2016 was the inaugural year of the Golden Giddyup. You can read more about how it was founded on their website; they tell the story much better than I can. I had decided not to do this race months ago when registration opened. Then, a handful of days prior to the race, I met up with a friend who was not able to do the race due to a knee injury. I figured she had already transferred her entry to some other person, but it turns out, it was still available. When she asked if I wanted it, I checked my calendar and found the day to be wide open. I had no excuse not to do the race and hated to see the entry go to waste.
Transferring the registration into my name proved to be a bit of a challenge. While the registration page indicated that all you had to do was click a button and follow the instructions, it didn’t work for us. After several attempts, we decided to contact race organizers for help. Even with their intervention, I never received any confirmation emails indicating that the transfer had been successful. I finally gave up and crossed my fingers that my name would be on someone’s list when I went to pick up my race plate late in the afternoon of Saturday, September 17th.
After all the effort that we’d put into transferring the race entry, I was somewhat surprised that my name was, in fact, on the racer’s list at packet pickup. The bigger surprise, however, was my race number. Yep, I was lucky number 420. After collecting my number and what few goodies remained so late in the day, I found a place to sit and wait for the “mandatory riders meeting”.
The meeting essentially covered rules and reiterated several times that if you come upon an injured person, you should stop to offer help. It seems like a no-brainer to me, but apparently it’s happened, hence the reminder. The other message that was stressed was that passing riders have the right of way. What that means is by the time a racer hears the words “on your left”, her time has already been beaten by the passing racer who started 20 or 30 seconds behind her.
The next morning I arrived at the start line at 7:15 AM – one hour before my scheduled race time. As the announcers began calling up waves, I became confused. It turns out I wasn’t the only one. The announcers were calling wave numbers that no one had ever heard of. For instance, my wave was number 38, but they were calling out something similar to “the fourth wave of the classic category.” I brought it to their attention after several waves had departed. They regrouped and started calling out the waves by the series of plate numbers included in that wave (even better), and everyone was happy again.
Unlike a traditional enduro race, this race had timed downhill and uphill stages. The entry that had been transferred to me was a Giddyup Lite – North Table entry – meaning that I would race only the North Table Mountain leg of the race. The race route had two timed climbing and two timed descending stages. I’ve ridden on North Table Mountain more times than I can count, which was a significant contributing factor in my decision to do a last minute race. Knowing the terrain so well, I was a little nervous about how crowded it would be in the timed stages, even though the organizers were releasing racers every 20 seconds on the uphill stages and every 30 seconds on the downhill portions. Much to my surprise, however, the timed release of racers really did wonders to ease trail congestion. I passed and was passed without any incidents; racers seemed to be respectful of the rules.
I’m proud to have finished the race 5th overall considering the injuries I had in June & July and their recovery time. Sure, I’ve been riding as much as I can, but I haven’t been training for races. I’m grateful to Linda for making my participation in the race possible. I hope we can race it together next year!
One of the mantras of the race organizers was to “shape what you shred” – as seen on the pictured race plate above. I can’t emphasize how much I appreciated that this was a core philosophy of the organizers. I’ve been mountain biking in Jefferson County for five years and not once had I ever participated in a trail maintenance effort, until this year and for this race. I found the experience to be so rewarding that I regret not doing it sooner. I’ll be suggesting that this be an activity of every team/group that I’m involved with going forward. Overall, I’d say everyone involved in this race was a winner, especially the trails!
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