Entering the Tweed Green I felt a great sense of
nostalgia upon seeing the rippling red of the Tweedlove flags, bringing back
happy memories of past events in this, the holy grail of Scottish mountain
biking valleys. Joining the registration queue I spotted some of the
usual Scottish Enduro faces and a fair few new ones. Listening to the
excitement in the voices of the varied accents surrounding me it was
obvious racers had journeyed from afar to claim their stake as the 'King and
Queen' and that the Tweedlove events have earned their distinguished place
in the UK race calendar. Despite the weathers forecast for rain in the
afternoon I, like most, had dressed in suitably unsuitable clothes for the kind
of 'drizzle that sticks.' Wearing flip flops and a hoodie I ran back to
my car for some socks and a waterproof and to prepare the Pivot for another
adventure. I still have a wave excitement every time I open the boot
of my car and see the beauty of the Pivot Mach 6 - that bike literally is sex
on legs… well wheels!
I reacquainted with Eleana Melton, the massively talented young lass who clocks stupid fast times, and after convincing her to hang on until the West side crew were ready to depart we headed off a bit later than expected like a set of puppies released out to play for the afternoon.
The King and Queen is an enduro like any other but it places a level of pressure on the competitors to complete the whole course in 4 hours and 15 minutes, EWS stylee. The target appeared a daunting prospect to many and checking my trusty Casio regularly I tried to provide my team with regular positive and reassuring updates as to whether or not we would return home within placed time constraint.
Our first stop for stages 1 and 2 was the top of Peebles Cademuir hill, a place that I had never even heard of prior to the event, and I made a mental note to take more time out during training to explore a bit more off the beaten track in future to expand my knowledge of this fantastic valley.
Rock strewn slalom on Stage 1 and the beautiful Pivot. |
Stage
2 was just as much fun, but really fast and covered in the much discussed 'greasy goodness'. Some gnarly
features for the more adventurous rider adorned the course, in particular a drop that I seemed to
waste about 30 minutes pondering over before deciding to leave for 'another day'.
Stage 3 started off in the famous Spooky Woods and then headed onto Brown Trout. It was a long stage with a lot of pedalling and great cornering. It was definitely going to be a lung buster that was for sure. I really enjoyed Brown Trout, another new delight, and was so happy to find yet another fun trail in the mecca that is Glentress.
Stage 4 consisted of the final stage used at the EWS, a long descent from the top of Glentress all the way down to Peebles. The start of it is so fast its literally a matter of holding on and hoping for the best. This doesn't last for long though as some tough climbs will send even the fittest of folk into a VO2 max.
Views of the valley |
Heading back to
the event village I witnessed a sunlit game of cricket with some peaceful
onlookers, quite a contrast from the vigorous and forceful rugby game that we
cycled past earlier, and also the children s football match where parents lined
the side of the pitch supporting their offspring. I'm sure someone
mentioned a duatholon happening too, the valley rarely sits idle.
A reflective spot to watch some cricket |
Race
Day
It
was a funny event to start on race day with a few people casually mentioning that I was 'the girl to win', and despite taking the compliment graciously I started
to feel the pressure and nerves building. Reverting back to the ideas of my
'effort goals' that to complete the course 'without a mechanical and to keep my
runs clean' I pulled myself together and resumed to being more than happy to just hang out
with some friends and have a good time
I
always feel so much better when I finish the first stage and after reassuring
myself to follow Andy Weir from Ridelines advice that I need to focus on my
breathing. I thought it all went fairly well, despite a wee off after clipping a
tree and a few too many dabs of the super grabby XT's, but I felt so much calmer with a run
bagged.
After
the push up/climb for Stage 2 sweat was dripping clean and
clear from my head. After composing myself and a cheeky mopping of my brow from
the exertion of this Indiana Jones moment I was able to relax and get ready to bag another
stage.
Stage
2 was the one that I wanted to get behind me. I had decided to let the red mist
decide if I would 'drop or not' on yesterdays nemesis. I wasn't feeling particularly smooth
until I entered a forest road transition and I heard Emma Guy shout 'lift your
eyes, lift your eyes" instantly I looked up and entered a new world of
vision and felt so much better - Thanks Emma!
The day carried on, with me and the gang supporting one another, catching up at the refuelling
station, feeling the heat of the sun that had burnt through the cloud, sharing
stories of our conquests and misdemeanors and keeping each other motivated and strong.
Stage
3 and 4 went well. I loved the Tweedlove fairy at the start of stage 3. I
even cleared some of the tables in Spooky woods and my love for the Pivot
quadrupled on the descent of Stage 4. Wow does that bike love to blast (I caught myself saying it aloud, 'this is really fast!!') as I became one and released the potential of
the Pivot.
Fellow rider checking out the fairy |
At the bottom of Stage 4 waiting for some friends to finish I
witnessed the most fantastic bale of the day, a fellow West Coast rider skidded
out at the dib station and caught one of the marshals who then ejected in a
lateral motion down the river bank, smiling thankfully the whole way, in what could have been a pretty nasty one.
After that it was back to the event village to find out I was sitting first with a 2 minute lead, and my friend Nicola Fell was coming behind me in 2nd! I spent most of the afternoon waiting for riders to return, and noticed Thom Mitchell doing the same, until Chris Ball arrived and claimed the throne with a hugely impressive time of 22.23. I then caught up with Andy Barlow who looked dry as a bone and mud free, apparently the trails were bone dry in the afternoon...Doh! Crawford Carrick Anderson came 2nd overall with another run tightly under the 23-minute line.
After that it was back to the event village to find out I was sitting first with a 2 minute lead, and my friend Nicola Fell was coming behind me in 2nd! I spent most of the afternoon waiting for riders to return, and noticed Thom Mitchell doing the same, until Chris Ball arrived and claimed the throne with a hugely impressive time of 22.23. I then caught up with Andy Barlow who looked dry as a bone and mud free, apparently the trails were bone dry in the afternoon...Doh! Crawford Carrick Anderson came 2nd overall with another run tightly under the 23-minute line.
Lots of families out and about getting involved |
So I was crowned as Mountain Bike Royalty alongside Chris Ball, the Director of EWS and a legend of Enduro really. I indulged in the customary spraying Proseco over the valley children who are becoming the Tweedlove Podium roadies. Thanks to Tweedlove for a fantastic event and if you fancy an enduro next year, this one is a great one on the calendar.
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Prosecco patter on the podium |
1st - Roslynn Newman, 2nd- Gill Davies, 3rd - Nicola Fell |
Lots of awesome prizes! |
I won some fantastic
prizes including my Endura shirt, a beautiful Tweed flat cap and an Osprey back pack, which is the best designed bag I have
ever encountered in my years of biking. These guys have thought of everything to cater for your
mountain bike needs; from an inbuilt fold out tool bag organiser, storage compartments
for snack bars, and water bottles, helmet carrier, and the easiest accessible
and refillable water holder. If you need a new backpack, check out Osprey.
Eleana Melton at Tweedlove |
Full Results can be found here.
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