Unbound Gravel 2022 Recap Part 2

This post covers my Unbound Gravel 2022 ride experience and thoughts on completing it! This blog does contain affiliate links - when you make a purchase using my link, I receive a very small commission, allowing me to continue to do this work. Thank you for your support.

104 miles. That is a really long way. Heck, I don’t even like to drive that far, let alone think about riding it. So I’m not lying when I say I thought about changing my registration multiple times from the 100 mile to the 50 mile distance.

I really didn’t think I could do it.

Seriously, the 50 mile distance in 2021 was probably the hardest ride I’ve ever done. The heat, chunky gravel, heavy bike - it was an incredibly challenging ride and I left saying I’d never do the 100.

So why did I choose Unbound Gravel to be my first century? And why did I add the pressure of a film crew documenting my experience? Who knows…but now that it’s over, holy cow was that fun. It’s all a bit of a blur honestly - those miles ticked by pretty quickly once I was on the course. Here’s how it all went down…

I got to the start line at 6:30 to meet up with the camera crew. They mounted a GoPro on my handlebars, launched a drone into the air to document the start, and followed me to the start line. I said hi to some of my friends at the pointy end of the race and found my place near the back of the corral. Following the advice of a few folks, I lined up with the 10 hour pace group, knowing my time would likely be a little bit slower than that, but that I needed to push myself a bit, and starting with faster folks might help.

Fresh and clean at the start line

The start was great - a neutral, slightly downhill paved start meant I was rolling comfortably at 17-18 mph. I remember looking down at my bike computer at mile .5 and jokingly calling out “Hey! Only 99 1/2 miles left to go!!” It did not go over well - these folks were serious and did not find it funny. I thought it was hilarious.

Around mile 3, the pavement ended and the gravel adventure began. The first few miles of any gravel event for me is all about finding my groove and getting comfortable. I settled into an 11mph pace and pretty quickly found myself all alone on the course.

I remember looking around and thinking “What the heck? I’m going at a decent speed… am I really that slow?”

Turns out, yes, I really am that slow.

The miles ticked by pretty quickly throughout the morning, with sprinkles of rain keeping me cool and feeling fresh. Was this really going to be this easy?

At mile 17 my right cleat started feeling funny. It was super loose - I could literally rotate my entire shoe around the cleat. Not good. (Prior to Unbound, I ordered a new pair of the Shimano RX8 Gravel shoes from CompetitiveCyclist.com (somehow I lost one in the move.) While I would never recommend new shoes for a long ride, these RX8 fit nearly perfectly and I wasn’t worried about breaking them in.)

Getting super annoyed with my cleat situation, I decided to pull over and see what was up. I quickly realized that I had lost a bolt on my cleats and the remaining bolt was hardly holding the cleat onto the shoe, and definitely not keeping my foot on the pedal!

My first attempt at fixing it was to just re-tighten the one remaining bolt. This worked for about a mile. Feeling frustrated but hopefully, I stopped again decided to MacGyver a solution. I grabbed a spare bolt from my fork, screwed it into my cleat and hopped back on the bike.

Normally, I would take the time to fix an issue like this fully, but I was running up agains the clock. To make the cutoff time, I had to make it to mile 64 by 1:30pm, which meant averaging 10 mph. Every time I stopped I was eating precious minutes.

Mounting my bike again with my newly improvised shoe situation, I immediately realized that my solution would not work at all. Not only had I not fixed the issue, but I ‘d made it worse. Now, my foot was literally resting on top of my pedals with no ability to clip in.

I settled back into a rhythm, determined to make up some time. The first half of the course was a pretty gradual climb into the Flint Hills. One thing I love about Kansas is that none of the climbs are sustained. It’s not like Washington where you start climbing and twenty minutes later you’re still climbing the same damn hill.

Kansas Hills

Not out here. All of the climbs were short, sometimes punchy climbs, but overall very very doable. There were two or three very short sections of 14 to 15% incline that I walked up, but I’m going to call that strategy. With a 1x11 drivetrain, I don’t have the lowest climbing gears, so walking is simply more efficient for me.

