...I feel like Guido hit me in the knees with a baseball bat, sanded my crotch with some 50-grit paper, then repeatedly punched me in the quads with brass knuckles. So I'm not moving around much this afternoon and have some time to reflect...

When we arrived for the start of Everest Challenge Day 2, the sun was just rising over the White mountains beneath a thin layer of clouds to the east. That made for a beautiful splash of light on the middle slopes of the eastern Sierra. One thing's for sure about riding your bike in this region... there's never a shortage of spectacular scenery to enjoy!
But let's talk about the Everest Challenge...
29,000 feet of climbing in two days, at altitude, with difficult weather conditions.
Having now undertaken and completed this thing, my feeling is that it isn't really a bike race in any traditional sense. Most dimensions of bike racing don't apply here. This thing is more like a test, or a... well, a challenge. Of epic proportion.
It's a
physiology test. To excel at this event, you need high hematocrit and good lungs. Oxygen is sparse on these climbs; blood is critical. I get a mediocre grade in physiology, with a HCT of 43%
It's also a multi-part
intelligence test. Some would argue we all failed that one simply by attempting Everest. But I wouldn't agree. Rather, the test accounts for your preparation. Anybody who attempts EC without doing some extraordinary and focused training gets an F. Fortunately, I get a marginally passing grade because I did some significant hill training just for this. However, I get marked down because I didn't do enough hard back-to-back days (
see the result below) and, honestly, once I got my upgrade, I no longer had the drive to train hard. Basically, I stopped training two weeks ago.
The second part of the intelligence test applies just to race day. If you don't eat and drink properly, you will fail spectacularly. Witness C-Walk's meltdown on Day 1. I get an A on eating and drinking. I've always been a good eater and drinker! But I get an F on the other aspect of race-day intelligence, namely, staying within your limits early on so that you can finish strong. Both days I rode the early hills too hard and paid the price on the final climbs. My overall intelligence grade: C-
(
Note: I tried to argue for a higher IQ, but the teacher reminded me that I missed the start of day 1 which doesn't reflect too highly on my intelligence.)
But
persistence is like the final exam. Even if you're weak in physiology and intelligence, you can pull out a decent grade with persistence. When I hit the final 6 kft climb yesterday, I was with the elite group... C-Walk, Jesse Moore, GaryAnn, and a couple other freak-o strong guys. (Lindsay was a few minutes ahead, but he doesn't count.) But then I cracked big time. Within minutes I was in my lowest gear, 39x25, even though the grade was quite moderate. Each pedal stroke was a chore. I did some math: at my speed, the climb would take me at least two hours! Completing it seemed inconceivable. Guys started passing me... 3's, 4/5's, Masters, one-legged blind women on cruiser bikes, you name it. Then J-Rop caught me. Instead of dropping my sorry self like he easily could have, he stuck with me. Although he was probably hurting too, his glass was half full, while my glass was not only empty but was an endless vacuum of despair slowly sucking the entire universe into a crushing black hole. I was not happy. We commiserated. We debated the intelligence of this event. Actually, there was no debate ...it's stupid. But we both persevered. Left, right, left, right... turning the pedals over. And then the finish line came into view. It was still a long ways off, but we knew it existed. That was an overwhelming relief because I was starting to think I had been damned to climb this mountain continually for all of eternity.
So we finished. Persistence grade: A+
A couple pictures thanks to Jon Eropkin's wife Jamie...

How many times do you have to pedal a 39x25 to climb 20 miles?

Good suffering loves good company!
Somebody saw fit to record times each day and add them together, which I think is usually refered to as the
results.
Some more reflections...
* 12 hours of Garmin data tell the real story of my race...

Day 1: Missed my start by 5-6 minutes and rode easy with the Masters for 30 minutes or so, thinking I'd never see my field. Once we began climbing however, I saw remnants of the group in front and realized there might be a chance to catch some people so I started going harder. I was able to get my heart rate up nicely and climbed reasonably well on the first three climbs, catching people along the way. As it turned out, I might have over cooked it because I had a lot less power for the final climb. Avg. heart rate was 144 bpm and max was 166. Ride time was ~5:56.

Day 2: Started out better because I made the start on time. Lindsay took off solo on the first climb and we soon had a small chase group behind, all taking turns setting tempo. My heart rate would not get as high and my power was definitely below day 1. We stayed together all the way up and down both the first two climbs, but at the beginning of the third, my engine was not working on all cylinders and I could barely get my heart rate into the 140's. Avg. heart rate was 135 and max was 157. Ride time was ~5:51. On the final climb, I lost 20-30 minutes to the group I started it with!
* Thinking back on it, the training sessions leading up to the EC were really enjoyable, and it's doubly satisfying that we all finished. And my spies tell me that most of the others--Steve Weixel, Mark Be-Lukie, Jason co-Hammer, the Prof, and GaryAnn--are all doing fine today.
* Congrats to Gary for winning the 3's. He might have more upgrade points than anyone in USCF history. Glad he'll be a 2 next year, although the flirting and bickering between him and Bam-Bam Hammer during races will be a tad embarrassing.
* I left Bishop and Big Pine with two strange situations unresolved. First, after the finish, poor Jesse Moore descended the long final climb back to the start only to find his car missing. He speculated that the guy he came with didn't finish the race, hopped in the car, and went out looking for Jesse. They missed each other and had no way to get in contact. C-Walk and I took nearly an hour to clean up and get out of there, and the whole time Jesse was laying in the dirt in the desert in his cycling clothes. We gave him water and wished him luck. But C-Walk had his own crisis to deal with as his car was dead in back of a Bishop gas station. Nobody could work on it until Monday, and even then they might have to wait a few more days for parts. Being the frugal type, CW decided to sleep in the back of his car in back of the gas station. The weather report said it would dip into the 20's at night.