Becoming Enduromum - Southern Enduro Series Round #1
Back in March, after a
particularly fun ride with Mike Fitzgerald (Dad of Scott Fitzgerald, founder of
Southern Enduro) and my mate Ben, it was jokingly suggested that I should enter
the Southern Enduro series. Denise (Mike’s wife, Scott’s Mum) told me what a
brilliant bunch of women had rode in the series and that I’d love it. I smiled
and said maybe, all the while thinking, really?! Me?! No, I’m not up to that!
However, like the seed of all challenging ideas it bedded in and started to
germinate. If Mike, Denise and Ben all thought I could do it, then maybe I
could after all? Wasn’t I looking for a challenge this summer? Wouldn’t it give
me the impetus to improve my riding and the chance to meet more riders and ride
in interesting places? Don’t I pride myself on looking fear in the face and
saying, you don’t scare me! So, a few weeks later I emailed Mike and said
‘you’re on! I’m up for the challenge!’. I didn’t look back for a second after
that.
Maybe I should tell you a
bit about myself. I’m a mum of two from Kent, UK. My kids are 14 and 11. Part
of my doubt over whether I could do this probably comes from the fact that for
the last 14 years I’ve pretty much just been a Mum-warrior for my kids’ health needs
(my eldest had life threatening allergies from birth and my youngest has
learning and physical difficulties resulting from a unique genetic mutation).
But that’s not the whole story, the reason why my love affair with mountain
biking has hit me so hard – it is my escape. When I’m riding I can’t think of
anything other than what’s in front of me and how I’m going to get past it,
over it, under it (pesky branches) or around it! I am more present in that
moment than I ever have been in any other. Clearly though, it hasn't always
been bikes; I grew up dinghy sailing and racing! Like every child, I mucked
around on bikes with my brother, building ramps and dragging each other on
skateboards etc. They were also my first taste of freedom – biking 5 miles down
the dirt track to sail my boat on my own at the age of 12 – but at this stage
it wasn't my passion.
Most people I ride with
seem to have grown up mountain biking and it’s given them innate skills and
abilities just like I have with sailing. My doubts arose largely from whether,
as an adult and a mum, I could overcome these hurdles and ride downhill well
enough to join in. Did I leave it too late in life to become any good? As a
mother, is my sense of self-preservation going to be too much to overcome? Going
uphill is fine – that just requires fitness, and has become something I
actually enjoy. Feel the burn, baby! Feel the burn!
Scott put me in touch with
Adel Tyson Bloor who rode in my category and we exchanged emails about what I
could expect from the racing and what I should do to prepare. Her calm
confidence reassured me that it was all rollable and the training I was doing
physically would deliver the fitness. However, as I’d only been mountain biking
seriously since the previous autumn I realised that I needed to get out there
and ride as much as possible. I enlisted my principle biking buddy, Ben, and
took every opportunity to ride in different places all the while continuing to
train and get as many hours on the bike as I could. I ride with a couple of
local groups – Biketart MTB group on alternate Saturdays and Kent Trails on
Thursday nights. The Biketart gang helped me with downhills and the Kent Trails
guys will forever be known to me as my 'secret weapons' for teaching me to
weave fast through our tight, twisty trails in Blean Woods. I still wasn’t
particularly fast downhill but my confidence was growing and my love of the
sport was exploding. I’d found something that made me fit, reminded me who I
was, provided a bunch of like-minded friends and made me feel like I was 14
again! What’s not to love?!
In April I joined the
Dames coaching day at Redhill Extreme near Forest of Dean. During the session I
met Katie who was also riding the Southern Enduro series and lives near
Okeford. My abiding memory is her saying ‘it’s bloody steep there!’. Right, OK,
steep! Yes, need to address some issues with that then as it's been one of my
mental blocks! After the day’s coaching
with Katy Curd and Phil Atwill I realised that regular coaching was going to
make a big difference and so I booked a 1:1 session with Katy and convinced my
friend, Fergus Walker (Trail Days MTB Coaching) to give me sessions locally in
Kent.
