Hazaron khwahishain aisi...(Thousands of such desires)
From the 1000K, Team T3 Brevet - 22-25th March, 2013
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| Enroute to Sikri @235 km-Day1-@6 pm |
67th Hr – The Metamorphosis. The legs couldn't stop pushing the pedals,
even if they wanted to…their sole purpose of existence seemingly to just keep moving
on. It was 2 AM and Gurgaon was almost a 100 km away. That meant 90% of the
journey was over and I had been on the road for close to 3 days cycling the
highways and country roads; climbing small hills; fighting sleep and gushing adrenaline
all at the same time. The pain and patience thresholds had been redefined. What
was hurting yesterday, felt nothing today. The clock would often melt like a
Dali painting…was I hallucinating? I did see the Red Fort on my left and the Metro
crossing overhead. The white road divider was taking different shapes of snakes,
smoke and spirits.
I told Ashwani Attrish, “Let’s
stop” and we halted at a dhaba for a quick break. I ordered a cola and tea at
the same time, one for a sugar kick and the other for warmth. As I took turns
drinking them, Ashwani walked briskly from one end to the other to fight the cold
and keep awake…whatever worked. Just a while earlier, we had been talking about
everything mundane, and when we had gone quiet, all you could hear were the sound
of the pedals and the squeaking of my wheel. Then a police jeep drove up and halted next to us and the cops asked us to stop immediately from going any
further. It seems that we were entering the Mewat region, notorious for crime
and its export of top of the line criminals, while their lesser known brethren stayed
behind to make a livelihood from local activities. Upon our insistence on going
ahead, they decided it would be better for them if they weren't seen with us and drove off into the night. Now, all we could hope for was the hoodlums would not take our riding through the area as a breach of their terror-itory.
Meanwhile, the questions kept on
coming…where were the five of the seven riders besides the two of us? Had
someone already reached? Was everyone safe? Had someone dropped out? Where were
Satish, Sapeksh, Mann, Rakesh? Would Karthik make it in time, as he was riding
somewhere behind us?
14th Feb 2013 - I was limping back to cycling after a hiatus of 45 days. It
was a severe knee ligament inflammation caused due to an excessively mindless
run of 21 km. My last long ride had been the 500 km at the Desert 500. My only
aim now was to be able to walk straight and cycle again, nothing more. Or so I
thought… ideas have claws but dreams have wings and by the evening, I was
dreaming of riding the 1000 km Brevet scheduled for the 8th of March. How, I
didn't know, as every time I went out riding, the knee would complain. Another
day and time, I might not have bothered about any of it, but this was very
different. I was sceptical and scared, full of self doubt. I would avoid mentioning
the knee pain at home, as it would only flare tempers and the ire of my wife, Ritu,
and my 9 year old daughter. There were a few days remaining and I felt weak in
my knees (quite literally). I would bitch, post and tweet nonstop about the
knee. I needed a plan and I would have to go solo as I was too slow to ride
with anyone and anyway, I was not sure who from my riding buddies would be at
the event. I was adamant, and just a week before the ride, Ritu decided to join
me and started supporting me wholeheartedly. I know that she hardly slept
through the entire Brevet while I rode.
The Plan - I entered with three clear objectives.
First was knowing that I wouldn’t
be building any new muscles in the given time, my task was to not damage the
knee any further. I focused on power vs cadence balance to get an acceptable
speed without stressing the knee. I had to forget about 'stepping on it'
entirely.
Second was to be able to shed
as much weight as possible. I was 83 kg when I started and with some changes in
my eating pattern, I managed to lose 4 kg before the Brevet.
Third, there was little I
could do to my legs, so I shifted to strengthening the core, shoulder and back
muscles which helped during the ride to hold better. I finished riding the 1000
with no particularly aching body part, if you leave aside the sore butt.
14th Hr - Queen uncertainty. It was one of the flyovers short of Mathura.
