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24 heures annonces rencontre The Chequamegon Fat Tire Festival is a mountain bike festival that many consider to be the standard by which all cycling events are judged. It comes in two versions, the Short and Fat and what is simply known as the "40". I'd be racing the 40 with approximately 1,900 others.

my company The 40 miles are made up of super fast rolling double track and gravel roads. With this not being your typical mountain bike race different tactics need to be applied in order to have the best day possible on the bike. If I had to explain these tactics to some one who'd never done the race before I'd keep my explanation simple and tell them to race it as if they were in a road race. In past years I'd strayed from this plan and often left the security of fast moving groups of riders in an effort to "go it alone" thinking that I could go faster if I left one group in order to find another up ahead. This leap frogging from group to group seemed to leave me more than exhausted in the closing miles of the race when I needed precious energy the most. This year I told myself that I'd stay more conservative by nestling into the comfort of a fast moving group, at least until the monumental "Fire Tower climb".

moved here The Fire Tower hill is a multi level climb resembling steps. I believe there are 5 steps, with the final pitch being very steep and over loose rock. In order to stay mounted during this climb a rider must put their chin on the handle bar and focus, all the while hoping against hope that the rider in front of you is concentrating just as hard, because if he or she doesn't clean the climb you're not going to clean the climb. Passing this land mark means there are approximately 35 minutes left in the race, if nothing goes wrong.

http://jewelofmuscat.tv/pijibi/1833 With the infamous Fire Tower climb behind me I told myself that I would abandon any group I was with at that time and hit the last 10 miles as hard as I could with the hope that I could get to the finish in under 2.5 hours and in the top 100. A top 100 finish has eluded me for 7 years. Finishing among this crowd has been no easy feat for me. The Chequamegon attracts some the best cyclists from across the Midwest as well as the rest of the country. I wanted to gain entry into this club.

site de rencontre serieux 91 1.5 hours into the race I felt my strategy was working well. I had only gone super deep one time to close a gap that I had carelessly let form in front of me. I seemed to be handling the undulating terrain well as the climbs came and went without too much pain. My calculations told me that it was going to be close and I needed to stay on the gas if I wanted to reach these goals I had set for myself. The negative guy who lives in my head reared up at one point telling me that I'd never do it and that I should just lay off a bit, because it wasn't worth the hurt that I was now putting on myself. Quickly, I shook off the thought and told myself that I'd come too far and was too close to making the top 100 to give up now. I started marking riders out ahead of me, determined to get to their wheel and move past them. One by one I began to move through some of the riders I'd covered the earlier miles with, others I would never catch and I wished them well.

3 miles to go! Those 3 miles seemed like the longest 3 miles of my life, they just wouldn't end. Finally, I saw the familiar turn that put me up the final climb before the long descent into the finish. A glance to the gps told me that I was in front of my goal time and about to achieve a personal best!

I hit the stop button on the timer while it read 2:21, 4 minutes faster than my best time. I was happy to say the least, but I still didn't know my position. Amy and I searched for the timing tent and finally found it hidden back in the corner. I told one of the attendants my bib number and she punched it into her little machine. A slip of paper spit out toward me and I scanned it as fast as I could. There it was jumping off the page... http://atver-acis.lv/tyre/2249 97th Overall. A smile came across my face as I folded that slip of paper and shoved into my pocket. I was finally in the club!