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A few choice plants found at the Fabian Dolomite Prairie today:

Stiff Sandwort (Arenaria stricta) C=10

Penstemon pallidus (Pale Beard Tongue) C=10

Small Skullcaps (Scutellaria parvula) C=7

Witlow Cress (Drabra reptans) C=8
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the first wildflower of spring.  WARNING: Stock footage from 2007!

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Frostbite was in the air this weekend.  The forth place finisher of the Triple-D got some mild frostbite on his right foot.  Looks like he will make a complete recovery, but as these things go he will be more subsceptable to this condition for the rest of his life.  Looking at his blog, its pretty clear to me that he should have pulled out at "the bar" about 10 miles before the finish.  Riding with "ice blocks" for feet for that long is a very bad sign.

Then there is the ultra marathon runner who lost a couple toes in a race in WI over the weekend as well.  The news story about his race says that he couldn't feel his feet at all... for hours.  You would think a runner would know better then to continue running at all if he couldn't feel his feet.

Then there's me.  My problem is that I don't push myself hard enough.  I am too concerned about staying within my comfort zone, or at least my limited suffering zone.  Now I don't want to go so far that I don't know when to quite before I get frost bite, but the fact is that I've dropped out of the last three events I've been in.  The 12 hour of John Muir, ok I crashed hard and screwed up my knee, an injury that still bothers me (a bit) today.  Then there was the allycat race, the Tron Race that I dropped out of, but mostly because I was in dead last place cause I had no idea where I was going and because it was taking 2 hours longer then I expected and I had other plans that evening that I needed to get to.  Triple-D was my third drop out, and as I said before, I could have/should have continued on there.  No real excuse.

I need to move myself to a good middle ground.  I need push myself harder and really test my limits.  I still want to be able to step back and focus on my long-term well being, not to do so would be foolish.  But I know I can go harder and do more then I have been.

I am signed up for the Trans-Iowa, and I am dropping our registration for the Leadville 100 in the mail as soon as I can find a mailbox.  These are big challenging events.  I need to rise to the occasion.

These same rules apply to life.  I am always afraid of leaving the comfort of a job that provides what I need.  Afraid that it might take some increadably hard work to to get a business going.  But if I am going to achieve what I really want to in life, I'm going to have to push my limits a bit.
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A few photos from the Triple-D Race:

the temperature is in the bottom right BTW:

More of my photos can be found here:

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I finally finished my highly detailed Triple-D race report. Here it is:

The forecast for the day was a high of -1 F and winds of 15-20 mph from the west, the direction we were traveling for the first half of the race. Over 4 inches of snow had fallen 24 hours earlier and it remained too cold for this snow to stick together and pack down under the weight of snowmobile traffic (or any other sort of traffic for that matter). This meant trail conditions would be really bad. I was having my doubts about this race, but I figured worse come to worse I could ride until I was exhausted or frozen and then call Carol for an emergency evacuation. At very least it would be a good test for how well I can really handle these extreme winter races.

We arrived at the Grand Harbor Resort and got signed up around 10am. The pre-race meeting was supposed to be at 10:45, so I took the interim time and got a few things organized and started to get dressed. The meeting was running late. During the meeting the race director Lance (Andre) pointed out a few modification to the race rules due to the nasty weather. Most important to my story is that he would consider anyone who started a finisher. As long as you hit the start line you would get placed as a 'finisher' no matter when you decided to bail out. He wasn't sure anyone would be able to do the whole 60 + mile route. It was 11:25 before we got out of there, and I was happy I had started to dress already. I ate my pizza and chatted with a racer Matt who had done the Arrowhead 135 twice on a bike and was racing today on ski's to get himself ready for his third Arrowhead 135, skiing the whole way. There was the usual pre-race flurry of activity and then I headed outside and rode over to the starting area.

