I called my husband
Robert to see if he had any advice. I
suggested that maybe the 112-degree desert heat had fried the battery. He said no, Di2 is designed to withstand
extreme heat and cold that cyclists potentially can face. Robert started calling bike shops in the
upcoming towns, trying to find a mechanic familiar with Di2 technology. Nobody could help because that part of the
country is much more heavily mountain bike focused than road bike focused, and
mountain bikes don’t use Di2. So we came
up with Plan B: purchase another road bike with mechanical shifters.
Robert found
a 51-cm Breezer Venturi with a steel frame in Prescott, AZ. In the meantime, Emily was still trying to
find a Di2 mechanic. Can you believe she
found one? His name was Scott Gordon, a
crew member with the Love, Sweat & Gears tandem team. (Yes, there was a tandem team on RAAM –
cool!) He found a disconnected cable
somewhere inside my bicycle and got everything working! He even cleaned and lubed my bike! Wow!
Thank you so much, Scott! You are
the true embodiment of good sportsmanship!
Even though my shifters were working again, we were concerned about them
going out again later in the race.
Therefore, we went through with the purchase of the Breezer. I wound up being able to ride my original
Marin for the rest of the race, but if I hadn’t bought the Breezer, I’m sure I
would have needed it.
Side note:
I’m going to auction the Breezer. Any final bid amount over what Robert and I paid for it will be
donated to Wellspring Living, our Sorella RAAM charity. Wellspring Living helps victims of domestic
minor sex trafficking (www.wellspringliving.org). I hope we can make this a great fundraiser
for them!
Monday,
June 22, 2015
As we rode
into the night, Korey and I passed through the Navajo nation. RAAM headquarters cautioned us that some of
the earlier riders had encountered wild dogs in the area, but fortunately we
didn’t see any.
During my
next sleep shift, we crossed into Utah.
I woke up as the sun rose and saw that we were approaching Monument
Valley:
All four of
us got to ride through a portion of Monument Valley. I was riding when we passed the distinctive
Mexican Hat formation, which was also a RAAM time station. Time stations were set up approximately every
50 miles, but I think this was the first one that we passed while I was riding. Every time a racer reached a time station,
the follow van called the time into RAAM headquarters. The vehicle carried a transponder, which
verified the location and allowed live tracking of the team.
Spending
relatively little time in Utah, we soon crossed into Colorado. We eagerly anticipated the time station at
Durango. This was one of two time
cutoffs that we had to make. Not only
did we make it in plenty of time, we also learned that we had no time
penalties! Yea!
I was in the
RV when we stopped at Durango, and I dipped my feet into the COLD Animas River
before beginning my next ride shift:
The late
afternoon sun was beautiful as it shone on the fields and increasingly taller
mountains. We were obviously getting
closer to our crossing point over the Rockies, Wolf Creek Pass. Korey and I rode a good bit of the way up the
10,856-foot climb. After a team
transition, Jennifer and Lauren finished the climb and made the descent.
Tuesday,
June 23, 2015
Korey and I
began our next ride shift at about 1:00 AM.
All things considered, I felt pretty good, but I couldn’t understand why
I wasn’t going any faster than I was.
The crew in the leapfrog van explained that we were still doing some
significant climbing, and the altitude was high. (It was hard for me to tell what was going on
in the dark and in my late-night, fuzzy mental state.) Only later did I learn that Korey and I
climbed to an elevation over 9,000 feet!
No wonder the going was slow.
That shift
wound up lasting about six hours. On my
fourth leg, I wasn’t feeling too great.
In fact, that was one of the toughest legs I experienced all week. I wasn’t yet aware of just how high we were
climbing, I had fallen asleep in the leapfrog van, and my stomach was pretty
wonky. Trying to bring some levity to
the situation, I imagined that evil gnomes were attacking me. When I told this to the crew, Peyton asked,
“How do you know they’re gnomes instead of elves?’’ Immediately I replied, “Because I’m friends
with the elves.”
Miraculously,
I felt much better after that tough leg.
We still had a little more climbing to do, but the sun began to rise as
we approached the summit. Then came a
fun descent! It was nice to have a
little relief as our shift was ending.
Not only that, the alpine meadows and surrounding mountains were
breathtaking in the dawn light. I even
did my best Julie Andrews.
