Sani2c Mountain Bike Stage Race 17 -19th May 2012

Two weeks after finishing the 9-day tour we were back for Sani2c, the last 3 days of Joberg2c.  After driving down we stayed at the foot of the Sani Pass outside Underberg in some lovely secluded cottages.  Riding as easy as possible up a bit of the pass we made a mental note to come back and stay longer: riding the pass, hiking on the hills and finishing the day with a glass of wine and log fire sounds pretty!  Dinner was a nice social evening with Bizhub having three teams: Myself and Ischen, Leana and Nicky and Carel and Yolandi riding mixed. 

Day One

Underberg – MacKenzie Club 88km (ish)

Apparently it was minus 2 as we drove into Underberg for the 7am start.  Warming up was fine in my Michelin man layers but stripping down to lycra wasn’t pleasant!  Thankfully there was no slow Massy Ferguson this time to ride out behind and we were straight into racing hard.  Through the mist and dust in the fast group I took my glasses off to see, one arm broke off and I heard that awful sound of them been crushed by a wheel behind.   Just after that my back wheel jammed.  Stopping I saw the wheel had fallen out, probably from someone knocking it in the mayhem of the start.  Fixing that I lost the group and somehow also lost my bottle, they do say things happen in threes!! Unfortunately at that point we lost contact with the lead ladies, Theresa and Karien (MTN/Biogen).  Riding then in a small group the single track down to the floating bridge was as good as it can get; smooth and compact from 3000 previous riders and made more pleasurable with fresh legs.  Ischen and I rode hard and well together and finishing up the climb to the finish we were surprised to hear we were only 2 minutes behind so going into the big day it was all still to play for.  Nicky, Leana, Carel and Yolandi all came in 3^rd. 

Day Two

MacKenzie Club – Jolivet 96km

After an afternoon and evening socialisng I slept solidly in the tent despite the snoring and woke nervous about the big day down to Joliet in and out of the Unkomaas Valley

With 1500 riders the batching meant we were off first at 6.20am.  A crazy time to start and pretty amusing trying to get ready at the van in the dark; I spent an age looking for a glove with my tiny Nokia, Ischen was running around looking like she’d just woke up, Conrad was armed as usual with pump, lube, bars, jells, tools and anything else we requested, Nicky and Yolandi were their chilled selves and Leana was just telling everyone to ‘toughen up!!’ Just as the sun came up we were off. The temperature thankfully was in positive figures and with the fast start again we were soon warm.  There was no congestion down the single track and I felt like I was flying down and enjoying every bit.  Following ‘Burry’s brother’ (as we knew him by) was perfect as he took such nice lines and I got to the bottom on a real high.  In the mist the temperature dropped and we spent the next hour along the valley feeling pretty cold which was a good thing really as I’d lost my bottle again and only had Ischen’s spare half until we saw Conrad at 60 odd km.  After riding straight through the first feed (way too early for donuts and potato!!) we passed the lead ladies fixing a bike.  We didn’t know what had happened but knew we had a chance of s stage win so rode as hard as we could go.  The route was fantastic, its always my favorite day and in last year’s race it was the day Candise and myself took the lead overall.   The rocky descents were smoothed over and the deeper river crossings had bridges over.  True, we were spoilt but there was still the tough climbs to do and with such a hard effort early on we started feeling it after the second feed.  However we cracked it and flew down towards the finish coming in in 27^th overall in 4 hours 20.  Leana and Nicky took 2^nd place in GC too after we heard Karien had fallen and broke her derailleur which meant she was on a single speed for most of the day and had lost a ton of time.

After the race the mission is to find your allocated tent and black kit box which travels in the trucks.  Then its stretch, shower ands clean kit before finally flaking out.  This afternoon with the tents in the shade I chilled out with tea and a donut chatting to my tent neighbors, who also happened to be out DC teammates, it’s a small world!!

Day Three

Jolivet – Scottburgh 75km

I seemed to have acquired the nickname Disco Cath from the podium dance (compulsory I have to add) though I do have to admit I get a little carried away and last night I had all four of us making little box/big box, stirring the pot and wiggling the hips!

