Xterra Nationals has come and gone but the memory remains strong for me. Life seems to throw you challenges at a moment’s notice so I guess you need to learn how to roll with it or crash.
Dave and I arrived on Friday, September 23, 2011 and got in around noon. We headed to registration, got our goodies and had our race numbers put on. Gotta be careful with that wet paint on your arms while it’s drying or it will get all over your clothes if not careful!
I went and got a nice hair cut at the Paul Mitchell booth and met a really nice stylist there. Later on I learned that she was only 17 yrs old! We talked about children for some reason and how she felt pressured by her father to have them. I gave her my two cents about life and enjoying yourself before entering parenthood. She was so happy to hear my advice and thanked me.
We immediately got to our motel and were so time strapped. Dave got both bikes built in about 2hrs and we had just enough time to make it to the Night of Champions dinner. Let the stress begin! The night was awesome as usual. Dave went up to the stage area as he is an Xterra Ambassador. I was happy to win my 5th Regional Champion award. It’s such an honor for me. Each winner was given a cool maroon long sleeved shirt for recognition. We got home about 9:00am and finished up our race prep stuff and off to bed.
The alarm goes off at 4:30am and sleep was pretty lousy as I knew it would. Racing over the years has given me so much experience. I always make sure I get good sleep two-three days before a race. It really helps and you just don’t stress so much about it. Anxiety always creeps in and your head keeps thinking and going over things.
We head off to T-1 at 5:30ish and set up our gear. It’s dark and chilly and I was pretty cold. I did remember to bring my headlamp this year so I could see where I was going. The weeds seemed tall in the parking lot and I kinda chuckled to myself because the weeds were hitting my shins and almost to my knee. Shorty!
Everything looks good and we head off to Snowbasin and just walk over to get our T-2 set up. We even stopped and took a glance at Lance Armstrong’s shoes too as well as many others. Dave and I head in to use the bathroom and we sat on the sofa for a moment of peace. I closed my eyes and put my head on Dave’s shoulder and oddly enough, I sensed someone or something near us. I opened my eyes to see Lance Thatcher, one of my Melrad teammates taking a pic of us asleep! Very cute.
We took one of the first buses back to Pineview and it was nice and warm! We rechecked our gear and decided to go out for a warm up on our bikes. As we rode along, I started to notice that my brakes weren’t working well. We got back and Dave checked them and couldn’t fix it for me. It was time to get the wetsuits on and down to the swim start. So I literally had no rear brakes that were working and about 20% stopping power on my front. Here was when I just had to HTFU about it and worry when I got on my bike. I still had a swim to do.
SWIM: The water was warm for me and nice. It seems that I have been swimming in COLD water ever since the season started. I think Xterra Real was hovering in the low 50’s or less. Santa Cruz was cold too and lately, my master’s pool has been freezing. So upon entering the water and hearing it was around 65degrees, I was happy, happy. The start went fine and I was glad to not get swum over, kicked or hit as what usually happens. Even going around the buoys went well. I didn’t have time to think about the altitude and all since I had my bike problem. I finished the swim and headed up to my bike.
BIKE: Lucky we start on the flat road and then climb! My brakes, well, lack of them really had me worried during the climb in Wheeler Canyon. I kept pulling on the lever but it was just squishing into my handlebar grip. Focus Meiling….focus…I kept telling myself. I managed to slow down when I needed. Even unclipped on the hairpin turns. The downhill was very exciting to say the least. I wasn’t able to go as fast as I wanted but I made it and was thrilled. Dave knows my dh skills and I knew he’d be proud of me at the moment. As I was coming towards the bridge near the end of the bike portion, a guy in front of me suddenly stopped to let me by and so I went ahead and forgot how sharp the right turn was. Of course I put on my brakes and nothing so I kept going straight, crashing over and into the creek. I landed hard on my left hip and left arm onto some rocks. The pain sunk in so fast and I was so mad. I got up, climbed out of the creek, getting my shoe all wet.
Amazing how your focus just makes you more determined. I tried to check my leg because I was worried I had a wound but didn’t. Tough doing a body check while riding a bike. I got to the end and was happy to see T-2.
RUN: My hip was hurting me from the getgo and so I just slowly jogged out of T-2. The pain was there but I just kept going. Hoping it would just go away. I was proud to get through the moment and just did what I could. Of course I had to keep asking myself, “Why me?” but that served no purpose. My goal now was to just get to the finish line and take care of my injury afterwards. Of course it was a bummer to have women in my age group pass me on the run but there was nothing I could do. I was giving it my best at that moment. What more could I ask of myself?
The run towards the end seemed so long to me. I was elated to see Big Kahuna and the finish line a few hundred yards away. I walked around to get my HR back and just needed a quite moment to myself for a quick reflection of my “challenging” day. I met my challenge and defeated it. I am proud of that. It’s being able to deal with adversity that makes you a real champion.
I waited for Dave until he crossed the finish line before getting ice for my hip. I put the finisher’s medal over his head and he was pretty surprised about that. We enjoyed our lunch inside and relaxed and talked about our race day adventures.
A few days later in retrospect, I told Dave that I can now officially call myself “Bad-*ss.” If I was crazy enough to do a race like this without brakes I can call myself anything I want. Like my father would have told me as a young child when I fell down and hurt myself, he’d just tell me to deal with it. Daddy, I did just that and more! Next challenge…..Worlds!








