Monday 28 January 2019

Brass Monkeys Winter Series - Final Round 2018/19


With my first year racing in the Veteran category coming to a close, I hadn’t yet nailed a top 10 finish on my MTB. (Yes, there had been a 4th place last May in a CX race, oh and a sneaky podium in the summer, but that was when I dipped back to the Open category for one event.) I felt I had raced strongly at the previous round of the Brass Monkeys series, but I’d been left slightly frustrated with 12th, only 2 1/2 minutes behind 10th after 4 hours racing.

The evening after the race as I lay in bed I decided 10th was my goal for the next round and that a bit more dedication was required. For the past 3 weeks I’ve been eating carefully. Less naughty treats, cutting out a grazing habit built up over the festive holiday period. The remaining Christmas cake stayed in the tin instead of in my lunch box and I cut out my evening bowl of cereal in front of TV. I’ve been going to bed with my stomach grumbling!

Further motivation came later that week when the series points were published. Consistency meant I was placed 6th. I always say that success at the Brass Monkeys series is about getting rider and bike home at all the rounds. Grim winter conditions mean that bikes take a beating during the races and riders have to negotiate flu and cold season while remaining fit when conditions are not conducive to training.

Goal in mind I put in two big training weeks, both over 10 hours, including 4 hour weekend rides. I made sure these miles were off-road as much as the weather allowed. I’d then taken it easy in the days before the final race so I was feeling fresh. I’d cleaned the bike, checked the latex in the tyres, fork pressures, cleaned the drivechain and double checked it was working flawlessly. I was well prepared and on the morning of the race rather than screaming up with minutes to spare, I arrived at the venue nice and early. This allowed time for a proper 15 minute warm-up, instead of relying on the opening lap of the race to stretch the legs. I then jostled for a position slightly nearer the front of the grid. I felt fit; the bike was tuned, the starter blew the air horn and we were off.



To help spread the field the race opened with a mile of wide fireroad. Unfortunately overnight rain meant it was coated in a slithery gloop and riddled with puddles. Riders wove left and right dodging the muddiest, wettest sections while also fighting each other for position. The rear wheels ahead threw mud up into my face, coating my glasses, adding visibility issues to the mix of challenges. By the time we hit the course proper bike and rider were filthy and as I pedaled up the first hill the drivechain sounded horribly grunchy and gritty. Only 4 hours to go!

Riders continued to fight for places over the opening lap. I was bumped left and right, my rear tyre was rubbed and one rider even ran into me. As usual I can’t understand all this bumping and barging when we’ve got 4 hours to sort everything out. And having invested all that energy pushing me out of the way and sprinting off ahead on the first lap I can guarantee I’ll spin past them all later in the race. Experience has told me it’s best to conserve that strength for later in the day.

Following the successful example of the previous rounds I preserved what energy I could during the first 2 laps. This was hard in the muddy conditions as you need strength and power to negotiate greasy roots and fight for traction on slippery slopes. The 38 minute first lap immediately told me that this wasn’t going to be a 7 lap race like the previous events. The 42 minute second lap meant it might not even be a 6 lap race! Into lap 3 I stepped on the gas, quickly gaining on a group of 4 ahead that I could see contained riders close behind me in the series ranking. As we approached a big grassy uphill traverse I stamped on the pedals hoping I could catch and pass them all before they realised and had chance to follow my wheel. Heart rate through the roof I wove between them, out of the saddle hauling my bike up the slope. I then pushed hard over the top to open a gap. A back marker came to my assistance when I was able to slot in front of the slower rider just as we entered a tighter section of trail, delaying the others slightly in their chase.

The reduced number of laps had thrown my normal refueling strategy. I had stopped for a bottle at the end of lap 2 and stopped again as normal on lap 3, but I rejoined behind two of the four riders I had overtaken and worked so hard to distance during the lap. They also picked up bottles, but had better pit assistance than myself with my bag of loose bottles! I’d estimate it cost me 15- 20 seconds. It took an entire lap to close up the distance lost and get back ahead. Now I had a decision to make. Did I stop again, let them through and have to do it all again? Or did I push on and risk hitting the wall when I ran out of fluid and food?

I decided to push on and maximize my advantage. I was riding hard and made up some further positions during the course of the lap. The conditions were also changing. The course itself was improving. The passage of hundreds of riders had created a racing line through the worst of the mud. Also new drier lines between the trees were getting run in, where people had gone in search of extra grip. However, the earlier sunshine was history and grey clouds were gathering overhead. First white sleety flakes were blown fluttering through the trees by the stiff northerly wind. Then as we headed towards the final lap, down came the hail. Beating on my helmet, the white beads briefly lining the tyre ruts in the trail before melting away.    




