So to back up a few weeks or rather a year ago when I started training for this race. I remember finishing last year, flying high with hopes of a better race this year. In November I began my journey as a Spinning instructor which began my winter training for this race. In January I put together my team and registered as an all woman's team. In March I traded out our runner seeing how she would have been 32+ weeks along come race day for a male putting us in a MUCH MORE competitive bracket, but at that time I wasn't thinking winning, just having fun. As I continued to train my times got faster and faster, my legs got stronger and stronger. While I was training for this race I thought I would start to train for a Century Ride (100 miles) so my rides got a little slower, but lots longer with my longest ride 3 hours in May. Then I started to slack on the long rides, but kept at my speed days and shorter rides. Come June I knew my 100 mile ride wasn't going to happen this year (it will soon, I just couldn't prioritize the training this year), so all my training was spent on speed and this 25 mile ride. Which brings me to a few weeks ago and my friend Alice. Alice is an AMAZING athlete and equally amazing person. She motivates and inspires me. You see this smile on her face? Every race picture you see of her she has this smile (or bigger). I asked her about her race and how she could still be smiling at mile #60 she said "oh Amy, if you could only be inside my head during a race..." She then told me that she was writing her memoir about her latest race and would send it to me if I wanted to read it. Curious, I said yes please. So she sent it and I read it, and I was further inspired. She doesn't run with ear buds, she rarely runs with other people (not many can keep up with her) to talk with so she has 100s of inspirational/spiritual songs memorized and she sings them, and she talks to God and that is where that smile comes from. So a few weeks ago I started training a little differently for this race. I continued with my physical training, and I started collecting my songs that would help me along the way. I started preparing myself a little more spiritually.
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| this is Alice a few weeks ago she competed in the Sawtooth Relay, a 62 mile race usually run in teams of 6 people each running 2 legs of the race. Alice ran it Solo and in 11 hours 09 minutes placing her second in the solo division and the only woman running solo. |
The first song pops into my head immediately and isn't it appropriate that it would be "Put your shoulder to the wheel push along, do your duty with a heart full of song, we all have work, let no one shirk. Put your shoulder to the wheel." I chuckled out loud and felt the rhythm of the song push me a little faster, a little stronger.
Leading up to my race I said many prayers pleading that my body and my bike would function as we had prepared. So as I settled into the first few miles I started to talk with Heavenly Father, asking him to prompt me to inspire someone along the course. We had a good little talk and I was happy. I really felt that "Alice Smile" encompass me and life was good! I rode along keeping my pace of the first straight away right around 18-19 MPH there is a slight incline here and that is exactly what I expected. As we turned the corner onto our second straight away I felt a new energy soar through me and I was able to increased to 20-22 MPH for the majority of this street. I spoke to other riders as I felt inspired to, I continued to talk with my Heavenly Father. It was a beautiful morning for a ride, the cloud coverage was appreciated, the fields almost ready to harvest were a sight to behold.
Enters the second song into my head...
- There is beauty all around
When there's love at home;There is joy in ev'ry soundWhen there's love at home.Peace and plenty here abide,Smiling sweet on ev'ry side.Time doth softly, sweetly glideWhen there's love at home.Love at home, love at home;Time doth softly, sweetly glideWhen there's love at home.
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Kindly heaven smiles aboveWhen there's love at home;All the world is filled with loveWhen there's love at home.Sweeter sings the brooklet by;Brighter beams the azure sky.Oh, there's One who smiles on highWhen there's love at home.Love at home, love at home;Oh, there's One who smiles on highWhen there's love at home.