With my right foot not attached to the pedals, the ride got a little bit trickier, especially on some water crossings and rough downhills. I hit the high point of the course at mile 43 right as a giant thunderstorm let loose - the temperature dropped, massive wind and rain, thunder and lightning. I legitimately thought it was going to be a reenactment of the scene from Twister where the cow goes flying. It was intense.

The sky just before it opened up.

Flying down the hills into the midway check point, I had my first opportunity of the day to share someone’s wheel. Two pro women caught me (they had hit some ridiculous mechanical issues) and invited me to ride with them on the descent.

We were flying. We hit 29 miles per hour, an absolute god send for me as I was still rushing to beat the 1:30pm time cutoff. As the minutes ticked down to 1:30 the miles went by slower than ever. It was looking increasingly likely that I wouldn’t make the time cutoff.

I vacillated between excitement that I was doing the thing, anxiety that I had worked this hard and still missed the cutoff, and pride that I was doing the dang thing! I used every last bit of juice I had in the tank to pedal my heart out into the check point in Madison, buoyed by the crowds cheering for me.

Hanging with Ellen Noble, one of my cycling heroes during my Shakedown ride on Friday

By some stroke of magic, I rolled across the timing chip at 1:30, literally with no time to spare. As I rolled into my support crew who had clean socks and shoes, food, more water, and a big camera in my face, the men’s leaders on the 200 mile course rolled in right behind me.

After I made the time cut-off, all stress I had melted away. All I had to do now was ride another 40 miles to the finish - but I could take as much time as I wanted. My focus shifted from beating the clock to having fun, and I am so grateful I made this mental switch, because after the mid-way point, things got absolutely ridiculous on course.

You’ve probably seen the photos of riders and their bikes caked in mud. The massive thunderstorm I had ridden through earlier did an excellent job of turning the dirt roads into pure peanut butter mud. I did my best to use my cyclocross skills and ride as much of the mud section as possible, but eventually it became too thick and I had to walk.

The MUD

This one mile section took nearly an hour to get through. I carried my bike. I shuffled along with my bike. At one point, I tried to walk in the grass above the mud, only to slip and literally slide five feet down the muddy embankment. Thankfully, none of these falls caused any injuries - but every time I hit the ground, I got more and more covered in mud. All I could do was laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

At this point, I was so grateful to not actually be racing and just trying to make it to the end. Having to get through this section quickly would have been hell. I watched the women’s leader, Sofia Gomez Villafane fly by me and dang, she is a talented rider.

Everything is fine. Zero problems on this ride. :)

Towards the end of the muddy section there was thankfully a creek crossing perfect to wash our bikes in. I wish I had a photo of this section - it was mayhem. With the thunderstorm, the creek was flowing super fast and if you weren’t careful, you’d get swept downstream.

While I was washing my bike, fellow Pearl Izumi athlete Hannah Shell and my old friend turned Pro Heidi Franz came through, so I was able to help both of them was their bikes. They were in a huge hurry, so it was fun to be able to offer some encouragement and make their day a little smoother. That’s one of the things I love about gravel - we’re all out on the same course and sometimes you get lucky enough to ride next to the pros.

Hey, that’s not supposed to look like that!

With my bike relatively clean (or at least ridable), I settled in for the last 30 miles. Still feeling pretty dang good, my average pace actually increased on the 2nd half of the day to about 12 mph. This part of the day was super fun, as pacelines of fast folks finishing the 200 mile distance were continually passing me. Normally, I would never call getting passed fun, but they were all so supportive. So many cheers of “Good Job” and “YEAH!!! MARLEY!!!!” as they flew past me. I really felt like I belonged and that this was my community.

And then my shoe troubles came back to haunt me.

I swapped socks and shoes at the midway point which felt absolutely amazing - until the muddy section. Not surprisingly, my cleats became super jammed up with mud, making clipping in and out of my pedals incredibly hard. It got so bad I actually couldn’t unclip either shoe, forcing a few slow motion falls when I needed to stop. Eventually, I figured out that I could loosen my shoes, letting me pull my foot out of my shoe when I needed to stop. Ridiculous.

The last 15 miles were a blur. I was riding high on the success of my day so far and still feeling great. I was doing an excellent job continually fueling myself and staying hydrated - besides my shoe woes, everything was going better than expected!

