A Debrief – L’Ariegeoise XXL

Ariegeoise XXL

This was my first overseas event of the year, and basically, it was pretty ace.

As mentioned in my ‘preview’ here, L’Ariegeoise seems to be almost totally unknown in the UK, and the reason why is beyond me. Just like its big brothers such as La Marmotte and Maratona, all the usual paraphanalia such as fully stocked feed stations, moto safety riders, post ride meal etc are provided; this is one of the few events that makes it onto the UCI calendar after all.

How did it go? I hear you ask? You didn’t ask? Oh well, tough, you’re going to find out anyway….



The before 

To get to the start town and pick up all our crap (bib numbers and whatnot) we had to leave ridiculously early, like 5.30am. So all the kit was ready to go the night before, the breakfast was half made, the stash of bars, gels and other teeth melting provisions were laid out like an armoury. As I started to ready for bed, the most brutal thunderstorm (the preceeding days had been c.32 degrees and so a storm had been long brewing) I’ve ever experienced unleashed its wrath, putting the fear of god into me to be frank. I lay there praying it would all get it out of its system before the morning.

Following a 4.15 alarm and stagger to the shower, a vat of coffee and Hors Categorie bucket of porridge, fruit and peanut butter to match the cols to be faced later were semi reluctantly quaffed. The essential jam – peanut butter – banana sandwich was readied for eating en route in the van and the box of chocolate covered coffee beans was stashed safely in my bag. This combo is fast becoming my ‘transfer to big ride’ meal of choice. It served me excellently at Tour of Wessex, and worked a treat today.

Long story, but we arrived at the start town late, and in my rush to get my shit together and get to my start pen for 8am, I managed to have one of those terrible super slow motion cleat engagement fails and subsequent uber embarrassing tumbles that you hope no-one sees. Having tried to get into the pedals on a steep little hill at the car park and being put off my balance by a rider breezing all too closely past me, the fall from grace was shameful. Thankfully no bike damage (obviously, the first thing to be checked), but a lightly bloodied elbow. Fantastic. What a start.

The start

Despite my massive rush to meet the 8am time for the Ariegeoise XXL riders, I missed it by about 10 minutes. I either had to wait til half past for the next route’s start time, or set off solo. I begrudgingly and grumplily set off alone.

Cue an hour of me riding out into the unknown, doing my best to follow the (generally excellent) signage, repeatedly telling myself to ‘remain calm, don’t blow your bollocks this early trying to catch up, just make sure you beat the broom wagon’. I managed to take a wrong turn at one point at a slightly oddly signed junction, putting me another 5 minutes behind and increasing my anxiety about getting timed out. It took all the discipline I could muster to just ride at wattage that I knew would give me good progress, but remain at an ‘all day’ effort.

My relief at seeing another rider from my route on the horizon, and catching and overtaking the broom wagon was immense.’Just stay in front of this, and I’ll be fine. I’ll gain time on the climbs’ became my mantra. For all of about 5 minutes that is.

All of a sudden, the next wave of riders, taking on the ‘montagnole’ a 110km ride cutting out both major climbs, descended upon me. I shit you not, but a peleton of about 100 riders can flying past me at about 50kph. It was made up of what seemed to be all the local club riders, and they were expertly martialled into their own bunches within the peloton, just like a pro race. This was clearly being seen as the local road race of the weekend, and this ridiculous start to a Gran Fondo is pretty common in Europe. I thankfully managed to get into the wheels, and was sucked along for a good 30 minutes or so. Whilst this did great things for bringing me back closer to my fellow XXL riders, it was madness, really like a road race. I was almost knuckle to knuckle in the peloton, which was careering through  narrow villages and around road furniture like it was a closed highway, with team mates shouting at each other and it generally being a bit boisterous. Keeping in the wheels around the torturous accelerations through junctions etc was tough, but well worth the dips into the red.

Eventually these guys peeled off to take on their route, by which point I was at the back of the XXL riders. To be honest, I was pretty relieved when the routes split and the peloton vanished; now I was in the field I wanted to be in, there was space to ride, and I could settle into the rhythm.

