Leadville 100 Race Report
August 13th, 2008August 9, 2008, Leadville, CO. As a flatlander embarking on the Race Across the Sky, the concept of riding 100 miles at an average of over 10,000 feet is pretty intimidating. The Leadville 100 mountain bike race is considered one of the most challenging tests of endurance. There are over 1,000 entrants to this sold out race and participants are selected by lottery. I got in through a connection.
The real story this year was the participation of Lance Armstrong. The 7x Tour de France winner came out of retirement to ride in his first cycling race in three years. Lance would face five time Leadville 100 winner Dave Weins who last year bested Floyd Landis a former road champion (and convicted doper) in an epic battle. There is a lot of news about Lance and this race and here is a link http://sports.yahoo.com/sc/news?slug=ap-leadville100&prov=ap&type=lgns
I went out to Colorado with Adam Pemberton, a good friend and training buddy from Redding, CT. We would meet up with his brothers Andy, a Boulder, CO resident and Publisher of Velo News and Chris who is from Oakland, CA. Andy was kind enough to invite me to join the family and other co-workers to ride for Velo News.
After eight months of training (mostly all hills) our plan was to head out four days early to “acclimate”. We went to Breckenridge (9,200 feet) to hang out, do some work, fix our bikes, create a race plan, and enjoy the mountains.
The weather the entire time was 45 degrees in the morning escalating to a high of 65 with heavy clouds and occasional sun with periodic rain. Not what you would call “beach weather” in August. However it was great for riding!
On the second day we went out to the Leadville course (about 50 min drive) to ride a couple of the hills and get familiar with the area before the race. Leadville is 10,200 feet and claims it is the highest city in the US. Based on the lack of oxygen I wouldn’t argue with them. We rode the Power line climb which is considered the toughest because of its steepness, technical aspects and the proximity in the race (80 miles in). A day later we rode the first climb (St. Kevin’s) which is much more subdued but a wakeup call at 1,200 feet none the less. Both days I felt great and could ascend “clean” (meaning without touching down a toe) relatively easily. This would prove to be a different story with 80 hard miles under my belt days later.
Friday before our ride we went to “check in” with the 1000+ other riders. This was done in an old gymnasium and they had it pretty well organized. We went through medical inspection and picked up our bracelets, then to get our numbers and “goodie bags”. Our CT Challenge bag is much better. We had to stick around for a mandatory 11am race briefing. There we heard from the race director, medical director (trying to scare us about taking ibuprophen while racing because it can cause kidney failure if dehydrated) and the past champion, David Weins. We all were pleasantly surprised to hear that Lance was indeed racing with us and he would take the microphone for a few words of encouragement.
I would be riding an Orbea 29” hard tail (no rear suspension) all carbon frame fully set up with SRAM X-0 and XTR components. The bike weighed 23.08 lbs without pedals, which is light for a MTB.
The evening before race day I was stressed. I had just ridden the course and had a major issue on my new rear tire. I was running tubeless tires and on a decent I hit a pretty big hole and the tire “burped” air from the sidewall. This caused it to feel completely flat and lose control. Clearly I could not have this for the race. The benefit of the tubeless tire is that it is lighter and you can run it at lower tire pressure without going flat. My alternative was to put a tube in the tire; which I did. I also had brake issues with my front disc rubbing against the calipers. This would slow me down and I certainly didn’t need any handicap. I had to head do to the bike shop to get them to look at the hydraulic brakes and ended up replacing the pads. That was not all – I had big troubles getting in and out of my pedals (Crank Brothers Candy) and even with making adjustments to the cleats I could not get them to release. So I replaced the pedals with a new set of Crank Brother’s Egg Beaters which were much better. Lastly, I was having troubles shifting and needed to put a new cable on the bike. Luckily Adam had one and swapped it out easily.
The apartment looked like a bike shop. We had a stand in the doorway, four bikes, extra wheels, a big tool box (Andy brought it from Boulder). It is great to know how to do your own bike work as it saves a lot of money and time. We all had to make last minute adjustments and were fortunate to have all the required gear.
