OFF TO NOWHERE
I signed up to race the 100 Miles of Nowhere, a charity race to raise funds for the Lance Armstrong Foundation. Also, the most ridiculous race I have ever heard of: Ride 100 miles, wherever you are, as fast as you can with as little movement as possible - brilliant! Over 400 people around the world signed up. As it turned out, the race was the same weekend we were going to the ranch in Lemhi, ID...aka the Middle of Nowhere.
RACE REPORT
Saturday I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and began riding at 5:00 a.m. on my home-made rollers (which were fashioned from irrigation pipe off my father's ranch in the other Middle of Nowhere... La Sal, UT). I quickly realized that my rollers were not fully efficient, with the belt (an old tube) slipping back and forth and off the drums about every 10 minutes. After 25 miles of getting nowhere while riding nowhere in a barn in the Middle of Nowhere, I decided to get outside and do the backup loop to nowhere.
The backup loop to nowhere was composed of three distinct stretches: The Farmhouse Stretch was 0.5 miles long and had the steepest grade of the ride...about 2%. The Highway Stretch was 1.2 miles long and was basically level, chipsealed, rough asphalt. The Backroad Stretch was 0.9 miles of gravel road including washboards and no less than 2 cattlegaurds. Wind (a constant 8 to 12 mph) raked straight up the Highway Stretch and down the Backroad Stretch, leaving the steep-graded Farmhouse Stretch relatively neutral.

So...in the final 75 miles of the race I completed 29 laps on the backup loop. This included 58 cattlegaurd crossings, 1 tube repair, 4 bottles of CarboRocket, 4 bottles of well water, 1 'What the CRAP!?' moment when my bike computer stopped working, 1 'Ohhh CarboRocket is not good on the bike computer' moment when I figured out what was wrong, 3 times passing the same horse riders on the Highway Stretch, 1 yell at the dog moment when it marked my bike while I was repairing a tube, 2 times chasing cows on the Backroad Stretch, 4 times passing ranchers on Farm Bikes with shovels mounted across their handlebars, and a lot of strange looks from country folk who have never seen (nor probably cared to see) a man wear lycra.


Stats? 100.6 miles ridden. 7 hours in the saddle. 9 hours total. 1 weekend thinking how nice it would be to live in the Middle of Nowhere.

SAPPINESS
It took my thick skull until mile 72 to finally think about what in the world I was doing this for! From that point on, the race changed for me. I thought about the great people in my life who are battling or have battled cancer. When I hit mile 80, members of my family began cheering me on every time I passed the ranch house. Every interaction I had with them between laps was a real treat! I realized that these uplifting, motivating interactions were most likely very similar to a phone call or note written or visit to anyone who is struggling in that epic battle of cancer. Then I remembered how lame I am at such simple acts...here's a little physical token of my appreciation for your courage, love, and friendships!
I signed up to race the 100 Miles of Nowhere, a charity race to raise funds for the Lance Armstrong Foundation. Also, the most ridiculous race I have ever heard of: Ride 100 miles, wherever you are, as fast as you can with as little movement as possible - brilliant! Over 400 people around the world signed up. As it turned out, the race was the same weekend we were going to the ranch in Lemhi, ID...aka the Middle of Nowhere.
RACE REPORT
Saturday I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and began riding at 5:00 a.m. on my home-made rollers (which were fashioned from irrigation pipe off my father's ranch in the other Middle of Nowhere... La Sal, UT). I quickly realized that my rollers were not fully efficient, with the belt (an old tube) slipping back and forth and off the drums about every 10 minutes. After 25 miles of getting nowhere while riding nowhere in a barn in the Middle of Nowhere, I decided to get outside and do the backup loop to nowhere.
The backup loop to nowhere was composed of three distinct stretches: The Farmhouse Stretch was 0.5 miles long and had the steepest grade of the ride...about 2%. The Highway Stretch was 1.2 miles long and was basically level, chipsealed, rough asphalt. The Backroad Stretch was 0.9 miles of gravel road including washboards and no less than 2 cattlegaurds. Wind (a constant 8 to 12 mph) raked straight up the Highway Stretch and down the Backroad Stretch, leaving the steep-graded Farmhouse Stretch relatively neutral.

So...in the final 75 miles of the race I completed 29 laps on the backup loop. This included 58 cattlegaurd crossings, 1 tube repair, 4 bottles of CarboRocket, 4 bottles of well water, 1 'What the CRAP!?' moment when my bike computer stopped working, 1 'Ohhh CarboRocket is not good on the bike computer' moment when I figured out what was wrong, 3 times passing the same horse riders on the Highway Stretch, 1 yell at the dog moment when it marked my bike while I was repairing a tube, 2 times chasing cows on the Backroad Stretch, 4 times passing ranchers on Farm Bikes with shovels mounted across their handlebars, and a lot of strange looks from country folk who have never seen (nor probably cared to see) a man wear lycra.
Stats? 100.6 miles ridden. 7 hours in the saddle. 9 hours total. 1 weekend thinking how nice it would be to live in the Middle of Nowhere.
SAPPINESS
It took my thick skull until mile 72 to finally think about what in the world I was doing this for! From that point on, the race changed for me. I thought about the great people in my life who are battling or have battled cancer. When I hit mile 80, members of my family began cheering me on every time I passed the ranch house. Every interaction I had with them between laps was a real treat! I realized that these uplifting, motivating interactions were most likely very similar to a phone call or note written or visit to anyone who is struggling in that epic battle of cancer. Then I remembered how lame I am at such simple acts...here's a little physical token of my appreciation for your courage, love, and friendships!












