I was told, “you have to do well on the road section to win Grinduro.” The theory goes that if you are dropped from the speedy peloton, you lose enough time riding solo (2-3 minutes) that it is nearly impossible to make up for it on the other sections. If this statement holds true, it makes racing a mountain bike a risk because 'fast pavement' and 'mountain bikes' just don't go together.
My season was coming to an end, and I could sense some mental fatigue setting in. Leading up to race day I was feeling a bit unfocused and unmotivated. “Maybe I’ll take it easy Saturday and ride for fun,” I thought. After all, there is no better race to do just that than at Grinduro. It was the drive along Highway 70 that got me in the zone I was searching for, and I decided to go for it. Unlike all my other races this season, there were no major butterflies standing at the start line. Actually, I wasn’t near the front row because the start isn’t a critical component of this unique format. The first segment begins 5 miles into the ride, and at that point, the riders are generally broken up.
I was glad I had a couple other very strong women around me for Segment 1 because they provided extra motivation to dig deep up the 1.2-mile climb. This is by far the most painful segment. IT HURT SO BAD. I’m not sure what hurt more, my lungs or my legs, but it was a true battle of heart versus mind. I had one moment of nearly giving up, but quickly remembered how hard I’d worked all season. “This is exactly what you worked for, Lindsay,” my inner voice shouted.
“Giving up here is not an option. You will regret it.”
I gave it my all up that climb. I collapsed at the top, my chest and legs were burning for several minutes after, but I was so happy to be done with that segment.