Marley's 2023 MidSouth Gravel 100 Recap

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My event season officially kicked off a couple weeks ago, with MidSouth Gravel in Stillwater, Oklahoma. Heading into the weekend I was feeling a bit wary about my capability to ride 100 miles - my knee is still not back to 100% and my lungs are still clearing themselves after a bout of bronchitis. 

Celebrating my DFL win at the end of MidSouth

But there is something incredibly special about MidSouth Gravel and spoiler alert, I ended up riding all 100 miles AND taking home the coveted prize of DFL (Dead F*cking Last.) Here’s how it all went down…

I signed up for MidSouth 2023 before my knee surgery (in September 2022.) I figured the 100 mile distance would be a good goal to shoot for - knowing that I could always drop down to either the 50 mile or the 12 mile Inspiration Ride. I did in fact change my distance choice during check-in on Friday, only to be convinced by Event Director Bobby Wintle to for the 100.

If you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Bobby Wintle in person, I strongly recommend taking a trip to District Bicycles in Stillwater, Oklahoma to do so.. Bobby is the heart and soul of the bike community in Stillwater, having built a friendly, supportive and adventurous community around him. 

After a rousing Rider Meeting, Bobby had me dang near convinced I could do anything I could put my mind to - so I decided then and there that I’d ride the 100 miler. What could go wrong?

MidSouth is like a family reunion with your cousins that you actually like.

One of my goals for the event season this year is to really take care of my body and to be more intentional with my time during events. I learned the hard way last year that the days before the ride of socializing, spending time at the expo and leading shake down rides was a perfect recipe for emptying my tank before arriving at the start line. To that end, I’ll be doing less shake-down rides, instead hosting community All Bodies on Bikes rides adjacent to the big events. Keep an eye out for more.

I’m proud to say I’m off to a good start this year, limiting my time at the MidSouth Expo while still visiting all my sponsors and friends. I was also lucky enough to be invited to the Skratch Labs house for a delicious dinner on Friday night where I got to enjoy a delicious dinner with some of my cycling heroes, including Meg Fisher and Ellen Noble! This weekend was off to a great start! 

Bike, Food and Hydration Preparation

I rode my Cannondale Topstone 4, the same gravel bike I’ve been on since Unbound Gravel in 2022. This year, I’ve swapped the stock drivetrain for a Shimano 1x11 GRX system, capable of handling steeper hills a bit better. Even with the improved climbing gears, I still walked a couple of hills, being extra careful with my knee.

My beautiful bike, taking a much needed rest.

I also worked with accomplished cycling coach and endurance racer Ernie Lechuga on a bike fit, making small modifications to my fit including lowering my handlebars and shifting my saddle position.  MidSouth would be the first big test of the bike fit and in retrospect, it was a key factor in my success.

Prior to the race, I also added a few more ounces of sealant to both tires. I’ve been running the Panaracer 700 x 43 Gravel King SK tires for all of my gravel rides and knock-on wood, have had zero issues. I love these tires for just about any surface - chunky gravel, smooth tarmac and sloppy singletrack.

The other modification I made to my bike for this race was installing a side-loading bottle cage on the top tube. With my tiny frame (I ride an XS bike), there isn’t room for 2 full-sized water bottles within the triangle, so instead, I have one bottle in the triangle, and one on the top. Both of these bottles get filled with Skratch Hydration Fuel for electrolytes, while my plain water goes on my back in an Apidura hydration vest.

I have no idea how the math works out, but based on all my training rides, I know that I expend roughly the same amount of calories as feet climbed during a ride, with caloric burn slowing throughout the day. For example,  on a typical 30 mile, 3000 ft training ride in Arkansas, I’ll burn between 2800 and 3200 calories, depending on how hard I’m pushing myself. On a 50 mile ride, 3500 foot ride I’ll hit about 5500 calories and last year during Unbound, my Wahoo predicted I burned nearly 8,000 calories. 

I have no idea if this is accurate or not, but I know that it means I need to eat all day long. As I’ve increased my training miles, I’ve also dialed in my on-the-bike nutrition a bit more as well. 

I like a mix of gels, bars, trail mix, and real food on the bike.

This year for MidSouth, I carried the following

• Bag of magic trailmix (peanuts, peanut butter m&m’s, gummy bears, oreos)

• 4 packs Twisted Spoke CBD Energy Chews (use the code Marley for 10% off your purchase at Twisted Spoke)

• 3 packs Skratch Energy Chews

• 2 Skratch Rice Cakes

• 4 GU Energy Gels

• 1 Emergency Burrito (bean and cheese from the day before because I forgot to take it out…definitely still edible if it came down to it.)

