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Testing, testing...is this thing still on?

One of my favorite challenges (or more accurately, things I do for the approval of Internet strangers) from last year was The Errandonnee, 12 days in which participants complete 12 errands by bike or by foot. This year it runs March 20-31, right around the corner!

Anyway, I looked back at my log from last year's challenge and thought it might be interesting to copy it down here. So this is that!

1. Work to Bakery to Home

Category: You Carried WHAT On Your Bike?

Observation: Carrying something as delicate as a cake works best when you can keep an eye on it. I put a front basket on for this trip, and the cake survived nicely.

2. Home to the End of the Road and Back

Category: Personal Business

Observation: It feels great to roll along at a casual pace. I usually ride faster than I need to, and probably miss a lot.

3. Home to Gas Station and Back

Category: You Carried WHAT On Your Bike?

Observation: Pulling a trailer with a fuel can on it handled just fine. It didn't seem to make a difference whether the can was full or empty. Climbing is slow and descending is fast with a trailer either way.

4. Work to Documentary Screening to Home

Category: Arts and Entertainment

Observation: In dense fog you can still hear cars even if you can't see them. Another eerie but awesome bit of weather to bike in.

5. Home to Dentist

Category: Personal Care

Observation: Biking to unexpected destinations is a good conversation starter.

6 & 7. Work to Credit Union to Feed Store to Home

Categories: Personal Business, Store

Observations: (6) I think a bike is faster through a drive-up ATM than a car, even with fumbling around with gloves and my wallet being hidden somewhere in my frame bag. (7) We were out of wet cat food, not the dry food I bought. Oh well.

8 & 9. Work to Post Office to Food Co-op to Work

Categories: Non-Store Errand, Store

Observations: (8) Lunch drivers are in a hurry. (9) I buy more when I've biked to pick up lunch.

10. Work to Shelter to Grocery to Work

Category: Non-Store Errand

Observation: There were at least two other bags of donated goodies waiting outside the humane society today (they were closed this morning). It's great to see so much support for the shelter.

11. Home to Hancock to Run

Category: Wild Card

Observation: Don't count on the forecast.

12. Work to Grocery to Home

Category: Work or Volunteering

Observation: I'm really looking forward to seeing more people out riding and running and walking. Definitely getting to be the season.

See you out there!

Hey, let's just look at a goal I set for myself and then actually wrote down.

2015 Marquette Marathon: 3:45:00

Well, that didn't happen.

But I'm okay with it because I know why it didn't happen. I made the mistake of depending too much on my cardio fitness and not enough on getting the actual miles in my legs. Heat may have played a small factor, but not enough to make up for my disastrous splits in the final miles.

Things were going pretty well for the first 19-20 miles. I was off my pace a bit but still averaging 8:40/mile at that point. I had gained a bit during the downhill from 11 to 16, but could feel my legs tightening even then. By 20 I knew it was going to be a struggle.

I started walking aid stations, something I never do. Then I stopped to stretch, which helped a little. But I was just putting so much energy into fighting my legs I couldn't keep my pace up no matter what I tried. It felt like the wrong muscles were firing in my legs, and all of them pulling against each other.

Thanks to Nancy cheering me on at the finish I did squeak in under four hours with a 3:58:59 official time, but it wasn't pretty. Unlike Cellcom I didn't feel utterly wiped at the end, but my legs were useless for a while after.

Anyway, Twin Cities Marathon is in a month, and I know what I need to do. Run.

Hey, I did this race again, finally.

Way back in 2013, James talked me into doing a gravel road race in the official middle of nowhere, Kenton. I wasn't in the worst cycling shape of my life, and thanks to mostly slow people showing up, I managed to place 5th out of 14 in the metric (100 kilometers) race. Fun times were had by all.

In 2014, I promised to be there, and had handcrafted my registration postcard from a Leinie's box. I think I even mailed it in the actual US Mail. But some dumb work thing came up, and I missed the apparently-huge second edition.

Determined to make it this year, I raised the stakes by buying a 99¢ greeting card and modifying it for the purposes of registration. In my fervor I must have signed it Snuggle Bear.

As I rounded up my gear the night before and attempted to find the cue sheet holder I had made the first year (out of a coat hanger, heat shrink tubing, freezer bag, and packing tape), Nancy cooked a batch of approximately 500 chocolate chip cookies. Fortunately only 100 were duds, and quickly dispatched by me in the name of carb loading.

It had been raining all week, but was relatively clear and cool when we hit the road for Kenton. I was hoping gravel forest highways were solid, and knew dust wouldn't be a problem.