As we got closer to town there were a few groups of spectators on the side of the road, offering water, beer and snacks. I gratefully grabbed a Miller Lite and slow rolled a mile, savoring the crisp coolness of the brew. At mile 100, I let out a huge cheer…and realized I still had 4 more miles to go but at this point, barring something absolutely catastrophic, I was actually going to finish!

So gross.

The last push uphill on the Emporia State University campus nearly killed me, but with throngs of cheering crowds on either side, there was no way I wasn’t going to give it my all. Slowly climbing this hill, I put everything I had into each pedal stroke. I was rewarded at the top with a shot of fireball, yet again putting to use my cyclocross skills with a clean handup. I took the shot, gagging and regretting my decision and was off for the last half mile to the finish.

The finish line chute was like nothing I had experienced before - crowds of people lining the street for 5 blocks before the finish line, cheering and chanting. I pulled my foot out of my shoe again (I’d have to stop soon) and rode the last 300 yards with my foot resting on top of my shoe. At this point, all I wanted to do was finish.

Pure joy at the finish

As I crossed the finish line, a volunteer handed me an ice cold towel from Chamois Butt’r and I collapsed into a puddle of mud, tears, and elation that I had actually done it. I finished Unbound Gravel 100, making it my very first century ride!

I am so grateful to the team in Emporia who puts on this event, to all my sponsors for their support, and everyone who helped me get here. I’m also super grateful to Justin Balog and Freddy Winters who were a super fun film crew to work with and were an excellent support team. I can’t wait to see what they produce - hopefully a gem!

In the end , I finished in 12 hours, 44 minutes. My heart rate averaged 145 bpm, which is Zone 3 for me. Overall, it was a hard ride, but not harder than so many other things I’ve done in my life. I’m so excited to do it again - maybe next time with less mud.

Well, I didn’t win, but I’m pretty dang proud of this.

MidSouth Gravel 2022 - The Weekend that had it all

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I first heard of the MidSouth Gravel race a few years ago on Instagram - images of thick clay mud clogging derailleurs and talks of some Bobby guy who gave epic finish line hugs. Honestly, it didn’t register as much of a thing for me - why would I use precious vacation time and hard-earned money to ride my bike in Oklahoma?

Well, fast forward two years and even though we’re already a week post-event I can’t stop gushing about MidSouth. This is a truly special event. What follows below is part ride-recap and part thank you to the organizers and community. It might be a bit chaotic at times but I think that reflects the manic energy of the weekend that I’m still buzzing on. Enjoy.

The Ride

The MidSouth Gravel course is infamous for its variable conditions - if it’s dry, the course is fast and zippy. If it’s wet, the red clay turns to thick peanut butter, eating derailleurs and forcing many to hike their bikes.

This year’s weather forecast did not make preparation easy. In the week leading up to the event, the forecast called for snow, rain, wind, and sunny skies. With this potential weather mess, I seriously considered taking my single speed Surly (that I had raced cyclocross on.) I know how this bike fits and rides, and while it might not be the most fun with only one gear, it seemed the most logical choice.

If you’ve seen photos, you’ll know that I did not end up riding this bike .

With freezing temperatures and snow falling on Friday before the race, the real question was what would actually prevail on race day?

I ended up on my Velo Orange Piolet, the same bike I rode for the All Bodies on Bikes film and my attempt at the Baja Divide. With a Shimano GRX drivetrain with12 speeds in back and a teeny-tiny little climbing gear, there was no question I could climb the hills of Oklahoma. To be determined if the roads would be passable or pure peanut butter, but the decision was made.

As predicted, a cold front blew in on Thursday afternoon, dumping an inch of snow on Stillwater, Oklahoma. The wild weather didn’t seem to deter anyone, as nearly 40 people turned up for my Chamois Butt’r pre-ride, and even more took on the 50k Ultra Run in the snow. Brrrrrrr.

Throughout the day on Friday, the sun came out and the snow melted away, clearing the way for the winds to whip through and dry out the course. All my fears about a muddy course were gone - it was almost entirely dry on the course by the time we rode on Saturday.

And ooh, that course. I would ride that every day if I could. Punchy climbs, fast descents and absolutely gorgeous views. Every time I ride in the MidWest I’m astounded by how pretty it is - you really just don’t get that when you’re driving through on the interstate.

