a.k.a #MudSouth
To whom it may concern, we are very sorry for the delay in publishing this post; however, without further ado it shall commence shortly.
Wow! The Mid South effect ( i.e. life being wacky cray cray) has already had, what four months and counting, to wear off but crazy stuff just keeps happening! Foremost, (and the elephant in the room) Covid19. I hope you all are healthy and this will provide some entertainment for your quarantine time. Seriously, after four months of sitting at home I should have gotten plenty of posts done but, um, no.
Day Zero Packing
Running around like little ants, what did we forget this time? Well, lets go find out! Below pic: New, awesome sign that we couldn’t figure out how to pack in the camper. There’s only so much space and that thing is not really light!
Day One Arriving
Thursday, day one of the weekend, we woke up, then went right back to dozing while Dad drove. Past the border, past Turner Falls, past Shawnee, past Perkins. Oh we’re getting close now. And then you turn onto this Boomer road (I think that’s funny) and you enter a town some three hundred miles from home, but you know it well. It’s home to our local bike shop. I mean yeah it’s home to some forty thousand other people and a state college, but for me? It’s just got bikes, friends and good roads to ride bikes on with friends.
It’s warm, sunny, hot even, who would guess how crazy this weekend would turn out, right? But already there had been news of this “corona virus” across the world, Bobby hugs had been “canceled”, “social distancing” was encouraged, no hand shakes, keep apart six feet. What? Who’s heard of that? Little did we know…
While there, Dad and I got to test ride a Moots. WOW! Talk about DIFFERENT from my Crosscheck! We stopped by the book store. Someone BEGGED for some glasses and had a BIG smile when we went up to get our volunteer packets (even though she didn’t show it here).
So yeah, skip past greeting all our friends etc, thanks to our friend Jon for letting us park our camper at his house. That evening he and Dad went to the beer release while Lydia talked me into watching a VERY cringy Angry Birds 2 movie. While peeking on Dad’s pad to watch peoples’ Instagram stories of what was going on down at Iron Monk, Lydia goes, “Bobby’s dressed up silly” :p , yep that’s him.
Day Two The Run
The weather shifted big time during the night because when I woke up I was sure today wasn’t related to yesterday. Cold. Grey. Wet. We ran over to start to pick up our stuff for the rest stop before heading to the corner of 58th and Washington St. waiting on runners.
We cooked a big breakfast, hung out with some cool people (all the way from Canada) and cheered on a lot of crazy people in tank tops while we were freezing. In general, we had a blast. It would have helped it we had a little back up so we didn’t have to pull 12 hours. Some people were disappointed that no one brought the beer out to our station but, obviously I wasn’t very worried about that. I thought maybe it could a been a little warmer (I’m from TX) but nothing too major.
By the time we got back to Stillwater that evening we were looking to put plan B into action 😦
- Plan A: Dad and Lydia on Tandem, Ruth on Crosscheck.
- Plan B: Dad on Single Speed, Ruth on Crosscheck
- Plan C: Dad on Single Speed
- Plan Z: They canceled or there was a tornado to make even Dad stay off the bike.
The weather was not looking too good for tandem operation. Lydia was very sad but she knew it wouldn’t have worked well. Thank you very much to the Mrs. Dawson for agreeing to keep Lydia all day. I know she had fun.
Day Three The Ride
Wake up after not really sleeping to more rain. I had option C of course, me not ride but… What am I kidding. I’m not going to at least TRY?! I couldn’t just sit still on the FIRST Mid South Gravel could I?! NO WAY!!! After eating something of a breakfast, debating for an hour on what to wear and then sitting for half an hour because of lightning delay, we finally went down to the start. We dropped Lydia off @ District and lined up near the back, still raining. Bobby gave one of his energy packed screaming speeches and we were off. Rolling out I rode past Bobby who yelled at me “you can do it!” I told him I’d try. That was my promise to him and myself all day. TRY
It’s kinda all a blur now, everything that happened… It was so crazy. At the beginning we were all clean and then we weren’t as soon as we hit gravel. So far it was good. We did not have breaks, but no one else did either. And then it started to dry up and get tacky. Of course I didn’t remember to re-set my Garmin so I didn’t really know what mile we were at but I remember the bridge at mi 14 with all the chunks of asphalt and the bobcat (literally a bobcat just ran by us) and Brethren Hill around mi 23. I made it up again with A LOT of weaving around. I was pretty sure I was going face down in the mud every other second but I didn’t, somehow. Dad gave it all he could on the single speed but had to get off and walk at the top so he just kept yelling at me the whole time. Athlinks now says we took 4:13 min to get up it!
