Yesterday was quite an emotional day for me. Every year, there’s a Bank van de Post Cycling Tour, which is a series of organised events for the amateur cyclist. There’s about 11 events every year, spread all over Belgium, where you can enlist yourself and join in. The idea is that you can choose between 3 (or in some cases, 4) distances and the entire track will be full with arrows which show you the way to go. There’s even police officers standing at important crossings to ensure safety. Furthermore, there’s as well points on the track where you can rest and stock up on food and drinks. So basically, it’s the advanced version of the Ronde van Leuven which I joined last year.
I made a point to myself that I wanted to join at least one of these events this year. Yesterday was the Ename Classic, which is the very first one of this season, and I decided to go for it. I subscribed a few weeks ago to further force myself to join, and was quite nervous beforehand. I looked up all the listed climbs on Google Maps, looked at them via Google Streetview and wanted to have a very good idea of what was laying ahead of me. I had chosen for the 80km track of the Ename Classic, containing 5 registered hills (including one of 800 meters with a maximum of 14%). Since the furthest I had ever driven on 1 go was about 45 kilometers on rather flat roads, I guess you can understand why I was not too hopeful on succeeding.
I prepared a bit for the event last week on two occasions. First of all, last sunday, I went on a bike ride to try to see how well I would be able to handle doing 80 kilometers. Well, that story ended very fast. After about 17km, I was going downhill and noticed that my back wheel was starting to slip. I immediately stopped to check out what was wrong, knowing very well that I was probably having a flat one. Unfortunately, I was right. I didn’t bring anything with me to repair nor replace the tube, so I was kinda stuck. I called my fiancée but since she’s starting her driver’s license next month, she couldn’t do much to help me. But I was lucky: a friendly guy who was watering his flowers outside, noticed me and asked if he could help. That help turned into him fixing my flat tire completely, while explaining me how to do it. I didn’t have too much of an idea about it at that point, since I had never done it before. We noticed a small nail stuck into the tire, which I probably picked up on a street where works were going on. So with his wonderful help, I was able to drive home again. The day after, I went to the bike store to buy new tubes and replaced the repaired one myself. This way, I had done it myself one time as well and it’s anyway better to drive with a normal tube instead of a repaired one. Never know, right?
The second thing I did to prepare was driving to work by bike. Nothing special you might think, since I’ve done that before already. But this time, I did it with a plan: try to do it while getting the least tired as possible. I wanted to force myself to drive on a heartbeat of around 125-130BPM, since I was going to have to do that during the Ename Classic. No use in driving too fast on the flat pieces and having to do the hills on foot, right? I succeeded on my plan and decided on the way back home to still drive around a bit in Leuven, to try out some of the hills we have here. And that went quite well. So all in all, I did about 72km that day with quite some hills at the end. Ok, there was about 8 hours of work in the middle, but at least it gave me a bit more confidence for the event.
So, yesterday was the big day. I was all nervous and couldn’t sleep well during the night, but I felt actually quite OK in the morning. The preparation I had during the last week gave me the needed confidence, even though I couldn’t even handle drinking a full glass of water in the morning. Yes, I was that nervous. But on the way to the event, the nerves started kicking in. I had about 20 minutes to drive still before I would arrive, but I already saw lots of cars with race bikes attached. I knew already a lot of people would join this event, but seeing it like this made me nervous. So much so, that when I arrived at the spot, I was even a bit scared to get prepared. Most of the guys I saw first got ready with their bike to go and pick up their stuff at the start, but I did it by foot, wearing a normal jacket and jeans. I just felt like I didn’t fit in. Ok, I lost about 23 kilo since I started driving bike, but I’m still quite a big guy. And all of these guys looked very well-trained. I felt a bit like the little fat kid at the local sportsclass.
So I picked everything up at the start and went back to my car to get ready. Luckily, that particular parking lot was already a lot more quiet by then, so I could get ready in peace and quietness. I attached my personal number to my steering wheel and went for it.
It didn’t take me long before I started to really enjoy the ride. Since a total of 5500 cycling enthusiasts entered this event, it’s needless to say that you’re never really alone on the road. So at times, I really felt like driving in a peloton. A peloton which was speeding past me, but hey! I learned a few valuable lessons during the ride. First of all, I didn’t fit in with most of these guys, but I wasn’t the total freak either. At some point, I even passed a guy who was standing outside of a bakery, eating a boule de Berlin. Ok, it was a funny sight, but I still have a lot of respect for the guy. Second, I learned to control my speed and heartbeat. The first climb went actually pretty good, but was a rather short one as well. Still, I didn’t have any issues getting over it, so I was happy. But about 1 kilometer further was another part which went uphill, which was a lot harder than the actual register hill. So I kinda cursed at that point, but hey, so be it. 🙂 But the most remarkable thing I saw there, was that I drove way too fast for my own good. Uphill parts were for me usually suffering to no end, trying to reach the top before I drop dead on my bike. This is the only way I knew how to do it, since I figured there’s no way I can do that stuff while still feeling remotely OK. Boy, was I wrong. During the entire ride, I got passed by big groups of guys driving a lot faster than me. But on that particular piece uphill, I suddenly started catching up again. And then I figured: wait. This isn’t right. If these guys drive so much faster than me on flat pieces, why the hell am I catching up with them on uphill pieces? It’s not like I have a better training, let alone a better condition than them. And then I looked at my speed and noticed I was actually going faster than on flat pieces. Right. That explains. So, I hit the gears and put them lower a notch or two. And that worked so much better. I was still very high in heartbeat and still suffering, but it was controlled. I didn’t have the feeling like I had to finish that part fast or I would drop dead.
Having learned this, I repeated this on every other uphill parts, and even managed to pass a guy or 2 on very steep passages (of about 14%). I’m not gonna brag here or anything, but I still felt very good. Just on the very last climb of the day, I had to get off the bike. After 68km, there was a piece of 9% at the end of a 1km hill (with an average of 4%) and the road was full with people standing at the side, not able to make it to the top. Ok, most guys still rode to the top, some even while sprinting, but when you’re suffering that much on the bike and your legs really don’t like your attitude towards them anymore, you take the safe way out. About 50m before the top, I clicked out of my pedals and stopped. I was afraid I would not make it to the top, not have the time nor force anymore to click out of my pedals and would lay their like an idiot on the road. I already didn’t really feel like fitting in, laying spread-eagled a few meters before the top wouldn’t have really helped that.
But, apart from that short forced-stop, I made it to the finish! And I can tell you, the feeling I had when I noticed I was getting close to the finish… I just can’t describe it. I was fighting on my bike to not tear up on the last kilometer, trying hard to not get too emotional. But it was hard. I mean, a year ago, I was doing 1-2 visits per week to a chiropractor for getting my knees fixed, half the time I couldn’t even walk decently cause of my knees, I weighted about 23 kilo more than I do now. And then finishing such an event, driving 80km through the so-called ‘Vlaamse Ardennen’ with that kind of hills in between. I couldn’t believe it. I must’ve still cried about 3-4 times that day, just cause I was so emotional and happy. And proud of myself. I managed it. Who would’ve known a year ago?