Another week, another race report!
Dance/sing with me!

"I was riiiiiiiiiidin, riiiiiiiiiidin, riiiiiiiiiiidin by the riivvvvvvvvvvvver, I SAY AGAIN I was riiiiiiiiiidin, riiiiiiiiiidin, riiiiiiiiiiidin by the river..."
The Boll Weevil 100 consisted of 25 mile, 100k (62 mile) and 100 mile versions of the course. Having never ridden over 35 miles in one go, I opted for the 100k. Unfortunately I forgot to take my Centrum the past two days, and as is always the case when I skip my vitamin accidentally, I instantly get

. Basically instant cold, not sure how that happens other than lacking the usual dose of vitamin C. Luckily it doesn't require much energy to type a race report so here I am.
DW decided to sleep through this one, rightfully so since she drove us up there late and after the 2 hour drive we didn't actually get to bed until after midnight. Alarm went off at 5:30, and I grabbed everything (or so I thought) and snuck out. Turned out the maids finally woke her up at 11:00 checkout time to clean the room, but I wasn't back yet, so she got it extended to 12:30.
Arrived at the race site and they had all kinds of food and beverage set up at registration at the civic center. It was put on by the Lion's Club of Enterprise, AL, so even though I was at least 30 years the junior of everyone in the room they were a cheerful chatty bunch and I fit right in. Hindsight I probably would have gotten in more sleep and not gotten there quite so early, there really wasn't much to do. Back to the car I went and catnapped til 7. I thought that would be enough time to be ready to go by the start at 7:30, but I forgot I hadn't put on the two new bottle cages for my bike, so out came the hex tool and I started working frantically. Basically when they said "TWO MINUTES" I finally just left the 2nd one a little loose and tried to jam on my shoes and helmet as fast as possible. That's when I discovered I had forgot my sunglasses, which meant every time a truck or large vehicle passed there was mad dust kicked into my eyes. At least I didn't get the raccoon tan I would have though, and remembered to put on sunblock! There were at least 100 people riding, probably more like 200+.
It was my first group ride of any kind, so I took it real easy at first. We had a nice police escort sirens and all on the way out of town. Eventually things stretched out a bit and I found a group of about 20 riders who were moving along about 20mph or so. This is where I discovered the gloriousness of riding in a pack. I guess because the people in front are fighting the air, it basically feels like you're just gliding along effortlessly. Regularly I had to coast just to keep from running into the rider in front of me. So then the sillyness started. About 100 yards from the start I reached down into my new Tyr top front pocket to check out the map for the first few turns, and it was gone. Another reason I stayed with the pack early on, was worried I'd get lost. A few miles in I feel the other pocket get light, and I hear the energy bar hit the ground and skid off the shoulder of the road. Bummer, now I have no nutrition (totally forgot I had a bar in my behind the seat pack too). Then the best part, another 5 miles in and I'm out in the middle of the road on the left side of the pack, and my rear bottle comes bounding out of its cage (I left that one loose remember) and somehow avoids getting under anyone else's wheel as it skids off the left side of the road. Pretty sure everyone felt I was a total moron by that point. That all worried me slightly since now I was down to one bottle and no map.
I made the mistake of stopping at the first SAG (Stop and Go) point about 12 miles in. I was the only one in the pack who did. Asked if they had a map (they didn't) and grabbed some quick gatorade and tried to catch back up. Really hauled for a few miles, but now it was me fighting the wind by myself like normal. Never did catch up. Ended up passing onesie twosie riders over the next several miles, mainly because there were some pretty significant hills, the ones where you keep trying to shift into an easier gear and realize that you're already on your easiest and still barely able to move forward. The north half of the course was really rolling, but most of the uphills were easier because you still had momentum from the downhills, there weren't many long uphills. At SAG 2 I ran into half a dozen riders or so, by this point the 100 mile course had split off to do an extra 5 miles or so, so it was mostly us metric types. Between 2 and 3 I got passed by a police car escorting a group of riders, figured they must have been doing the 100mi. They were cruel though, pretty much after every SAG was an immediate long uphill to drain away whatever energy you had regained. I tried to get down half a banana at one, granola bar at a few others knowing I'd need the calories. The good thing was I was able to refill my lone gatorade bottle at each, and the 20 ounces lasted me the 10-16 miles betwen SAGs.
Anyway long story short I rode and rode and rode and rode through some beautiful rolling countryside. Highlight was hitting the 40 mile point, I'd now ridden farther than ever in my entire life. Another one at the 56 mile point, I now knew I could finish the bike leg of the Ironman 70.3 next month at least standalone. Another one was the 62 mile point, I had now ridden 100 kilometers. What's that you say? For a metric century that's supposed to be the finish? Well yes that's true, but I guess they had trouble getting the course to be exactly that distance and still finish back at the civic center, so they added some "bonus miles." As it turns out I rode about 66.7 miles via the Garmin, or 2/3 of a full century.
I ended up averaging 18.2mph over a total time of something like 3 hours and 30 minutes. With regards to total time it was the second longest (next to the DW marathon this year) endurance event I had ever completed. With regards to distance, the longest by a longshot. I really did enjoy it though, although the roads were open to vehicles, there just weren't that many on the rural roads of southern Alabama on an early Saturday. Including stops my time was closer to 4 hours, so I ended up having to wolf the food at the finish, grab my bling and go to get the hotel in time to shower and late checkout. That's right there was bling! A medal even for a bike ride (I didn't know honest)! The main soreness for me is the tendons connecting the quad to the knee it feels like, there's a bit of swelling and pain there when I sit down or stand up. My behind was basically painless though which is weird since it gave me problems on much shorter rides.
It really woke me up to how impossible the full length Ironman seems. 112 miles just on the bike? Out there for like 7 hours? Then run/shuffle a marathon? And that's assuming you survived the swim? No thanks, won't even attempt it for at least another year plus. I guess that means it's a distant possibility in the future though if I say it that way hmm....
So I know I can at least finish the swim for the Ironman 70.3 hopefully under the cutoff, I know I can finish the bike and not be too torn up, and obviously after all those half marathons in February the run should be the least of my worries (except it comes last). So we'll see how it all goes come 20 May!
Note: First comes the Minnie 5k+15k next weekend, DW and I will be there!