I ate almost everything, except the burrito and one pack of Skratch Energy Chews. While on the course, I also ate the following delicacies:

• 2 packs Cheetos

• 3 Clementines

• ½ a non-alcoholic beer from Cloudburst Brewing

• 1 oreo

• 1 Samoa Girl Scout Cookie

• 3 pieces of bacon from the Chamois Butt’r Aid Station

• 1 Cup of Cold Brew Coffee from Aspen Coffee Roasters

• ½ peanut butter and jelly quesadilla

And I think that’s it.

I have my Wahoo Bolt set up to remind me to drink every 20 minutes and to eat every 100 calories. While it’s annoying to get those reminders, I find it’s actually helpful, as otherwise it’s easy to let yourself get hungry. Some of the best advice I ever heard was from Meg Fisher, who said “If you think you’re sad, you need to eat.”

The Actual Ride

You’d think I’d have a ton of details to share about the ride, covering 100 miles and over 14 hours. In truth though, there really isn’t a ton to share.

The important bits:

-My bike rode beautifully. Zero mechanical issues, zero fit issues.

-The course was absolutely magical. If you’ve never ridden in Oklahoma, I recommend making it happen as soon as you can. Rolling red dirt hills punctuated by frequent cow pastures might sound boring, but it’s not. I was genuinely surprised by the amount of oil and gas equipment out there - seemingly every field had an operational oil derrick.

-The rest stops were amazing and stayed open for me! Thank you to all the folks who waited out in the dark and cold - it was a huge mood booster to come around the corner and see lights when I expected to see nothing!

-The single track was probably my favorite part of the course. Challenging yet rideable for the most part, I took my time in this section. By the time I got there, it was pitch black and I had been riding with the Red Dirt Jeep Club as my escort for the previous 30 miles, enjoying the benefit of their insanely bright lights. I took the opportunity of being away from the jeeps to center myself, taking a few minutes with all my lights off to breathe in the chill night air, to look up at the stars, and to count my blessings. I knew that as soon as I got out of the single track, it was a quick shot to Stilwater, where hundreds of people would be waiting for me at the finish line.

The Finish Line

I didn’t realize I was in last place until Mount Butter, about mile 62. I knew I was going slowly, but until that point, hadn’t seen any of the tell-tale jeeps that follow the last rider. The last riders caught me at Mount Butter, and we proceeded to together for the next 15 miles. As the sun set behind us, we yo-yo’d back and forth until mile 77, when he threw in the towel and quit. Now, it was just me and the Red Dirt Jeep Club, slowly making our way back to Stillwater. 

After the guy I was riding with quit, it sunk in that as long as I finished the ride, I would be DFL (Dead F*ing Last.) And honestly, there was never any question of me finishing the ride. 

As each mile ticked by during the ride, I let my mind wander to everything that had led me to this moment. I talked to myself - reminding myself out loud everyone who supported me in making this wild life possible - my sponsors, family and friends, the race organizers, and my fans. I wouldn’t be here if not for everyone who has given me a hug, words of encouragement, or a smile when I was feeling down. With this mindset of gratitude, I rode through the OSU campus, continuing to pick up additions to our rolling parade. 

A cop car with full lights and sirens jolted me out of my peaceful headspace, alerting the finish line that I was on my way. As I rolled down the finish line chute, I heard Bobby Wintle screaming my name, the crowd going crazy, and all I could do was smile and enjoy the first champagne shower of my life.

Read More

Check out the media coverage from MidSouth:

• The Adventure Stache with Payson McElveen

• Bicycling Magazine

• The Radavist

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.

Unbound Gravel 2022 Recap part 1

This blog covers my training, prep and bike setup. Next up will be the 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.

Well, I did it. I rode my first century. 100 miles. Technically 103 miles. And I honestly can’t wait to do it again. 

Absolutely elated at crossing the finish line

I’m shocked that I’m saying those words - but the amount of fun I had riding Unbound Gravel 2022 should be illegal. Sure, I worked incredibly hard and thought about quitting once or twice, but overall, 10/10 day and can’t wait to sign up for my next one. Thankfully, the whole experience was documented by a film crew (more on that later), so we’ll all get to relive it together at some point down the road.

I’m sitting in a laundromat in Saratoga, Wyoming washing my incredibly disgusting (and brand new) All Bodies on Bikes kit as I write this. While I should’ve done it right away (along with washing my bike…which still sits on the back of my car caked in mud), this tiny little town in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is the first chance I’ve had.

But I’m getting ahead of myself…why in the hell did I sign up for a century? If you remember, last year I rode 50 miles at Unbound (link to post) and swore I wasn’t going to do the 100. The 50 is touted as a stepping stone ride for the 100 and to be honest, I kind of hate that messaging. 50 miles is itself an accomplishment and anyone who does it should be damn proud of themselves. Shoot, every ride should be celebrated - not just rides of stupid long distances. 