Sapeksh and I were pace-lining perfectly. I gained some momentum on the
downhill and sped ahead. My meter was not working, but I knew I was fast. My mind
was constantly calculating, how much in how much time... how to beat the heat,
how to skip traffic, etc. till a hard thud broke my concentration. I had an
impact flat, and there was no one behind me. The impact not only damaged the
tyre, as I later realised, it also damaged the wheel for good. With a good 800
km still to go, the only way was to simply forget about the damage and pray
that it wouldn’t get worse.
20th Hr - The light and the dark side. We reached Bamanpur in good time. With
one third of the ride already over, an hour of sleep looked like a good
incentive, except there seemed to be no place to sleep. What were we expecting,
warm beds with covers? We pedalled on and were lucky to find one trucker dhaba
on the opposite side with some rickety cots. This was going to be the scenario for
the next 2 days and nights. Trucker dhabas, though very basic, would serve quick
chai and have cots to lie down. Anything more felt like a decadent luxury. The
only thing that could have been wished away were the blaring TV sets, but they
would have been a problem on another day, right now they hardly mattered. The
weather during the day was a killer with the meter showing 39-40 degrees, and there
was no choice but to ride through the day. I would stop every hour just to cool
the body down with water and seek some shade as it made little sense in letting
the engine run out of coolant.
54th Hr - What's there to eat? I guess that all scales change in such
rides. An estimated 20 litres of water was consumed per day, which I knew was
still less. I increased it close to 30 ltr on the last day and it was a life
saver. At the same time, there’s nothing like a proper meal and I would eat and
drink a little bit continuously. Gatorade, bars, nuts, chips, chocolates, chapatis,
dal, boiled eggs, chai, coffee, defizzed cold drinks, et all comprised the
menu.
46th Hr - Give
it as it comes! It was the second morning and the mind knew
that the body was being abused badly. The entire day was up ahead and we didn’t
seem to be in a hurry. We saw the resort, Highway King and looked at each other,
time to take a break for a fork and knife breakfast. They had super clean
washrooms and we made full use of that luxury. There was no hurry as we sat
down to enjoy some awesome omelettes and toasts with coffee. I think there were
newspapers too. Later that evening at another stop, we stopped to enjoy a
hearty conversation about cardamom coffee and its recipe with the local chef.
The mind had taken a turn...the same mind which had been egging me to rush through
and break some personal time records, was now at complete ease. I could feel
the breeze, look around at the scenery, converse with people, sip on the tea
with ease, smoke and spit. The mind was calm, it knew that the job will be done.
72nd Hr - Gone with the wind. You can never know what all a Brevet has in
store for you. The destination was 50 km away and I was in my home territory.
Suddenly, there came a storm with heavy cross winds. I didn't know which way to
look, the only way to move forward was to stand and hammer. By this time, the
butt was all sore and bruised. I started counting the bumps, then the trucks,
tried the cows and goats, the strokes and back strokes...these were the longest
miles and the shortest hours, and the most fun and exhilarating moments of the
1000 km journey. In fact I felt a bit sad that it was all coming to an end. I
messaged Ritu that I would be home by 0830.
The target did the trick. I was
near Lemon Tree hotel and there still were 3 minutes to spare. I slowed down,
left the handle bar and stretched my arms above my head. I thought about all my
co riders, marshals, dhabawalas and the cardamom coffee. I thought of Karthik,
hoping he was somewhere nearby and would finish the ride within time...which he
did with 20 min to spare. It was a 75 hr Gatorade
drenched, chocolate coloured, nicotine stained, mile-crunching 1000 km Brevet.
There is a lot to take away from such an event...and I don't think I'm in any
hurry.
-------The
Brass Tacks------
What is a Brevet? A
long distance self supported ride, where the rider is supposed to live off the
road. It gives one an opportunity to interact with locals, eat different kinds
of food, sleep on a variety of beds (or no beds). Its time bound, but relaxed
enough to enjoy the sights, sounds and smells. The official Brevets can come in
the distances of 200, 300, 400, 600, 1000 and 1200 km.
