Small Miracles

2 small and one bigger miracle last week.

Tubeless Tyres

Was playing around on the BMX track when I noticed some stan's leaking from the very flat tyres. While pumping it, i could hear the air escaping. The wet goo even marked the spot for me. Plugged it, pumped a little and off i went. Aaaah the miracle of tubeless !

Teak Place

Those lovely little bridges and other fun-things at Teak place!! Can't ride there and not feel good about life afterwards.

Finding the missing paddles

A bigger miracle: After Swazi X we found someone else's paddles in our boat. Both pablo and my split paddles were missing and after some posts on various mailing lists I gave up on ever getting it back. A few weeks ago there were some desperate pleas from Team Swazi Moto, who lost theirs too. One of them was one of the unfamiliar paddles that ended up in our boat. Mike Richardson collected it from me last week Monday. He didn't have ours, so i thought it was the end of it. BUT Tuesday I got an email from mike - he located the paddles in Pietermaritzburg - they might be able to get a lift to the Fish Marathon, from where we just have to arrange a lift back to Jozi. THANK YOU Mike for phoning around and locating them for us - i knew you were still looking for your other paddle as well, but thx for doing the extra bit to find ours as well :)

oh yes and i managed to stay in the k1 for 2 laps on Emmarentia on Saturday, without tipping over. does that count as another miracle? :D 

Sunday's Sprint

To Quote a face-book friend (Erik) : Heidi and Stephan must be the King and Queen of Gauteng-AR at the moment. The Kinetic events are always fun - and sunday was no exception. We ran a bit, cycled some VERRY pretty and uncongested singeltrack, got lost a little bit, found a lot of controls without stephan's help, zig-zagged accross two dams cos the kayak just wouldn't go straight, almost fell off the obstacles at the finish, and laughed a lot.

Dawn on one of the bike legs (lifted off big baboon's site)
Zu's grin was just as wide - now who won't want to race with girls with smiles this big??   :D

Post-race Depression

I've Googled it; it seems that post-race depression sometimes occurs after a big event - you've trained so long for so hard, juggling work and family commitments with training for race day - then you reach your goal - and suddenly you don't know what to do with your time - mission completed, and your life seems empty.

My personal totally unscientific theory goes more like this:

You have a tube of happy hormones in your brain. You go run or cycle a stunning piece of singletrack, or smell good coffee, and the happy-hormone-tube is being squeezed a little bit and you go on a little high. You go do a nightride on gnarly singletrack with gauteng's coolest crowd, and you drink hot chocolate with friends afterwards, and the tube is squeezed a little more and you glow with endorphins (or serotonin, or dopamine, or whatever causes this high) for days.

The total stock of happy-hormones in your brain is now less, but you operate off the released happiness while you sleep or work or drink good coffee or clean your bike, and over time it replenishes itself, so there's always stock when something squeezes the tube next time.

All working like nature intended.

The problem come in if you squeeze the endorphin-tube too hard without giving it time to replenish.

e.g. you go do Swazi Xtreme. You sleep very little, but you spend time with some of the best navigators you'll ever meet - you cycle in the dark, you trot on a dirt-road while talking to buddies in other teams as they pass you,  you catch up with other team's seconds at transitions, you paddle on pretty rivers, hike in a kloof, carry your bike over gnarly downhills,  find controls in unexpected and pretty places - and you use up a lot of happy-hormones. Then, while you're still on the high, you have 3 days to sort out the bike-issues and light-issues that broke on Swazi, get your adventure gear clean, get in the car - and start squeezing the tube again as you cycle down into the Baviaanskloof, as you catch up with friends along the way, as you plan where the controls for an adventure race might be, as you manage to get up the mother of all climbs without putting a foot down, or fight the sleepmonster, or almost get blown off your bike by a very temperamental sea-wind, or reach a checkpoint and can sleep for 4 minutes, or get to cycle some awesome dual-track at night by the dim light of your headlamp, or hear the sea, or cycle into Jeffereys bay 230 kms later - you're on a high, and the happy-hormone-stock in your brain totally depleted.

Like an empty toothpaste tube, it won't matter how hard you squeeze the tube. Empty is empty.