My strategy had worked and I’d stretched out a lead on the chasers behind during the lap, but glancing back I knew the gap wasn’t huge. It had taken some effort and I couldn’t ride another 40 minutes without further refueling. I’d have to stop this time. Skidding up to my bag I swapped in a new bottle, grabbed a banana and raced off with a gel between my teeth. Two chasers were now hot on my wheels and closed right up behind as we clattered down the first rooty descent. My pit stop had given them hope and I wanted to break them as soon as possible. I launched a full attack on the first climb hoping to gain an early advantage and a chance to eat while I still had time for my body to absorb the nutrients before the hills at the end of the lap. As the trail looped left at the top of the climb I glanced back. Despite putting myself deep into the red both riders were still hot on my heels. Inner demons began to surface. I wasn’t sure I could continue to ride like this and I didn’t fancy having to fend off a counter attack. I worried those behind were just biding their time. I had to remind myself that I had been stronger on the previous lap. I should still be the strongest now, it was just as hard for them and they were burning their last reserves trying to stick on my wheel.

For another 20 minutes we rode nose to tail, but with me always setting the pace on the front. We gained another position sweeping past a rider who had blown and was in survival mode, just spinning the pedals but going nowhere. With about 10 minutes of racing remaining the rain began to lash down. The trail conditions which had improved were suddenly lethally slippery again, the roots like ice under the tyres. There were two climbs at the end of the lap. Both of the long gradual variety, that burn the thighs more and more as the lactic builds. The first was the steeper and I guessed better suited for an attack. This was no out of the saddle sprint. I stayed seated and spun, not quite in the style of Chris Froome but my legs were on fire, powering up the slope as fast as I could. It was key I didn’t blow out before the top. Could I make the top at this speed? I could feel twinges that suggested cramp wasn’t far away. I didn’t look back, I crested the slope and focused on the best line through the trees as I dropped like a stone down the other side, breathing deeply trying to let the legs recover. Now I glanced behind. I had a gap but it was just a handful of seconds. Into the final climb and it was the same tactic, but this time the lactic came on much sooner. Rather than charge ahead I was grinding my way up the slope with every last ounce of effort. At the top another look behind. An empty path! I flew through the last few sections of singletrack as fast as I dared in the worsening conditions, but they weren’t coming back to me now. I was free, crossing the line alone with nobody even in sight behind.  

I had heard no commentary during the race and had no idea of my position. Diving into the warmth and dry of the event tent I spotted my name on the results screen -  8th. Top ten! I’d done it! In a room of damp strangers I had a little fist pump celebration with myself! “Get in!”

It had been a tough race. My AVERAGE heart rate over 4 hours was 163bpm!  Some Sundays I can do an entire 4 hour ride without reaching that sort of figure once! No doubt it had taken preparation, dedication and a significant amount of effort on the day, but I had the result I wanted. I also quickly learnt that I’d moved up to 5th in the series, matching my best result from 2014 in one of my favourite events.  



Wednesday 16 January 2019

All hanging on the last round!

It is all about consistency at the Brass Monkeys. Getting rider and bike to the finish line successfully at all three rounds is the key to a top series position. So despite narrowly missing out on a top 10 position at the first two rounds I am sitting 6th in the series. The points table is extremely tight though, so expect tough racing at the final round!


Monday 7 January 2019

Brass Monkeys 2018/19 Round 2


The winter XC race scene returned to Minley Manor on Sunday for the 2nd round of the Brass Monkeys series. Such are the variety of quality trails at Minley the course was unrecognizable to the one raced before Christmas at Round 1.  I’d estimate only a couple of hundreds meters of the 5.5 mile lap were shared with the previous event and much of that was run in reverse.


It hasn’t rained since before Christmas so the course was in perfect condition when I arrived anxious and excited at 9am. An element of my pre-race nerves was due to concern I had overtrained during the week leading up to the race.  The holiday season coupled with good weather meant I had ridden every day in the week leading up to the race, including a fairly strenuous mid week mountain bike ride. With those miles in my legs I’d felt tired and lethargic during Friday’s commute and my muscles had still been sore during a brief bike check on Saturday.

However, I’ve never identified the optimum race preparation. I’ve turned up at previous events rested and fresh, only to struggle terribly during the race. So it should have been no surprise that I felt like a million dollars on Sunday!

Following my experience at the previous round I purposefully started in the mid-field and let the pack moderate my pace on the opening loop. As we spread out I continued to slightly hold back, riding at 90%, not pushing hard out of corners or sprinting down the occasional fireroad. My aim was to save energy for later. Of course I was racing so everything is relative! I still recorded my fastest laps and clocked my highest heart rates during the first 3 laps.  It was only as the 4th lap started, an hour and a half into the race, that I consciously began to properly push on.

My pacing meant my 7th and final lap was only  a minute slower than my first full circuit. It paid off as I was able to finish strongly, passing one rider and holding off an attack from another who had beaten me at the previous round.

Lap 1: 29.15 Shorter opening lap
Lap 2: 33.16
Lap 3: 34.00
Lap 4: 33.54
Lap 5: 34.11
Lap 6: 34.47
Lap 7: 34.18

I executed my race plan perfectly on Sunday. No mistakes out on course, I felt strong and in control throughout the race and crossed the line having given it everything I had and maximized my potential. On the face of it then I was disappointed that I could put in that much effort and my performance was still not good enough to break into the top 10. (I missed out by less than 2.5 minutes) The fact is there are 11 people who were better than me on the day.

Whatever the result I enjoy the thrill of testing myself over 4hrs of close racing in superb conditions on an excellently prepared and designed course.