Over the weekend, I went out for my first mountain bike race of the   season.  I figured that I would jump right into the season by doing a   little race called The Cohutta 100 in Ducktown, TN.  As the name   implies, this one is a hundred miler!  Awesome.
By reading the   course description, I was able to find out that the race was basically a   singletrack sandwich, with about 35 total miles of trails, divided   between the beginning and end of the race. The remainder of the race   would be on gravel fire roads in between.
My only real worry for   the day was the weather forecast. They were calling for an 80% chance   of thunderstorms all day, some of which could be severe.  We were told   at the start line that they may cut the race short due to weather, and   would let us know on the course.  Luckily the rain had stopped just in   time for the start, so we didn't have to stand around in the rain just   before the race.
Time to go!  The race started with a very fast   pavement climb on Highway 74, and I was giving it my all on the   singlespeed.  I couldn't quite go fast enough to keep up with the lead   group of 30 or so racers, and watched them slip away.  Crest the hill,   downhill for a bit, then turn into singletrack.  Stuck in a line, no   sense of trying to pass, there isn't anywhere to go.  I kept hoping for a   place to pass, but stuck for a while.  No big deal, I'll be able to   make it up later.  Managed to not hit the turtle that was stopped in the   middle of the trail.  Too bad most other people hit the little guy.
Pop   out onto a screaming fire road descent down to the river, along the   river for a while, back to the start, long climb up the mountain, wash,   rinse, repeat...   For most of the race, I was riding by myself, which I   am sure cost me some time.  About 30 miles in, I kinda zoned out, and   was taking it way too easy.  I finally got caught by a couple of  people,  and remembered that I was supposed to be racing.  Game on...
About   50 miles in, the rain started.  It had been quite windy for an hour or   so, and I was able to see storm clouds in the distance, but it seemed   that we were riding in a little pocket in the storm keeping us dry.    That was about to change.
About 50 miles into the race, after   about an hour of pretty intense wind, the sky finally opened up.  I had   been riding with glasses on, but for the most part it was impossible to   see while going about 30 mph on some of the fire road downhills, so I   thought that I would try to take them off for a bit.  I very quickly   realized that it was much better not being able to see because of fogged   up glasses, than having eyes full of mud and sand.  Thankfully, there   weren't too many obstacles in my way.
Rolling into checkpoint 4,   with a newly clean bike, I refilled my bottles, and headed out for   another long grind on some back roads.  There was a hard rain for about   an hour, and then it cleared up for the most part, which ended up being   bad in a way, because the bike started accumulating mud.  The last 10   miles or so of the race happened to be on some pretty fun and fast   singletrack, that really wasn't too bad as long as I was able to keep my   speed in check.
I was starting to get a bit hungry, and a  little  worried, as my garmin was telling me that I had 10 miles to go,  when  all of a sudden I popped out onto the road into the last stretch  through  the parking lot.  I guess all of the heavy tree cover really  does have  an affect on it...

A  great race, and I met my goal of 8 hours and 30 minutes, with a  finishing time of 8:17.  Looking forward to the next long race, a 6 hour  enduro version of On the Rocks at French Creek.