At the start of the race the entire pack rode together as a neutral start through the streets near the industrial part of town. There were a few interesting “Tour de France” moments when the pack split to go around small round-a-bouts. It was pretty clear to me that I was overdressed when I unzipped my pit zips and sipped down my collar a bit and was still pretty warm, but there wasn't much I could do about it. When we hit the Heritage Trail the race was officially on. At first the trails was clear. About a half dozen guys slowly crept away in a lead group. I was in a second group along with the race organizer Lance Andre. I was surprised to look down and see that my heart rate was about 95% my max as I didn't feel like I was working that hard at all. I didn't believe my heart rate monitor (HRM) and I just figured it was getting “crosstalk” interference from other people's HRMs. Before long the trail conditions changed. I was tough in this area frozen ruts and footprints covered by 4 inches of powder that was not adhering, so it was hard to keep going in a straight line.

At some point I had gotten just too hot to stand it any longer and I took off my mid layer thermal cycling jacket and stuck it in my seat bag. But I was STILL really hot. Now I know from experience that when wearing wool as a base layer you will get REALLY hot while it is still dry because it is incredible at insulating when it is dry. Then as that layer gets wet you will cool off and reach a more stable temperature. Still, I was really hot and I knew I had a 500 ft climb ahead so I decided to swap and put the thermal jersey back on and stow my big warm windstopper fleece jacket. But this required some tinkering since I had so much stuff strapped to my bike. This took some time, meanwhile a lot of people passed me and the leaders got far ahead. I struggled down the rest of the rutted section of trail and then started up the huge climb. One thing I didn't figure on was that the headwind would kick in on this climb to cool me off. I decided to get to what I thought was the top and then put my windstopper jacket back on.

I got to that point and again stopped to change my layering (probably 5-10 minutes stopped total at this point) but realized that I was only half way up the hill. Also, it was about this time that I realized the water in my camelback hose was frozen. Rookie mistake, but I am still not sure how it happened. I had blown air back through the hose after drinking and yet somehow the water had gotten into the hose again and froze. So there I am half way up a huge climb, sweating, frost covered, thirsty... oh, and my glasses had frosted over too, so I could hardly see where I was going. Winter racing is hard.

I finished the climb and then the course crossed under the highway we were riding next to and onto some ATV trails in the culvert next to this highway. It was in this section of trail that I started to notice how bad my tires are at off-camber stuff. I had first realized on a ride last weekend when the relative lack of side-knobs on my front tire caused me to slip on the edge of the pavement and crash on the road. Today I must have seemed frantic as I was riding fairly quickly and pretty well and then I would just slip and swerve and usually have to put a foot down. Eventually we came across and area that had all sorts of stores and fast food joints. As I passed a Culvers I decided I was thirsty enough to take the time out and got get some water. So I pulled off the race route and walked into Culvers, must have looked like a freak to those folks, and drank down two VERY cold glasses of water. Brain freeze! But better then nothing.

The trail continued to be a challenge. As I was crossing the street right after Culvers I was feeling spunky and hit the other side with some speed. Unfortunately, there was a much harder curb then I thought there and I heard a loud crack of rim on curb. But the Snowcats stayed true and no pinch flat thanks to these wide rims. The next section was somewhat easier though since in a lot of cases the wind had blown the snow off of the roadside down to the level of mowed grass. A turn to the west and a street crossing had us riding on on some very rough, drifted and loose snow mobile trails right along the road. Then the trails veered onto private land and we were on the “Southwest Trail”.

Here the scenery improved dramatically as we hit open farmland, and there was a short fun downhill followed by a hike-a-bike back up. Then the trail went to the edge of the field and got into some nasty drifted snow over some rolling terrain. My water hose was still frozen, so somewhere in here I stopped to put another layer on over my camelback in hopes of warming it up (and to remove the frost from my glasses). It was walking on the flats and uphills and rideing on the (short) downhills. And of course this is where Carol shows up to take photos. Shortly there after there was a challenging but ridable downhill to a street in an industrial park. You would think that this paved road would be easy going, but it was heading due west into the wind and fully exposed. Still no water. Carol passed me in the car on her way out of the area and I wondered if I should flag her down and pull out of the race since I was starting to doubt that my water hose would ever defrost without being in a warm room.