After some
refreshing sleep, I woke up to see that we were in the plains. I asked Divya if we were in Kansas yet. She said no, but we might as well have been
because eastern Colorado looks so similar to Kansas. As expected, the plains were windy. Fortunately, we didn’t have much full-on
headwind, just crosswinds and the occasional welcome tailwind. The crosswinds were significant; I felt like
I was a one-person echelon. Even so, we
made good time, averaging upwards of 25 mph.
That ride
shift ended just as we were crossing into Kansas. Neither Korey nor I had ever been to Kansas
before, and so we rode the last mile of our shift together so that we could
cross the Kansas state line together.
That was definitely a highlight of the journey!
Wednesday,
June 24, 2015
The next
ride shift got us into the early hours of Wednesday. My final pull of that shift was another high
point of the trip. Although I was tired,
I got a huge energy boost. Peyton had
downloaded Rush’s Clockwork Angels
album onto his phone. I love Rush and
this album, particularly the title track.
In fact, Korey (another big Rush fan) and I kind of adopted this song as
our RAAM theme song. Peyton let me
borrow his phone. I cranked up the
volume, put the phone in my jersey pocket, and crushed the last few miles of my
shift. Jamming across the plains of
Kansas in the middle of the night to this fantastic music is something I won’t
soon forget. I did find that it’s kind
of hard to headbang while riding.
The good
feeling carried over for me as I began my next ride shift the following
morning. The temperature was great. The giant chicken made an appearance. We went through Towanda, Kansas, which
reminded me of the movie Fried Green
Tomatoes: TOWANDA! Finally, I saw a
sign at a business that had some good advice: Life is too short to be anything
but happy.
Although I was
having a great time in Kansas, everyone else seemed to hate it. There was some bad juju going on amongst the
group. I tried to insulate myself from
it for several reasons; I generally try to avoid conflict anyway, and I thought
it was most important for me to simply focus on riding my best.
Poor
communication seemed to be our biggest problem.
The RV and minivans couldn’t always talk to each other because cell
phone coverage was spotty, and we didn’t have CB radios like we thought we
would (planning breakdown). Korey and I
had begun several ride shifts thinking we would be riding four hours, but they
seemed to keep expanding to five or even six hours because we couldn’t get the
RV to the right location for the team exchange.
She and I got frustrated because we would find out about these time
extensions after already having ridden for several hours. We didn’t mind riding longer, but we could
have prepared better mentally, nutritionally, etc. if we had known before the
shift started. It got to the point where
Korey and I just assumed that we would be riding for five to six hours even
though it was supposed to be four. I
think Jennifer and Lauren had about as many of these unexpected ride extensions
as Korey and I did. It was hard on all
of us, and it likely increased our overall race time.
We had other
issues as well, including poorly defined roles and probably just some
out-and-out personality conflicts.
Again, I avoided as much of the turmoil as I could and tried to be as
positive as possible, hoping that would make it easier for everyone else.
Kansas was
one of the highest mileage states, seeming to go on and on. Many people complained about the monotony,
but I found it rather meditative. It
reminded me of Peach Peloton (winter training) rides when I’ve gotten dropped in
bleak kaolin country in Georgia. Kansas
was just greener and windier.
We were now
more than halfway through RAAM, and everyone was looking forward to getting to
Missouri. As we crossed the state line,
the terrain began to get hillier, and tempers started to soothe. That evening the RV stopped for a little
while at a small-town park. We took some
food to a picnic table and had what resembled an actual meal! It’s amazing how we usually don’t pay
attention to life’s little luxuries like this.
Thursday,
June 25, 2015
Missouri was
a particularly pretty state. It just
gave me a sense of Americana. Riding
through the night, I enjoyed the pleasant temperatures, listened to the frogs
calling, and even picked up a whiff or two of mimosa, which reminded me of
home. Toward the end of that shift, we
did a rider exchange next to a church. I
never knew that my husband Robert and I have a saint!
Sometime
that morning we crossed into Illinois.
The rest of the day brought several treats, including a shower at a truck stop
and more excellent culinary creations from Divya: salad made of spinach,
rotisserie chicken, tomatoes, and chia seeds with lemon rind and salt sprinkled
on top plus a bottle of water with lemon juice and salt – so delicious and
refreshing! Also, I was psyched as we
crossed into Jasper County, Illinois because I live in Jasper County,
Georgia. I couldn’t help but feel a
kinship. Maybe that set the stage for
the wonderful hospitality we received there from the kind people at St. Thomas School
& Church. The RV stopped in their
parking lot for a team exchange. A
priest, another church worker, and half a dozen children came out to see what
we were all about. They warmly offered
to let us use the restroom in the parish center gym. They said that would have had done more for us
if they had known we were coming. Thank
you, friends!
