The day started bright and early at 6:00am. I agree with Lizzie, who wonders why all
athletic events force you to be up at the crack of dawn.
Quick shower to wake up, morning coffee and peanut butter (soy nut to be exact) and jelly on toast. Wes loaded up the bikes, and we were off to downtown San Jose to ride. We saw a handful of other cars with bike racks speeding down 280 trying to make it in time for the 7:30 start.
Parked the car unloaded the bikes and took some
pre race pictures of us sporting the Team
Zuber jersey designed by the contest winner
Inka! Here's the design, live on Wes' back:

And here's us sporting the the jerseys! (Forgive the lack of focus, it was on a timer...)

Got on the bikes and rode down to the festival and starting area. Bikers everywhere! Called Lizzie to find her. She was easy to spot in her pink jersey, unlike us blending in amongst a million pieces of yellow.
Bathroom break, then got in line for the start! I've never been in such a huge pack starting a bike ride. In triathlons, people trickle out of the transition area at their own pace, and when we did other rides (Cinderella and
Tierra Bella), I don't remember such a mass of people. Balloons everywhere, yellow everywhere, crowds everywhere. The streets we rode on in downtown were closed and it felt like bikers ruled the world!
As we got out of town, less roads we closed, but it was still neat to ride down busy streets with a pack of cyclists, that would usually never brave these roads because of the huge traffic. Police escorts everywhere giving us the right of way. It was pretty awesome.
Pretty flat riding for the first leg. When we passed through Los
Gatos, Russel and Alice came out to cheer us on, since they live on the route. They took some pics of us (will post later...don't have them yet) and then we were off.
Almost
immediately after that, we hit the first big hill. Shannon Road. It was bigger than hills we trained on, and as we started to climb, the amount of people actually riding their bikes dropped slowly as the climb increased. In my mind, I'm seeing everyone walking, telling myself I can't do it and I'll have to walk too. Then I told myself to just look down and keep pedaling. Again come the thoughts of walking, and again I challenge myself to keep pedaling. I did that for a while, and made it to the top! Once at the top, I took a rest to catch my breath, then held on for dear life as I screamed down that curvy road. Downhill is the worst part of a hill for me.
Feeling triumphant after the hill, I sped along. A couple rest stops came and went. More PB&J,
Gatorade, water, the works. Wes and I, Lizzie, and Brian were
cruising along.
In the last portion of the ride, came the last big hill. This hill was just as steep as the first one...but much much LONGER. It seemed to never end! There was a teaser hill right before it, so by the time the real hill started I was cursing under my breath cause I thought we were done with hills! But again, I told myself to keep pedaling. This hill kicked my butt though...at almost 1pm, in the heat of July...a never ending hill in East San Jose. I finally allowed myself to stop mid hill to catch my breath. I was going to walk, but I waited to catch my breath, then I got back on and pedaled it out to the bitter end. It was brutal.
Once the four of us made it to the top we took a victory picture!

Resting at the top we chatted with this guy who was a cancer survivor. It's amazing enough for a
healthy person to train their body to ride 50 miles, but to see someone whose body who has been ravished by the treatment of cancer, come back, and do this, it was truly inspiring. As we continued to ride we would continually see people with cancer survivor bibs on, as well as those riding in honor or in memory of someone. I was honored to be using the body God gave me to ride for Kevin. I hope he gets a kick out of his faces plastered on our sweaty backs ;).
Well after the last hill, we had one more rest stop. It was a hot one! I was getting a headache, so I went to the first aid guys and asked for some
advil. Little did I know I would be evading race
authorities after that. After I got the
advil, they came to me later, worried I might have heat stroke or something,
insisting that that I tell them when I leave so that a SAG vehicle could follow me. I tried to convince them I was
ok, but there was no convincing them. Finally Wes and I saw our moment, when they were busy, and we jetted off on our bikes. It was the last leg, and we wanted to ride it SAG free!
Cruising back in to downtown was not nearly as cool as when we left. The roads were all open, and there was TONS of traffic. People were cheering, but riding through hot, bumpy, downtown San Jose in traffic was no fun. We were glad to reach the yellow ballooned area and cross the finish line!
Here are some post race pics before we went off to enjoy our free pizza and beer!
