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Friday, October 22, 2010

My LOTOJA 2010 Report

I know this event was over a month ago, and now I am finally getting it posted.  You have to understand that the concept of a blog was not even a thought in it's infancy, so we were lacking in pictures for this new adventure posting of a blog.  The daughter came up for her birthday and we "recreated" a couple of pictures.  As mentioned earlier, I will get better at pictures I promise.  Even this past weekend while in Park City with the daughter, her hubby, and the genius, I missed out on a great classic picture because I just wasn't thinking about things from a blog perspective.  Enough rambling for now, lets talk about the bike ride from Logan, UT to Jackson, WY, otherwise known as . . . .
LOTOJA!
(officially pronounced: low-too-juh)

LOTOJA is an event that we plan on before it's over.  Every year as soon as we get home, I request it off for the following year and now that I am actually riding this race, it has a whole new level of passion, fun, and adventure.

This is the trusty race bible with all the instructions and information the support crew needs.  It is full of details, maps, guidelines, elevations, time cut-offs etc.  One essential thing that needs to happen is that you attach your frame number to your bike and it needs to stay there for the entire ride.

this is my frame number, such a good number don't you think?  It took a minute to figure out how to attach it so it wouldn't flap in the wind for hours driving me to absolute distraction!  It was too tall/long to go around my seat post in a vertical position, so we ripped it in half and securely attached it to my saddle bag without letting the packing tape touch the bike.

Allow me to introduce you to Florence, my pal, my friend, my bike. . . .
Air in tires, water bottle, frame number securely attached, computers charged and reset,
fresh lube, nice and sparkling clean.  All ready to go. . .


The support crew in cars, follow the blue path, the bikes follow the red paths.  They meet the cyclists at "feed zones" to take care of essential needs,  you can drop off excess clothing or put clothing on, they also bring food, and moral support.  The support crew makes the ride fun by hooting and hollering encouragement as they pass by their rider.  They make the ride worth riding in many ways.  The one exception with the map, is after alpine, they follow the bikes instead of the "recommended" auto path. I like that because you get to see them drive by in Hoback Junction where there are several scenic pullouts and they can stop and wave at you as you ride by.


LOTOJA, is a bike ride that begins in Logan, Utah and ends in Teton Village, Jackson, Wyoming. We travel a total of 206 miles, cover three states, (Utah, Idaho, and Wyoming), climbing close to 8000 feet and three mountain passes, all in one day while having a great time! The most difficult part is after a full day of riding a bicycle, going over all those mountains, your mind keeps telling you that you will drop into Jackson, but this is not true, it's UP HILL! as I came to the last big hill, well it was actually a pretty small hill by comparison, I honestly didn't think I could do it, I didn't know if I even wanted to climb that hill, and honestly, at that moment in time, didn't care. My legs were hammered. I actually stopped at the bottom of said hill, and contemplated calling my trusty support crew to come and pick me up.  I remembered I had a  cold chug of chocolate milk waiting for me at the finish line, that had been in ice all day, telling myself in order to have my reward I must get up over that hill.  It wasn't working.  I then retrieved a little sandwich that I had been hauling in the pocket of my jersey since Montpelier. While eating my steamed roast beef and cheese sandwich, and debating my options about how to conquer the Hill, the roast beef must have done something to my brain cells, because after literally 10 minutes, I was once again peddling up the hill. The good news was that at the top we went down hill, ahhhh, that was a nice bonus.

This is my LOTOJA purchase for 2010!  A blanket that is so incredibly soft, fluffy and warm!  When I finish a long ride I usually get cold, very cold, (but, anyone who knows me, knows that I am always cold, I wear sweaters all summer long)  so it was the perfect purchase.  Something to snuggle up in while we drive to the hotel. and then home the following day.   It worked like a charm, except the genius kept trying to thug it from me, he liked it too. . . but I won in the end.

The 2010 water bottle
I purchased one of these water bottles for each of my support crew for memorabilia.  I colored the wheels of the bike on mine so the genius wouldn't try to claim mine for himself if he misplaced his.  I'm so smart sometimes I amaze even myself.  The color rubs off eventually so I just color it all over again, just like being in elementary school again, coloring with markers is fun.

Getting ready for this event is no small undertaking!  the amount of gear needed for just one day can be a little overwhelming.  The car was completely stuffed and this is all the things that I wore at different times throughout my big day.  Jersey, shorts, leggins, insulated leggins, helmet, sunglasses, wickie, headband (to keep my ears warm), shoes, gloves, full fingered gloves, arm warmers, insulated arm warmers, thermal jacket, booties, duffel bag, socks to match the jersey (it's very important to look good on the bike).  Everything is present and accounted for.  It was freezing the morning of the ride.  it had been raining all week long and the cold front was just leaving, it was only 34° when we left Logan at 7:04 am.  I hate being cold and so prepared diligently so I wouldn't freeze to death.  In the end I was grateful for the insulated leggins, jacket, arm-warmers and booties!

This is my amazing support crew!  The genius and I created the t-shirts just for this event.  They are so awesome, it was a splurge that was fun to do. Being one of the "re-created" photos, the friend is missing from this photo, and it was actually colder on this morning than it was the morning of the race.

The t-shirts were a hit, the kids loved them.  We did send one to the missionary for p-day attire so he could feel part of the action too.  My support crew was the best, completing this ride would have been impossible, and certainly not as much fun without them.

(SIDE NOTE:  We have a few extra shirts, if anyone is interested shoot me an e-mail using the link at the top of the page)

even the car gets to dress up for the race!

