Ready to roll...

...and roll, and roll, and then roll some more. Tomorrow I'll do my first Century Ride on a road bike in the Fireweed 100. My goal is to finish in 6 hours. That would require me to hold about a 16 mph pace. I figure with stops, that's not unreasonable.

The bike is all set up and ready to go. I changed the tire that had a hole in it, changed the stem so that I could reach the handlebars comfortably, and cleaned and lubed the chain.



Now I just need to pedal. I have no idea what to expect from this ride. I expect that at some point along the way I will get bored. Pedal, pedal, pedal. Pavement, pavement, pavement.

As you can see, I am so not a roadie, but have had some fun riding a road bike around town this spring. It will probably be a once and done thing. But who knows, I've been surprised before.



It's one of those things that if you cycle in Alaska, you just have to do at some point. Last year, I saw how much fun Brian's relay team had. I really wanted to do the 200 as a relay, but alas my teammate dropped out at the last minute.

I'm doing the 100 solo. I didn't even know what the difference between Road Race and Solo meant until this week. I thought solo was solo and Road Race meant you were a part of a team that can draft off of each other.




But I found out that you can ride the Road Race by yourself and just draft off of anyone out there. I don't even know how to draft and to be honest riding that close to someone and ESPECIALLY having someone ride that close behind me makes me want to puke Raspberry Gu all over the place, so that it sprays back into this jackasses face that is riding my bumper. Oops a little bit of road rage there, sorry.

I'm doing the solo.

We're headed up to Sheep Mountain today after work. Hopefully some of the smoke clears before the race tomorrow morning. After I'm finished racing I'll be driving to Valdez to meet Team Muschi Schmerzen and my mom (who is going on a boat ride) at the 200 finish line.

I'll report back after the weekend!

My "interesting" fit

I was told after the 24 hours of Matanuska that my positioning on the bike looked "interesting". Naturally, my stubborn self was like, "WTF? I look good on the bike! Why is everyone analyzing my position? My position is awesome."

But then I saw this picture of myself riding that night and thought, Hmm, interesting....



Very interesting...



...and not so awesome.

I had scheduled a fitting for my mountain bike awhile back, but I thought they would just make small changes in order to make my pedaling more efficient. Boy, was I wrong. Dead wrong.

I went to Chain Reaction yesterday and went through the whole fitting process, which took about an hour and a half.

They changed everything! I was set up ALL WRONG. I had no idea how much thought goes into fitting a bike correctly. I'm new at this.

After the changes were made and I was pedaling on the trainer in the shop, I felt so different on that bike. I was more comfortable, AND more powerful. It felt... natural. I have never felt natural on a mountain bike. I always felt like I was struggling and I guess after awhile my body just adjusted to that to allow me to ride for long periods of time.

I left the shop all smiles, and took the bike up to Hillside and rode the STA singletrack. Holy shit! (Sorry mom) but I climbed those trails like never before. It was... so... easy. Easy? Yes.

This is me talking who loves to whine about climbing.

I'm just saying, getting fitted is my new favorite thing to do.

My Mom is here!

This is my mom. Although she thinks most of the things we do here are crazy, I'd like to think I get some of my adventurous spirit from her.

The first time my mom came to Alaska to visit was four years ago. Brian and I had just moved here a few months before and then I proceeded to break my leg a month later. I was on crutches for her entire trip.

But she let me drop her off in the mountains and went hiking by herself while Brian and I went to work. She climbed Flattop and then later I heard her calling her friends saying, "You should see the mountain I just climbed!" We don't have mountains in Pennsylvania, so this was a big deal.



Later that week she caught the biggest Halibut I have ever seen. It was at least 100 pounds. It took up the entire floor of the boat we were on. We were eating it for two years after she left and she took half of it home. I think there still might be some pieces left hidden in the back of our freezer somewhere.

She came back up to visit with my sister two years later. By that time Alaska was old hat to her. She was cheering my sister up Flattop when Angie just wanted to sit down and take in the view.



And now, four years after her first visit, she is in Alaska again, which will make her our most visiting visitor of all time. I remember when I told her I was moving to Alaska she said, "What do you want to live all the way up there for?"

But judging by the number of trips she has taken here, I think it's safe to say she likes it.

Oh, and I definitely get my fashion sense from her...

Toe Update

I went back to the doctor today because, well, the toe is still not lifting. It wouldn't really be a problem because I have figured out that I don't use it very much, but it hangs down and gets in the way.