After arriving at the Forest Highway 16 wayside and milling around for a while, we lined up for a roll-out behind an unmarked white pickup. A couple of miles of asphalt led us to the gravel, which was saturated and soft. At least one rider bailed out right away.

Race Organzier James pointed us in the right direction as we left the road for two-track, which was helpful because I probably would have missed the turn as I did several times later in the race. The two-track was fun, and about the roughest stuff I want to do on a cyclocross bike with aluminum fork.

Hills were climbed and descended. I chatted with a few racers, and was feeling pretty good rolling into the Silver Mountain checkpoint at around 35 miles in. Nancy, Zoe, and the remaining 400 cookies were waiting for me, as was the lead pack and a cooler of Old Milwaukee. I had planned to ditch my jacket at that point, but was still nearly freezing. I stood around a non-heat-generating fire built by James for a bit, and then took off a few minutes after the lead pack. Then I came back and retrieved my sunglasses. Then I left again.

The second leg had a bit more climbing in and out of the river gorge, and about 50 miles in I started to get some cramping. I hadn't done any longer rides than commuting to work, and my running legs weren't quite ready for this. Some on-bike stretching got me through it, but I was happy to see the last few miles of gravel before asphalt jog back to the wayside. By this point, the clouds were finally parting, and it was starting to warm up.

I hammered toward the wayside, hoping to pull in the rider I saw off in the distance. Some level of sense prevailed and I preserved my legs enough to dismount and consume

• 1 pulled pork sandwich,
• 3 Old Milwaukees,
• brownies,
• more pulled pork,
• 2 donuts,
• a lot of potato chips, and
• more cookies.

I stretched and bullshitted with other riders for a while, and then started getting ready for the last leg as the lead group began doing the same. I rolled out a few minutes behind, not really expecting to see anyone after that point.

The roads on the south side of the highway were amazing. Narrower, twistier, and smoother, they somehow felt faster than the rest. My legs cramped again a few miles in, but I powered through and was fine for the rest of the distance.

I caught up and rode with Carp and one other for a while, and decided I could peel away after a bit. I felt like I was pushing it for a comfortable finish, but stuck with my pace.

When I made the final curve of the descent to another small river and saw the two leaders taking a beer break, I was a little surprised. Maybe they had taken a nap as well. I'd forgotten to grab a road beer at the wayside, so waved and rolled on by.

Then I realized. I was now in the lead and at risk of winning a prize, a bottle of Imperial American Whiskey. I'd never heard of it, but was fairly confident it wasn't because I never look that far up the shelf in the liquor aisle. I had a couple of minutes to ponder this before the lead pair caught me and dropped me handily. Thank god.

I was on my own again, have a good ol' time watching the miles tick away when my GPS suddenly went flat. Just a full-screen flashing battery symbol (which it managed to power for several hours). Fortunately, checking my cue sheet all I had to do was not turn before the finish, and I did just that.

My finishing time was good enough for 3rd place in the imperial (100 mile) race. The dog was pretty impressed with my performance, and she and Nancy and I hung out with James and the other finishers to watch a couple more roll in.

So there it is. I rode more than 100 miles on gravel and had a blast. James, Heather, Nancy, and everybody else: SNUGGLE BEAR HUG.

Training for this race was one of the most rewarding things I've done. Every week it seemed like I was pushing my abilities, right on the edge of doing too much. In the end, I covered 410 miles over 58 days, averaging a 8:52 pace. Helping Bryant with his training kept me more disciplined than I've ever been, and I really thought I would achieve my goal time.

The weather had something else in store for me. Not that it wasn't possible to run in the high humidity and moderate winds, but I just didn't have the warm-weather training to support it. The race was under "high alert" due to the conditions, and I couldn't eke out the few extra seconds per mile I needed to hit 1:45:00. My heart rate was in the red zone too long for me to pick up any time at the end, even though my legs were willing.

I ended up with an official time of 1:45:37 (8:03 average pace), 34th out of 292 for my age group, and 220th out of all 1808 males. One of my unstated goals was to hit the 80th percentile for both age group and gender, and I was happy to find that I was in the 88th percentile for both. Last year's 1:53:03 put me in the 68th and 69th percentiles, respectively.

But enough numbers. My real success in this race was being a part of team /var/run. Nancy, Amy, Bryant, G, and I celebrated like the professionals we are.

You dudes are the best. *team hug*

And now please enjoy photos of people suffering and/or having fun.

A witty wrap-up to follow. For now, there's some stuff on the Instagrams tagged #rc5k2014. Thanks, dudes!

So, /var/run/amy designed this thing and then arranged for said thing to be physically manifested as a hat.

You should buy one. Go to the RC5K event page to fulfill this obligation. And sign up for the race if you haven't already, sheesh. 

What? This ain't running.