All bundled up, and ready to ride!

I'm so glad I purchased the booties, It was soooo cold that morning!

Computers reset and ready to go.  My brother thinks I'm crazy/weird for using two computers, but if one fails, I still have the second for data.  In this case it was a good thing, my cadence sensor for the Garmin quit working just the night before, so the Polar will keep me in check instead.  Kind of a bummer, I love my Garmin, it is my motivational speaker.  It sings at me when I quit pedaling fast enough, reminding me that I need to keep going.  I missed my motivational speaker that day, we have become such good friends throughout the summer.
(remember some pictures were re-created for the blog, we actually left at 6:47 am the morning of Sept. 11th.)
It was only 34° that morning as we left at 7:04 am. On a bike, that is COLD!

Some riders didn't prepare very well and were very under-dressed.  One woman in our group was so cold, with shivering and chattering teeth she couldn't even talk, while I felt bad for her, I was ever grateful I was warm and toasty. . . prepared to ride.  Overall it was a perfect weather for a ride, temps, wind, all of it.  Which explains why course records were broken and multiple PB's were obtained.  A great year for LOTOJA participants.

The boys eating an afternoon snack in Afton.

Alpine was next. . . the genius had been calculating with a fair amount of accuracy what time I would arrive at each feed zone, and informed me that I needed to average 16.2 mph to finish before dark.
With confidence at my side I rode away into Hoback Junction,
only 47 miles left to go. . .

In Alpine I chose to take my jacket with me because I knew it would get chilly as the evening progressed.  It was already 5:00 pm, and Jackson was only predicting a high of 68° that day.  But as I was going along, it was getting uncomfortably warm with it around my waist.  I cheered when I saw my support crew stopped at one of the pull-outs in Hoback Junction.  I untied my jacket and threw it off to the side.  It did get cold, but at that point I would not have stopped to put it on anyway.  I was about 18 miles from the finish and mentally struggling when two other cyclists came cruising along.  One of them invited me to catch onto their wheel and we would continue the trek.  I said I would try, but I was pretty hammered.  they slowed just a bit and allowed me to get my cadence and speed up to match theirs and off we went.  It was an absolute miracle and blessing that I was able to keep up with them, and at that point it didn't matter how cold it was I WAS NOT STOPPING FOR ANY REASON!!!  We did make it to Teton Village as the three of us sailed by several other riders,   when we arrived at the 5K sign, one of our little threesome was trying to calculate aloud how far that was.  3.1 miles I hollered, they were grateful for the translation. I was grateful I knew the answer.  That was only because of my new quest to learn to run and the triathlon I did earlier this summer had a 5K run, that is when I learned the translation in english.  It was just moments after this, that we spotted the finish line.  We knew we had made it! Only 3 more miles

The finish line from the support crew perspective.

The genius had predicted that I would arrive at 8:00, and when I came in at 7:45, 15 minutes early, they announced my name and the daughter was hollering, running and jumping down the side line.  It was an amazing moment, one that I hope not to forget.  Even today, I still tear up just thinking about that incredible moment of victory in my life.


It's blurry I know, but this is me . . . 
                                                I MADE IT TO JACKSON. . . .

This was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Be careful to notice that it is not dark yet!  I actually made it before dark, even with the stop at the bottom of the hill.
12 hours :39 minutes was my official time. 


Me and my support crew, we succeeded, and had a great time


the finishers all received a medal


ahhh, real shoes, they feel good!


The best reward. . . . chocolate milk made the whole ride worth doing. . . yum, yum, my favorite

Getting ready to leave Jackson, we are rested, well sort of rested, 206 miles is a long way on a bike, and I am ready for breakfast!  I cannot explain how hungry I was.  I ate a  1/4 lb. hamburger and criss-cut fries from Billy Burgers the previous night after my shower.  The 1/3 hamburger that I couldn't finish the night before we put in the fridge.  I ate the remains cold, without complaint, while everyone was getting ready to go.  I was more than happy to have it there.  By 8:30 am I was starving again.  When I say starving, I mean STARVING.  I then ate all remaining honeydew, and cantaloupe, the kids had cheese sticks left over from their trek and I finished them off too, then I found another chocolate milk and polished it off.

 We decided to go to "The Bunnery" for breakfast, by the time we ate at 9:45 I was famished again and ate a HUGE breakfast of Hash Browns, Eggs Benedict, a pancake, hot cocoa w/ whipping cream on top, and a generous helping of breakfast cake.  We then went and caught the last of the awards ceremony and by 1:30 I was ready to eat again.  I do not ever remember being so hungry.  This lasted for almost three days I simply couldn't get enough to eat.

Florence is safely attached to the car looking forward to the ride home, and so am I

The car gets to remain dressed up for the ride home too. . .

                                                                                           Until next year. . . . .



2 comments:

  1. Hello,
    I found your blog looking for LOTOJA accounts as I'm getting ready to ride it for the first time. I was so surprised to realize I know you. I was The Genius's Scoutmaster from 200 to 2002 before I moved away. I've often thought about you guys over the years. He really was my favorite Scout. Anyway, thanks for your accounts. It's good to see that you found Superman. Maybe we'll see you at LOTOJA. I'm doing it as a rider this year. Good luck.

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    1. Cheminant, it's a small world! I have been so busy and severely neglected the blog this past year and I apologize for not noticing your comment sooner. Hopefully you had a great LOTOJA 2014. I would love to hear how your ride went.

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