Most of the course looked like the photo above - red dirt, small gravel - overall easy to handle gravel. The 56 mile route had a really fun little double-track section that led into shale steps, requiring a bit of mountain bike style handling. This was my absolute favorite section of the course and while I wish there were photos of it, for once I was too busy riding to get out my camera.

My goal for MidSouth was to use it as a gauge of my fitness and readiness for this upcoming season. I’ve signed up for more gravel events and riding than I ever have before, including a quickly approaching 100 mile attempt at Unbound Gravel. Overall, my body felt great throughout the entire ride, minus the need to poop from mile 33 on. You haven’t lived until you’ve searched desperately for a porta-potty in the middle of Oklahoma and come up empty. *(I’m happy to report I made it to the finish line without a poop incident.)

Sweet sweet salvation

I rode most of the day alone, but surrounded by some incredibly kind, inspiring and fun people. At the back of the pack, we’re all out there on our own journey. It’s kind of funny - I’m pretty slow, but my body felt good the whole time, so I found myself often cheerleading struggling riders, offering food and letting people ride my wheel into the epic headwind.

I finished my ride in a little over 7 hours, with 6ish hours of riding time. I met my goals of limiting my time at rest stops, eating consistently throughout the day, and having a good time. Crossing that finish line I definitely still had a lot of miles left in my legs which I think sets me up well for the rest of the season.

Community is everything

If you read or hear anything about MidSouth, you will undoubedtly hear about the magical community surrounding this event. It’s not a lie. The intentionality, love, care, and energy that Bobby, Joshua, Sally, Crystal, Clare, Trevor & so many more people have put into this whole weekend is unreal. I’ve never attended a more welcoming, inclusive, and downright fun event. Bobby and his team go out of their way to ensure that every single rider/runner/family member feels just as welcome as the winners and the pro’s. And that finish line hug from Bobby was truly amazing.

As an event planner myself, I know the work that this takes. It doesn’t come automatically. But damn this team is doing a phenomenal job, and I hope that other event organizers take a page from their book. Great work MidSouth - can’t wait to go back to Stillwater for more.

Trip Report: Inclusive Design Campout with NEMO Equipment

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An Adventure with NEMO’s Product Design Team and Central Maine Adaptive Sports

If you’re familiar with my work, you know that I focus on making the outdoor industry, specifically the bike world, more accessible to fat people. My vision, however, is a world where all outdoors equipment is accessible to people of all sizes and shapes. 

If you’re fat and have tried to go backpacking or bikepacking, you know the problem. Lightweight, backcountry gear is not made for big people. Sleeping bags and pads are too narrow, camp furniture doesn’t hold our weight, and often the backpacks don’t fit us. The gear that does work for us is often too big or bulky to reasonably stuff down for a backpacking or bikepacking trip. 

Which leads me to the Inclusive Design Camping Trip I got to go on last weekend with NEMO Equipment and Central Maine Adaptive Sports. There might be hope you guys!!

New friends from Central Maine Adaptive Sports

Let me back up a minute.   One of the first brands I worked with on size inclusive design was NEMO Equipment. In February, I was invited to be on an Inclusive Design Panel with a few other folks, including Christy Gardner, a Special Olympics Coach, and a few other athletes/outdoors people. 

On that panel with the NEMO Product team, we each shared our experience as non-traditional outdoors people and the challenges we encounter with standard camping equipment. I specifically detailed my frustration with camp furniture weight limits typically being pretty low, not having enough room in my sleeping bag, and the length of tent poles for bikepacking. Christy and the other athletes shared their experiences, including getting into/out of a tent in a wheelchair, struggling with zippers with using prosthesis and missing limbs, and other challenges.

Even though this panel was virtual, the product team had so many great questions and ideas for improvements that could potentially be made and seemed genuinely excited to improve on their designs to make them more accessible to wider audience. At the end of the panel, we jokingly discussed getting together once it was safe to do so for a real camping trip…and what do you know, it actually happened!

Setting up camp with the Product Design Team

We camped at Christy’s brand new house, built for her by A Soldier’s Journey Home. 

