As the dust settles and the echoes of race day fade into memory, it's time to unravel the tale of the Rose City Rampage, a canvas painted with adrenaline, challenges, and moments of subtle triumph. Join me as I recount the highs, the lows, and the soul-stirring journey that unfolded on those 35 miles of winding gravel roads of south Georgia and north Florida.
The morning greeted us with a canvas of cool, crisp perfection—an ideal backdrop for the racing frenzy that awaited. As I checked my blood sugars, or bg's, and found them comfortably "in range," a wave of confidence washed over me. It's funny how something as seemingly mundane as blood glucose levels can become a silent ally, nudging me toward a mindset of readiness and assurance.
Amidst the pre-race buzz, I caught sight of Roger, the owner of the bike shop where our gravel adventure was set to begin: Hubs & Hops. His son, like me, battles Type One Diabetes, and Roger's attentive care always ensures my diabetes management is on point before hitting the pedals. It's moments like these that remind us of the camaraderie and support that permeate the cycling community—a family bound not just by passion but by empathy and understanding.
Nerves were not absent; instead, anxiety was replaced by a bubbling excitement to dive back into the rhythm of racing, especially in a setting that promised novelty and unpredictability. The unknown loomed large, both in terms of competition and personal performance, adding an extra layer of anticipation to the day's proceedings.
The Chainbusters race staff, with their warm smiles and helpful demeanor, made sure we were all set, from downloading the route to my Garmin bike computer to ensuring a smooth rolling start with a police escort that led us from Hubs & Hops to the starting line, a picturesque preamble to the gravel-laden odyssey that awaited. They even had a fuel station around the midpoint of the course where volunteers cheered and offered nutrition and hydration options.
And so, the journey began—a symphony of gravel roads, paved stretches, and the signature red clay roads that define the region's charm. Each pedal stroke was a dance between effort and exhilaration, with the Cannondale Topstone gravel bike beneath me proving to be a trusty steed. Looking back, I’m happy that I chose not to wear any arm or leg/knee warmers at the start, and simply sported my short sleeve kit from start to finish! Spring in the area can span all seasons in a short amount of time. Clad in my Picky Bar Ambassador kit, I wore their colors proudly, a reminder of the community and values that fueled my passion for athletics in the first place.
The race itself was a tapestry woven with both triumphs and challenges. The beauty of the course, with its scenic canopy roads and ever-changing landscapes, served as a soothing balm for the effort(s) it demanded. The weather, a benevolent ally, complemented the racing fervor, creating an atmosphere ripe for pushing limits and savoring moments of pure joy.
Yet, no race is without its hurdles. Aggressive back road drivers injected moments of tension, a stark contrast to the camaraderie shared among fellow racers. And amidst the adrenaline-fueled pace, I found myself battling slightly low blood sugar levels about 30 minutes into the race—a reminder of the delicate balance required in managing diabetes while chasing athletic endeavors.
But through it all, there was Nora, my steadfast support and cheering squad, capturing moments of determination and triumph through her lens. Her presence added an extra layer of motivation, a reminder of the unwavering support that fuels my racing pursuits.
As I crossed the finish line, a smile etched on my face, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that led me here. The Rose City Rampage wasn't just a race—it was a testament to resilience, a celebration of community, and a reminder that every pedal stroke carries a story of determination and passion.
So, here's to the highs, the lows, and the beautiful chaos of racing—a journey that continues to shape and inspire, one gravel road at a time. Until the next adventure beckons, keep pedaling, keep dreaming, and keep embracing the spirit of the ride.
Cheers to the road ahead, filled with endless possibilities and the echoes of gravel adventures past.