Logs Rocks and Steel
With the Frost Centre closed, this multi-sport race needed a new venue. When Getawaystix and I were scouting for Wilderness Traverse last year, we did an exploratory bike ride on the Torrance Barrens and thought it would provide fantastic terrain for LR&S. Nearby YMCA Camp Pine Crest would be an excellent host site. Coincidentally, PhattyJR and 2-Min are getting married at the camp next weekend so 'Bent and I will be heading north again in just a few days! :)
I shared a friendly cabin with WandAR, Frankenjack, Mom-of-Frankenjack and a female team (Kim & Sarah) the night before. FJ and I reviewed the course maps and, as always, he had a few insights. I really wish I'd tested my new magic sleeping pills beforehand but I didn't want to take a chance so I lay awake for a long time feeling frustrated and tired - argghh. The alarm went off at 5:15 a.m. and Frankenjack was off within minutes to reserve the prime location on the bike rack. I gulped down a Frappucino to kickstart my brain then headed into the darkness to set up my gear in the TA and get breakfast.
We had a great turn-out this year - 50 racers (solos and teams) on the Championship course, and over 200 racers on the shorter Pine Crest course. Shortly before the 8 a.m. start for our course, we lined up on the water. The paddle course would be two 7 km loops that included 3 X 300 meter portages.
For a race like this, part of my preparation is visualizing what may happen. I expected to be one of the faster paddlers so for once, I elbowed my way up front at the start. However, I knew I'd get passed on the bike section by a few guys who were faster bikers than paddlers, so I was prepared to feel OK about that - and take up the chase if passed by women! :)
After the paddle, I figured I'd be alone most of the time on the long, remote race course, so I'd have to stay focused and push my pace without other racers to inspire me. There were only two of us in the Masters Female category - Coach LD and myself. We know each other well, and I knew we'd be close on the paddle but one of the things she coaches is mountain biking so I expected her to be faster there. My hope was to catch her on the 17 km run at the end and I even told her I'd been visualizing the catch. :) (Our little Caledon community is friendly but also very competitive!)
It mostly went as expected. Frankenjack took off on the paddle, finishing almost 15 minutes ahead of Bender and PDobos. We had calm water and beautiful sunshine so it was a gorgeous way to start the day.
(Photo Credit: Simpy - This was actually the short course start.)
I lost time on one of the portages when a team in a canoe turned sideways and blocked my access to shore completely as they considered how to get out but otherwise things went fine - although it was hard to see where I was going with the Eclipse on my head. After 1 hr 35 min, Coach LD, Leanimal and I hit the final dock in that order within 60 seconds of one another, just a few minutes behind Bender, then climbed out of our kayaks and ran 300 m to the transition. Lee and Coach made a quicker transition and started the bike with a 2-minute lead.
We started biking on a paved road that turned to gravel that turned to rocky snowmobile trail with a bit of muck before we emerged onto the amazing, rocky Torrance Barrens.
The eventual race winner, professional mountain biker Eric Batty, passed me on the pavement at lightning speed, clearly on a mission. FB cruised past on the snowmobile trail. A short time later, I passed a fellow with his bike upside down, making colourful comments about his back wheel falling off. I looked down to choose a safe line around him and somehow failed to realize it was FB. A short time later, FB and PDobos *both* went by, which confused the heck out of me since I thought they were both ahead. (PDobos had made a wrong turn.) We stayed close together on the single track for a few minutes, then I heard them call out, "Black bear! Black bear, Barb!" Holy crap. I slammed on the brakes and asked, "Where?" From a disturbingly short distance through the bush, PDobos repeated calmly, as if talking to a 2-year-old. "Here!!" Then he repeated what he'd said before, and this time I heard it: "Left Here!" Oh.
It was incredible riding on rocky Canadian Shield with little snippets of connector trail. Compared to most AR courses, there was a lot less muck and a lot more rideable terrain if you chose your line carefully and hammered up steep bits as needed. We had a break on some hilly roads then back onto the trails. Awesome fun and I look forward to doing some of it with 'Bent again next weekend. There aren't many adventure races where I'd go back and repeat the bike section just for kicks but this was like Ontario's answer to Moab. I've posted a few pics in this log entry from our scouting expedition last year since I didn't carry a camera this time. Really beautiful.