Preparing for a 1000 km Brevet. It’s strongly advised to have done few of the longer distance
brevets with overnight hauls. It’s also important to be in complete sync with
your bike and gear. A properly fitted and working bike would make the
experience enjoyable. It’s also critical to be able to carry out basic bike
repair like fixing flats and cut tires, broken chain and drive train
adjustments.
On the Bike. I added a handlebar bag
(for food reserves), top tube bag (to quickly draw bars and put back), a saddle
bag (with 2 new tubes, toolkit and backup money) and 2 bottle cages (one for
sports drink mix and another for plain water). The back pocket had a waterproof
wallet and phone.
In the bag on the Marshal
vehicle - Sleeping bag (just in case I met them in the night), change of clothes,
more food supplies, spare tyre and more tubes.
Pre ride. Few days prior to the ride, accumulate sleep hours, hydrate well and ensure your body is in a fit condition. With a troubling knee, I had to train my mind and body to not cross the trauma threshold. Each one to his own style, but for me a meditative state of mind worked better than getting aggressive and competitive. Knowing that I am neither high on adrenaline, nor on physique, I had to think differently. In the few training rides prior to the Brevet, I worked on changing my riding style from aggressive to very conservative.
The Ride
Day 1 (covered 405 km) - Rode with Sapeksh
and met Rakesh many a times enroute. The day was hot but constant hydrating and
resting saved us from any complication. We utilised the mornings and late hours
rather well and crossed Hodal (sugar cane juice), Vrindavan (Grapes), Mathura
(3 egg burgers), Agra (first bottle of Thumbs up and a mad traffic jam), Sikri
& Bharatpur (come and go), Sikandra (the lone dhaba to sleep) and Dausa
(the lovely town) before crossing the 24 hr mark.
Day 2 (covered 250 km) - Reached Jaipur, after fixing my second flat, and bugged by a 55 km long soft
yet constant gradient. Lost precious hrs in waiting at a time station
confusion. Worse (but unavoidable) started at ~2:30 in the afternoon for
Kishangarh (Aaloo Paratha at McDonalds, courtesy Rajat) and reached sharp at
20:00. Started back with Ashwani and rode all night with an hour of nap (at
Duddu) and a nice B/F short of Jaipur.
Day 3 (covered 300
km) - Crossed Jaipur, with a super fast tunnel section and searing temperatures
to reach Sikandra. The ride was hot but fast. We took a longish break at
Sikandra and soon after at a dhaba, so as to let the heat ebb. We must have had
at least 25 litres of water to keep dehydration away. The ride from here to
Ajmer was on a lovely rolling terrain. We were joined by Karthik here and
during this section, my left knee developed a sudden injury like pain. Now both
the engines were misfiring with noises and swearing. With the last time station
done at Alwar, the three of us stopped at a 5 star dhaba of a Mr Saini, who went
out of his way and managed eggs and rice from the market. We napped here till
12, fought with Karthik’s tyre for another hour and left eventually, informing
the Marshals, as we found it impossible to fix on our own. This was the 3rd
overnight ride but the company made a lot of difference, making it more
interesting and fun I guess.
Day 4 (covered 55 km in 3
hours) - It was the final frontier, but heavy unsporting winds just added to the
push needed (loads of it). I finished the 1000 km Brevet at 0830 with 36 min to
spare.
Post ride. It was nice that I
finished the ride without any kind of pain or stiffness (except the sore butt).
It took nearly a day to recover the sleep and another 2-3 days for the body to
regain regular strength.. Both the knees did need tending to, which they
deserved.The post ride diet was high on Proteins (loads of eggs and Chana etc),
carbs+sugar (potato, rice, sweet fruits), with as many as 8 small meals in a
day for the first 2-3 days. This helped in quicker recovery and avoiding prolonged
post ride stress/shock based injuries.