We continued
on into Indiana. I don’t remember much
about Indiana, probably because we went through it pretty quickly. Oh, wait – how could I forget the fire at the
meat packing plant? Korey and I were
about to begin a ride shift. Literally
about 10 seconds before the RV could drive through a particular intersection,
the police and fire department closed off the road we were supposed to take. We could see the fire in the distance. Extremely luckily for us, some RAAM officials
happened to be right there to help us figure out what to do. We stayed in our vehicles as they led us on a
detour to get back on course, and they gave us a time credit for the delay,
which was beyond our control.
By the way,
we had several other detours during the week.
We knew about some ahead of time, like some reroutes near the
Mississippi River due to flooding.
Others we had to deal with on the fly, like the meat packing plant fire
and a couple of bridges that were out.
RAAM officials were always most helpful and fair as they worked with
us. I guess all this just added to the
adventure.
Sometime
around midnight we passed the time station in Bloomington, Indiana. That was a big mental milestone for me
because at that point we had about 300 km per person left to go. I can do a 300K brevet straight through in
about 13 hours, including stops. Here I
had to do that distance in even more manageable, smaller chunks. I knew I would make it to the end!
Friday,
June 26, 2015
My first
ride shift on Friday began at sunrise.
We were only about half a mile from the Ohio state line:
Even though
I was buoyed by having relatively little distance left, it wasn’t all rainbows
and butterflies after that. In fact,
Friday was one of the most difficult parts of the ride for me. Korey and I rode a shift that lasted from
about 6:00 – 10:00 AM. I felt
particularly tired at the end of that one, and so I went to sleep immediately
when our next rest shift began. After I
slept a couple of hours, I woke up and had the lowest energy level I’d had all
week. I was afraid that that would be
the status quo for the remainder of the race and that I’d somehow have to force
myself to the end. Michelle to the
rescue!
Michelle is
a dietician and immediately recognized that my blood sugar was low. My muscles didn’t have any glucose stored,
and my liver didn’t have much glycogen, either.
She had me drink a Sprite to get some sugar into my system right
away. Then, she had me follow that with
some yogurt to keep my blood sugar level from spiking too quickly. Within about two minutes I felt so much
better, and she said my color returned.
I know it’s just chemistry, but it seemed like magic!
I focused on
eating more carbohydrates for the rest of the race. I had been as diligent as I could about
getting enough protein, but at that point I needed more carbs. More than anything, it was an indicator of
just how hard it is to get enough fuel on such an endurance event, even when
you feel like you’re constantly eating.
Food is truly your fuel, and you stop viewing it in its usual
pleasurable, social terms. Sometimes it
was a matter of simply finding something to eat that sounded tolerable.
One other
note about fueling: I made a point to eat a variety of healthy, real foods
throughout RAAM, and it served me quite well.
This is the way I trained and the way I live my life in general. Not to say that I never enjoy an occasional
treat, but that’s the key – occasional.
It was interesting to see different racers’ approaches to fueling during
RAAM. Some rely much more heavily on
supplements, and I even talked to one guy who swears by McDonald’s
cheeseburgers because they have protein, fat, and carbohydrates. Hmm…
The people
of Ohio seemed especially friendly to me.
Several even pulled up beside me while I was riding, giving words of
encouragement through their rolled down car windows. It’s amazing how something seemingly so small
can make such a difference. It reminds
me to look for opportunities to encourage other people, whether it’s in cycling
or anything else.
It seemed
kind of strange that we expected to finish the next day because we still had
several more states to go through. Next
up was West Virginia. It was another new
state for Korey and me, and so we crossed the line together again. However, this time we got documentation:
Saturday,
June 27, 2015
West Virginia
was quite memorable because most of my riding there was in the middle of the
night. It’s also where the rain began in
earnest. Nothing like a 2-mile, 9%
descent in the rain at 2:00 AM to wake you up!
I’ll never
forget the end of that shift. It was one
of the best examples of how humor helped me get through the week. Korey and I finished riding sometime before
sunrise. When we got back into the RV,
holy moly!! I’ve never smelled anything
so horrible in all my life. The crew
hadn’t been able to find a location to dump the RV tanks, and the black water
(sewage) tank was backing up into the sink.
It was like being in a medieval village.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if we had had an outbreak of bubonic plague.
