Racing Dust and Dreams – Luisa Keller at The Traka 200
Racing Dust and Dreams - Luisa Keller at
The Traka 200.
It was my first start in the elite field—and you could feel it from the gun. Fast, tight, elbows-out kind of racing. Five kilometers of neutral asphalt gave way to a narrow gravel path, and things got chaotic quick. Bars tangled, bodies bumped—but somehow, I came through unscathed. On the first climb, the group began to string out. The front row disappeared into the dust, and new packs began to form.
I had a solid nutrition plan—900 grams of carbs dialed in, mostly loaded in my hydration pack. But without clear visibility into how much I’d actually drunk, I ended up under-fueling by about 120 grams. Rookie mistake. Lesson learned: water in the pack, carbs in gels. Keep it simple.
By kilometer 125, I was still riding strong in a solid group. But then the wheels (figuratively) came off. The dreaded bonk hit hard. Suddenly, I was alone, legs heavy, mind slipping. Every pedal stroke became a battle. The terrain didn’t let up: steep climbs, loose gravel, baked-in ruts, creek crossings, technical downhills. With only 12% asphalt, there’s zero room to zone out. Stay sharp or kiss your race goodbye.