The “impossible route” mantra is about overcoming what you once thought was impossible. This is different for everyone, for some an impossible route is a volcano, for others it’s their first century (100-mile ride), and for some it’s simply riding that first mile. We set out to push ourselves to the breaking point and beyond with a goal of inspiring others to conquer their own personal “impossible route.”
I attempted this impossible route with my friend and professional mountain bike racer Jeremiah Bishop. It was a 7-day, 700-mile adventure through the heart of the Mojave Desert and Death Valley on rigid suspension gravel bikes (basically road bikes with bigger tires). We rode a well-known motorcycle course called the California Backcountry Discovery Route (CABDR), but nobody had ever attempted it on a bicycle before.
Jeremiah and I decided that we needed to finish each stage under our own support (customary in mountain bike stage racing), which meant carrying with us enough water and food to get from the start to the finish each day. Below I’ll dive into my WHOOP data and show how my body was affected by dehydration, lack of sleep, and massive efforts on the bike for 7 straight days.
You can check out the full film on my YouTube channel.
I came into the adventure a little under fit and heavy compared to my normal race fitness and weight. The thought was to prepare my body for major caloric deficits everyday and leave room for fatigue to build up. If I’d come in super lean and race fit, the first couple of days could have been fine, but by Day 5 or 6 I’m certain I would’ve cracked.
So, with a ton of pre-adventure nerves, I got less than 6 hours of sleep the night before we began. The travel day to get to the start also played a major role in kicking this off in the red (a 29% WHOOP recovery on Day 1). We had driven 14 hours to Yuma, AZ, and with the added stress of getting everything ready for the biggest week on the bike I’d ever done, I was wrecked.
It took us 10 hours of ride time to cover 117 miles of deep sand and steep climbs that day. I burned almost 7,000 calories, and there was no way I could bring that back in during the ride.
I ended the day with a 20.7 WHOOP strain (measured on a 0-21 scale) and felt like death. Luckily, Biju Thomas, the world’s best cycling chef, staged meals for us to help get back in the salts, fats, and calories we burned.
Waking up on Day 2 with a recovery score of 5% was a bit of a worrisome sign. I did actually get more sleep than I thought I would, but with so much strain the day before it was clearly not enough to properly recover. My resting heart rate (RHR) also jumped from 52 to 64 beats per minute!
I struggled to get moving, basically just putting one foot in front of the other. It was another 10 hours on the bike which saw us cover 132 miles, most of which included deep sand washes that made riding super difficult.
The day ended with an hour-long climb and we both ran out of food and water. We barely made it to the finish, and immediately rushed to hydrate and get food back in us so we could get to sleep as fast as possible. I needed some quality sleep to hopefully get my recovery back on track if I was going to have a chance to complete the next day.
I managed 7 hours of sleep, which was pretty good considering how late we got in the day before and how early we had to wake up. While my recovery was still in the red, at least it was moving in the right direction (up to 24%). My RHR was still extremely high though (63 bpm), but I hoped Day 3 would be an easy one.
Luckily my wishes were answered, and we had a blazing tailwind over a much easier course. I still felt like a sack of potatoes, but with “only” 5 hours on the bike and 70 miles to ride we ended with plenty of time to fuel, shower, and recover before the biggest and most challenging day of the trip.
Seeing my body bounce back into the green (74% recovery) prior to the hardest day of the adventure was huge for my morale. Although my total sleep wasn’t much better than previous nights, my time in REM (2:02) was significantly higher.
Day 4 was 125 miles that covered the most hostile terrain I’ve ever ridden. We went through the heart of Death Valley and right by the Ibex Dunes. I actually felt really good the whole day, which was key to even having a shot at finishing.
Sleep was still hard to come by, we got in late the day before and woke up early. But, I continued trending upwards in my WHOOP metrics. My recovery was 82%, and my RHR, heart rate variability (HRV) and respiratory rate were looking good.
Day 5 was spectacular. We had lots of road (a much welcomed “break” of smoother riding), we got to ride through scenic Titus Canyon, and both Jeremiah and myself were feeling great! However, the course was long (101 miles) and we had no ability to refuel, so we ended up needing to pull the plug early when we ran out of light, calories, and water.
Howling winds overnight made for some difficult rest, but I was able to sleep in a bit and catch up what I could. Being 6 days in and seeing my highest HRV (122 ms after having dipped as low as 29 ms on Day 2) of the trip was crazy. I knew there was an extremely tough ride coming, so having that 91% recovery in my pocket was a life saver.
We put in another 10-hour day on the bike (and 72 miles), with several moments where quitting felt like the only option. Somehow we pushed through and made it to the finish. With only one day left to go there was no stopping now!
With my largest amount of total sleep yet (7:29), I woke up on the last day to another green recovery. My RHR was back down to normal (44 bpm) and my body had seemingly adapted to this level of strain (a string of 20.6s and 20.7s) every day. I actually felt better on the final day of this journey than I had in weeks!
Amazingly we smashed the last stage, flying through the 8-hour ride and 91 miles with no issues. Jeremiah and I became the first people to complete the CABDR on bicycles.
We did it! It’s done! I was feeling a sense of euphoria like never before… Then…
I crashed in the parking lot of the finish line. I had ridden 701 miles over the hardest terrain in America only to break my femur in a Taco Bell parking lot.
Sooooo… Yeahhhh.
My recovery the next day was 27%, and it was almost two weeks before I got it back in the green.
Images via JPOVPhoto
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