Korey and I
resigned ourselves to simply trying to go to sleep. At least we would be unconscious amid the
stench. We opened the windows in our
sleeping compartment and crawled under the blankets to shield ourselves from
the cool, damp night air. All of a sudden,
Korey said, “Wait, I have something!”
She pulled out a small bottle of air freshener. “It’s been blessed,” she assured me. So, Korey sprayed her blessed air freshener
all around us. As we rumbled down the
road in the back of the RV, being jostled about in the now marginally-less-stinky
dark, I thought about the absurdity of the whole situation. Who in their right minds would subject
themselves to such conditions? I started
laughing, which got Korey laughing. We
had a satisfying giggle-fest before drifting off to sleep.
I’m glad I
looked ahead in the route book. We
actually went into Maryland for a while before crossing into Pennsylvania and
then back into Maryland for the finish.
It would have been confusing if I hadn’t check the remaining route. Regardless, we were starting to smell the
barn – only a few hundred miles left.
Those last few hundred miles seemed to take forever, though. We were still in the Appalachians, which
slowed us down a great deal.
I really
didn’t mind the climbing, but it was tough mentally because it rained. And rained.
And rained. I think we rode
through the rain for about 18 hours.
Later we learned that Maryland had more rain that month than any June on
record. Thanks to good gear and
adrenaline, I managed not to get cold despite being pretty thoroughly
soaked. The rain was probably more
intense than I realized because I was so focused on the finish line.
In the
afternoon we switched to all-hands-on-deck.
That meant that all four of us racers would rotate turns until we
reached the finish, with Jennifer and Lauren operating out of one van and Korey
and me operating out of the other. I
knew from the beginning that we planned to do this toward the end of the
race. The only problem is that we never
fleshed out ahead of time exactly what all-hands-on-deck meant. How long would our pulls be? For how many miles or how many hours before
the end would all four of us be riding?
I suppose I should have asked these questions earlier, but because I had
never done RAAM before, I assumed that someone with more experience would make
these decisions. Although we worked
through it, this is another example of our how we could have improved our
logistics.
The
mechanicals, the climbs, the descents, the detours, the rain – all this faded
into insignificance as I rode through Gettysburg National Military Park in
Pennsylvania. What an honor to be the
one person on my team to get to ride through here. I couldn’t help but be struck by the
somberness of the fields where so many Americans killed each other in the
bloodiest battle of our history. The
killings in Charleston just before RAAM loomed in my mind, too; in some ways,
it seems like we humans haven’t made much progress. Gettysburg is the only point during the race
where I felt emotional. That didn’t last
very long, however, because I was jarred back to the race when we came upon yet
another detour…
A park
ranger stopped us and said that our intended route was blocked due to a flooded
area. Our wonderful crew coordinated yet
again with RAAM headquarters to find a solution. The ranger said that one vehicle (not both)
could drive through, but cyclists could not ride through. I climbed into the leapfrog van, which
ferried me across the flooded area and deposited me safely on the other
side. The other van met up with us a
short time later after a reroute, and we got another small time credit for the
delay.
We passed
the second time station that was also a time cutoff, Mt. Airy, Maryland. As with the first cutoff in Durango,
Colorado, we arrived in plenty of time and, thankfully, still had no time
penalties. We only had about 50 miles to
go. Were we really getting close to the
end? Time seemed to slow down. To add to the anxiety, my van got lost. Jennifer and Lauren were riding with their
follow vehicle, and so we were still making progress, but Korey and I needed to
get back on course to relieve them. I
watched helplessly from the back of the van while Dan and Emily tried to find
the way. Tensions were high. I wished I could help, but I knew that I
would just make it worse at that point by trying to jump into the fray.
We did have
a bit of comic relief when Dan stopped to ask directions from a man standing in
his driveway. The man said that he was
too drunk to help. At least he was
honest.
The sun went
down, and we were still off course. The
transponder was in our van, and so even though Jennifer and Lauren and their
follow vehicle were right where they should have been, people following us
through the live tracking system were starting to freak out. My mother was particularly worried. She even posted on our Sorella RAAM Facebook
page, telling us to turn on such-and-such highway. Ha ha – as if we’d be consulting our Facebook
page to figure out which way to go.
