Hotter n Hell 50-mile skate 8/25/2012

Something always got in the way of a solid 102-mile bike ride--bonking, crashes, injury, skating.  This year I put in so few bike miles I didn't bother reaching for the perfect ride.  50-mile skate was the logical choice given the circumstances.  (yeah, these were my identical words from last year)

_expo
I found 0 item on my shopping list:
1. Jersey with cool print
2. Iono or Aeon helmet for < $100
I still managed to drop $400.  With no foreseeable need for new 700c tires, I couldn’t resist 75% off.  Casey and I bought cosmetically challenged Perl Izumi running shoes for half price.  I stocked up on gloves, knee warmers, and other clothing items.  I failed to identify desirable bike shoes in the 75% off pile.  I wondered if my shopping habit would change when storage space disappears.

_dinner
I ate spaghetti with a former bike racer.  His best HHH time was 4:01.  When I sought advice on my bonking thresholds, he informed:
1.  I was too heavy.  Low body fat isn't enough.
2.  I rode mile 10~80 way too hard.  Can't expect to finish 100-mile ride with 100k speed.
This wasn't new info, but it's nice to have validation.

He laughed at my 6-bottle strategy.  What worked for him was going into deficit then finish the ride before trouble started.  He laughed harder when I said I'd skate it.

He was open about his reasons for not going pro: unwillingness to lose weight, uncertainty about PED, and general lack of courage.

I met pre-law and pre-med Stevie and Adrian at Ann's.  It's nice to make new young friends.

I was envious when I saw Roger's Grand Canyon photos.

_50-mile course
Casey led me out ahead of the official start in the dark before our heart rates became too far apart.

I was determined not to skate the rough surface between mile 20 and 30.  I looked for 50-mile cyclists at the rest stop then followed them passed the splitting point.

Middle section of 50-mile was a lonely route with lots of well marked turns.  The surface wasn't horrible by HH standard.  I kept HR around 70% max; speed stayed near discrete points: 7, 11, 16, 21 mph.  People were friendly and encouraging.  A cyclist shouted lewd complement when passing me.  She brightened my day.

A RV clipped the former Hell's Gate at the rest stop.  Volunteers went banana when the inflatable structure came down.

Casey caught up to me before the turn to Highway 44.  We shared our experienced at the rest stop.  We had a good day so far.  We didn't attempt to stay together.  100mm urethane and 700c rubber had incompatible speeds.  We knew what's coming.

_9 miles of headwind
The new course lengthened its usage of Highway 44, but the extra section had skater-friendlier surface.  I was content behind a triathlete averaging 11 mph before surface turned rougher.  I jumped behind a gentleman twice Casey's size.  He silently absorbed the attention as spectator hollered at the blader glued to his rear wheel--I thought he could be annoyed.  He later thanked me for keeping him going, "I would've stopped if you weren't there."  It felt good to make positive impact.

I spent extra time chatting with strangers at the rest stop before AFB.  I was in no rush.

_Sheppard Air Force Base
Beautiful pavement; tolerable crosswind; great weather.  I raced random dudes inside the base.  It was reckless and simple fun.  I loved going through the high-five tunnel of young soldiers.

The final 5 miles lasted 8 miles--mostly headwind on nice road.  A 100k cyclist insisted on going at my speed.  Marty had problem outputting consistent wattage but managed to inspire everyone around to squeeze out more energy.

A tandem bike passed us during the final mile, determined to beat the rollerblader.  Everyone smiled as the husband chanted "I think I can.  I think I can."  I stayed in his blind spot before hawking the line, beating him by a wheel.  The wife thought it was the funniest thing.


#'s
skates: custom Simmons, carbon Hopi frames, worn 100mm Street Fight wheels
GPS distance: 53.5 miles
avg/max HR: 138/178 bpm
avg speed (including stops): 10.9 mph