In the meantime, it was
dawning on me that having not worked for years, whilst my kids were young, I
wanted to get back to work and, if possible, work in the bike industry and
explore my new-found love of bike mechanics. Whilst sweating away on another
friend’s Wattbike a plan was hatched, what if I could combine it all? Training,
riding and work?! Having got to know the
team at Biketart I approached them with a suggestion that I would tell everyone
at Southern Enduro how amazing they are if they would give me some work
experience? Biketart is a great part of the Canterbury cycling community and a perfect
example of what a local bike shop should be, how hard would it be to shout
about them as I always do anyway? I was blown away when they came back to me
and said better than that, they’d help me with a new bike AND work experience!
My faithful 2014 Boardman Pro Full Suss which I’d bought second hand last year
would be retired and replaced with a lovely, new, spangly Juliana Roubion! It
felt (and still does) like all my Christmas’ had come at once. While riding
with the Biketart crew and chatting about my future in Enduro, they christened
me ‘Enduromum’!
Fast forward to June and
with Ben roped in to enjoy the fun and provide moral support, we arrived at
Okeford Hill Bike Park on a sunny Saturday morning. After driving through
Dorset we came to a massive hill. As a coastal Hampshire lass and we don’t do
hills, fair to say, Katie’s description was made reality! If the trails were in
the woods over there, it was going to be steep. The plan was to ride the trails
a few times on Saturday afternoon. Find our feet and then eat the customary
post biking burger before getting ready for the big day. As soon as we arrived
the Southern Enduro atmosphere enveloped us. Mike and Denise’s friendly welcome
relaxed me, followed by a welcome from Scott and a big grin before he carried
on organising. My apprehension was fading and I remembered my goal of simply
enjoying the experience and doing my best. The Roubion was still cruising the
Atlantic so it was just me and the trusty Boardman for this first event. As it
turned out, I was quite grateful to be throwing the old faithful down the side
of the steepest hill I’d ever seen, rather than my new baby!
We met the Okeford Bike
Park guys and bought uplift passes (Ben and I both enjoy climbing hills but we
thought we’d be decadent, save our legs and indulge in an uplift or five).
Stage 1 was open and was the gentlest (if that counts for much at Okeford!),
Stage 2 wasn’t open yet, Stages 3 and 4 were open but crazy steep so we decided
to leave those for a bit later on, once we’d got our trail eyes in.
After heavy rain
overnight, we all arrived early on Sunday morning for the briefing. Nerves were
showing amongst many riders and several had dropped out after practice. There
was just shy of 300 riders there and a really great bunch of gutsy MTB women,
just as Mike and Denise had promised. We practiced the newly opened Stage 2,
which I loved and then tackled the evil Stage 4 (strangely, this was my worst
and Ben’s best stage by the end of the day). I eventually got to the bottom and
informed Ben that I had “clearly forgotten how to ride my bike”, because that
had been horrendous! He reminded me that, no, I could ride my bike, just that
that we were riding the most technical downhill I’d ridden since we descended
Snowdon in March!
In what was later nicknamed
a ‘downduro’ because of its steepness, I found solace and time to reset while
pedalling back up for the next stage. It was a chance to drink water, munch a
flapjack, think about the stage ahead and natter to those who were walking up.
Years of dinghy racing had shown me the fun of all being in a competition
together but I can honestly say that nothing comes close to the camaraderie I
experienced in the Southern Enduro that day. Everyone recognised the spirit and
courage of each other in throwing ourselves down the stages. We were all in
this together, part of the amazing global MTB community. As Ben had helped me
get into mountain biking in the UK, I’d asked him to come to keep me company
and be part of my first race but I now have no doubt that I would have been
just fine on my own – that’s the magic of the Southern Enduro series.
To top it all, I came
third in my category and got to stand on the podium. Did it matter that there
were only three of us in the category? Not at all! I had ridden trails that I
never expected to and had loved every single minute of it! In my book we all deserved
to stand on a podium, wave our arms in the air and have our photos taken. I am
super proud that I faced my fears, embraced my dreams and proved that I can do
this! Bring on Round 2, I can’t wait to see my friends and push my boundaries
again.
This blog was first published on www.boundlessbetty.com https://www.boundlessbetty.com/becoming-enduromum/
This blog was first published on www.boundlessbetty.com https://www.boundlessbetty.com/becoming-enduromum/