Then back onto the snowmobile trails. I stopped before commencing to put on yet another torso layer, my thick fleece vest, in a final desperate attempt to warm the hose (and to remove the frost from my glasses). My goal was to over-heat myself and by proxy the camelbak. This next section of snowmobile trail was more pleasant, with a row of trees along a creek blocking the wind. But first I had to cross this flowing creek, which meant a careful splash-through. Unfortunately my front disk brake got wet and immediately froze with the brake pads rubbing slightly on the disk. So much for disk brakes being less susceptible to fouling! I was again having trouble with the ruts and such, so I stopped to lower my tire pressure. 100 yards later I found myself again at a paved road. Uhg! I JUST let the air out of my tires! I stopped yet again to remove the fog from my glasses and evaluate my water situation. If I couldn't drink anything by now I was just going to call it quites and ride back to the hotel. In fact, I was kind of looking forward to that. Of course, the water started flowing, so I started down the road, into the wind, up a pair of huge hills with 6 psi in my front.

At this point I set my goal to ride the next 3 or so miles to Heritage trail and then turn back there, taking the groomed trail back to the trailhead and then back to the hotel. I stopped behind a tree on this brutally windblown stretch of road to AGAIN remove the frost from my glasses. Shortly there after I met another rider Scott who was heading back (I had seen at least a half dozen other riders who had turned around already, but this was the first one who seemed interested in stopping to chat). He was calling it a day, but I convinced him that heading down to the Heritage trail and back from there would be easier. He was on a 29” single speed pushing almost 2:1 which I thought was obscene, I'm pretty sure I'd be running a much lower gear, like a 1:1 if I was on such a bike. He could turn it over though and I struggled to keep up with him on the rest of that road. Eventually we met a third rider Dave who, oddly enough, had turned around at the exact same point as Scott, about ¼ mile ahead. I wondered what was so bad about that stretch of road. He joined the two of us, and so down we went down the rutted, 2-track “B-road”. The snow was deep and rutted but gravity and my wide tires kept me going pretty well. After some navigational confusion at a gate, we made it to the bottom. I made it down long before these other guys (who were both on more standard MTBs). I even had time to drink some water, and of course, scrape the frost off of my glasses.

The next bit was a bit confusing, but we eventually found a race volunteer who pointed us in the right direction to the Heritage Trail. After about ½ mile on the trail there was a parking area and picnic shelter. Here two volunteers had staged a small checkpoint of sorts. They took down our names so they knew where we were (and that we weren't out there lost and freezing to death) and I accepted some hot chocolate (even though this was technically against race rules) because I could use all the liquids I could get. After our little check in I let Scott and Dave go ahead while I changed my chemical to warmer. And then onto the Heritage trail, back to Dubuque I went.

This trail was quite lovely in many ways. First, we were out of the wind. Second, the snow was packed down enough that my bike could handle it quite well and I could keep up a 9mph average. Third, it was quite scenic, crossing and running along side a small river with some interesting rock formations and steep bluffs here and there. We were told at our last stop that we had 8 miles to go to this bar in Durango which was the start/stop for the skiers and runners. Shortly I caught up to Dave and passed him, but we went back and forth a lot since I was sopping quite a bit in order to get food out of my bags, take photos ,and of course, remove the fog from my glasses (at some point here I finally just took the glasses off which I could do thanks to the lack of wind down there). Eventually I also passed Matt the skier as he was finish up his race and we chatted a bit and I took some photos of his frozen beard.

It was time to recharge as much as possible so I whipped out my hammer gel, pretzels and licorice. The pretzels were too dry and hard to eat effectivly, especially when it was so difficult to get my water out from under three layers of clothes. The licorice turned harder then I expected it would. And the hammer gel was as thick as pine tar. My hands and the chemical hand warmer were not producing enough heat to keep them warm inside my poagies. I put a couple hammer gel flasks next to my base layer under my coat where my Perpeteum bottle had been not long before. Eventually I was able to get some of the hammer gel out. But as hard as I tried to eat a lot of food and drink as much as possible over those 8 miles, I slowly noticed my energy draining and soreness setting in, particularly in my left quad which has never been right since I pulled it 6 years ago. The last mile or so was particularly hard. While I had considered just blowing by this bar pit-stop when I started this 8 miles, by the end of it a break was absolutely necessary.