Christy is the Board President for Central Maine Adaptive Sports and was an Army Sergeant in Korea when she was severely injured during a foot patrol, leaving her with severe injuries that have resulted in a double amputation, a spinal cord injury, and other lasting injuries. 

Christy’s pack of eight dogs! Two of them are hers - she’s training the other six to be Service Dogs

She’s a powerhouse of good-she’s a professional athlete, she founded Mission Working Dogs and is currently living with 8 dogs, six of them service dogs in training at her house! I was exhausted just watching her in action! 

Ok- sorry for all the gushing. But seriously - you know when you meet someone who is making changes in the world and you just want to support everything they’re doing? That’s how I feel about the work Christy is doing. I’m really excited I met her and really hope we can do some work together in the future - especially around adaptive cycling! 

So this camping trip! HOLY MOLEY! What a treat!

First off - Maine is absolutely stunning! I don’t know if it’s normal to have 70 degree weather in October, but I’ll take it. The night was cold, but I was nice and toasty with a campfire and 15 degree sleeping bag. 

To give the product team the best insight, they were split up among participants for camp setup. I was tasked with setting up the Aurora Backpacking Tent, the Quasar 3D Sleeping Pad, the Women’s Disco 15 Degree Bag and the Stargaze Recliner Luxury Chair (which is definitely going on my wish list.) On my “team” to help out was Cam, the CEO, and Mark, a Product Designer. I have to tell you, it was a bit embarrassing to admit to them that I don’t read instructions on tents, but they wanted to watch my actual process. So I gave them the truth! 

After camp setup, we enjoyed a dinner together, campfire and s’mores and lots of dog snuggles. Christy brought out a few of her wheelchairs for the team to test out, which was surprisingly fun, especially the chair she uses in the snow. I retired pretty early and actually had a really cozy night’s sleep - and the sleeping bag fit!! I could fully zip the whole bag up around my body with my arms inside the bag with room to spare! 

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After breakfast the next morning, we did a debrief around the fire, sharing our experiences with the equipment. We each shared one thing we were delighted with, one thing we were surprised by, and one thing we were frustrated by. It was super cool to hear everyone’s experiences and you could see the product team taking notes in their head for ideas to take back to the office.

From there, we broke down camp and cleaned up, leaving Christy’s backyard once again to the dogs. I caught a ride into Boston, where I had an All Bodies on Bikeside planned for the next day! 

Overall, it truly felt like the NEMO product team actually paid attention to our feedback and cared about our experiences and really wanted to learn from the trip. From the engineers to the designers, they all had thoughtful questions and genuinely got to know us.

Debriefing our experiences around the campfire

Honestly, I’m so appreciative for the time, effort, and money that was put into this trip. Perhaps most refreshing of all - there wasn’t a photographer or media person on the trip. There was no live tweeting or updating NEMO’s stories about this. I don’t think there’s even a mention of this on any of their social media. In fact, I had to get permission to write this blog - NEMO is not doing inclusive design just for the likes. They’re doing it because it’s the right thing to do.

But they’re also not promising anything yet, in terms of new products, which I honestly appreciate.  We all know how businesses work - priorities can change in an instant, things get put to the chopping block and supply chains can disrupt everything. 

While we’re not at a fully inclusive outdoor world yet, trips like this are a great step in that direction. Thanks for including me in this effort NEMO and I’m so excited for this more inclusive world we’re creating together! 

Unbound Gravel - The World's Largest Gravel Event Ride Report

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I’m a Yes person. When given the opportunity to do something new, I try and always say yes (unless it involves olives - then it’s a hard no.) Life is way too short and fleeting to not experience every single thing I can. Which is how I found myself in Kansas last week riding 50 miles of gravel at the Garmin Unbound Gravel event with absolutely zero idea how big of a deal it was. 

Unbound Gravel is the world’s largest gravel race and event, taking place in tiny Emporia, Kansas and drawing over 4,000 cyclists from across the globe. After a name change, skipping the event for obvious reasons in 2020, and making a few logistical changes for COVID, this year’s event was good to go for June 4-6.