The start today, straight down and onto sanding twisty tracks is always a struggle for me.  With such a lead I didn't want to risk falling and breaking the bike so held back which is even more risky with guys cutting in front.  Ischen was also taking a strain with a chesty cough, which got worse after yesterday’s efforts.  As in Joberg2c where I was ill, we had a good enough lead not to make it worse so backed off the pace.  I felt strong so was happy not to try to sit in the fast bunches coming through and, unlike at Joberg2c it was my turn to look around and take in the last bits of beautiful scenery around this area.  10km left Ischen had a flat, we bombed it but it started going down again pretty soon.  I think by the time we climbed the last hill to the school at Scottburgh there was more air going into her croaky lungs than was in her tires!!  We were 2^nd ladies but held on comfortably to take overall victory with Leana and Nicky 2^nd on GC.  Carel and Yolandi had fought hard but ended up just missing the podium in the mixed category.

A great 3 days but over so quickly.  Thanks a ton to Conrad for a smooth mechanical free tour and for all the extra work done from the pimped up team ‘taxi’ and to  Farmer Glen and Gary for allowing us to race when so many are on the waiting lists and for the continuous entertainment they provide.  

Cape Argus Pick and Pay Road Race, March 2012

The Argus has been a big event on my calendar the last three years now, you can’t help but get caught up in the whole atmosphere in what is dubbed South African’s World Champs.  Your not a real cyclist until you have done the Argus and the question that always follows ‘have you done it?’ is ‘what was your time?’ As a racing cyclist this one is always a funny one, I don’t think I have ever done a bike race and stopped my watch as I cross the line.

This year though my whole focus since January has been the Cape Epic and training for an 8 day race of distances over 100km has left me with my ‘base’ legs.  Despite mixing the long rides off road with intervals the speed on the road has been a bit of an issue, especially up climbs, and I wasn’t even sure I would finish this Argus in a contending group.

Race day started early and as we drove to the start I noticed the temperature already 22 degrees, at 5am this was a little concerning and I was thankful for the 6.30 kick off.  The excitement at the start gets me every time, hundreds of cyclists milling around in the dark, dance music blasting out and, to add to it, seeing my parents and friends there after nearly two months away from home. 

Once we got going the group was pretty edgy and I stayed near the front out of trouble.  The climbs were rode at tempo so no real accelerations until round mid way where you turn back in land.  Over the top I was just off the front group and we chased back on.  Once the pace eased at the front so more riders tagged back on and so started the fight to stay near the front again.  It was the same up Chapman’s Peak and the final climb up Suikerbossie during which I was so thankful for some electrolyte from Annriette as my calves and quads were threatening to cramp.

Towards the finish I never left the top 10, keeping a close eye on Ashleigh when she was in front but also just watching the guys as a few were trying to escape early and I thought how nice it would be to get away and ‘solo’ into a victory!  However that wasn’t to be and instead there was a stampede to the line.  I stayed right, in the wind but not boxed in as the group was too twitchy.  About 300m to go I saw Ashleigh go off to my left so I went too.  Not on anyone’s wheel I had no one to hide behind and expected a herd of riders to come past.  Instead I heard a big crash so just kept going and came over the line 2^nd woman with Ashleigh taking the win and Lynette Burger taking 3^rd.

One by one the injured riders came through the finish which is always a terrible sight.  Out of the Bizhub girls Marissa broke a finger and Annriette looked like she’s been tattooed with chain rings.  There were a few nasty accidents in the Toyota team and I heard a few guys had broken collarbones.  I guess that’s the danger in road cycling and I hope everyone recovers 100%. 

After the disappointment at the Nationals for Bizhub-FCF I was pleased to get our kit on the podium.  Two second places in both the Road and MTB Argus’ in two weeks and two matching bottles of bubbly that were easily polished off a few days after on my 30^th Birthday.  

Mabalingwe Marathon MTN National Series, 11th May 2012

As my alarm went off at 4 something AM I had sudden visions of been back in my dark tent in Joberg2C then the nerves really kicked in at the thought of racing without my team mate.  I’m not sure why its less daunting with a team mate and it made me wonder if those people lucky enough to be good at team sports ever have the same nerves as those in individual sports. 

Anyway, Mabalingwe reserve was only an hour and half away and soon the sun was out and warm up underway.  Setting off with the ultra marathon guys I knew it’d be fast so did a good warm up.   Sandy flat twisty tracks are definitely my weak point; both Leana and me said we could do with a training camp here (hint hint!!) as I rode from one thorn bush to another to avoid any lean of the bike.  However, after putting Belgium crit racing to full effect I stayed with the lead girls, Ariane and Theresa and soon we had re grouped with the front guys.  I moved through the pack until I realised I was on Kevin Evans’ wheel than backed off knowing I really didn’t belong there!!  Soon we hit the first climb and I just dropped off the other 2 ladies.  Chasing alone I kept the distance then had a little help as a group of guys came past.  My cornering on the flat stuff again was terrible and I had to do so many sprints after every bend. 

