Wausau 24 was my very first endurance race and it’s very true that I am lucky to do it with the person I did. Originally, our team was a 24 hour 4 person Co-ed Jr. Team but, our boys got a little rowdy and hurt themselves. (Boys…smh). Anyways, after having searched for two teammates for a few hours Emily and I realized what we had.
We are two girls. We are fast. We love to race together.
So, ‘You’ve Been GIRL’D’ 12 hour ladies duo team was born. And let me tell you- that baby was born to win.
Friday morning, mom and I packed up and left around 8:00 a.m. for the Nine Mile Recreation Area. Grandma and Grandpa were going to drop off the camper for us at the race venue because we women still have no idea how to pull that mobile mansion. Both of our parties arrived around 12 noon and set up camp in the gravel lot.
After setting up camp, as mom and I were about to leave to go shopping, Cameron stopped by for a chat. I think he might have been a touch nervous for his 24 hour solo the next morning. Mom knew he would pull something crazy off in the next day- might as well call her a fortune teller because Cameron killed it. 22 11 mile laps in 24 hours at such a young age- you ought to kick Wiggins to the curb, Cam is coming in fast. He finally set off for another family to talk to allowing mom and I to go to Old Navy.
And that’s when I saw it..The House of Breadsticks…The Palace of Pasta…The Foyer of First Dates…Olive Garden. And so, we ate. We ate GOOD.
We head back to the camp with full bellies and race nerves that could put you in an insane asylum but, I was so excited to race. I haven’t raced since June 16th and yes- I had been counting the days. Though I had really wanted to race before this, I was glad I saved myself.
Liz and I were elected the starters of both our teams. She was on a 24 hour 4 ladies team with Moriah, Chris, and Rachel (they were so fast they passed in a blur). Not being a runner, I was wondering how I would be able to run a ¼ mile in bike shoes. Hell, I can’t run in regular shoes.
The run wasn’t too bad, Liz and I took it at a good pace and we got blocked up in the shoot anyway. We ran to our bikes and the race was on. Until we hit the single track, that is. Bikes were stalled waiting to get in there and we were just a train of two wheeled junkies trying to race. I think that every time I passed a guy, their confidence lowered just a tad as they knew they had been ‘GIRL’d’ by some 16 year old gal.
After an hour and 13 minutes, I was in the transition area and Emily took her turn. We did this awkward transition a few more times. By 9:30, we had both completed 5 laps and decided to call it quits right there. However, we weren’t really quitting rather finishing with our sweet dignity. I really like the course and enjoyed racing it. Emily and I completed 10 laps all together, 5 each and I was pretty damn proud of our little team. :’)
I started and finished the race and came in at 9:30 p.m. from my 5th lap. I keep telling myself I had one more in me but I knew I was far too cold and tired to go again. I crossed the line in socks, a dirty kit and a wool blanket wrapped around my shivering shoulders.
I think the walk back to the camper was the worst. After spending a day on the bike with 45 minutes of rest between each ride, I realized there was one component both Emily and I forgot. There are two sayings from the weekend that sum it up. Here they are:
“Friends don’t let friends forget Chamois Butt’r”
“And on the 8th day, God made Chamois Butt’r”
So we waddled. We collapsed on the ground and helped each other up. No matter how tired you are, a real friend will walk with you to your camper. After changing into sweats and jackets, the two of us headed back to the support station. I don’t really recall how it happened but, I woke up next to Emily under a quilt on the grass the next morning.
On Sunday afternoon, awards were held. Emily and I won our category and in lieu of our win, we received pink helmets and a gift card for Cane Creek. Then mom and I packed up and headed south. I don’t know when I really fell asleep but I do remember getting a Kids Meal in Stevens Point.
Once I got home, the cycle began again. Laundry, blog, repack. On Monday afternoon I headed up north yet again for a week in the U.P. with the grandparents, aunt, and uncle. It’s 10:30 p.m. and here I am sitting by the fire writing my blog. I wish I could stay here, in the U.P. So I will, for another week when I hitchhike to ***Copper Harbor*** with my parents. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!! 😀
But, one more thing…on Monday morning I had a meeting with Dave Schlabowske and Jessica Binder from the Bike Federation of Wisconsin. I am making things happen and y’all better keep your eyes and ears open because it’s gonna be good.
I would like to thank my mommy for being such great race support at Wausau. I would like to thank Reed G. for also being race support and a funny guy all weekend (even if he doesn’t like my excitement for having a picture of Andy Schlek on my jersey). I would like to thank the Bike Fed for helping me make things happen. And I would like the thank Michigan for being so damn beautiful.
See y’all at Ore to Shore!
Love, Hugs, Glitter, & Grease,