I stepped into the bar and stripped off just a few layers. A nice race volunteer had baked brownies for us and I quickly ate 6 of them. That and I drank the rest of my water and a few more of the food items I had. And yet I did not feel more energized. Was I just starting to bonk or was I crashing hard from going the first two hours of the race with almost no food or water at all? Is my fitness just not there yet for this kind of ride (it was my longest of the season by over an hour already)? Was I risking injuring my delicate quad if I kept pushing it further? Would I be able to pull it together and push hard enough to warm up my wet and now cool clothing or would I head back outside in the sub-zero temperatures (the thermometer on my cyclo-computer had ceased working when the temps dropped below – 4 F) and get bitterly cold? I debated all this over and over in my head for a few minutes, all the while hoping I would feel the energy return to me as the simple sugars entered my blood stream.

I didn't feel better. But really I wasn't feeling HORRIBLE or anything. Surely if this was a summer race I would get out there and keep going... but the cold.... what if I bonked hard out there? And if it was a summer race I'd be in a lot better shape.... Furthermore some of the volunteers suggested that it would be another 10 miles back to the hotel, with about 4 miles of ungroomed railroad ballast to ride on rather then groomed trail. Which sounded a lot like 4 miles of walking and pushing to me (later I found out it was only 1 mile of railroad ballast to ride on). I was beginning to talk myself out of continuing on. The final straws were 1) I knew Carol was worried about me out riding in this kind of cold and would not want me to continue, and 2) if Carol picked me up, I would be only 1.5 hours from being at my own, warm home.

Scott and Dave headed back out and I broke down and called Carol. One of the volunteers said it was the smart thing to do, but I regretted my decision almost immediately, even though I was still unsure if I could finish. After all, one of the volunteers had said he was going to head down to the trailhead at the end of the groomed section of trail just in case we needed to bail out and take a ride into the hotel from there. Surely, I could have made those 4 miles, 30-45 minutes on the trail, even if I was freezing cold and bonking.

Hind sight is always 20/20 of course. Carol arrived, I got changed into warm dry clothes and snuggled into the car for the drive home and ate some cold pizza. Although I didn't exactly feel great, I felt good enough, I could have ridden for the 1.5 to 2 hours it would have taken to finish the course. I kicked myself for the rest of the evening about it, but eventually decided that 5 hours of riding at temperatures below 0F was still something worthwhile. After all, I made a lot of mistakes and I learned a lot.

- For one thing, your water supply must be protected at all costs. If this means burying it under layers of clothes and having to dig it out every time you want to drink, so be it.

- For another, my methods of keeping water and food warm are inadequate. I need to find a way to keep these things close to my body because chemical hand warmers are not always reliable.

- Speaking of those, I realize I am entirely depended on toe-warmers since my feet got quite cold as soon as mine stopped working.

- I cannot attempt another race/ride like this without a better system for keeping my face warm. MY face mask worked well, but channels moist exhaled air up to my glasses where it frost. I think they would frost even if I didn't have the mask on. So maybe I need to look into goggles, or a different face protecting system. For now we will try to modify my mask some more.

- My tires were a real hinderence in off-camber areas and in ruts since they lack the aggressive side knobs to dig in under these circumstances. So I am going to get a WTB Timberwolf 2.7 for the front, and maybe trim down the centerline tread a bit to save weight and rolling resistance. My bike is no match for a 4” wide tire Pugsley in snow like that, but I think I could hold my own in better trail conditions, and my wheels weigh at least 4 pounds less then a Large Marge/Enduromorph wheelset, so I am going to stick with what I have.

- In a strong wind the front of your body can get quite chilled while your back is hot, so I am ordering a Warm Front vest to help with this issue.