Thankfully the climbing started again and as we rode past a high fence I spotted a white lion (rare I’m told).  Just after that, as if I was distracted, I managed to take a wrong turn and ended up following the half marathon signs.  Dropping down I nearly rode into 2 Kudu I think you call them, and then saw some wild hog (I think) and monkeys (pretty sure of that one!).  Soon I thought it very odd that I couldn’t see the two girls even on the straight sections and soon after I decided to turn round.  Re passing the marshals who gave the same expressionless looks the first time I passed them I retraced my tracks.  Going backwards on a course isn’t easy and in the single-track section I got lost ‘in the bush’.  Hearing the hog/pigs (?) running around and a load of monkeys made me panic and I made the nearest exit.  I imagined the story now, ‘rider lost in bush mauled by pig and finished off by monkey’ didn’t seem the best way to go so I rode as hard as I could to rejoin where I went wrong.  It took 25 minutes to retrace my tracks and I knew then it was race over. 

Still, I could still have a good work out pre Sani2C and once over the disappointment of throwing away a podium finish I enjoyed chasing the guys back from back of the field: firstly the couples who were clearly on their first and last race together, then the struggling weekend warriors, then the camlebak riders.  It was a frustrating climb in the traffic but then for some reason a completely empty descent allowing me the full rocky track to bump over and no one in ear sight to hear me talk myself down (try it when scared, it really works!!) 

The route after that was pretty dull to be honest, sandy jeep tracks and not a lot on the horizon, I think I have been too spoilt lately!!  Soon the guys I was passing got second breathe and I chatted to a few.  One told me we had 10km left so you can imagine the feelings when a marshal shouted 30km left.  We’d just re climbed the Vodacom climb and I was completely out of water, the adrenalin of the lion and pigs was wearing thin and my back was killing from that rocky descent and by the fact I am no longer in my 20s, therefore have inherited the family back issues!!

Once I knew I was on the wrong course again I slowed down, refilled my bottle at the next stop and enjoyed the bits of single track now filled with the 20km riders. I slowed down to ride with a few guys on the verge of cracking as they moaned on about finishing with 90 odd km in their legs until I informed them of what must have been well over 100km on mine.  Finally nearing the 5 hour mark I came into the field, contemplated exiting the finish by the side then thought better of it as there were some delicious ice lollies waiting on the other side of the finish chute and I thought what the heck, I’m not one to quit a race if I’ve been dropped from the pack to save my results been seen and wasn’t about to start that habit now. 

It turned out most of the marathoners had 90 odd km on their clocks and I fear the email box of the orgainsers will be full for a long time!!  Though it is set in a unique venue (when do you otherwise cycle past a lion) it looked to me that there were just too many races on one day when most of the other series races are based on two days.

Have to say sorry to Conrad who thought I was lion feed and to Bizhub for messing up a possible podium finish.  Leana finished 3^rd we thought but then wasn’t mentioned in the prize presentation so who knows!!  

Old Mutual Joberg2c Mountain Biking Stage Race 27th – 5th May 2012

Having had 3 weeks of family time with Rob and reminding the cat of her mother I was back to the sun of South Africa.  Though Spring should have arrived in the UK the temperature barely got over 10 degrees and at times my training rides were pretty grim with the lambs and myself looking at each other in pity.  However its always good to be home especially after the Epic where I was in need of some TLC and some home cooked food and I returned fresh and ready for the next stage race, Joberg2c: a 9 day journey from Johannesburg to Scottsburgh, some 900km away where hopefully we would arrive in one piece all be it looking worn out, windswept and generally pretty rugged.

Day One

Karen Beef (near Heidelberg) to Frankfort 113km

We turned up relaxed and excited as the day was a ‘none race’ day, perfect for us both.  Ischen, my partner (for her sins) is on the way back from a broken wrist and I had spent 3 weeks on the road back home so my skills are pretty rusty.  The race splits straight away with two choices down some lovely single track.  We close the left and discovered it a lot longer than the right but more interesting.  Re grouping at the bottom we were able to catch up with friends and generally have a relaxing ride while at the same time flying along at a good pace due to the fantastic tail wind Wappo had organized for us.  A slight mechanical problem with Ischen’s chain was fixed down at the boat crossing by Nevel from Botswana who was our ‘mechanic on the road’ last year too!  Rowing across the river (or pretending in Ischen’s case) we crossed into the Freestate and into a nasty bumpy grassy head/side wind until the third feed station.  Described as a mirage on the horizon by some and a Deli by others the stop was amazing: millie, chicken, sausage, slices, and sweets.  I alternated between millie and chocolate slices, an odd but tasty combination though I complained at the lack of toothpicks for the whole ride on to Frankfort, our first home!