Anyway, something got into me when I was signing up and I clicked the button for the 100. I think it might’ve been the same impulse that bought a plane ticket to Greece for a solo trip a few years ago - I thought I’d outgrown it, but clearly not…. 

But in all seriousness, I’ve been riding more than ever this year and figured “If not this year, when else?” I almost definitely told all my sponsors that Unbound Gravel 100 was on my list of events for the year…so I couldn’t exactly back out without a very good reason.

Training and Prep

I had grand plans to train. My ass got handed to me pretty hard last year and I didn’t want to show up unprepared this year, especially doing double the distance. Thankfully, Arkansas has tons of amazing gravel routes right out my front door and I got out on them…a little bit.

In the months leading to Unbound, my goal was basically to spend as much time in the saddle as possible, especially in the heat and humidity. I think I went on four outdoor training rides - none of which was longer than 30 miles. I also spent a lot of time on the trainer and I’m so grateful for those long boring miles. After hours riding indoors, the never-ending fields of Kansas were a treat! Turns out moving across the country, keeping a company running (and growing), and keeping two senior dogs alive and happy takes up a lot of time.

So even though I didn’t train as much as I wanted, my riding felt strong, and what I lacked in bike time, I made up for in both mental prep and nutrition prep. A couple of weeks ago I detailed my nutrition plan and I’m happy to report that IT WORKED!! I ate and drank consistently throughout the day. I never felt like I was running out of energy and even though I ran out of water with 10 miles to go to the support station, I still felt pretty dang good!

Here’s what I ended up taking with me on the bike:

• 2 Liters of Water (in an Apidura Hydration pack)

• 6 GU Energy Gels

• A ziplock bag of trail mix with peanuts, raisins, m&m’s (regular and peanut butter), Floyd’s of Leadville CBD gummies, and gummy bears

• 2 Peanut Butter & Jelly Rice Cakes (from the Skratch Labs Cookbook)

• 4 packs of GU Shot Blocks

• 22 oz Skratch SuperFue

The Bike

I rode my Cannondale Topstone 4 - an aluminum alloy bike with carbon fork and was overall super happy with it. I have it set up with a 1x11 drivetrain with Shimano GRX parts. For tires I went with the Panaracer GravelKing SK in 700x43 width.

Shimano and Cycling Tips did a fun little feature on my bike - and YouTuber Francis Cade gave  some love too!! 

Even with all the crazy mud, water crossings, and sharp gravel, I somehow escaped Unbound with zero mechanical issues (on my bike.) I had all sorts of troubles with my shoes/cleats, but more on that later. I don’t want to jinx myself but that bike ran like butter and was absolutely perfect for this ride.

I’m so grateful for Cannondale for sponsoring me, but even more so for giving me their entry-level gravel bike to ride. I never quite feel right riding a $10k bike - it’s not a realistic price point for most of my audience,  so having a great experience on a $1500 retail bike feels much more approachable. Even better, the Topstone has a 333lb weight limit, which for a super lightweight bike is pretty dang awesome!

Other Equipment

There were a few other key pieces of equipment that were pretty instrumental in having a successful day.

The first was my hydration pack from Apidura. I have the 2 liter vest in a Large/XL which has pretty decent additional carry capacity in 2 zippered compartments and pockets on the straps. I carried plain water in the vest, along with some extra snacks, ibuprofen, my inhaler, and a small first aid kit. 

On my bike I had 3 cargo storage options - The Revelate Feedbag, Apidura Top Tube bag, and a PRO Bike Gear seat bag. Both the Revelate bag and Apidura bag were full of snacks (easy to access, one handed feeding) while the PRO bag had my repair kit, spare tube and multi-tool.

Thankfully I didn’t need to use any of it, but I also carried a hand-pump, tire levers, Dynaplug repair kit, and sunscreen. (Full disclosure - I should’ve used the sunscreen, but ended up too caked in mud for it to be effective. Turns out, mud is a decent sunscreen and I didn’t get burnt!)

For technology, I used the WAHOO ELMNT ROAM bike computer which gave me all the info I needed on the route, speed, and climbing. Perhaps most crucially, I set up custom alerts to remind me to EAT, DRINK, and HAVE A GOOD TIME, each popping up every half hour. Being reminded to HAVE A GOOD TIME while in the middle of a sufferfest of mud definitely provided a good chuckle and kept my spirits up. Sometimes it’s good to be reminded that I chose to do this and this is fun! :) 

For most of the day, I also had my cell phone on my handlebars, secured with the Peak Designs universal magnetic phone mount. I’ve seriously never trusted any phone holders until this one - I don’t know what kind of magic they’re using, but my phone has never come close to falling off - even on crazy descents, water crossings, and mud pits. It’s legit. 

Ok…that was a lot. More coming soon, I promise. Still processing feelings.

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.