Scott's CTR Blog: Training Summary

Last week was to be the biggest training week of the program at over 28 hours.

I was pretty worried about the IT band problems I had the weekend before. Because of my experience with IT band problems in the past, I knew that any serious flare up might mean the end of training and the race. I went to the doctor and she suggested that we wait on any steroid injections until the week was over, because the steroids can weaken the tissue in the short term, and won't provide much anti-inflammatory affect for two to three weeks. Since this was to be a high intensity week she didn't want to weaken anything.

During the week, the training volume was the usual. The weekend however was a long overnight. I have been trying to do the long overnights on the Colorado Trail to get to know the sections and because none of my local trails can provide the time required without doing laps on them.

I decided to go to Durango, and ride to Silverton. This would allow me to do a long ride without forcing me to ride back the same way to get back to my car. Instead I planned to take the narrow gauge train back to Durango.

It turned out to be an epic weekend both physically and mentally.

I left work early Friday to drive down to Durango, but due to a fire I had to take a longer route. I arrived around 10:00pm, had dinner, and started trying to figure out where to stay. I wasn't thinking clearly, and wasn't sure where the trail head was. I also left my detailed guide book at home, so I called Mickey and gave her the name of the trail head, and she gave me directions. I headed out of town towards the trail head, and eventually found a camp site along the way. I set the alarm for 5:00 am, and decide to just sleep in the front sear at around midnight. Comfy!

In the morning I continued up towards the trail head. The road turned into a very rough jeep road that was probably too rough for my Subaru, and made progress very slow. This didn't feel right at all. I was getting way to high, and it didn't feel like I was in the right place. Finally I found a place to park and decided it would be easier to ride my bike the rest of the way. I eventually reached the trail head after about 1000 feet of climbing, only to realize that it was the wrong trail head. I was at Kennebek Pass trail head, one trail head out from the Junction Creek trail head near Durango. Continuing from this point would have eliminated the first 20 miles and 6500 feet of climbing from the ride, so I headed back to the car and drove to the correct trail head. It's now 9:30.

I start riding the section, wondering how my IT band will handle the weekend. I start to feel some pain, and decide to negotiate some mental ground rules with myself. This weekend ride is epic by any normal standards, and is bound to be really beautiful. I decide that if my IT band has a serious flare up early in the ride, I will turn back and probably not do the race. If it flares up past the half way point I will continue on and try to enjoy the accomplishment of this ride, and then probably not do the race. If it doesn't flare up I figure that my gratitude will make the normal suffering more bearable, and I will enjoy the ride into Silverton. Well, the IT band creaked and moaned for a little while and then went to sleep. I really didn't have an issue with it. ( My gratitude wore off pretty quickly and the normal suffering took over )

I slogged along up the first 20 miles to Kennebek Pass. The pace was slow. It seems to get slower each time I go out. Around 2:30 I got caught in a nice thunderstorm with rain and hail. Fortunately, I was caught just a hundred yards inside the tree line, and was able hunker down under a large bristle-cone pine. At tree line, the temps fall very quickly in a storm and I scrambled to get rain gear on. Being cold and wet sucks, but this was a good mental test. The storm passed and I continued up towards the pass.

A few minutes later as I was pushing my bike up a scree field, I saw two riders coming down, and I pulled off to let them pass. ( Only because I was pushing ). As they came closer, I recognized the first rider and said something dorky like "I know who you are. You're Kurt Refsnider". It's funnier if you imagine me saying it with the voice of Larry the Cable Guy, AKA Mater. Kurt won the Tour Divide in 2011 and was featured in the Mike Dion film, "Reveal the Path".

He didn't stop to give me an autograph so I continued to push to the pass. ( Where I had already been 8 hours ago ) There were some tents setup, and I got some water from some people providing support for a 100 mile mountain bike race going on.

For the next 5 miles I met a number of riders doing the race that asked me if I was training for the CTR. Many of them either were doing it this year or had done it in the past. I was always pushing my bike, so it was easy to stop and talk. Have I mentioned that I was pushing my bike, a lot. I find that bringing a bike along is only really efficient if you can actually sit on it and pedal.

Fast forward to 9:30 pm. I left the trail head 12 hours before, and have only gone 43 miles, mostly above 11000 feet. It's now dark, and I have been riding a traversing trail running below a ridge on a steep slope. There haven't been any places to camp in a while, so when an "almost" flat, obvious campground shows up, I decide to call it a day. I want to push myself hard, but I'm not sure when the next camp will turn up, and I'm not riding very well in the dark on this narrow, sloping trail. I make up for it by setting the alarm for 4:00 am.

I'm up by 4:15 and moving by 4:30. The first task of the day is to push my bike up a 12000 foot pass. Guess what the second task is? As usual my pace is slow, and I start worrying that I won't make it to Silverton in time to catch the train. But the last 8 miles to Silverton turn out to be nice and fast, and I make it with 40 minutes to space.

The train ride back is very cool, but it's an old train. It's jerky and impossible to find a position to get some sleep.

Back in Durango I ride back to the trail head to get my car, gas up, fail to find the Starbucks, and head out of town. My plan is find a hotel somewhere along the way, but it's so late by the time I get to the Salida area, that I decide to just pull over and try to get some sleep before I pass out and crash. I got about an hour and a half of sleep, and then pushed on to Bailey where I did another half an hour. I made it to Denver around 6:00 am, found a 24 hour fitness and took a shower. Another 40 minute nap in the parking lot, and I was ready for another day at the office.

I think this was the most tired I have ever been. I fell asleep on the couch around 7:30 and slept very well through the night.