For most, Unbound Gravel is either a 100 or 200 mile race. Some super endurance athletes (like Lael Wilcox) challenge themselves with Unbound XL, nearly 357 miles of gravel all at one go. Y’all know me though- I don’t race and I don’t think I’ve ever ridden 100 miles at one time. (The closest I’ve ever gotten is 97 on bike tour and that was by accident.) Hell, I don’t even like to drive that far in one go. 

Thankfully for us ‘everyday folk’, Unbound also has two shorter distance options- 25 miles and 50 miles. Both of these are also “fun rides”, so no podiums and no racing. SIGN ME UP.

This is part 1 of my report, covering my prep, training & travel & my ride. Part 2 will be coming soon which will cover the rest of the event including the 100 & 200 Mile, the XL ride, and my time in Kansas City! 

Preparation, Training & Travel

To be fair, I didn’t prep much…. I didn’t intentionally not prepare a ton for Unbound. Life is just really super busy right now and I (accurately) assumed all the riding I’ve been doing this year would be adequate prep for the ride. 

The little that I did read about Unbound Gravel warned of sharp gravel in the Flint Hills, unrelenting hills, and wind. The only variable of those that I could really prep for was the sharp gravel. To do so, I outfitted my bike with new tires - the SimWorks SuperYummy tires with reinforced sidewalls which performed beautifully. I also carried 3 spare tubes and a patch kit which I didn’t need for my bike (but did get lots of use on other bikes. More on that later.)

As for training, by the time I found out I got an entry to the event, it was a little late to train. To be fair, I’ve been riding more this winter and spring than most years, so I felt pretty confident that 50 miles was easily doable, especially since I wouldn’t be racing.

My biggest anxiety was travel. I hadn’t flown since November 2019 - way before COVID. I’d also never flown with my own bike before, so there was a big learning curve there too! Thankfully, I have a hard shell Serfas bike case that a friend found at Goodwill for $19.99. Deal of the year, as these are typically hundreds of dollars. 

I watched many YouTube videos on how to pack a bike for travel and sure enough it was actually quite simple. Here’s my quick write-up on how to travel with your bike. 

The Event Itself

Thursday - Pre-Ride & Getting my Bearings 

I arrived in Emporia on Thursday morning about an hour before the pre-ride I was scheduled to lead took off. My first stop was Gravel City Roasters, where I got my first taste of what the the rest of the weekend would be like.

Hanging in front casually drinking coffee next to some very fancy bikes were a bunch of very fit (and cool) looking cyclists and an equal number of photographers. (This was a common theme throughout the weekend. Nearly anytime there was a pro or pro-team, there were accompanying photographers or camera people. On me too.) 

 I was recognized almost immediately and any nerves I had melted away, as we all introduced ourselves and folks told me how stoked they were for the inclusion efforts we were doing! 

At 10, I met up with Crystal Kovacs, a fellow Shimano ambassador, who helped me lead a Shimano All Bodies on Bikes Pre-Ride. I’m so grateful to the Unbound organizers for creating this intentional space for inclusivity and community building. It was honestly so cool - 80ish people showed up, including the TIBCO Race team, a former winner of the race, and two people who had never done a group ride before! (There was definitely some mutual fan-girling going on…)

Crystal led the ride for the first 8 miles while I was sweeper, staying in the back of the pack to make sure everyone stayed with the group. (This is one of my recommended best practices for group rides.) Midway through, we swapped and I had the opportunity to move to the front and lead the group for the rest of the ride. This felt surreal, as I’ve never gotten to ride with elite athletes and feel included - but that’s exactly what happened. I set the pace (about 14 mph - which felt fast to me) and we cruised through 17 miles of gorgeous Kansas farm roads in a nice preview of the upcoming rides. 

Around mile 13 I stopped the group at the top of a short climb to regroup and take a group photo and took the opportunity to explain All Bodies on Bikes. I also noticed at this point that my back wheel was about to come out of the dropouts!! This is why we do shakedown rides!! 

The rest of Thursday was spent getting mentally and physically ready for my big ride the next day. I checked into the dorms at Emporia State University and spent some time at the Expo, picking up my rider packet, chatting with all sorts of vendors, and meeting fans (which might be the strangest thing I’ve ever written.)  The wonderful mechanics on-site from Shimano also gave my bike a once-over, and it’s a good thing they did as apparently my derailleur was loose! 