It really hasn't caused me any problems, but I have been slightly worried. I did everything the PT told me to do. I yelled at the toe to lift. I moved my other toes back and forth and strained to flex my little toe to no avail. Eventually I stopped going to PT because there was no point.

The doctor and I determined that the tendon is no longer attached. It was not just "sleeping". He said I could either leave it how it is, or have surgery again. Leaving it this way would require me to tape it every day for the rest of my life. So I chose surgery.

But the good news is that I can pick when my surgery will be. I told the doctor about the Soggy Bottom and he said it's fine if I wait until after then. Then he proceed to drill me with questions about the race, not because he was worried about my toe, but because he has ridden the resurrection trail from Hope to Cooper and back and was intrigued. I may have just recruited a new racer!

I'm going to have the surgery about 10 days after the Soggy Bottom. Then I have to wear a big boot for 4 weeks. I won't be able to run or bike during that time, but to be honest I think I'm going to be all trained out. I had scheduled a month of recovery before starting to think about any more races, so this will work out well.

The only big inconvenience is that I won't be able to do any hard hiking. And I'll probably lose much of the fitness I gained from training. I will be fully recovered by mid-September though and be ready to go to Moab in October. Woohoo!

That's all for now.

On the Road Again

My legs are finally feeling fresh again after a week of recovery riding, hiking, hot tubs and stretching. Since I have had visitors lately and I have been starving ever since the 24 hour race, my food intake has been pretty high.

I don't think I have ever eaten so much red meat in one week (and cookies). I have been craving burgers and steak. I even ate a burger for breakfast one day. Fish just wasn't going to cut it. My body needs the protein and iron after the 12 hour race.

Tonight I went out for an easy ride on the Powerline Trail. Funny how those hills don't even seem like hills anymore. Even the "big one" back up to the parking lot. I was nowhere near granny gear, and didn't even stop at the top of the hill. Okay so maybe I am stronger.

Saturday is another big race for me - the Fireweed 100. Originally I was going to do the 200 as a relay, but my teammate dropped out.

It's probably better that way. I will get about six hours of continuous riding in. I need time in the saddle. And it will be cool to do my first Century! Six hours is a rough estimate, actually I have no idea how long it will take.

Here is the road bike I'll be riding, but with a shorter stem. Thanks Tony!



I feel like I did some great mental training in the 12 hours of Matanuska. I was able to train my brain to stop thinking about the finish line and just enjoy what I was doing in each moment. It really worked and got rid of some of the anxiety about being able to finish. If I think, the only thing I need to do right now is pedal, the miles just fly by.

My mom arrives tomorrow afternoon, so it will be a challenge to stay on my training schedule next week. I'll be doing a bit of recovering from the Fireweed while we spend some time down in Seward early in the week, then back to Soggy training.

The Role of Alaskan Tour Guide

Having visitors from the lower 48 can be both exciting and exhausting. I wear myself out planning for weeks before they arrive to make sure they have the quintessential Alaskan experience.

It's always a delicate balance between pushing them to their limits and having time to relax and take in the solitude of Alaska. You have to know how much your visitors are able to do physically and what they can take mentally. I always want them to experience Alaska the way we do every weekend, but sometimes that's not always possible because of physical limitations.

The Smiths were a fantastic couple to have here. They have very little mountain experience, so I did all of the planning and packing, but physically they are stronger hikers than me. Even carrying their first 30 pound packs, they seemed to be jogging up the trail ahead of me.

That being said, I'd like to point out that sometimes as a host you have to pick up the slack. You have to chop the wood when the guests are tired. You have to cook the meals. You have to work hard searching for wildlife on the Denali bus. You have to carry the extra gear. I love doing all of this, if it means they have a better time. But sometimes your guests slack off a little too much. I will illustrate this point with a series of photographs...

During our rafting trip on the Matanuska River last Friday I remember having to do a lot of paddling after noticing Mike, who was sitting in front of me, seemed to be holding is paddle way up in the air most of the time. Maybe he was trying not to smudge his makeup, I don't know. But it wasn't until I studied the photos that I fully understood what was going on.

Here's Mike taking a photo op...



Note that his paddle is not touching the water...



These two are along for a Sunday ride...



Again very little paddle to water contact. Mostly they were just laughing at Brian getting pounded in the face by waves.

Now look at me and Brian...obviously doing ALL of the work.



Your welcome guests. Without us you would still be floating down that river.

The 10 day Smith tour

For the past 10 days I've been showing my friends Laurie and Mike from Pennsylvania around the state of Alaska. It was their first time here, their first time backpacking, their first time seeing a grizzly bear, their first time white water rafting and their first time walking on a glacier.

