SRAM Chocolate Foot Series round 2: Coondoo road, Nowra

Choc-o-late. Noun. 

1. A food preparation in the form of a paste or solid block made from roasted and ground cacao seeds, typically sweetened.

Foot. Noun.

1. The lower extremity of leg below the ankle, on which a person stands or walks.

Choc-o-late Foot. Noun

1. The foot a rider prefers to have in the forward position.

2. Associated with a series of 7 hour events across NSW with a high emphasis on single-track racing.

3. A treat found in the rego bag of afore-mentioned series.

The Chinese philosopher (that was not Confucious) Laozi once wrote: "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step". While the weekend just gone was not strictly the beginning of a journey, it was an important step. The previous week had seen the confirmation of my inclusion in the Ollo/Cox-Blackshaw team: a mainly road with a touch of MTB squad who are going to help with my entry fees and support at WEMBO in exchange for my attendance at their Thursday morning 'panda run' road ride and racing in the summer crits. Not bad for a punter like me. The week had also seen some nerves in anticipation for Round 2 of the Chocolate Foot series (apologies to those within my grump blast radius). There were some good, fast girls signed up to the 7 hour solo category and I wanted to have a real chance to 'race' rather than the past events where I have headed out and rolled around at my own pace. I wanted to take the next step... Or five.

Step 1: Start high up in the field.

These events have a mass, self-seeded start format, with racer-boys and girls aligning themselves behind Gumby on a fire-trail, several hundred meters downhill from the entry to the first section of single-track. Rolling down to the start I muscled in about 3-4 rows in, just ahead of where Liz Smith had set her tyres down. Perhaps a little cheeky, but from past experience I was also fairly confident that not many would pass me riding up-hill here so I was within my rights. Step one complete.

Step 2. Go out hard, take self into the red zone.

The race start was a good one for me: charging up the fire-trail, I spotted Cath Kelaher sneaking up on the left, so I jumped across and stuck to her wheel. Several laps in it was clear she was a good bike handler, but was conserving herself on the uphills. Coming around to an A-line and B-line section, she took the B and I was able to jump in front of her via the A. Keeping the pace up, half a lap later it seemed like a good idea to 'make an attack' (how #pro of me) up the fire-road into transition. Out the other side I kept the pace up, hearing somebody behind me, assuming it was Cath. Towards the end of the lap I realised it was one of the teams racers from On the Go. The acceleration had given me a decent lead and a stepped up HR.

Step 3. Recover whilst maintaining pace.

The other interpretation for the "journey of a thousand steps" quote is "thousand miles to be travelled, start with foot (placed) down" or when adapted for the minds of cyclists: "thousand miles to be travelled, keep rubber side down". At four hours in it was touch and go for how I was fairing, physiologically with the decision to keep the pace up once I knew I was ahead. Even when feeling somewhat ok, riding single-track can let you know if your concentration is wavering. Lap 8 saw some rolling in the dirt and some hugging of trees: time to back off the pace by a step.

Step 4. Practice nutrition strategies for WEMBO.

Every endurance athlete knows that keeping up adequate hydration and nutrition is step one for keeping fatigue under control and avoiding the dreaded Bonk. This race was the first time I'd used Hammer Perpetuem: I was after something that would fuel me, but wouldn't make me sick with too much of the sweet stuff. It seemed to do the trick, supplemented by electrolyte drink and a couple of gels. Step 4: tick.

Step 5. Only get lapped once by Ed.

Rolling into transition just before completing the 13th lap I thought I had almost gotten away with it... And then a familiar voice for the second time that day: "Eliza!!" Damn. 

There were 2 minutes left on the race clock, so I followed Ed out again for a 14th lap to seal the deal on first place. I'm happy to say it was a great weekend on a great course: flowing and fun and not too technical, some chocolate steps taken and some more lessons learned. And now looking towards a week of good recovery.

The WEMB(L)O(G)

Occasionally an individual may wish to keep a record of significant life events, of good and bad times shared with friends and of achievements and disappointments. With fhe fallibility of memory, the taking of photos or keeping of a written record is one way of focusing the memory to time-travel back to those times. I have never been a good diary-keeper, however a commitment to recording at least the next 3 months is one way I would like to keep and share a journey that likely promises adventure, challenge, growth, endorphin-highs, lessons, frustration, mechanicals, fun and a host of unknowns. In less than 11 weeks I aim to be toeing the start line of my first 24 hour solo mountain-bike race: the World Endurance Mountain Bike Organisation's World Solo 24 hour Mountain Bike Championships at Mount Stromlo Forest Park on 12-13th October 2013. It is a mouthful and I hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew.

Prologue

I returned to Canberra in mid-2011, at the time it was a decision that many friends berated me for: "You're moving to Canberra? In Winter??" and made quick judgement on: "You're crazy". Despite the masses, the move was the one of the best life decisions I could have made. The diamond of Canberra is without a doubt the mass of bushland throughout the 'city' that just begs for exploring. Access for trail running and mountain-biking is just so easy. In an attempt to keep up the triathlon that had been such an integral part of my life in Melbourne, I found myself waylaid by MTBing and the most amazing and inspirational group of people I have met. They are also slightly insane.

It has been witnessing the strength and commitment that some of these girls and guys put into their riding that planted the seed for me to want to test myself with a similar event. Earlier this year I decided that I wanted something big and terrifying: 

1) To keep me riding through Canberra winter

2) To give me an incentive to improve my bike handling skills and 

3) To have a chance to complete something that 6 months previously would have been an impossible task. 

WEMBO fit the bill.

The last couple of months have been a little disrupted with some travelling with work. From here it will (hopefully) be a clear run to get the body and head prepared for what is to come. This weekend will see the delayed second round of the Single Track Mind series run by Chocolate Foot in Nowra: a very good opportunity to see where I'm at and what needs to improve before WEMBO.

And here we are, up to speed and in the present. Not quite full circle. I like to think of a journey not as beginning or ending or coming full circle, but perhaps spiralling: each layer of experience building and growing on the next. 

That is one way of thinking of it. The other is that I am planning on riding my bike. A lot.