I closed out Thursday night with dinner with the entire team from Shimano, who invited me to join them at their team dinner. It was so lovely to meet Nick and Meredith and Ryan - all the folks I’ve been working with for nearly a year on All Bodies on Bikes, but haven’t actually met in person! I’m so grateful to have them as a sponsor and getting to know the team casually over dinner was the perfect introduction. 

Friday - 52 Miles of Sun Baked Gravel

I slept surprisingly well considering how over-stimulated I was and woke up feeling excited to ride. Our lodging at Emporia State University included food, so I headed to the dorm cafeteria with my new bestie, Rachel, who I met on my pre-ride. I tried to keep my food intake consistent to what I eat while I’m at home before a big ride, so yogurt with granola, some scrambled eggs and a banana. 

The 25 and 50 mile rides didn’t start until 10:30am, so I had plenty of time to get ready. I stopped by the donut shop and picked up a dozen donuts for the Shimano tent (to say thanks), grabbed coffee (the aforementioned 4 shot iced latte - oops), and filled all my water bottles. I then waited for the start under the shade of the Shimano tent, as the temps were already in the high 80s. 

Around 10:15, I lined up at the start line and was surprised to see no less than 5 cameras on me. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by this now, but I still feel like a regular old person. Oh, I was also doing a takeover for the Pearl Izumi Instagram, so lots of things going on in my head besides just riding my bike.

At 10:30, we started, led by a neutral support vehicle for the first 2 miles. This meant that I was in the very front of the pack with the strongest riders, going nearly 18mph for the start of the ride. While exhilarating, this pace was way too fast for me and totally unsustainable, so as soon as we left town and hit the gravel, I was able to slow down and start riding at my own pace. 

Thanks to a combination of nerves, way too much caffeine, and starting out too fast, my heart rate was at 180 and I was struggling by mile 8. I’ve been riding with the Wahoo Tickr heart rate monitor since October and I’ve found it’s a really good way to keep an eye on my efforts and exertion level. I find that for long rides, I try and keep my heart rate around 130-140 which is comfortable for a long period time. 

I battled through mentally and rode until mile 10, where I found the first spot of shade on the side of the road. My plan was to turn on my headphones (one ear bud only), eat a quick snack, and get back on the road. Well, the universe had other plans for me, as the first flat tire of the day found its way to me. 

As I’m getting ready to get back on my bike, I see a young teenager walking towards me, looking upset. As a serious empath, I can immediately sense something is wrong and sure enough, he has a flat back tire with no means to fix it. He was on the route with his uncle, who had gotten ahead of him with all the repair supplies. Pro-tip: carry your own supplies! If you get separated from your friend with the flat fix supplies and you flat, you’re screwed! We patched up his tire and got him back on the road. By this time, I was feeling fully rested and ready to ride, but had also stopped for nearly 20. minutes. Ugghhhhh…….

The first rest stop was at mile 15, in a tiny little town called Americus. It felt like an oasis in the desert. Cold drinks, pickles, snacks, cold water. I could’ve stayed there all day. But after a quick snack, wetting down of all my gear to try and stay cool, and live update for Pearl Izumi, I was back on my bike. At this point I also met up with the filmmaker again, who would ride along side me getting footage for the next 15 miles or so.

From here, the ride got a bit more challenging physically, as we started entering the rolling hills of the Flint Hills. To my surprise, my legs felt super strong and I didn’t walk any of the hills. I don’t think that has ever happened to me on a ride, ever. I found myself passing people left and right while climbing - seriously something that has never happened. They all ended up passing again, as I continued to check on people I passed and often ended up offering aid (either water, food, or three more flat fixes.) 

Sidenote: I don’t know if it was the weather or what, but there were a lot of people who were truly underprepared on the 50 mile route. There were a few where I was actually concerned for their health and safety and felt bad leaving them on the side of the road to wait for a car rescue while I continued to ride. I don’t know what can be done in the future to prevent this, but so many people were not prepared to be self-sufficient. 

