{"id":1411,"date":"2025-09-26T02:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-09-25T20:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.iceman.com\/?p=1411"},"modified":"2025-09-08T22:15:01","modified_gmt":"2025-09-08T16:15:01","slug":"my-secret-training-weapon-a-nemesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.iceman.com\/index.php\/2025\/09\/26\/my-secret-training-weapon-a-nemesis\/","title":{"rendered":"My secret (training) weapon: A nemesis"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

By Kandace Chapple<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My training that second year I did Iceman was better than any other. It was because I\u2019d found the perfect training weapon: A nemesis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It all started a when I met and rode a few times with a guy we\u2019ll call \u201cJake.\u201d Sure, I liked him well enough when we met. We were about the same speed and skill and had the same working schedule, so we found that we could ride together (this proved handy for me, as I fear the woods, dark and bears). And while we had strictly different tastes in music, I let it go, for a new biking friend was hard to come by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But it wasn\u2019t until later, riding neck-n-neck in the Iceman, that I grew to like him well enough to declare war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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At the Iceman start line last year, we nodded coolly to each other and ate our Gu, looking about all-friendly-like. I could see by his casually crafted stance that it was time to get down to business<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In the crush of the start, I lost sight of him. I didn\u2019t know if he was ahead of me or behind me. I started biking hard, worried, tense. Then, at the first road crossing, my husband Tim let me know Jake was ahead of me – but not by much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This, surprisingly, gave me the advantage<\/em>. I found my pace, I conserved, I schemed. I spent the race creeping up and picking spots to sprint, keeping him out of sight but within reach. (Translation: I told myself if I ever saw him again, I would pass him going wide open.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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As the race wore on, my plan came together with just a few miles to go. To my shock, there on the hill before me, sat his yellow jersey creeping up a hill. I\u2019d spent the race preparing for this moment. He, on the other hand, had spent the race in an all-out effort, not knowing if I was close or too close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I looked at my odometer. Yes, two miles to go. Could I maintain a sprint for that long? Possibly. Could I resist passing him now that he was in my sights? Not a chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I came up beside him, making the pass, I greeted him with a jovial, \u201cWhy, there<\/em> you are!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This, friends, was the wrong thing to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was like putting him in turbo mode. While he was bathed in sweat and busting every vein in his neck, he found, with those four little words, unturned superhuman strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The race, after 2 hours and 45 minutes was on.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I crested the hill ahead of him and took off, only to have him shoot past me on the downhill, his fear of death slightly less than his fear of losing. On the next hill, I caught him and outclimbed him again, much to my delight and his horror. I was feeling very, very kindly at this point. We\u2019re all just friends here, right? No hurry to get ahead of one another, as long as I was in front. <\/em>But the top of the hill turned the game again and ripped past me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This went on for several treacherous miles, up and down, passed and chased. We could hear the crowd of the finish line screaming in the distance. We were pushing and praying, each hill harder than the last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Then, in the final stretch, he took off, gaining the lead – and never looked back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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17 seconds. 17. <\/em>This is all he beat me by after 3 hours of torture. 17.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And while there was plenty of ribbing at the finish line, the unspoken hung in the air: Next year, there would be blood.<\/em> And I had, without even realizing it, found my secret training weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I urge you to also find someone who is about your speed, skill and temperament to train with. It helps too if they aren\u2019t totally annoying. To have a perfect training partner\/nemesis, there are some conditions that must be met:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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  1. They must not be your gender and\/or your age.<\/strong>\u00a0By this I mean, find someone who isn\u2019t\u00a0directly <\/em>competing with you. This person may be in the opposite gender, may be 10 years older or 10 years younger, but definitely not in your exact class or age group in the race. This makes the competition \u201cjust for fun.\u201d Kinda.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  2. They must not be your spouse.<\/strong>\u00a0They can be someone else\u2019s spouse, but definitely not yours. This means all outings are completely free of laundry that is folded but sitting in the basket for the third day in a row.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  3. They must be your speed.<\/strong>\u00a0Too slow and you will feel all showy when you tear by. Too fast and you will start thinking of a stick in their spokes.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  4. They must never ride more miles than you in any two consecutive weeks.\u00a0<\/strong>They will prove quite useful to you in this way. The couch won\u2019t be nearly as tempting when you see their bike strapped to the back of their truck headed for the trail.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  5. They must be out to beat you.<\/strong>\u00a0This makes a trail ride go much faster, keeps you guessing and also, because of #3, means they will only succeed every other time, thereby keeping their goal of beatubg you firmly out of reach and, therefore, your training on target.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  6. They must want it as bad as you do.<\/strong>\u00a0Will they post their ride to social media later in the day? Maybe. Will you? Of course. There\u2019s posturing and name calling and threats. Again, more of the good stuff I told you about.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  7. Loser buys beer at the end.<\/strong> (as pictured)<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n\n\n\n
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    These are just a few tips for keeping your training honest this year. There\u2019s no better way to push your limits than to have yourself some friendly yet fierce<\/em> competition with a nemesis. And with the Iceman less than 2 months away, things are starting to get heated. No one is going out on the trail without someone else taking note. Who will win this year? It\u2019ll be down to seconds, I\u2019m afraid, if you do this right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    Kandace Chapple is a writer and wrangles Michigan Girl, a women\u2019s membership group that gathers to hike, bike and otherwise get out under that Michigan sky. She can be reached at <\/em>kandace@michgirl.com<\/u><\/em><\/a>. Join her Facebook group for women at <\/em>Michigan Girl Bike (& Hike!) Group.<\/u><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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