Day Two

Frankfort – Reitz 93km

The race begins…

After a rather rushed breakfast and getting the bags on the truck we rode away from Frankfort behind the huge Massey Ferguson.  It was a pretty cold start but the arm warmers were soon yanked down as the race got underway along dusty tracks by the river into the blinding sun. Once we settled down we found ourselves with Carel and Leana, our Bizhub mixed team and rode in a small group.  Ischen’s chain jammed again and we lost the group.  Riding on our own from there was fine with another tail wind and eventually we regrouped.  The scenery was pretty average but the sun was out and the wind was mainly behind so no complaints even in the flat lands!  We finished on a high, having passed right through a wolf sanctuary following a fantastic single-track descent. We were 1^st woman and somewhere in the 20s overall

Day Three

Reize - Sterkfontein dam 123km

It was freezing this morning and only warmed to 7 degrees when we rolled out slowly behind the tractor.  The groups split up fairly early and as we rode through one of many fields of the day we again found ourselves with Carel and Leana. Eventually our group was around 8 strong, a sociable bunch and feeling strong I was happy sharing the pulling at the front.  Wappo had done an amazing job through the year and there was so much more single track and fields to ride through.  In fact we never rode on tar once which was a shame as my whole body felt battered from so many bumps, I imagine it must have been pretty tough on Ischen’s wrist so I couldn’t really complain!  

Again the wind blew mainly from the back and we finished in 4 hours 58, an hour quicker than what we thought.  The scenery today was pretty impressive, riding in the middle of nowhere through these millie fields with no sign of any civilization and the mountains just next to us.

I’m afraid I was to blame for losing the back half of our group the last 15km… riding over more bumpy fields I just wanted to be done with and hearing the other Bizhub crew on my wheel I rode hard leaving the men to fend for themselves.  My main motive I had to admit wasn’t about increasing our lead, rather I’d remembered the fantastic camp with huge tables full of cakes, biscuits, kooksisters and more, not to mention the bath, real toilets, sinks and soap, pure luxury!! 

 

Day Four

Sterkfontein Dam – Winterton 124km

The biggest day on paper and we were both looking forward to it.  Last year was filled with mechanical problems and we spent the single track stuck in long queues.  Instead today we had the descent to ourselves and enjoyed every bit!  The route climbs and winds round the edge of the escarpment along ‘Great Wall My China’ with fantastic views down over the Zulu Kingdom.  The wind was blowing like it does on the Yorkshire Moors and towards the edge, which was a little nerve-racking.  Ischen led down the single track not even hesitating at the easy or hard route and I did wonder if she was hanging on to the bars as much as I was. 

Following the descent the route continued on and off flowing single track, some through fields with steep edges which caused a few incidents, other bits were down fantastic descents, especially after the climb up Spioenkop, all in all the whole route was interesting, varied and one of the best days in the saddle.

We finished the day in around 6 hours, in 30^th so pretty consistent.  After yesterday’s food I am getting tired of eating now and happily gave the huge slabs of steak and donuts a miss though was pleased to see some real tea and rusks.

Day Five

Winterton – Kamberg 102km

Warm up now consists of a hot cuppa from Seattle Coffee Company, very much needed with these 5am wake ups!  Today the pace at the start was pretty slow for a change- I think it was the scrambled egg and bacon the guys were chowing down. Eventually we split up over some single track and re grouping after that we formed a nice big, civilized bunch, stopping at the feed and riding at a steady pace along the open road.  After a good chat we turned up into a reserve and in between looking at bok we climbed high up to the 2^nd feed.  We rode alone from there then worked hard to tag back onto part of our splintered group for the road down to Kamberg.  With a tent overlooking the river, a cooling dip with our racing friends followed by a massage and an afternoon on a beanie chatting about the day with some good coffee and cake the day will take some beating.  The atmosphere at Joberg2C is incredible.. not only do you make great friends but also the support from the communities is unbeatable.  In this camp we not only had a leaflet telling us where everything was and table mats hand drawn by the kids, but also some witty guy had pitched a tent all on its own over the river with a sign saying ‘Snorers’ and on the hill opposite stood a box high up with a sigh saying ‘Complaints’.  Funny how little things amuse the most!  