I turned onto the 3rd long straight away and again had a burst of new energy and speed and after a very slight hill increased to 23-24 MPH. I was loving every second of this ride. My legs felt strong, my bike felt smooth, the people around me were happy...and then...boom! I rode over a bridge and I know the exact moment things changed. The bridge was slightly raised and there was a hole right in front of me and I hit it just so. I rode another 1/2 mile or so and asked the guy next to me if he thought my tire was flat. He said "no, just a little low" I could handle that. I stopped and pumped it up with my speedy CO2 cartridge. I felt so high tech. Said a little prayer, clinging to faith that it would hold, got back on my bike and rode a little further. 1 mile down the road, mile 15, there was nothing left of my tube. It was shot. I blew it out completely. I was mad, frustrated, and felt betrayed. How could I go from one extreme to the other in such a short period of time?! I flagged down a race volunteer and asked them to help me change my tire...they responded with a "we can't, can we?" I responded with a "yes, that is why they have you riding the course in a razor isn't it?!" they responded with a well we better call and check... they received a chuckle from race head quarters and a "yes, that is your job!" so we got to work taking the tire off, replacing the tube, and then waiting foooorrrreeevvveeerrr, watching every other biker for miles behind catch and pass me, for a pump because they didn't think they needed to pack one, and I didn't have a spare CO2 cartridge. I am VERY grateful for my little "pit crew". My adrenaline was firing so much I am not sure I could have done it by myself! We got it changed, we got it pumped. I looked at the time noting that 25+ minutes had passed.
I knew my time for winning was shot, but I wanted to finish strong. I got back on my bike and for the rest of that straight away I averaged 23-24 MPH. My thoughts started to race, not with songs of inspiration but of bitterness and negativity..."if only", "why me", "I prayed", "I sang", "am I not good enough"...I slowed down to 14 MPH and really just wanted to stop and cry. The anger controlled my ride for about 3 miles. I saw a gentleman up ahead struggling and I had every intention of passing him without saying a word, content to continue in my "woe is me" attitude. Something happened when I looked over at him as I caught up to him. I thought "What would Alice do?" I KNOW she would not let this get her down, and neither would I. I shoved my negative thoughts aside. We only had 8 more miles and as I passed him I told him. He replied with "yeah, eight too many!" I slowed my pace to match his for a minute and said "we are so close, let's just pick them off 1/2 mile at a time. We are almost to the rollers, use the downhill ride to energize the uphill climb. We CAN do this!!" He smiled, I sped back up to 18-20 MPH. I now had a head wind and it started to rain on me. But I had a new determination to finish what I started, to speak to the other riders when inspired, I hit 27 MPH on one of the downhills. I said a prayer of thanks and finished strong.
I rolled into the transition area in 1:39:15. My goals were to finish in 1:15:XX, average 20 MPH and to hit a speed I have never hit (at least on that course). I DID! if you take off the 25 minutes of delay I rode it in 1:14:XX
Our poor runner had to leave out in a downpour, only to have the sun come out in full force at mile 4 of his 6.2. He didn't get to run it as fast as his training runs said he should have, and I felt bad for that! If only...
We didn't stick around for the awards ceremony, we went home instead. I was still sooooo bummed and as I lay trying to rest I checked out our official times, not sure if I thought it would make me feel better or not. With the times as is we finished 10th out of 20 in our division with a total time of 2:52:18, 36:14 minutes behind the lead. Nope, that didn't make me feel better...so I took off the 25 minute delay (possible that it was longer I waited a few before texting my teammates) and then if we take the difference of the training time of our runner vs the race time with bad weather (at least 2 minutes) we finished in 2:24:XX and would have placed 3rd in our age division and 8th overall. Nope, that didn't make me feel any better either. So I started to analyze, to gripe, to complain. When the question "are my prayers not good enough?" "why didn't he protect my bike, and help it function properly?" came to mind I felt sudden peace and knowledge that my Heavenly Father did not give me a flat so he could sit back and laugh. He does not give us trails for the fun of it. There was/is a reason! I may not ever know the exact reason, but I did find peace knowing that there was one, and hopefully I was able to help someone along the way.
I accepted the fact that I can do everything needed to be prepared, but things are always being prepared for me, and they are what will make me the strongest. So my new mantra is "Be prepared for things to be prepared.". My testimony that Heavenly Father hears my prayers, knows me personally and LOVES me unconditionally was strengthened on this race. I will forever look at life a little differently. I can say that I had a good race and look forward to the next one. I WILL GET MY MEDAL! and I plan on riding this course again, without delays before the season is over...