You'll just have to wait it out.

Eat some chocolate, email some friends, go buy pink flowers at the nursery for the friend's newborn-girl, drink some good coffee, go watch Evita at montecasino - even dine at Melrose Arch with some Ausie-friends that you haven't seen in years - but don't expect it to release feel-good feelings.

Lie awake for hours at night, search for company on the hub at 3 in the morning, sleep late every morning - till 12 on weekends, and 10 on weekdays (luckily your work allow that) - get a cold, play mindless computer games. Go find a paddle shop so that you can replace the paddle that went missing at SwaziX. Have a haircut, eat some chocolates. Bleh.

I went for a ride to Albert's farm on Sunday afternoon - first time i've done anything since Transbaviaans - all on my own - and the singletrack was pretty and dry, a little dusty - but lots of happy people at the botanical gardens, the downhill into delta park fun as ever - and i think the happy-hormones finally replenished. Managed a run as well on monday afternoon ... the sky is blue, the Spruit smells of jasmine, and I'm doing a sprint with Dawn & Zoo Cookie on Sunday - life is good again!

Transbaviaans

Been getting some grumpy questions about whether i'm EVER gonna update my blog again - so here it is :)

Yes, i did Transbaviaans - 3 weeks ago already.
How was it? long!
230 km on mostly gravel - but must be some of South Africa's prettiest gravel roads - with those huge rocks both sides of you as you drop down into the kloof. Then it opens up, some river crossings, some forests all around you, some farmhouses in the distance, a climb, another climb, some in daytime, lots at night!

Still haven't caught up with missing SwaziX sleep, so I struggled to keep awake during the small hours of the morning - the most technical part of the ride was trying to cycle a straight line with closed eyes.

It was also an emotional experience - the last time i was in that kloof was when i did the race with Hans Wolfaard (he of the Libia plane crash 4 months ago) - so I kept remembering where we stopped last, or what we did when we were at a specific transition.

I had some of the best team mates one could wish for (thx Adri, Leon, Ducttape and supersecond Nicolien)

Was great to see Elsie & x-D&D-er Sybrand, Breedtsnek-nightriders Denise & Zoo Cookie, and some hubbers (spud and buddies) out there - also my adventure sprint (and ride-2-rhodes) buddies Dave & Dawn

Was great to see Etricia, a cycling buddy of the time when i was still a George-girl, at one of the control points - and she looks exactly like 15 years ago!

Very well organised, checkpoints very well stocked with potbrood, hot chocolate, coffee, jaffels, sosaties and jungle bars. It's a long drive down, and even longer back  -THANK you nicolien for getting us safely home - even though you slept as little as we did the previous night

anyway - it's a long drive there - but very much worth it - maybe just not the weekend after SwaziX :)

Pink Drive

No, this time 'Pink Drive' is not about getting pink bling for the bike.

I’m doing my 10th 94.7 this year, have decided to try raise money for breast cancer awareness while enjpying a day in the sun : http://www.pinkdrive.co.za

PinkDrive is a non-profit organisation that is committed to improving breast cancer awareness, education, and providing and offering services to women across South Africa, particularly to those who do not have access to information on breast health. PinkDrive currently has two mobile breast units working in four provincial hospitals in Gauteng, serving some 1.6 million women.
We aim to:

* provide affordable, convenient mammography services to women in the private and corporate sectors; and
* provide free scanning and education to disadvantaged communities via local clinics, community health centres and specified hospitals with no oncology facilities.


I’m trying to raise R3000, so I need 100 people to donate R30 each - or 10 people to donate R300 each :)

Go view my profile on http://www.race4charity.co.za/index.php?option=com_competitor&view=profile&Itemid=71&id=117&rid=31

You can donate from there (through credit card or paypal) or sms race 31 with your comment to 42030 (sms charged at R30 each)
 

Swazi Xtreme Pro Lite - 6-9 august

Prelude

'Are we gonna do it?', Pablo asked.

'We might as well', came the answer from G-man without even thinking about it.

