Two years ago I entered my first mountain bike race. I entered as a first time beginner, which I was to mountain bike only events (however prior to this event I had already completed two Xterra triathlons). It was so cool. It had such a different feel from the triathlons and running events I had competed in. It was more a laid back, field party kinda atmosphere. The distance of my race was a little over 12-miles.
I remember how nervous I was prior to the start. I didn’t have an expensive name bike that many of the other riders had. I got my bike for less than $500 off eBay and put it together myself. I wasn’t dressed in the form fitting, ultra bike rider wear either. Just one of my holey workout tees and my single pair of bike shorts that I had gotten in college (10-years old). As I was heading to the start corral I was thinking how I had no business being there. ‘I’m sure that most of these guys were training several days a-week at least for this,’ I thought. My strategy at that point was to chill out, ride at a comfortable pace, enjoy the excitement of it all, and to not finish last.
However, when I was sitting on my bike in the corral, a staging area were heat riders congregate just prior to going to the start line, I was checking out the competition. There were a couple guys I knew that I could finish ahead of just by looking at them. Then I was watching the group ahead of us start, how some guys blew right off the line and got ahead of everyone else before going into the woods. Suddenly I found myself thinking that I might be able to win this thing instead of just trying to not finish last. Damn the competition! I’m going for Number One!
My training (term used loosely here for there was no specificity) for this event were 5-mile rides, twice a week, that were on the road to an afternoon appointment that I had. Other than that there was little time spent on the bike. Of course I was still running and kept up with my strength training so I’d say that my overall fitness was better than average.
When the gun fired for our start I focused only on the trail-head that entered the woods, about 500-yards slightly uphill, to the right. I am big fan of Lance Armstrong so I was using his high cadence maneuvering and was in sixth place as we turned into the woods. I passed two guys on the turn. Only three ahead of me!
We were less than two-minutes into this thing and already I was gasping air and my thighs felt like they would explode if I didn’t immediately cease this mad pedaling. The course we were riding was a combination of gravel roads, single track and open field, and chock full of roots, rocks, steep climbs, fast downhills, creek crossings, plus we had heavy rains the night before making some areas much more difficult to navigate. As we emerged from the woods into wide open field on a downhill I passed another rider. After only a mile I was already in third place! Pedal, pedal, pedal!
I quickly caught up to the next rider. I stayed on his rear wheel as we navigated through a pretty technical section of the woods and through many muddy switch-backs. As we approached the opening t another field I knew that I had to pass him now and put some distance between us. We were probably about 3-miles in and just as we entered the field, this time an uphill, I passed him and turned the crank as fast as I could up the hill before the next section in the woods. As I entered the woods I looked back to see that I was at least 150-yards up from him. Not quite comfortable. Pedal, pedal, pedal!
A few turns into the woods and I finally caught a glimpse of the leading rider. I was cresting a hill to see him vanishing into a turn in an up ahead downhill. That was last I saw of him until end.
For a the next mile or so I was all alone. I could see no one ahead of me or hear anyone behind me. Coming into the next field section there several riders about a hundred yards ahead. As I passed them on the next downhill I noticed one of the riders as my friend who encouraged me to enter this thing. I gave him a slap on the butt as I rode past. I was now passing guys that started the heat ahead of me (3-minutes prior to my start). This felt good and I used this as motivation to push even harder to bury the guys chasing me from my group. Pedal, pedal, pedal!
I’m not going to bore you all of the details from my race. I wanted to illustrate to you the power of focus. Fortunately I ended up being fit enough to push myself to a second place finish in my age/class group. However if I had not changed my mindset at the beginning of the race than I would have never known what I was really capable of.
How many times have you let yourself settle for less than you really are? In the same thought, how many times have you pushed yourself more than you thought you could and surprised yourself?
Let us know how you deal with fear and motivation.
Fight for YOUR Life!
David