At last we caught
up to the other van – hallelujah! By
that time, Jennifer and Lauren had ridden so long that we all agreed that Korey
and I would finish it out. We had about
15 miles to go, but the last five or so miles was really a ceremonial
finish. There was a preliminary finish
line that determined our race time. Once
a team crossed that preliminary finish line, 20 minutes were added to the total
race time, no matter how long it took to get from there to the ceremonial
finish line at the Annapolis harbor.
Similar to the parade start, this ceremonial finish allowed all team
members to join together as they crossed the finish line.
So, Korey
and I had about 10 miles of actual racing left.
She took the first half, and I took the second half. I couldn’t believe it – I was going to get to
cross what amounted to the real finish line!
I was determined to ride as hard as I could. When my time came, I raced like I was in the
state time trial championship. I knew I
was going hard because I gasped for air with my mouth hanging open, like I always
do during time trials. At last, here
came the finish line. I crossed the line
and raised my fist in victory!
Post-Race
We regrouped
at a designated gas station a short distance beyond the preliminary finish
line. A RAAM official was there to
escort us the remaining few miles to the dock in downtown Annapolis. We had just one small glitch: coming up with
a working front light and working rear light for each of us so that all four of
us could ride together to the finish. Our
lights had long ago become community property.
Some lights had quit working, and we didn’t have just one person
designated to keep up with recharging them as we should have. Every time one of us had started a shift, our
crew scrambled to make sure we had adequate lights, swapping from here, there,
and yonder. So, here at the end we were
scrounging, even borrowing a light from the nice RAAM official who was driving
the escort vehicle. Consistent with our
shoestring, gum, and duct tape methods of the entire race, we managed to get it
done.
We rolled
into the dock area, having to take a slight detour even in the last few hundred
feet to avoid a flooded area. As we
crossed the final finish line, our families, friends, and crew cheered,
clapped, and took about a gazillion pictures.
I was so happy! As I planned, the
first thing I did was give Robert a big hug and kiss. Someone handed us bouquets of flowers and a
couple of bottles of sparkling wine. (I
recognized the cheap stuff – the same brand I’ve bought for the podiums at the
Macon Cycling Classic that my team hosted for a number of years. Ha ha!)
I did my best to shake up the bottle and spray it generously on the
people near me.
The
announcer instructed us to take off our helmets and walk on stage. There we received finishers’ medals and had a
little more pomp and circumstance.
It
was around midnight, and I couldn’t believe we had such a good crowd to welcome
us. A couple of other teams were even
there, including the cute Germans who had sat behind us at the racers’ meeting
back in Oceanside.
The next
morning, I actually felt pretty normal.
I was able to get about six hours of sleep – extravagant! Almost our entire group met for lunch because
many of the crew were flying home that afternoon before the RAAM banquet Sunday
evening. We went to a nearby seafood
restaurant, where we had some of Maryland’s famous crabs. That afternoon while Robert went for a ride on a
local cycling trail, I went back to
downtown Annapolis and enjoyed the waterside.
That evening
we attended the second of the three RAAM banquets. (One was held Saturday night, Sunday night,
and Monday night to accommodate differing finish times.) The Aussies and Brits made it a lot more fun
than your typical banquet. They led
various cheers and singalongs, even getting everyone standing on their chairs
at one point. Additionally, each team
and solo racer in attendance received awards.
All in all, it was quite a fun evening and a fitting finale to the week.
One last
note: Lots of love to my wonderful husband Robert. He fully supported me from day one when I
told him about this wild adventure I wanted to get into. He picked up the slack in so many ways as I spent
hours training, he rode a bunch of those training miles with me, and he always
had an encouraging word. On top of that,
he didn’t even mind spending his birthday driving back home from Annapolis with
me! Neither of us ever really wants or
needs anything for birthdays, Christmas, etc.; therefore, it can be challenging
to come up with gift ideas. This is what
I gave him for this year’s birthday, a bottle filled with soil samples from
each of the 12 states we visited during RAAM: California, Arizona, Utah,
Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia,
Pennsylvania, and Maryland.
Although I
got into RAAM rather by chance, I’m so glad I took the opportunity. It was such a fun, rewarding week even with a
few bumps in the road. I actually
trained harder than I raced, which made RAAM so much more enjoyable. Although I would do the race itself again, I
wouldn’t go through the necessary training again, purely because it was such a
time commitment for so many months that I wouldn’t be able to replicate.
Thank you again to my teammates, my crew, and
everyone who prayed, sent good wishes, donated, liked our Facebook page, or
gave us any support in any way. We
couldn’t have made it without you! Peace
and love. Ride on!