I was already entered for the Transbaviaans the next weekend, and it's probably not the wisest thing to do two sleep-deprived xtreme-ish events two weekends in a row. But the 10'th SwaziXtreme was also going to be the last, and I had some unfinished business with that race. When Theuns chose Kilimanjaro above racing with his favourite team, we roped Mummy-man in. G-man's sister and brother-in-law was going to be the seconds.

But 2 days before race-day the seconds' kid landed himself on a drip in hospital, and we were frantically searching for last-minute seconds. At 18:00 on 5 August, the day before we left, we were still  Secondless in Swaziland and making all kinds of plans to second ourselves. By some miracle we sourced 2 lastminute seconds that seemed very willing (and even eager) to be our slaves for the weekend. One of them still had to collect his passport the next morning ... but the race was on.

Anyway ... so we got at the race venue long after dark. Excellent feast that Darron organised for us ... then race briefing. It was gonna be a long 3 days. Did we train anough? oh well - too late now. We decided to only go for the compulsory points and take the 2-hour penalty for missing the optionals  - to try make the distance more doable.

Day 1

Hike about 10 kays

Cycle about - 60? (i'm making this up - can't really remember)

Paddle about 15 kays on a canal; includes a 21-point turn to get into the flume

Hike 8 kays

<sport people go to bed, pro people continue>

Hike 20 kays

Bike 70 kays

Race started 6 on Friday morning. Was great to see so many familiar faces out there: the D&D team of oupa Gerrit & Brendan, team Bad Medicine, Lickety Split. The stronger teams collected OPs while we went for CPs only, so we were fortunate to see teams like Jabberwock out there!

Here's Pablo carrying his bike over the last obstacle just before the paddle - G-man rode some of this, but he was in front of me so i couldn't get a pic of him - for some or other reason Mummy-man and Pablo refused to ride it.

At the start of the night-hike we took a wrong route, so decided to use an aardvark-hole to get under the electrical fence, rather than going back the 1k. Here's Mummy beneath the fence with G-man and P keeping him away from the shocking part of the fence.

There were lots of warnings about hippos and crocs - Red Ants caught us while we were taking this picture - we kept up with them for about a kay - then their lights disappeared in the distance.

We hiked for a very long time, then climbed a mountain and hiked some more. Finally got to the bikes. The seconds left some cheesies and a packet of biscuits with the bikes - much appreciated and quickly devoured. We tackled the downhills - but the sleepmonster attacked me badly, so I don't remember much of this. We did sleep for 10 minutes or so, i think. 'Twas daylight by the time we reached the camp again. Requested breakfast from the seconds before we quickly collected the last MTB CP for this leg  (while other teams were still discussing where it should be) and then tucked into bacon and eggs. We started day2 about 2 hours late.

Day 2

Cycle about 10k very scenic, flat and on mostly singletrack - yaay

River paddle about 20 kays with crocodiles, rapids and a few swims

Hike 20 kays in the rain and most of it in the dark - but it felt like 50 kays

<sport people go to bed, pro people continue>

<pro lite people decide to skip the night-bike and night-hike in the rain, and rather get some sleep>

The first cycle to the river-put-in was very enjoyable. the sun was up, the sleepmonsters gone and the eggs & bacon went down well. 

River paddle was great!

The boat was heavy, so the portages was tiring. We fell out a few times, and seemed to be a sandbank-magnet - but a very enjoyable paddle. Met up with team Numa Optics who had a shoulder-incident in one of the rapids - we were exchanging names, contact details and painkillers when the race helicopter noticed the patient under the space blanket, so we could leave the scene and fall out of our boats again.

A short rest, then onto the hiking leg. A very pretty rainbow and dark skies warned of a wet night. Soon it was night again. Sleepmonsters came out again, but there was no chance of powernap - we had to keep moving to keep warm. A convoy of seconding vehicles past us with the bad news that the transition was still 8 kays away. It felt like 20.

We finally arrived to a hot potato-and-mince-meal prepared by the lastminute-seconds. Yum. Chocolates, and then decision-making-time: do we want to go mtb, then hike, be out there in the rain all night .... or maybe do the sport-thing and sleep. We opted for sleep. Heinrich and Handsome drove to where the next campsite would have been and pitched camp. Too soon it was morning - the 3rd day.