My nutrition plan was another story. Each of us were calculating our food and hydration requirements for race day and then going out to get last minute supplies. Adam brought a bunch of extra Spiz (a high calorie powder used to nourish cancer patients) in vanilla and chocolate which we would split up. The balance of my calories would be via GU packs (100 calories each). My plan was to make two 1000 calorie bottles, one for the start and one at the 60 mile stop and supplement the rest with GU. I need to take in about 350 calories per hour for a race like this and my plan was to have enough nutrition for 11 hours. I would drink water out of a Camelbak all the way. My plan was to start with a 70 oz pack and drop it before the big climb at 40 miles, grab another 70 oz for the climb and then get my original one refilled when I came back down the climb. For electrolytes I used Lava Salt capsules (250 mg each) and take two each hour.
The prerace dinner for me was spent working on my bike while the others went out for Italian food. They picked me up some penne with roasted chicken to go which I enjoyed around 8pm.
We hit the bed around 10p and our plan was to rise at 4a to get ready for a last minute pack and a 50 min ride for a 6:30 a start in Leadville. I was anxious trying to get to sleep with visions of my bike or body falling apart on the course. Luckily they faded in about 30 minutes and I was out.
I actually woke up sans alarm at 3:00 am and just laid there continuing my nightmare of the broken bike/body. 4:00am came quickly and I sprung out of bed like the rest of the others.
We quickly packed up our gear, ate some granola with milk, bagel with peanut butter, a banana and a bunch of water. We were out of there by 4:40a and all six packed into Andy’s Toyota Tundra pick up.
We got to the race site and met up with our support vehicle which would set up shop and provide us with supplies out at Twin Lakes just before the big ascent up the Columbine climb (@ mile 40). We got into our gear, on our bikes and headed to the start. It was already packed and every one had their bikes laid down in the position they wanted to start from. The start was broken out by estimated finishing time and riders had to use the honor system to place themselves into the right spot. We found spots between the 9-10 hour finish group, which was good.
At 6:30a sharp, the shotgun blasted and we headed down the center of Leadville on a 4% road descent. We were all lead by a pace car holding steady at 25 mph. There was no racing and we were all instructed to follow in our current place – no passing. The group was a bit edgy as we cruised along and we had several mass panic stops to avoid group crashes.
After three miles the pace car pulled off and the race started on a dirt road. We all packed in there and rode about a mile to let the field thin out. At this point we had descended 600 feet and were about to climb 1000’ up St Kevin’s. The pace was fairly subdued and I was riding without much discomfort. You could not pass anyone up the climb so it was just settle in and get focused. We passed over the climb and then the course got on to road which descended 800 feet. Here our speed would top out on the course at around 45 mph. Not bad on a MTB.
We would travel around a beautiful lake and then ride up again to the top of the Powerline climb heading the easier way. This climb was pretty straight forward and the packs of like ability racers began to form as the mass field spread out. I looked for numbers on bikes which corresponded to last year’s finish place and followed those that were in my time goal area. I had no problem hanging and figured they knew how to pace themselves to at least finish near to where they were the previous year.
On the Power line decent I was feeling great, managing the very technical downhill, avoiding deep ruts and bowling ball sized rocks peppering the trail. Just as I got comfortable my back tire flatted. I was so pissed because I only had one tube and none at the pit stop. I quickly changed it on the side of the trail as a hundred riders passed me. This could not be happening at such a key time in the race. I was done quickly in about 6 minutes, guessing at my correct tire pressure (30 lbs) and hoping it would hold for the rest of the race.
Negative thoughts faded after I completed the descent and got back on to the road. Here my adrenaline picked up as did my pace as I tried to ride my way back into position. I tried to get a group together on the road to ride as a pack but we could not get organized – even with me pulling. I felt good cranking along at around 25mph on flat roads while down on my forearms as if in triathlon aero bars. The hills were rolling for about 20 miles and it felt great. I blew through the first aid station at mile 25 and just after I saw a mass wreck with a guy that had blood all over his face. Not sure how that happened as it was flat and straight. Too bad.
I passed a lot of riders and worked my way up to some previously familiar faces. Heading into the main support area we had to ride down a short and steep embankment which took a sharp left turn at the bottom. I flew down and my front end washed out leaving me to lay down the bike still clipped in on my right foot, directly in front of about 100 people. Not my proudest moment. I did recover without fully going down which was my only saving grace. As I left, there was great applause and I would come to find out later that Andy did the same thing, but he went down. I felt better.
I headed into the pits as planned and picked up my new water and nutrition for the climb. I checked my tire pressure and it was spot on. Off I went to ascend the 3,500 foot 10 mile Columbine climb.
