The goal of this event is FUN and personal challenge. Racers set out to ski, snowshoe, snowbike, or run as many laps as we can in a 3, 6, 12, or 24-hour period. You can change modes of travel at any time. Last year was our inaugural trip for the Equinox and we loved it so much that we came back for more. Each of us registered as soloists for the 12-hour event.
I love to mountain bike but my skate skiing technique is pretty dismal. So this year my whole reason for being was to try out the fat bike. We stopped in Victor, Idaho on the way so that I could rent a bike at Fitzgerald's Bicycles. I had my doubts about my ability to ride one of these things in the balmy weather. Cheese and rice, I was wearing flip flops and shorts when I picked up Mabel (my bike, a Surley Pugsley). But I figured if I did just one or two laps on race day it would be worthwhile.
|Picking up Mabel in Victor. Thanks to my awesome friend Shelli at Have Media Will Travel for sharing her pics. The pictures are proof to our husbands that we did go skiing. The menfolk are SO on to us.|
I started out on the bike, which I was nervous about. Sure enough, two minutes into the race I tipped over a few times on the short stretch of single track. Then we hit the ski trails and it was PURE BLISS. The snow was so packed you could have taken a road bike on it. And the downhills were a kick - snow flying, jamming around the corners, wind in your hair, heart singing... Well, you get the picture. I loved the course, it was curvy and hilly and not too difficult. At least until about 1:00 pm. at which point it morphed into pure slush. But falling meant merely getting wet, no tree roots or rocks to contend with, no dirt rash. I could get used to fat biking.
|What could be more dorky than a middle-aged mom with a big cheesy grin on her face?|
At about 2 pm I decided to cut my losses with the bike before I didn't love it anymore and switched over to skiing. I chugged some Gatorade, ate an epic bar and headed out on the ski course. Wow, big mistake. I should have rested for a little as my quads cramped up halfway through the approximately 9 k. Ouch, that has never happened to me before. Chalk it up to standing climbing on the bike, my legs were shot. They froze up on every single hill, and I should mention that the "skiing" was pretty darn difficult. One of my good friends even said the "f" word when she skated/slogged by. She doesn't cuss and she's the toughest chick I know. Later on I had to check with her to see if I had heard her right (I thought it was lack of oxygen to my brain).
It took me 2 hours to do my first lap, which is sick and wrong (not to mention embarrasing). The great thing, again, was the GLORIOUS WEATHER so I took a break and basked in the sun, ate my Marie Calendar chicken pot pie, and drank a ton - and was much better. At this point I was tempted to call it day and drink beer, like the more reasonable people who set up camp next to us. But for some bizarro reason I set out for more laps, I guess because I knew I could hang up my skis once we got back to Lander. The Equinox is a last hurrah for sure.
The good news is that the conditions seemed to slightly improve as the day waned. I was finally making friends with my skis. The magical late-afternoon light was just beautiful. At one point the wind shifted and the air smelled like spring, like the earth was finally taking a breath after a long winter. The chickadees were singing and it was just lovely. (See why I am always last!?)
Right before 7 pm I finished my last lap, having reached my goal for the day. Plus it was beer-thirty. It had been a great day, crappy snow aside, but I was so done. For me the "f" word was FINISHED. And also Fat Tire, the kind that you drink of course.
|All together we skied, biked and ran about 155 miles. But as you can see, that's not what it's really about. (The only body part that was sore were my abs - from laughing so much.)|