Day 3

hike 20 kays

bike 80 kays - how hard could this be? <We were about to find out>

To soon it was the morning of day 3. Having not done 2 of the pro legs, we were now on the SwaziX Pro Lite course. Here we arrive on a soccerfield - not much navigational skills needed here, we were escorted to the point.

A beautiful hike with some spot-on navigation by Pablo and G-man - we even managed to collect quite a lot of optional points :)  Hre they're discussing one of the more interesting options.

Then we went down into the kloof - here's g-man on one of the more technical descents:

We waited for a long time at the jumar - about 3 hours. Could have caught some sleep - but it was daylight and we didn't feel any need after last night's 4 hours. Here's the gigima-guys checking out the girls on the jumar

A quick jump in a dirty rock-pool, a very pretty hike out of the kloof, and we reached the transition before sunset. Heinrich & Handsome had a hot meal ready. 

Here's Handsome in his seconding outfit - we never saw the pompom-dance, though, cos we arrived too late

We fitted lights. Navigation was going to become much more difficult with roads that aren't on the map, road on the map that dont' exist anymore, and villages where there were nothing 20 years ago when the map was printed.

So off we went. Some excellent navigation from G-man to find the first control that was blown over by the wind. Then down a very technical rocky descent that the Trance kind of didn't want to ride. Saw Red Ants briefly. Then up on the other side, equally rocky and technical - so we had to carry the bikes up (I practised a bit of this on Lehanna on Ride2Rhodes last year). More excellent navigation from Gman for the next control. Finally out of the gorge, met up with Alex (Cipralex), then onto more ridable roads. The rest of the night is a blur - we might have slept once or twice for 10 minutes at a time. At some stage I became aware of light again - it was the 4th morning. 

Day 4

Actually, this was still part of day 3. But the sun was up, we were on cattletracks and it was a beautiful day. We were tired and our feet were swollen in protest to the abuse of the last 3 days, but the map looked up - no more hike&bikes and no more deep gorges. Sometime during the morning P got had to fix a puncture. Here we are taking a break just before we discovered the puncture - kind of tired. 

Red Ants and Cipralex caught us about here - we did see them a few more times before they disappeared off into the distance. Then we disappeared into the distance too - it was such a good sight to see the finish venue!!!!

Epilogue

We had to pack & leave immediately to try catch G-man's flight back to C-town. The seconds drove us back - none of us were in a state to drive. We missed the flight anyway :(

• Would I have liked to complete the full race (and not convert ourselves to light?) No. I don't think i'm made for these extreme events - the sleepmonster is not my friend.
• Would I race with Gman, Pablo or Mummy-man again? Absolutely! Well, maybe 'race' is too strong a term ... but i'd tackle any adventure with any of them any time!!! Not only for their endurance and physical ability - nor for the excellent navigational skills (we managed to stay with far stronger teams on that last night-leg, because we always knew where we were) - but most of all for their ability to handle sleep-deprived people (read: me) - for their very strong wills to face whatever, and endure it (cos complaining won't help) - for their calmness even when there's no hint of a second the day before the race, for their ability to adapt to any situation and see solutions in everything - for being so tired, yet still being so kind and funny and helpful and resourceful - team Yoshimi - you guys rock!
• Would I recommend posting desperate please on the mailinglist? hell yes - hours before we left, we still haven't confirmed any seconds - and they were super! THANK YOU Heinrich and Handsome, not only for the hot meals and being our slaves, but for the sense of humour, for innocently asking if we were considering getting any optional points, and for keeping yourselves busy when we took to long to get to transitions.
• Life is good!

RIP swampdog Allan

Swampdog founder Allan Laudin died of a heart attack last night.

TimesLive quoted him last week in an article about mountain biking:

What gets Laudin onto his saddle is the "freedom of riding the trails in the company of fellow mountain bikers with a passion for single-track ... meeting new communities, seeing beautiful and panoramic vistas, resting beside the streams and sharing food and conversation".

I will remember him for the pretty trails that we rode together, for the greetings and laughs when we saw each other in the Spruit, and for his sense of humour.

May there be lots of singletrack where he is now.

Woof.