To say that we have had fun over the last 10 days would be an understatement. Here are some photos from their trip.

They hiked up to Reed Lakes (my favorite hike in Alaska) with Laura while I was riding in the 24 hour race.



Tuesday and Wednesday we backpacked up to the Kesugi Ridge and along the ridge for a bit.



I thought it would be a boring straight forward ridge, but the section we hiked between Ermine Hill and Byer's Lake had many valleys to explore in between. We wandered off the trail to set up our campsite with a spectacular unobstructed view of Denali.



This lake was hidden just over a bump by our campsite. The sun was up all night



By the time we got to our campsite the mountain was out and stayed out all through the next morning when we hiked back down to the car.



We drove the rest of the way up to Denali and rode the bus, which I was not particularly thrilled about, but it worked out because we actually got some sleep on the bus in between wildlife sightings.



After making a stop at home to repack we headed out to the Matanuska River to do a rafting trip in the Lion's Head rapids.



We camped next to the Matanuska glacier that night and stayed up till 5am.



The tour finished on the 4th with a hike out on the Mat glacier, then back to Anchorage for a party.



I always get stressed when people come to visit because I want them to see everything. We didn't get to do any mountain biking with them or take them down south to the Kenai to fish at all, but it sounds like they will be back again in the years to come.

We put them on a plane to PA this morning at 7am and are crashing hard today. We have three days to clean up the house, sort the gear, get some bike training in, and relax, before my mom and her boyfriend arrive on Wednesday.

Summer in Alaska is already short, but it goes so fast because you never have time to stop and think. It's a series of packing, going on a trip, unpacking, and getting ready for the next trip.

The weather has been amazing for the last week or so. Today it feels like 80 degrees. I just called my mom to tell her that she does, in fact, need to pack shorts. Hopefully the weather holds.

Nutrition for 12 hour solo & Congrats to my friends

I've been super busy showing my friends from Pennsylvania around, but I wanted to get this down, in order to keep record of it and to share it with all of you. Last Saturday I learned that when you read that nutrition is important in an endurance race, believe it.

I think this is the single most important thing that will allow you to keep going for a long period of time. I believe paying close attention to my nutrition on Saturday was the best thing that I could have done.

I experimented a bit in this race. I knew that a 24 hour race would be a good place to figure out what worked and what didn't. At most I had to ride 10 miles at a time and if anything gave me problems I could sort them out at the checkpoint when I came through.

I planned vigorously before the race. I had to. I'm not the kind of person who can just wing it. I would never survive. Some people can eat Spaghettios, then ride 4 fast laps, then drink beer and eat ribs for 4 hours and then ride for 3 more laps, winning the "hot" lap (the fastest lap between 2 and 5 am).

Not me. I figured out exactly how many calories, fluids, and electrolytes I would need per hour. I gave myself a range so that I could adjust depending on how I felt.

My food and fluid intake over 12 hours consisted of this: two bottles of highly concentrated Accelerade, about 120 ounces of plain water, 12 Endurolyte capsules, bagels with cream cheese cut into quarters, one bite of a banana, 12 shot blocks, watermelon, and some Coke for caffeine before the last three hours.

Oh yeah, and some recycled electrolytes that I licked off of my face when I forgot to take Endurolytes on one lap. That's one advantage to having a salty face. Also, about 15 to 20 bugs. (That part was unplanned)

Using Accelerade at a higher concentration is something that I wanted to try so that I wouldn't have to refill the bottle every lap. Every time I took a small sip of the Accelerade I would wash it down with water to make it the correct concentration. It took me a few laps to get this right, because I started to get some stomach cramping and heart burn early on.

About halfway through my first lap on Saturday I felt the heat beating down on me. I was worried about this because well, I sweat a lot. I don't just sweat a lot "for a girl". I sweat a lot for a human being. I'm part Italian, give me a break.

Because I was worried about dehydration, I was drinking a lot of water early on. But then my stomach felt full, I almost threw up and I started to feel "weird". I took this as a sign that I was doing something wrong and adjusted my fluid and sport drink intake.

It's funny, if you just listen to your body it will tell you what to do.

I felt strong the entire race (until the last lap), so I figure I was doing something right. I have only a few more weeks to do a little tweaking for the Soggy Bottom, so I'll need to do some long practice rides before then.

Lastly I just want to say thank you to all of the volunteers and race directors that put this race on. The course was awesome, the people were great cheering me on every time I came through, the food was good, and I had a fantastic time!

