I’ve done some hard things in my day-cycling stage races, running mountains and then some, countless long distance triathlons, duathlons, and a whole slew of just plain silly adventures that have lead into some ultra endurance events of their own.
BUT…. nothing, I mean nothing can compare to the Crusher in the Tusher.
The hardest single day “thing” I have ever done. I knew it would be challenging, and really at no point did I think I couldn’t complete it, but it took serious grit and will power. Hats off simply to anyone who can complete it.
And they did.
And I did.
And I’m ready for next year.
Giving a “race report” or analysis seems out of place here, since so much of that pacing and racing efforting gets simply thrown out the window. I think it would be nearly impossible for a first-timer to be competitive. This course at best, lends itself to the veteran racer. Each mistake made, pays its price later in the race. Be assured of that. Each match that is burnt early WILL come back and burn you…and yet it’s a delicate balance. All in all, I was conservative. I had to be. I just didn’t know what was ahead. A few lessons were learned-but again; I say this race CANNOT be compared to anything else.
First lesson: Aluminum sucks! Don’t do it. The pain of the downhill can be minimized with steal or carbon.
Second lesson: Hard tires are the enemy. 60 psi is great for pavement, but terrible for this race. 50 psi or below!
Third lesson: Go hard on the first climb, because THAT is where the race is. The Col’ de Crush is not race-able. It’s too hard.
Fourth lesson: Eat E-caps like you’re a junkie. I cramped bad and I swore up and down “I’m not a cramper”
Fifth lesson: Train, train, train, and then SURRENDER! Data will do squat (crap) for you!
Last lesson: One that I was able to keep-be nice, suffer well and make friends along the way!
Well...what can I say the day will soon come when I hopefully get to earn my "Brass Tacks" as I battle with only the strongest at Crusher in the Tusher. http://tusharcrusher.com/. This is a grueling race, not for the weak of spirit. This race is one that climbs nearly 11,000 vertical feet on rough gravel roads. There is a sillyness about this event that I am so drawn too as over the last month, one questions about how to REALLY train for this. The sillyness emerges as I've heard it described as a "stupid hard" race. I love it. Humor emerges as the only saving grace when I dare to think about these climbs. So send me those warm fuzzies on Saturday and rest assured there will be a serious race-report to follow!
Although it's summer, come get your "morning Espresso shot" served up at 5:45 am, Wednesday morning at the Rec Center. 45 minutes of high intensity intervals followed by a core workout! You can ride LATER outside!! Double day.
My latest creation, so simple and portable! Equal amounts of the following... grind, smoosch, chill...and eat.
Raw coconut flakes, Sunflower Seeds, Pumpkin Seeds, 4-8 dates, 2 Tbls coconut oil, 2 Tbl of Chocolate Chips (optional) cinnamon, and some salt.
John earns a spot on the Worlds team headed to Sweden in 2015! He was the bronze medalist at this weekend's National Championships in Michigan. Way to go John!! Read his race report below...
This past weekend marked the most beautiful ride and race I have ever embarked upon...now, that says a ton! It was a relatively last minute decision to head over to Moab to race the Grande Fondo Moab, but with the excellent reviews I had received it seemed like a great way to get some extra fitness in. Sixty two miles and 5,500 feet of climbing-PERFECT!
It did prove to be a perfect day.
The mass start of 500+ riders including some excellent Pro-men, meant that the pace would be fast as we cruised out the Colorado River Road, heading for the ominous climbs in the La Sal's. How fun was it to be rotating at the front of this massive group with the likes of some these haunches. I think they were a bit surprised to see a woman edging her way in, but what the heck. Once we turned right towards the mountains it was, game on! The climbing started and didn't stop for another 30 miles.
I took the Queen of the Mountain points, and the played the conservative card on the steep decent-getting dropped by some of the men, but not too worried.
It was an excellent hard effort, and was topped off by a super fun post event party.
On the way home to Durango, we couldn't help but swing into Canyon Lands for a quick hike.