- I had some minor shifting issues so I am going to switch to 8 speed to eliminate this. Looks like this will only cost me about $25.

- I need to loose some wight. At one point my frozen base layer stuck (just a little bit) to the skin on my belly. My belly is too big and there is too much fat there insulating my skin from the warm core of my body. Being kind a chubby has made me more vulnerable to frost bite. Probably slowed me down a bit too.

- Next time I'm going to spend the huge money ($100 for one night!!!) on a hotel room. That way my mental goal is to get back to the nice warm hotel room at the finish line and not getting into the car so I can go home. Also I missed the post race gathering, I just wasn't interested in hanging around there until 10pm and THEN driving home.

In the end I rode 27.6 miles with a ride time of 3 hours and 39 minutes. I was on the coarse for more like 4 hours and 45 minutes though, just to give you an idea of how much time can be wasted changing layers, digging for food and de-frosting glasses. Average speed was 7.6 mph, with a Max speed of 19.2 mph.

Oh, and I wanted to point out that no one managed to finish the entire race on the originally intended route. Lance had set a 4pm cut-off to reach the half way point in Dyersville. No one made it that far that fast so those four riders who did go all the way out there took the short way back and just cruised on the Heritage Trail. The winner took 8 hours and 17 minutes to cover about 59 miles. The fourth and final person to make the whole route took 9 hours and 35 minutes, and he is suffering from frostbite on one of his feet.

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I posted this already at the end of Sept. on my other blog, but I wanted it on my biking blog too.  Within a few days I will have some pics of this bike in action at a gnarly winter race.

Last year I had purchased the wheels, the fork and the front brake and applied them to my regular mountain bike. However, I found myself doing a lot of walking, carrying my bike across roads and along sidewalks as I was afraid of getting any salt on my custom steel frame. So I decided to get a new frame that I wouldn't care about ruining. As it so happens my friend had this one laying around and had no use for it. Many of the other parts I already had laying around, I spent less then $200 this year building this bike up.

I have had this bike done for about a week now but haven't had the day light to take any photos. This, the 7th bike currently in my quiver, is set up specifically for recreational winter riding on snowy trails and frozen bodies of water. Here are some of the unique features I have incorporated:

  • 44 mm wide SnowCat Lite rims for extra float on packed snow. These have off-center spoke hole patterns for more equal spoke tension and stronger wheels as well as circular cut-outs between the spokes to reduce weight.
  • Nokian Freddie's Revenz Lite 2.3 tires with 336 carbide studs per tire for grip on icy surfaces.
  • or alternately WTB Weirwolf LT 2.55 tires for a lot of float but lower rolling resistance on hard packed trails (for racing).
  • Schwinn Moab, aluminum frame, will not rust, and happens to have just enough clearance for these rims and tires.
  • Morningstar Freehub Soup grease in the hubs, bottom bracket, derailleur pulleys, etc to eliminate the increased resistance associated with standard grease thickening at colder temperatures.
  • XTR 950 bottom bracket which is rebuildable (thus allowing the grease replacement) and with a 113 mm spindle, moving the cranks out a bit so that they will clear the tires
  • Surly Karate Monkey fork with plenty of tire clearance for sticky snow. Its extra length will also slacken the head tube angle, thus stabilizing the steering when fighting through deep snow.
  • Rear Tektro v-brake highly modified to work with this frame/rim combination.
  • Front disk brake (Avid BB7) just in case the rims ice over (and cause the canti bosses are not positioned correctly on this fork to use v-brakes with 26" rims anyway).
  • Full cable housing to prevent slush dirt and ice from getting in the cables and fouling up shifting and braking (I had to drill out all the cable stops).
  • Paul Thumbies shifters for easy shifting with bulky gloves and option to switch to friction shifting if things get fouled up.
  • Generic carbon bars, Ritchey foam grips and SRAM carbon composite (fancy plastic) brake levers to reduce the heat loss from the hands via conduction.
  • Crank Brothers Eggbeater pedals for superior snow shedding abilities.
  • Reflective stickers front and rear for increased visibility.