Columbine wasn’t as bad as everyone had told me. I was able to settle in and power my way up at around 145 HR. My goal was to be at the top in 1:45, which would be very doable and still have energy to finish strong. About half way up I saw Lance heading back down with Mike directly on his wheel. They were racing and both looked serious traveling at around 30 mph. We were on a single lane dirt road which we had to split with the riders going downhill. This got very hairy at times.
I had no issues going up Columbine. As we reached the top the road became all rocks and ruts and at 24% grade it was time to dismount and push. There was a line of riders ahead of me and even if I had the legs to ride it would have been impossible. We all lined up and ground out the tough section walking hard. You could see up the top of the course and there was a beautiful winding trail with riders in different colored jersey’s in small packs dotting the mountain side. Hope someone got pictures of this.
The altitude was setting in and you could feel the colder temperature at around 12,000 feet. Fortunately it was sunny and it actually felt really comfortable. I reached the summit and whipped around the top aid station not stopping for anything. I missed my goal by 5 minutes, but overall I was right back where I wanted to be.
The descent was awesome, but really worked your upper body and shoulders. I paced myself down safely and beat my next goal by 6 minutes to the pit stop. Here I changed water and added my second bottle of Spiz for the final 40 miles home.
The way back was harder as it was a net elevation gain and we had the wind in our face. There were two little climbs that seemed innocuous on the way out but had a line of bike pushers on the way up. I did ride one of them but the other was too steep.
I got back on to the road and picked up my pace again. This time there was no one around me to link up with. At mile 70 I was on track to finish below my goal but the body started to feel sore. I was diligent about refueling and was taking my electrolytes every hour. This would save me.
At mile 80 I hit the toughest section of the power line course again, but first I would have to try my skills through a water crossing. I failed and splashed down in the middle on my bike. I cleaned it earlier but this time it was slightly up hill and I had 50% of my energy. The cold water felt good, but the rocks underneath did not. I was wet but okay.
Up the hill I went and it immediately got steep and rutty. Two days before I cleaned the entire section but this time was different. All the riders were walking and there was nowhere to go. I managed to get a push up one good steep section by a guy but that just rammed me into a walker and I had to dismount. At the top of the first rise I remounted and began another 1,300 foot climb. This would be the toughest section on the course not only because of the steepness but the location and the technical aspects. You had about 18 inches of dirt between rocks to navigate safely. If you got out of that lane you were off your bike and had to push. I managed to clear the entire section to the top riding past some pushers at speeds as slow as 2 mph (almost tipping over). I felt relieved at the top because I had gotten over the tough part; I was headed down and was only 15 miles from the finish.
Not so fast, at that moment it started to rain. Ten minutes later it started to hail. I was climbing that long hills up St Kevin’s on the road and hail about the size of peas were pinging off of my helmet. It wasn’t that bad. I had on arm warmers and was pushing along pretty hard. Near the top it changed over to pouring cold rain and started to get dicey. I pulled over to put on a wind/rain jacked and started downhill. As I was navigating downhill through small rivers which formed within the ruts and rocks I felt like at any moment that a water covered rock would grab my bike and toss me. Even worse I would hit a rock and get another flat. I prayed for no flats and was quick but cautious down the hill. There was no one around me until the bottom and then I heard a bike come up on me fast. It was a woman around 30 with a sleeveless jersey on. I was blown away that a.) she was hammering faster than me and that b.) she wasn’t hypothermic. I followed her down to the flat section and lead her out for the ride up to the finish. We caught up to three others and flew down the roads to the final Broadway climb. We passed where Lance crashed and carefully navigated through he deep ruts to get to the big dirt road to town. I started to head up and at that moment I felt like someone hit me with a bat. I went from great to no gas in my tank almost instantly. My computer went dead at the top of the hill but I knew I was better than my goal so I didn’t completely kill myself to hang on to our pack. I took down a GU, had some water and put down what I had left to get over the line.
I crossed at 9:44 finishing 16 minutes under my goal. They stuck a medal around my neck and I sat there in disbelief. It was over. I looked around for Andy, who I knew was in front of me and couldn’t’ find him. So I went over to the finish tent and sat by the heater, had some hot soup and a wrap. It was great to be done. Adam came in at 10:50 and his brother Chris made it just under the 12 hr cutoff at 11:55 (he had three flats). By this time I was changed and had a couple of beers in me which brought me back to over 12,000 feet again. What a day!
Lance finished two minutes behind the winner Dave Weins and both of them broke the previous course record.
John Ragland Jr., Co-founder CT Challenge, August 2008