And congratulations to my friends that participated in the race - Brian, Amber, Yrjo, Oscar, Jill, Julie, and Tony! You guys rock and inspire me to stick with it!

Oh and I met a bunch of cool people along the way too. I don't know most of your names but good job to you too and thanks for being so nice when you had to pass me!

Photo taken from adn.com

24 Hours of Matanuska

Yesterday I had the best day of mountain biking of my life. Before 24 hours ago, my longest mountain bike ride was only 6 hours and about 40 miles. Yesterday I rode 12.5 hours pretty much non stop on mostly singletrack for a total of 72 miles.



And I felt great. The entire time. It was totally unexpected. It was the opposite of my experience last week.



I rolled into the start line at 12:20am after my last lap and could not believe what had just happened.

I went into the race thinking that I would ride for 6 hours and then probably crash, Maybe I would struggle through another lap or two. But 10pm rolled around (after 10 hours of riding) and I was having the best lap of the day. So when I came through the checkpoint at 10:30, I rode through and kept going. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined feeling that good after 10 and half hours of riding.



I'm am convinced now that my body is built for endurance. I used to think that I was a fast twitch muscle kind of person because when I was young, I could run really fast for short distances. But put me in a race of 1 mile or more and I struggled.



Things have changed. I'm obviously not fast. But I know now that I do have endurance. And my confidence in being able to complete the Soggy Bottom has been restored.



The way the 24 hour race is set up is probably the best kind of race for me. There is no finish line. There is no pressure to get to a certain point where people will be waiting for you. You just have 24 or 12 hours to ride and that works for me mentally and physically.

I can move along at my own pace knowing that I'm saving my legs for the next 12 hours and not have to worry about going slow. That allowed me to really enjoy the trails that I was riding. I could live in the moment and not think about where I would be riding in the future and when I would get there.



It helped that there was tons of fun singletrack followed by a beautiful grassy meadow with views of Matanuska Lake and Pioneer Peak. Every time I came up out into the meadow and got a break from the hills, my body and mind were refreshed. Any pain I felt before went away and I would roll into the finish line feeling really good.



After getting four laps in I decided to do a photo lap. I relaxed the entire lap, getting off the bike and taking photos every chance I got. I think this really did the trick in keeping me going. It was like a mini recovery. My next lap was the best one I had all day.

At the start of lap seven I rolled through the checkpoint and just kept going. It was 10:30 and I knew I had one more lap in me. The sun was starting to go down so I knew if I waited to start I would be riding in the dark. So I just kept on going.

About 10 minutes in is when I hit the wall. But I was glad that it had happened. I wanted to see if I could push myself through the pain. I talked myself through it. Every time I got through a certain section I would say, "That's the last time I have to do that hill." and "That's the last rooty singletrack I will ride today." and "Just the grassy meadow and I'm home free." I kept saying "You can do this. You are going to do this."

I crossed the finish with a huge smile on my face.

Here are some more pictures.

Monkee ready to go...



So many hills... there was about 1000 feet of climbing in each lap.



I walked quite a few of them...



7pm was significant because at that point I had ridden 7 hours making it my longest ride ever...



I clipped a tree after thinking, damn these trees are close, I wonder how many people have... boom, I was on the ground. What the hell just happened?


Happy to be done...



My friends greeted me at the finish line. I was soo happy to see them... and their beer.

Going Solo

The 24 Hours of Matanuska race is this Saturday. And hey, after almost having a breakdown and quitting mountain biking completely to live under the trees near Juneau Lake, why not sign up for a 24 hour race? It makes sense to me.

I'm going solo this weekend, but only for the 12 hour version. Noon to midnight on Saturday I'll be riding in circles around a "fun but brutal" 11-ish mile course in the Valley.

I figure this will be a test of my endurance and help me to feel what it's like to be on a bike for that long. I bet it feels awesome. Like a hot soak in a bubbly tub, or the first sip of beer after a hard day out, or like eating a whole apple pie with ice cream.

After that I'm going to drink beer for 12 hours.

Mostly because this girl will be here visiting me...



Laurie Jenkins Smith (or LJ Smith), like the football player, only better and probably stronger, is one of my closest and oldest friends. Her dad was my dad's best friend. This picture describes how much I love her. Laurie is the kind of girl who will always have your back, and she is definitely the girl you want on your side in a fight. We met before we were 1 year old, which means I have known her for 33 years, and she is coming to Alaska tomorrow. I can't wait.