Day 6

Kamberg – Hazeldean Farm 93km

This morning there was no cold start as the race hit the hills as soon as the tractor pulled off the route, well actually fell off the route as it toppled into a ditch!  There was no need to kill ourselves to stay with the big group up front as there was a tail wind and I was happy to take the pace as we rode alone.  After 40km or so we hit Snow Mountain, a long climb with legendary fruitcake at the top! After that was a fast descent, a wade through the river followed by endless climbs and descents all the way to the camp.  The views were amazing and something we’d missed last year in the mist.  It was like a scene out of  ‘Never Ending Story’, the one with the dinosaurs I seem to remember! As we got closer to camp we were both happy to see the lovely autumn colors on Hazeldean Farm near Underberg.  Again we were 1^st woman 32^nd overall and now 22^nd in GC.

I did seem to be plagued with bad luck after the finish.... My bag was in the truck that broke down meaning extra chammy time, the showers ran out of water just as I got there, and then the electricity went off as I was in the coffee queue.  Added to that, despite the beautiful surroundings, there were no sinks to wash in, only portaloos and a long queue for beef stew for dinner (not been a fan of cow unless its in a spag bol I’ve been drewling over Ishen’s vegetarian option and sending her back for seconds on numerous occasions!!)

Day 7

Hazeldean Farm – Mackenzie Club 85km

Today was the start of the Sani2c route and a short, pretty flat stage with some fun flowing single track.  We were led out of the farm by 4 horses from the polo club (not sure if the tractor is still stuck!!) before the frantic race through nearby farmlands.  It ended up been one of my favorite days, with the laugh of going across the floating bridge, and some duel single track which we raced down with our TransAct friends through the forest which was like doing a slalom course dodging the trees!  It was almost a shame to finish and it was a long hot afternoon spent mainly on our mattresses in the shade chatting with Eric, Ariene, Leana and Jennie while happy in the knowledge our bikes were getting the best TCL by Conrad.  Leana and Carel were now comfortably in 3^rd place, riding well together and enjoying the week as much as we were.

Day 8

Mackenzie Club - Jolivet 96km

It was a little easier to get out of the sleeping bag this morning, as it was lovely and warm.  However after a noisy night of snorers I could easily have rolled over and slept another 6 hours.  Once off we were soon into the famous single track that makes Sani2c so popular.  We went left which was congestion free and then thankfully had no one behind me down the mountainside.  With the mist in the Unkomaas valley the descent was spectacular, I only wished I had the skill to fly down the single track like the guys.  Once down we wove our way along the valley then started the many river crossings.  Some were fine, some you got half way over and realized how deep they got, and others we didn’t even attempt!  Near where the second water point should have been was a concerned couple from Search and Rescue telling us the feed wasn’t there and here was some lube and half a bottle of water to get us through the next 20km. It was hot and I felt for those slower guys but just round the corner up the hill was the feed so there was no panic after all. After a whole load more climbing we eventually entered the forest and enjoyed the fast descent all the way down with some fun bits of single track in the trees.  The last few Km’s Farmer Glen and his team had managed to dig a whole track by the side of the main road in the last few weeks making it not only safer for us riders but also for the community for many years to come. Today we finished 1^st woman, 29^th overall in 4 hr45

The evening’s entertainment was hilarious with two very funny ‘Wipeouts of the Day’ stories, one from Aiden, the ‘in house’ comedian plus a ‘Behind the Scenes’ video including cuts from SuperCycling, which was shown daily.  With only one day left there was a real relaxed atmosphere and it was a late night… 9.30 before my torch went out!!

Day 9

Jolivet - Scottburgh 75km

A stomach bug hit the camp, which unfortunately caught me too, and after a restless night I warned Ischen the day would be a slow one.  She also felt pretty unwell so it was a good job we had no pressure.  I had no energy at all but worse was the lack of co ordination.  I lost the group we were with on every bend, eventually getting dropped on a climb.  It is a great route so was a shame not to enjoy it so much.  Ischen was patient and I didn’t want to cause any more damage by pushing it so we rode steady and managed to get a free ride down to the sea behind some strong guys.  I was more than relieved to see the sea and coming over the boards and up to the finish line our 9-day journey was over.  We were 40^th today and dropped to 23^rd on GC but I can live with that.  Carel and Leana were 3^rd in the Mixed so there was a good Bizhub presence at the presentation. 

I’d like to say we finished off with an all night party in Scottburgh to show our true endurance but after crashing out for 3 hours that afternoon in a real bed I then managed another 10 hours that night before dozing half the way back to Joberg with the post race blues already hitting home!!