The heat continued to build and became my true struggle as the day wore on. At mile 30ish, I went past a private lake - a PRIVATE LAKE?!?! Can someone please explain to me how you privatize a lake? As I rode by it, I kept seeing signs that said “No Swimming, No Fishing, No Trespassing” and man was that demoralizing. As I rounded the corner, however, and faced a wall of a hill, I saw a few folks sitting by the side of the road cheering on riders…turned out they lived on the private lake and gave me permission to jump in!! Hallelujah!! 

Turns out the Pearl Izumi PRO Bibs and Quest Jersey make a decent swimsuit too :) For reference, I wear a 2XL in both of these pieces.

The dip in the lake cooled me down and I felt ready to take on the last half of the race. My body was still feeling good (although I definitely was not consuming enough calories) and I was able to get through some punchy little hills on my way back to Emporia.

I rolled back through the checkpoint at Americus (mile 43 on the way back) and mentally was ready for the ride to be over. While there, we were told that the timing point would be turned off at 4pm, which was a bit of a surprise to those of us who were out there. Getting the hint that I needed to get my butt in gear, I got back on my bike and ground out the last 10 miles. 

With 5 miles to go, my new friend Rachael appeared out of nowhere and was just the mental boost I needed to get back. She was doing a final pre-ride before her 100 mile race the next day and was the perfect cheerleader to get me those few miles back into town. She also met me at the finish line with my sandals and pickles -and took me to ice cream after the ride. True friendship right there. :) 

My new friend Rachel to the rescue. She rode with me the last 5 miles into town as I was struggling!!

After seemingly forever, I rolled back into Emporia, where most of the festivities for the day were over. I was greeted kindly by some local high school kids volunteering at the finish line with an ice cold towel, cold water and a finishers medal. I was overwhelmed with pride, emotion and exhaustion and promptly laid down in ice that had been dumped on the grass. 

Once my body cooled down, I did some post-ride interviews and hitched a ride back to the dorms to clean up. I don’t know if I’ve ever taken a more welcome shower. 

Overall, my body still felt great. No hot spots, no super sore areas - just really really warm and nauseous (which I’d been battling all day.) I had a bit of pasta for dinner to try and recoup the calories lost, but found that I had zero appetite. I’m still perplexed by this, as I’m typically super hungry after a hard ride. I’m guessing it was the heat but who knows. 

In true Marley fashion, instead of being responsible and going to bed early, I took advantage of being vaccinated and had some excellent, consenting fun - thanks Tinder. Definitely looking forward to a good summer of making up for COVID ;)

You’d totally swipe right, don’t lie.

Reflections - What I learned and Will do Differently Next Time

The Good:

My bike set up was 100. The tires, gearing and overall setup were excellent. I might consider wearing different shoes next time, as I did have some numbness.

Clothing choice - With practically zero experience riding in hot conditions, I didn’t know what kit to wear. I chose the Pearl Izumi PRO Bib Short and Quest Jersey - turned out to be a perfect combo. I rode with the jersey unzipped most of the day which gave lots of air flow and was able to take it off quickly to dunk in water whenever I could. 

On-Bike Food & Water - Even though I didn’t eat most of what I had on my bike, I had more than enough for me and the couple of folks I ran into who needed it. I carried 2 liters of water on my back plus 3 bottles, which turned out to be the perfect amount for a hot day. I also refilled twice throughout the day.

Mechanical Prep - I carried 3 tubes, a flat kit, tubeless repair, multi-tool, frame pump and zip ties. I didn’t need any of it for my own bike but ended up using nearly everything for other people. It feels good to be self-sufficient, but also a good example for other people and to be able to help out. 

Things I’ll Change Next Time

Travel. I’ll use Bike Flights- the bike case was great, but lugging it through the airport was a pain in the butt. I’ll spring for shipping it next time to not have to deal with transporting it.

Caffeine - Keep it consistent to what I normally drink. When the barista accidentally gives you a 4 shot latte, its ok to politely say “I only need 2 shots. Thank you.” Your heart rate during the ride will thank you.

Nutrition - less real food if its blazing hot, more gels and shot blocks. And pickles.

OK!!! That’s all she wrote for now. Part 2 with my experience as a support person for Rachael in the 100 Mile Race, a Recap of our All Bodies on Bikes Ride in Kansas City, and the KC Fun Ride Coming Soon!!