Day 6: Meribel to Megeve
Distance: 138km
Elevation: 3600m
Calories: 4052
Strava
Elevation profile
So, my friend started experiencing GI issues the prior day. The same type of GI issues the pros deal with where you spend the entire night going back and forth to the bathroom because your gut is basically like: "no mas." Apparently it's very common with endurance athletes and professional cyclists. It's a result of riding too hard or not getting sufficient hydration (and riding too hard) so your body diverts blood away from the intestines. It's a very unpleasant thing to deal with. Talking to others, it seems like this was a common issue affecting quite a few people at the event.
Anyway, the reason I bring that up is cause he looked like death at the start line of day 6. He was in 5th place at that point. Being a bigger guy, being 5th at this event is just mind blowing. I was finally riding into somewhat acceptable form so I wanted to make sure I could help if possible.
We started the day with another neutral descent. I lined up two rows back behind the car...well...I was in the second group cause I'm slow so I had to filter through the group in the first few minutes to get to two rows up (like first 10 riders). Directly behind the car was tolerable and I was able to snap some photos and chit chat with my friend. Behind...I'm sure it was chaos.
Start of timed section
The first climb (Notre Dame du Pre) was a "small climb" at just under 10km long. I was feeling pretty good and ended up averaging 290w for 41 minutes. Heart rate was pretty supressed and only averaged 144 bpm. I was able to see my friend up the road before I crested the top so I ripped down the descent as quickly as I could to catch up to him. As I was going down, I had to be a little assertive and tell people to GTFO of my way since they were going fast enough that it would be dangerous to pass them but slowing me down at the same time. About a third of the way down I managed to catch up to my friend and then had him draft me on the way down. At this point, I was on domestique duty to minimize time loss.
We had about 15k of false flat to deal with after the descent. We ended up having two other guys with us, one of them being a fellow American. Through this section, I tried to do most of the work on the front. The other American helped out as much as he could but the other guy was mostly dead weight and we eventually dropped him. I dug pretty deep on the false flat section since I knew it'd be the most benefit for my friend to not lose time here and I was pretty sure I was going to pop before the climb. Despite that, I ended up getting a top 10 on Strava for the false flat section, so my efforts weren't futile.
Avg power through the false flat section was 260w for 25 minutes.
The climb, the Bourg, was a longer one at 20k. I was able to ride the climb for a bit with my friend but he was able to hold a higher power at this point and I settled back into my old target of 245w for long climbs. That was uncomfortable at this point given the work I had done. Somewhere in the middle of the climb I was thinking of my friend's situation and an overwhelming sense of sadness took me over. I know what it feels like to dedicate your free time to be quick for an event but I've never managed to do something quite like what he did and for it all to go to shit because of a GI issue...it just sucked. At the rest stop, we exchanged some words, hugged and then forged on.
End of first timed section
Another descent and then another climb that was approximately 12k (next timed section to the finish). This one we rode together at slightly faster pace than the last but for Joe, it was fully cracked pace. We spent 52 minutes on the climb and I tried my best to cheer him up. All he wanted to do was for the day to be over. On the descent, we had to deal with some nut job that was kinda descending faster than us but only because he was riding in the opposite lane and chopping wheels. Plus, it began to slightly rain so we wanted him out of our hair as quickly as possible. Easier said than done when the descent is timed.
After the descent, we had a 10K false flat TT to deal with. This section was probably the hardest I've ever dug on a bike to try to minimize time losses. I was pretty much on empty at this point and Joe had nothing left. Despite it being just the two of us and one sketchy freeloader, I recall being in the top 10 for the day on Strava for this segment. Normalized power was around 290 for close to 20 minutes. It was brutal, but also for the first time during the event, I felt like I had purpose and not just meandering around as a weakling. I was able to do something that day that helped a friend, and that was a great feeling.
Post ride, I immediately checked into the hotel since it was next to the village and showered. This was the best hotel of the trip. It had air conditioning and was modernly decored. The room was spacious as well. I messaged my newly acquired friends from Finland/Belgium and met up for beers in the hotel bar. We headed to the briefing as per usual then got dinner together. I remember the French lady giving my friend shit for not speaking French and his response was "I could order in Finnish if you'd like but it's not going to get us very far...will it?"