The second day of the MS 150 started at eight am rather than 8:30 like saturday. I signed on to the MS 150 as a member of the Cycling Spoken Here team, a local bike shop in Cary that my friend Ron works at. The CSH team was having a team photo that morning at 7:45 but as usual I was running late and missed the photo by a few minutes. Overall I was feeling decent about the ride Sunday but wasnt enthusiastic. I knew I could pull it off and would be fine once the ride started but getting going wasnt the easiest thing to do. I was able to catch up with Ron and Brad, who both did the 24 Hours of Booty with me, as well as Dave who did the Ride for the Roses last year with Ron and I. I had also met up with Dave the previous day but forgot to mention it. He headed out early in the ride Saturday and did the 100 mile ride at a pace of 18.8 mph. He said that he ended up having issues with his gut which slowed him down and he decided to do the 75 on Sunday.
Ron and Brad were heading out with the goal of completing the 100 mile option Sunday in under five hours while Dave and I were shooting for the 75 option. Dave decided to lead the paceline that Ron and I had ridden in, and Ron led, on Saturday. My goal was to hit the 75 miles as fast as I could using my heart monitor as the pace setter. On Saturday I never pushed into the my second zone of my monitor which was 60-80% of my heart rate. I started the race with Dave and his line as we headed out of town but when we got to the edge of town I said my goodbyes to Dave and started pushing the big gear. I jumped from pack to pack over the first 10 miles, grabbing the wheel of each line as i passed. Most lines were going slower than I wanted to go, or my heart rate showed I could do, so id move on to the next. Mainly I found myself pushed into the middle of the line and felt pretty uncomfterable with other experienced cyclists so close. I would find myself coasting up on the rider in front or dropping too far off the wheel. While it may or may not have been the case, I felt I was irritating those around me so would push on. Somewhere in that span I hit my max speed of the day which was 28 mph and passed quite a few cyclists in the meantime.
I finally caught a line that was going the speed I felt was good for me after that first 10 miles and we were moving at about 23-24 mph. The group was in side-by-side pacelines when one of the rides said we should start a chain, which was the first time id heard of this. Basically the left line would ride slower than the right side and the right leader would pass the left leader slide over and the process would repeat while the last rider in the left line would move behind the last rider on the right as he past. This let everyone pull the line equally as well as rest after their pulls. We started with the right at about 22-23 mph an the left at a mile per hour slower. Over @40 miles we gradually dropped it down to 19 on the left and 20 on the right. Point is that we were moving and passing groups one after another while keeping our teamwork going strong.
Now for the problems, as we were pushing that pace I could feel my right knee twinging more and more as we went. By the lunch rest stop, the halfway point, it was starting to really become a pain and I was having difficulty taking my pulls in the front but not to the point I was incapable. We stopped for about 10-15 minutes and then got the line going again. Initially we got right back into the chain and pushed back up to about a 22 mph avererage. Each rotation I was getting slower and even on the left resting side I was opening up a gap in the line. I held on to the pack for about 7 more miles even attempting to just hang onto the slow side while passing on moving to the right pulling line before my knee and my body tanked and i was popped off the back of the group at about 25 miles from the finish.
Because we had past so many riders I found myself in a no mans land between groups with only a single rider here and there. I was able to keep my speed up at around 19 mph but I was facing the wind alone for the first time on my own and it pushed me alternately slower and faster depending on the direction. Sometimes down to 15-16mph and others back up to 20mph. Turns became a nightmare because as any cyclist knows you tend to stand on a turn to push back to your pace and sit back down. Due to my knee I was incapable of standing and pedalling and trying to sit and pedal was just as painful getting back up to speed. Even normal pedaling was becoming a strain. After i was dropped I had to hit each of the two remaining rest stops to give my knee a break. It would stiffen up in that time and hurt as I got going again so the break wasnt always a blessing.
Over the final miles I was caught by two members of my main group of the ride that had been pushing so fast, somehow they had gotten behind me at a rest stop and I hadnt noticed. They recognized me and the two of them slowed down and pulled me to the last rest stop 7 miles from the finish. I was suffering pretty badly at that point so they were a god send. The last seven miles were rough as I was back in New Bern and catching stoplight after stoplight which meant stopping and starting which basically made me want to drop the bike because my knee was a searing pain by this point. Any smarter person would’ve quit but Ive never been accused of being smart. By the time I crossed the finish line I seriously considered the medical tent, but off the bike my knee was functional so basically it was the motion of pedaling that aggravated it.
In the end i finished the 75 miles with a saddle time of four hours and four minutes at an average speed of 18.7 mph and got back to the start/finish at 12:36. I really wanted to hit 12:30 but the lights and my knee kept me from it. The average mph was also a disappointment because at the halfway rest stop my average mph was over 20. In the end it was a pretty good finish as everything was better than I had performed before but I had set my internal goals a tad higher than I should have.
Ill be doing the MS 150 again next year and look forward to pushing the 100 mile route on at least one day. The event gives me a good idea of where i stand on being ready for the Livestrong Challenge. Ill finish but ill suffer. The bright spot is that i got 125 miles under my belt before my knee collapsed and Austin is only 100 miles, but unlike New Bern its one hill after another.