The Hills are Alive; April 25 2009

My first "DNF " - 300 km - The Hills are Alive; April 25 2009

(Better a DNF at 221 km than a DNTry!)

Saturday morning I was up before my 4 AM alarm. Friday's -2 heavy frost caused me a little concern and I had decided I would bail if the temperature was below 5. Checking the temp with a flashlight, to avoid waking Melissa, I discovered what was to be the norm for the day; just enough good news to keep going. 6 degrees, just one degree on the side of a green light. The previous 200 km brevet had been doable. I have completed 200 km rides before. Today would be different, 300 km was pushing new limits. From the outset I decided 5 hours per 100 km would be the goal. injured

Within that I would let my body decide when to call it quits. Melissa, as always, was supportive.

After going through my morning routine I made the decision to ride the few km to the start. A little relaxed warm up before attacking the course. The start was 6 AM at Esquimalt and Tyee, after formalities we were off. Starting mid pack I was soon passed by a few more experianced Randonnuers. I had done most of the first 100 many times, along the waterfront, out to the first checkpoint in Sydney and back through Brentwood to Prospect lake. Somewhere near 10 mile Point David Kirsop caught up with me and we teamed up drafting each other well into West Saanich Road. After the airport I bid Dave adiue as I knew I could not keep his pace for the entire ride. I needed to reserve energy for the climbs ahead.

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Official route (less Sooke) in yellow; additional distance in purple.

Turning off Prospect to Munn Road the climbs began. There is a reason they call it the highlands. I had ridden hard with Dave and was averaging over 25 kph when I turned onto Munn. This was to drastically change. Riding alone from Brentwood, the steady climb up Munn was eating away at my confidence. Five kilometres shy of Millstream lake road I stopped to pull out my map and confirm that I still had farther to climb still. On the up side, or rather once on the upside, the turn onto Millstream brought a welcome descent to the second checkpoint in Langford. At 106.9 km my time of passage was 10:58 AM, 2 minutes under my self imposed 5 hour cut off. After signing my Brevet Card the Co-op attendant explained to his co-worker that I was doing a "kind of bicycle marathon ". Bouyed by my newfound "celebrity status " I stretched and headed out to tackle the Malahat. The next personal time check would be 4 PM with a goal of being 28 km past the Duncan Tim Horton's checkpoint.

My enthusiasm waned as Saturday morning highway traffic droned past me. By Goldstream Park hunger and cold drove me to a picnic site where I refuelled and changed my top. "Discretion is the better part of valour ", I told myself as I returned to the climb up the "hat ". While my legs were willing the cold of the morning was not lifting and the gathering clouds were mocking my decision against bringing rain gear. By the time I pulled into the rest area lookout on the summit I had decided to bail at Mill Bay and take the ferry home. Having ridden alone for as long as I had I was convinced the rest of the riders were long gone. As I sat on the picnic table, contemplating an early defeat, Jenny Watson and Patrick Wright on their tandem, along with another Randonneur waved to me as they passed. I reassessed where I was at in the scheme of things. Still I had to consider how far I had come in just over two years. The route passed by the Mill Bay terminal, I would decide once I got there.

At the turn off to the ferry ramp is a small cemetery. As I arrived the sun came out, a decision had to be made. While my legs would keep spinning I had an ominous feeling my energy was ebbing. Standing there, looking over the graveyard I was reminded that I was still on this side of the turf, I chuckled to myself. Two more Randonneurs rode by. I decided to at least get to "Timmy's", after all it was flat there and back to the ferry. The "Lakes and Herd" road hills would remind me why this was called" The Hills are Alive". However, arriving at the 172 km checkpoint at 3:17 I knew there was no way to meet my next time goal. I would not complete.

While at Tim Horton's I met the two riders, Philip Lennox and Jim Runkel, who had passed me in Mill Bay. Dave Macmurchie and I had leap-frogged each other through Duncan. Brynne and Mike Croy joined us all for an afternoon meal. We chatted and I explained my decision to accept a DNF on this brevet. While everyone was understanding, Brynne and Mike advised me the trip over Shawnigan was not as daunting as the summit. They invited me to ride with them to the Humpback turnoff. Their encouragement made the difference and once more I set out on the course. Shortly after leaving Duncan I would fade back again, resolved now to at least ride the remainder home

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Dave Macmurchie caught up with me at Shawnigan while I took a break again to stretch. I would catch him on the climb to the highway where he stopped to dress for the downhill run into Goldstream. I was out of dry clothes so a change was moot. The rest on the down hill would be my preparation for the last few kilometres home. Waiting at Humpback road were Brynne and Mike Croy. Dave's trepidation of doing Humpback alone was for not as they had kindly waited to see if we were going to continue.
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After 221 km officially, 12 1/2 hours on the road, this time my decision was final; I was heading home. I was unprepared for two more hours of cool night riding, a risk I would not take. The "Three musketeers" signed off my brevet card, and rode off into the sunset. In a little under an hour I was home, a phone call to Lindsay, the ride organiser to confirm my DNF and hear that Brynne, Mike and Dave had made it to Sooke and were heading back to the final checkpoint ended this adventure for me.

Epilogue
At the end of my 13+ hours on the road, 244 km was my odometer reading (11:16 riding, 21+ kph), the longest distance I had ever completed in a day.. A worthwhile effort in overcoming the "naysayer" old

in the back of my mind. Riding alone for a good portion was challenging, yet rewarding in the success of overcoming my own doubts. 55 km more next time, and there will be a next time. I will be a little more prepared both with gear and physically. Now if they only had a brevet from Merrit to Vancouver. Ah, ha, they could call it "The Hill is our Friend".

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