The mind and the body are truly amazing things. Sometimes they work together and sometimes they are in conflict. They lie to each other and conspire with each other. I found this out this past Saturday while riding in the Stonewall Century in La Veta Colorado.
In last year’s ride I was not sure what to expect so I rode the entire thing not realizing how hard it would be to ride 100 miles, at elevation, with only a month to prepare, on a new bike, and it was hot. This year I knew about the immediate 17 mile climb from the start to the top of the pass, I knew about the 37 mile descent down to Segundo and then climbing back( including the last 1&1/2 mile 10% plus grade). I have ridden almost 1800 miles since last year, many of them in the heat and humidity of Missouri where I now live. I have ridden in the rain, and mud and dust, up and down hills that exceeded 14% grades, pulling my tools in an old bike trailer as I went to work on various houses. I would ride in the heat of the day to prepare my body for being hot. My mind was telling me that I was ready to leave living at 1100 feet above sea level and ride somewhere between 6,000 – 10,000 feet for 104 miles.
I was ready, until I wasn’t. The wind woke me at 2 AM and I had trouble going back to sleep but knowing that I needed to to. 5:00 would come too early and I wanted to get on the rode. I was determined to not be the last rider in as I was last year. The first mile told me everything I needed to know about this year’s ride. Riding up even a small grade like 5% was difficult at 7,018 feet especially into the wind. The majority of those 1800 miles were training rides of 30 miles or less. I did all 219 miles of Pedal the Plains last year but that was September. I only had 1 ride of 60 miles this year and that was three weeks before Stonewall. I did remember to increase my water intake to make up for the elevation gain. But even that was not enough.
And then the battle began. I started cramping in different parts of my legs. First my right calf and then my left hamstring and it just continued to move around like an evil itch. Frustrating. Then the mind kicked in and stated telling me that it was a lost cause and to turn around at the 12.5 mile stop. 104 miles was just too much, never make it, too weak. Then for some reason, my back side started to hurt. Normally that wouldn’t happen until around 45 miles in, this was too early. It lasted only about two miles but it took its toll on the brain and body which had a battle Royalle going on. Yes I can, No you can’t, Yes! No! On and on it went. Okay, so maybe I can’t ride 104 miles so I’ll ride to the top of the pass and then turn around. Or maybe not even that. Mind and body teaming up against me. Mind and body fighting against each other. Oh, the pain of it. All the while I continue on to 9,995 feet above sea level.

My GPS stated 9955′ for the elevation. I’ll claim this one
I rode to the top of the pass and then down to the next rest stop.

Coffee, grapes and No bake cookies
I remembered this fine group of people from last year. They had the best homemade goodies and some pretty good coffee. I decided to turn around and face the 8 mile climb and yes the 10.5 % grade was still there. I decided to admit that the length of the ride would defeat me for this year but not the elevation or the steepness of the pass. On and on I climbed but I refused to use the lowest of my gears as I did last year.

A legend in my own mind
I rejoiced when I made the summit and knew I was almost done. A quick 17 mile descent with some bursts to 48 mph and I was back in La Veta. Ready for my recovery meal of a cup of coffee and a Snickers bar.
So, some things that I learned;
- It’s hard to train for a ride that starts at 7018′ above sea level when one lives at 1140′.
- If one is to ride 104 miles at high elevation, one needs to have more training rides of longer duration than only one at 60 miles at lower elevation.
- One can still accomplish a hard thing if one tells the mind to shut up and the legs to keep pedaling.
I rode 50 miles at elevation for Whetstone Boy’s Ranch and to raise money for the new air conditioning unit. Next month I am riding in Missouri for Whetstone and to raise money to buy tools for the wood shop. More on that later.
Thanks for perusing,
Gary