First up is some BREAKING NEWS: Dirty Kanza is postponed until September 12th. I think we all knew it was coming. Due to the everything that’s happening in the world, I had a feeling it was only a matter of time before it was either cancelled or postponed.
And postponing was the right decision.
Last night the organizers sent out the email I was expecting. Right now, riders have the option of either riding in September, deferring their entry to next year’s race, or accepting a refund if they decide not to race later this year. Mentally, I have already committed to 200 miles in 2020, no matter when I get to do them. I’m looking at this shift as an opportunity to get in even better shape this summer so I can really give Kanza my all. I’m very thankful for this extra training time since I’m feeling a little behind fitness-wise. I’ve never had to get in shape for a race this early in the year and it’s kind of doing a number on me mentally and physically. But before I heard the news, I got in two good rides this weekend.
On Saturday, it was taking awhile for the temps to rise, so I waited until almost 11 a.m. to get on the bike. The weather was gorgeous the rest of the afternoon, so I took advantage of it and decided to do a little climbing. I was set on getting in a lot of time in the saddle as well as some vert. I mean…what else is there to do, ya know? I headed toward Boulder then west into the mountains because I had a few climbs in mind. As I was approaching the bottom of Olde Stage on Lefthand Canyon, two of my buddies rolled up next to me! FRIENDS! I hadn’t talked to real friends in…weeks? And, man, it was so great. We were going to the same way—up to Jamestown—and I was hesitant to ride with them in an effort to respect distancing guidelines, but seeing them made me instantly happier. I felt more excited to be on the bike. I wanted to catch up and reconnect.
So we rode together.
I tried my best to distance where and when I could while respecting road traffic and other cyclists. Part of me felt bad about it, and another part of me realized how truly isolated I feel these days. I Zoom with my family every week and text my friends, but it’s not the same as riding bikes up a canyon together, enjoying the spring weather.
We descended back down the canyon and took a right to climb up the back of Lee Hill, which is an absolute smoker.I didn’t have to work too hard at distancing because the guys dropped me so hard only a short way up.
The same thing happened again when we descended Lee Hill and made our way back toward town. A few miles later, we split up and headed home.
The ride ended up being really great, and I was so happy to see my friends and climb probably more than I would’ve on my own, but I definitely felt guilty later in the day.
During this entire quarantine, I haven’t actively ridden with friends or anyone I don’t live with on purpose—and I don’t intend to. But it was nice while it lasted.
On Sunday, I woke up with very tender legs.
I pushed it so hard on Saturday and was really feeling it; I didn’t even think I could ride. But the weather was looking amazing and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be outside since maybe one day we won’t be able to.
I had heard a week or so ago that some of the roads in Boulder undergoing construction were temporarily open to cyclists, so I decided to take advantage of that! I rode into Boulder and headed west up Sunshine Canyon.
^^^ Wearing a custom Ale kit designed by friends in Florida.
It’s a pretty decent paved climb with not much of a shoulder, but it wasn’t too busy for a weekend. I kept on until turning off onto dirt at Poorman, then took Fourmile to Chapman…
None of that means anything to anyone unless you live here, but it ended up being a really great day with lots of elevation gain and a nice ride on roads I have missed so much since they’ve been closed. I still don’t know how I made it back home after this ride because everything hurt so badly.
On Sunday evening, I was totally cooked and I participated in my family Zoom call laying on my bed with my legs up the wall.
I hope you had a good weekend and you’re making the best of your situation right now, whatever it may be. One day at a time has been my mantra for the last two weeks. We’ll get through.