Long race report incoming!
Belgian Waffle Ride Arizona was this past weekend, ~100 miles through the hills of NE Phoenix / Scottsdale area. I did this race for the first time back in 2024 and kinda sucked at it. It was mostly a sufferfest and I finished 36% behind the winner just outside the top 100. I don't like finishing races without actually racing them. So I knew I needed another shot.
This course is somewhat unique in the gravel scene because it's a lot of NOT gravel. Miles 9-25 & 42-55 are through OHV areas with tech-y single track, huge moto woops, and banked turns filled with sand. Miles 33-42 and all the dirt from 62-100 are MTB single track with twisty sandy trails and some rocky climbs. And for nearly every bit of dirt, there is the chance to end up in some cactus or cholla if you screw up - more on this later.
My race started ok this year. The course had a mostly-flat 8mile asphalt run to the first choke point. I had the power in my legs to stay in the lead pack, only needing to do 300w for a minute here and there. We were moving, averaging 25mph with a few rollers. But "easy" riding means that everyone else can do it too. Everyone swarmed and I got to the first dirt with over 50 other dudes. The choke point was a sharp left up a steep dirt hill with a huge rut in it. A few riders ate shit and everyone behind had to walk. Ugh.
Everything kicked off there. Once back on my bike, I pushed hard to find a faster group. I ended up setting my 2nd-best 15min (264w), 45min (238w), & 90min (219w) powers starting right from that choke point. And this was through moto riding area. It's not like you can pedal every bit of off-road terrain. So it's kinda nuts the on/off punchy nature of the riding averaged to be that powerful. But that definitely took its toll. My legs started to tighten up, my saddle started feeling way too high, and my low back started to hurt. Around mile 20 I decided that I would stop and lower my saddle at my first aid station. It's stupid to make mid-race changes like this... but it's also stupid to just hope that my back wouldn't hurt more with 3/4th of the race still to go. I stopped at mile 25, got 2 bottles and an ice pack from my swanny, and lowered the saddle ~5mm. And immediately my back felt better. Holy crap was that the right call.
Clean speedsuit - no salt stains yet.
From there I pushed on to the high point of the course. I had a small group to work with, but that quickly dwindled to just one other guy. We both dodged a 6ft brown and tan snake in the road. During the race I feared it was an oddly docile rattlesnake. I later learned the head was too small so it was prob a gopher snake. Then he dropped me just before the dirt. I caught another small group for the dirt descent and let 2 others lead. The guy in front ended up on his head around mile 35. Around mile 38, I caught up to a guy with a piece of cholla stuck in his face and through his ear. Ya, I could literally see a cholla spike sticking completely through his left ear. Around mile 40, the lead woman passed me - making up 10min from their wave start. Damn she is fast. At mile 42, I got to my 2nd aid station and picked up another 2 bottles and another ice pack.
So about those ice packs. This race was fucking hot. Here's the temperature graph from my computer. The cyclist trick for ice is to put a fist-sized amount into a pantyhose and tie it shut. Then the rider shoves that into their jersey, usually down the back. Holy fuck does it feel amazing. The ice melts down your whole back, takes the edge off the heat, and absolutely gives you more power. The grocery store the night before didn't sell pantyhose - but we found cheesecloth and it worked well.
I got another bottle at mile 55 and pushed on. But the asphalt climb at mile 65 is where the heat started to get to me. The guy I was riding with ran out of water and fell back. The remnants of water in my bottle were hot and I didnt have enough to share. My right inner thigh gave me one massive cramp. The short rocky climbs after that were brutal AF. Sadly, I had to turn off race mode and went into survival mode to make it to mile 77 for the last aid and more fluid. Thankfully my endurance pace is faster than it used to be. But it still felt shitty in so many ways to "give up" for a little bit.
Saguaros are so cool. If it has arms, it's probably over 100yrs old.
I got 2 more bottles and the last of my ice at mile 77 and turned it back up a little bit. The 2nd to last climb had fucking logs across the trail to control erosion and TONS of rocks! So annoying! But the last climb was smooth, a steady 3-4%, and only 6mi / 28min. By that point, my position in the race had been sealed for over an hour. It was a little hard to find motivation to push hard. I just put the legs in tempo mode and motored up. Then the last 7 miles was 27min of glorious MTB descent - maybe the funnest part of the entire course!
Check the salt stains on my shoulders in this pic.
I finished the race in 6:40:55, 26% behind the winner. I was 4th in age group (M40-44) and 53rd overall (Men). I missed the age group podium by 18min. My goals were top 50, within 20% of the winner, and maybe a podium. 20min faster would have succeeded at all of those. But honestly, Im not entirely unhappy with this result. Given the heat, things could have been so much worse. My prev two races were cold by comparison. I did just fine here with no heat training. For the men, there were 69 DNFs of 217 starters. That's a 32% DNF rate which is absolutely absurd. Crashes, mechanicals, heat issues, and cholla took so many people out of this race. I'm not sure if I'll be back, lol.
Next race is MidSouth in Stillwater, OK in 2 weeks. It's another 100mi gravel race, but over rolling clay hills this time. There is no time for training between now and then - recover this week and taper next week! Even more pros will be at that race.
Other numbers -
NP: 196w
Avg HR: 156bpm
Calories used: 4369 Cal
Calories consume: 2200 Cal
Fluid ingested: 4.5L
Sweat loss: 5.2L
Btw this is a cholla (pronounced choy-ya)