Well, I guess it’s time…
Earlier this season, it was time for Team Colin to do the full marathon distance in a Substance Projects XC Marathon race, so I did it. 50k at the H2i. Here’s the link: Homage to Ice.
Then it was time for Team Colin to do the full Paris to Ancaster distance, so I did it. 70k at P2A. Here’s the link: Paris to Ancaster.
Then, since I did those two races, I figured it was time for Team Colin to do two more marathon distance races in the the XC Marathon, so I did. 70k at the LSC (here’s the link: Long Sock Classic), and 74k at the Humbler (here’s the link: Northumberland Humbler).
All of those races went fairly well (and by fairly well I mean to say that I didn’t die), so I figured it was time for Team Colin to do the full Singletrack Classic, and I did. 44k. Here’s the link: Singletrack Classic.
But I never thought it was time for Team Colin to do the 24 Hours of Summer Solstice. It has never been my thing:
- It was too much time away from my family
- It just seemed too big and busy of a race
- I wasn’t ready to do it solo (and figured I’d only be able to ride a few laps if I was on a team)
- Really, nobody ever asked me
You see, while I have a bunch of riding friends and people that I ride with on a regular basis (hey John, love ya buddy), I don’t have a formal MTB squad. You know, a group of regular riders who send weekly texts saying “Dude, where are we riding this weekend?”.
Anyway, I just wasn’t interested in doing the race, and I didn’t think it was time.
But the universe thought it was time, and the universe spoke to me loud and clear.
Here’s what happened. We’re going to travel back in time 6 days. I hope I don’t wake up on a planet of apes. Or worse, a planet with a pumpkin-faced idiot in charge of a launch button…
Saturday, June 18, 2017. Scarborough Ontario, My Bed, 5:38AM
I woke up early and couldn’t fall asleep. It was about 5:30, and while I was tossing and turning, and replaying favourite rides (what, don’t you do that too) I started thinking about Chico Racing’s 24 Hours of Summer Solstice race. The race had never even appeared on my radar in the past, and I don’t know why it did at 5:38 on a Saturday morning when I should have been sawing giant logs, but I started to think that it was time to start wondering about considering pondering the possibility of whether I should perhaps try to look into exploring the idea that maybe I should think about doing the race year next year. Or the year after.
Honestly, I don’t know what sparked the idea, but it stuck. I started thinking that maybe it’d be fun, or maybe I’d do it solo like Riot on Racing does, or maybe someday I’d be in a cool MTB squad and get a text that said “Dude, let’s do the 24 Hour”…
I fell back asleep and snagged an extra half hour of much needed beauty sleep, while visions of the race–and the sweet blog post that I’d be able to write if I ever did it–pedaled by…
And then things got a bit weird. I woke up at 8:00, stumbled out of bed, and waited for my knees to start bending while I walked downstairs to eat. By the 9th step I stopped walking like a drunken baby, but that wasn’t the weird part.
The weird part happened after my morning constitutional. “Constitutional” is a classy way to say I peed. You know, because I’m classy that way.
I checked my phone. It was Saturday morning and I was waiting for my MTB squad to text… I’m kidding. No squad.
A few Facebook notifications and Instagram whatevers, some work email to ignore, and a message on the Team Colin Yahoo mail account. “Who is contacting me on the Team Colin Yahoo account?” I thought. “Nobody ever uses the Team Colin Yahoo account…”
Well, My buddy, Geoff Simpson contacts me on the Team Colin Yahoo account (actually this was his first time, but you get the idea). Geoff does the King Weekly Series with me. He’s a boss rider, and a cool guy.
Get to the weird point Colin…
Okay, here it is. Geoff’s message said “Dude, let’s ride this weekend”… No it didn’t. I’m not in his squad.
Geoff’s message was better. Geoff’s message said
“I know it is short notice, but are you available next weekend? We are looking for an extra rider for our 24 hour team. I know it is exam report card time and short notice but just wondering if you are interested?”
WOHOO. Team Colin has a MTB squad. Okay, not yet. Breathe Team Colin, he hasn’t asked you to be on his squad, he only asked about the 24 Hour.
So I stopped doing my happy dance and replied to his message. It was a good thing I stopped dancing. My kids were already up, and the sight of daddy doing the happy dance in his underwear, with morning hair, and still numb knees wasn’t pretty. Sorry kids. Daddy is lame. Click on that link.
My response to Geoff was a resounding YES–although in the coolest and most blase way (I didn’t want to sound too eager, lest he dismiss me from his squad without a chance). You see, I don’ t know much, but I know this: when the universe speaks, Team Colin listens.
So, on Saturday, June 25, I’m doing the 24 Hours of Summer Solstice, because there is no way I am going to pass up on the chance to be epic.
And I know something else too. If you’re going to be, JUST BE EPIC.
And that’s what I’m going to do. Just. Be. Epic.
- I’m looking forward to the community and camaraderie
- I’m looking forward to my first kick at night riding, alone, in the woods (okay, I’m not)
- I’m looking forward to being scared in the woods (what, I’m delicate and things that go bump–or worse scratch–in the night give me the willies)
- I’m looking forward to connecting with the billion riders who I usually meet at races
- I’m looking forward to playing bikes, along with a few thousand other bike minded people for 24 hours of awesome, solstice-cracking, awesome-being, cycling goodness
- I’m looking forward to the challenge, and the fun, and the whatever
- I’m looking forward to pedaling waaaaaay out of my comfort zone
Like I said, I don’t know what to expect, but I expect to be surprised, and if I’ve realized anything on this biking journey, I’ve realized that when you listen to the universe, things always work out in the best of ways.
24 Hours of Summer Solstice, here I come–be gentle with me.
Oh, and to the guys on Billy Biker and the Kickstands, I’m sorry for, well, me. Whatever Geoff said about me to get you to agree to have me on your team is probably a lie. I’ll do my best, but no promises.
24 Hours of BOOM.
PS. I don’t know where the Team Colin Support Vehicle (okay, it’s just my family RV with the letters “TEAM COLIN” on the rear bumper) will be parked, but if you see me, say hi. There are ALWAYS popsicles (and sometimes freezies) in the freezer. For the 24 Hour, there might even be Revelos and ice cream bars. Team Colin loves iced treats.
UPDATE (Friday night). I’m at a birthday party for my daughter. She wanted beef burritos from Taco Bell. Her twelve tween guests weren’t fans. To make a long story short, I will have 20 beef burritos in the Team Colin Support Vehicle as well. I’ll be campsite # something, in the Rustling Brook Campground. I’ll update the Team Colin Facebook page when I land.