  • As pictured this bike is in 'race mode'. I will be swapping to the Nokian tires and adding fenders before winter. I will make a short section of coroplast fender between the seat stay and the chain stay to protect the front derailleur and drivetrain a bit. The rest of the slush protection duties will be taken up by a set of T.H.E. fenders.

    One obvious upgrade I could have done is switch to an 8-speed drive train for improved reliability. However, I have lots of spare 9-speed parts from my other bikes so that's what I went with.

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    Saturday's Triple-D Race from Dubuque to Dyersville (Iowa) and back on Saturday (the 19th) is shaping up to be a doozie. First we'll get some snow, say around 4 inches. But it will be the dry powdery stuff so it won't pack down nice and firm for a base, instead it will be either loose and squirmy under wheel or fluffy and hard to push through.

    Oh, and then the temperatures are going to drop for race day. What's that negative sign doing in front of the 3 there for the high temperature???

    On the bright side, at least the temperature is going to remain pretty constant. Nothing worse then having to adjust for cold temperatures that are also fluxuating a lot over time. And I have ridden through temps as cold as -4 this year already, relatively comfortably, and I have gotten some newer, warmer clothes since then. So, in theory, I should be all set.

    But then again the race is 56 miles long. at about 7 mph, that's 8 hours for something to go wrong.

    This race is on the edge of my experience in several ways. I have done a 60 mile race before. I have ridden in sub-zero weather before. I have done long rides in snow before (at least a few over 3 hours). But I have never put all those things together. Come to think of it, this will be my second longest race ever. For all the talk I do, injury or some other aspect of life has prevented me from doing a lot of serious endurance racing so far. My only 12 hour race, Dawn Til Dusk in Gallup, I think will seem like a cake walk in comparison. The 40 degree start of that race seemed chilly at the time, but it ain't got nothing on the Triple-D.

    This is going to be one hell of a start to the riding season.

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    This may be the coolest thing ever on the internet.

    Now all I have to do is learn how to imbed youtube videos.
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    here are the rough goals I have for mileage for 2008:

    J: 700 mi.
    F: 800 mi.
    M: 900 mi.
    A: 1000 mi.
    M: 1100 mi.
    J: 1100 mi.
    J: 1100 mi.
    A: 1000 mi.
    S: 900 mi.
    O: 800 mi.
    N: 700 mi.
    D: 800 mi.

    This sounds do-able to me. It gives me 10,900 total, which means these are great goals to shoot for, but if I blow it a few times I have 900 miles of padding in there and i can still reach 10,000.

    I need to start thinking about my huge mile days in preparation for the Trans-Iowa at the end of April. Since I am focusing on practicing for the Triple-D this month most of my long rides will be in the snow this coming weekend, and the weekend of the race itself. But i plan on getting one proper road century in before this month is over. I will have to sit down and plan my early season century and century + ride schedule pretty soon.

    The peak in Dec. is to help me get ready for the Sunista 100 and/or Arrowhead 135 in 2009. 800 probably won't be enough.
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    Riding in such warm (all be it, wet) conditions on Sunday made me think about how wildly the weather has swung this past week. Just a few rides with a huge range of conditions. On Wednesday temperatures dropped as low as 7F, on Sunday it was up to 48 F or more. And on Friday...

    Friday I rode to work on my fixie. Stinking VDO wireless computer didn't work at all which kind of sucks when you are trying to record every mile you ride in a year. After work I took the long way home heading east on Irish Lane through the countryside south of Fitchburg entering Madison on the far east side. Temperatures were in the upper 20's. I explored some new roads and tried to explore the snow mobile routes a bit. Also tested out my Pearl Izumi winter jacket with the pit zips that Carol just installed for me which are a HUGE help. The ride was just shy of 34 miles (according to google maps).

    In the first week of 2008 I am already under par for the mileage I need to hit to make it to 10,000 in a year. Tis to be expected somewhat with this wintery weather, but I can't let that become an excuse or I'll never be able to hit that mileage mark.
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