By the time we were close to Perkins I started calculating and was like um it’s already been more than 5 hours, we are so cut. But we weren’t, cut off was at 3:00 pm and it was like 2:45 pm. Really close. Lydia met us in Perkins. Dad did some bike work. I ate a bag of chips and re-stuffed my bag full of food and headed off again.
We rode and rode and walked 10X and then rode some more! By the Oasis we had been going for like forever but, I was still feeling OK and knew if I just re-set my brain the I could make another 20 mi. RIGHT…
After eating a rice cake, some king of scrambled egg with maple syrup and soy sauce, a bag of chips and a soda I was ready to hit it again. The last 20 were the hardest, coldest, slowest, most painful miles of the whole day. We walked so much, so so much. It got dark and the mud had built up in my shoes so when I walked it was like stepping on a rock in the same place every time. I hadn’t gotten rid of any cloths at Perkins and I was still chilled, Dad had got rid of lots of cloths and was cold. All day he carried my bike while I pushed his. That was the biggest help. Mine is twice as heavy yet too small for him to carry over his shoulder like most people do. His is twice as light as mine yet too big for me to carry so I just pushed it most of the time, thankfully it’s a little more forgiving than mine.
The Finish
It had been a long day I had dragged myself past the corner where we had set up an aid station the day before and thought “OK you can do 5 more miles” When I hit the pavement I was a horse who could smell home and food. In fact Dad even told me to slow down. When we turned onto seventh… well let me just show you what it was like…
Well they won’t let me upload videos unless I upgrade to premium by giving them some moo-lah so here: https://www.athlinks.com/event/131213/results/Event/907954/Course/1784039/Bib/1001 Scroll down all the way for the vid. In pictures it was like this.
First thing Lydia says to me is “we ate enchiladas” and I’m like oh I could do enchiladas right now. Instead I sat down at District and ate a half a dozen of the sandwiches and fruit that was for the workers (Sally and Crystal said I could :). After, well I just sat for a while and then I took something of a shower. Later I went to bed and slept in my coat because I was freezing! Dad went to Finnegan’s with Bobby but I don’t remember anything else.
The After
This is my and everyone’s first Mid South Gravel but of course some of us have completed the LandRun 100 too. Here is My chart from these past three years. Notice how I keep getting slower?
Year | Time | MPH | Overall | Mileage | Age | Bike |
2018 | 7:45:13 | 13.68 | 275/ 773 | 104.0 | 13 | Tandem |
2019 | 9:53:11 | 10.44 | 849/1053 | 103.2 | 14 | CrossCheck |
2020 | 13:40:19 | 7.57 | 338/ 402 | 103.5 | 15 | CrossCheck |
Our Bikes…
They had seen better days, pretty much everything that moved got replaced. Mine sat in the garage for quite a while longer than Dad’s though!
Next Year
Next year? Who knows. Lord willing we will return, hopefully not so much a battle of mud because Lydia REALLY wants to go. And now I’m out of words and have to end which is always the awkward part where I usually leave you with some Spanish saying or a post script. Today I’ll tell you what Lydia told me, two things actually. 1) You should have stayed with me instead of riding: we ate Mexican, Bobby screamed and Trevor danced, and there was a guy with horns on his head. 2) No matter what, unless Daddy says I can’t or it’s like ice outside I want to ride next year.