It was quiet out there but I pushed as if I could catch another racer. In reality, this only happened when a couple of people ahead of me (including PDobos) had bike troubles. About 35 km into the ride, I passed an aid station where they said, "Woo hoo! First female!" "No... I am behind Leanne and Sian." "No, you're not. They made a wrong turn." Oh NO. It's nice to be in the lead but nobody wants to get there that way. At least now it didn't take as much effort for it to feel like a race! I kept expecting to see one or both of them coming around a bend behind me.
They still hadn't appeared when I left the bike/run transition but I fully expected to see Leanimal powering up behind me at some point over the next 17 km. I didn't push as hard as I did on the bike because I felt my position between Leanimal and Coach LD was secure now since Coach hasn't been doing long runs. Thanks to all the big races this year, I felt pretty good 5 hours in, other than wishing I'd refreshed my sunscreen at the TA. As a desperate measure, I slathered some SPF lip balm on my face which apparently looked so attractive that people thought something was horribly wrong with me!
The run started with some hilly, technical trails near the camp, then a thigh-deep wade across a channel to a marked 1 km out-and-back bushwhack. Eric Batty flew toward me early in the bushwhack and I crossed my fingers that I wouldn't see Frankenjack behind him - but about 10 minutes later, he came bounding through the woods in 2nd place. Although I'd studied the maps last night, there were a couple of times when I pulled out my map on the run to be 100% sure that I was doing the right thing, especially where the run and bike courses overlapped. Due to the open terrain, we had to be attentive all day to follow the markings and it helped to know what was coming up when. Unfortunately, last fall we didn't test the course in the layout that was eventually selected so I knew what the terrain was like but I didn't know the route. As it turned out, I was always on the right course (as far as I know!) and saw all the arrows and signs at the appropriate time, but there were a couple of times on the run when I lacked confidence.
The run was dumbbell-shaped - two loops connected by the out-and-back trail and bushwhack section. It went through some cool, rocky terrain on the Torrance Barrens. As I approached the out-and-back section for the return trip, Mrs. Gally and her partner trotted by, doing the loop in the wrong direction. I was worried that I'd made an error and by the time I confirmed I was OK, it was too late to tell them they were going backwards. Oh well, a loop is a loop regardless of which direction you do it in. As I started the return trip on the out-and-back section, I was surprised to meet Leanimal. That meant she was about 5 km back instead of breathing down my neck, as I'd assumed. That bike detour must have been *huge*. I had about 6 km left to run at that point and I met Coach LD five minutes later. Seeing the two of them got me back into a racing frame of mind and I had a decent run back to the finish, not counting two nasty falls on rock that left me with a last-minute bashed knee, a painful bruise on my quad and a hematoma on my forearm the size of an orange - sigh.
The finish chute went across a boardwalk and bridge (behind me in this pic), finishing on the beautiful dock at the camp waterfront where a lot of friends were hanging out and cold chocolate milk was waiting. Nice!
Phatty and Weeanimal were waiting, and after Leanimal finished, we hung out for awhile in the sun. Such a cutie! (They *both* are.)
Coach LD crossed the finish line with a big smile.
Thanks to Frankenjack and FB for supplying me beer for the post-race festivities. Frankenjack placed 2nd this year and was a gracious runner-up.
Bender seemed surprised to be 3rd!
I'd laughed at the idea of coming into this event as the "defending" champion but I ended up winning - although nobody wants to win because a faster racer went off course, so I'm not super excited. It is kind of cool that only three solo women finished the championship course of the six who started, and we are all friends and neighbours who have spent many evenings together around a dinner table.
Leanimal won the Open Female category in spite of her extra-long Tour de Torrance!
When the detailed results came out, I had more to be happy about... I was closer to the winning time than I've ever been in this event, and (Bender, this is a compliment - really!) the difference between him (3rd open male) and me was only 35 minutes after seven hours of racing. Hammering in short races without nav isn't my forte and he's a speedy boy, so that made me smile. Aside from that, I'm pleased that I felt good till the end. Hope I can hang onto that for my 50-miler in December.
Thanks to Getawaystix and all the volunteers for your hard work in putting on a great event!
P.S. My Garmin 310XT is refusing to relinquish its data to the computer, which has never happened before. Hmm.
Results are here.
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