The middle

The defining point of the route profile was the Col de Pailheres, a monster topping out at 2001m. For some reason I’d got really nervous about it in the week prior. I was determined to not do my typical ‘oooh it’s a climb I’m really excited’ big push at the bottom, leading to me inevitably flagging at the top, and set my pace to a power that I knew I could sustain on a climb that I was estimating would be over 75 minutes. For the first few kms it was great to be riding within myself, but still steadily working through the pack, not being passed at any point.

pailIn Simon Warren’s great piece on the Pailheres in his Climbs of the Tour de France book, he gets very excited about it being a hairpin heaven, and once towards the top half, it really was. Banks of stacked 180 degree bends unreltentingly came at us, and it was a fantastic climb. Always changing, keeping you guessing, keeping you moving in and out of the saddle. The top half averaged 8-9% at a guess, and this type of gradient always seems to really work for me. The only thing holding me back was working through the other guys who were struggling and taking up the width of the, at times, very narrow (maybe 10ft?) farm road.

The only let down of the climb was that you could see NOTHING. As soon as you climbed to over about 800m, you were enshrouded in heavy mists meaning visibility was about 100m max, and that you were slowly but surely getting soaked through. Whilst riding into the cloud covered peaks can feel quite epic, it does always leave you wishing you could see the world around you! The weather made me feel very pleased with myself that I’d opted for a gabba jersey for the day. Although I was sweating like a pig down in the valleys, I was dry, and, obviously, warm. I knew from past experience that if my core starts to get wet and cold, it would be game over, prompting the donning of the trusty wetsuit-cum-jersey.

The top of the col was fucking freezing, probably about 6 degrees. Thankfully, I’d paced myself well and so was in a good state at the top, capable of kitting up and starting the cold and sketchy descent as soon as I could. The way down on greasy roads, in extremely limited visibility, was hairy to say the least, and brought back unpleasant memories of similar descents off other HC climbs like the Bonette and Tourmalet in similar conditions, so a steady and safe descent followed.

The end

beilleThroughout the ride, I kept fuelling well, making sure I drank loads, and ate more than I probably needed . I was conscious in my mind that bonking and then having to get up the Platuea De Beille would be a horrendous experience, so went for the ‘more is more’ approach.

As the final ascent of the brutish Beille approached, the nerves started jangling. It was made all the worse by a section of rolling a difficult road in the 10km prior, that seemed never to end and slowly sapped the energy. Determined to keep calm ad keep up my thus far successful pacing strategy, I was patient and steady, and eventually I was in Cabannes, the start of the climb.

A final nervous re-fill of the bidons, and off I went.

75 minutes later, it was done. Again, the top 2/3 or so of the climb were done enshrouded in mist and wetness. The lack of visibility almost made the climb easier; when I rode it previously, my main memories were the endless long, straight and steep ramps that crushed your spirit, and the similarly mojo crushing way in which you can see the plateau itself with around 5km still to ride, making progress feel torturous. I made it to the top and felt surprisingly ok. My eating and pacing had worked perfectly and I almost felt that I should have given it more. Whilst I by no means pootled along the ride (and am pleased to say that I was never dropped on a climb, always gaining positions), I came back down the climb wondering what could have been…..


So, all in all, a good day out. I was approaching it more as training for Haute Route and Marmotte, and I gained a lot from it.It seems to have only taken me about 7 years of riding to learn how to pace myself. I’m a quick learner.

The event organisation and surrounding admin and bits and bobs were fantastic. The Ariege is an amazing, and relatively unknown area to ride in, and this is an event well worth its UCI status. I thoroughly encourage you to give it a go. Just be prepared for some very big, and at times, unpleasantly steep, climbs. The best types in my book.

Every picture paints a thousand words – a bib, a breakfast, a bloodied armwarmer






3 Replies to “A Debrief – L’Ariegeoise XXL”

  1. Good Morning Jim,

    I must say this is a fantastic blog and has given me loads of ideas for rides but really fancy doing one of the Haute routes, this wont happen for a few years yet but the read keeps my mind active planning a training routine and thoughts of clothing and how I am going to achieve this goal.

    In the meantime I have a few days in the Pyrenees whilst L’Ariegeoise is on, I am looking to ride this next year. What I am struggling to do is find out when the event open for entries and is it normally oversubscribed.

    Kind regards
    Simon Kelly


    1. Hey Simon, wow you dug this out of the archive! The Ariegeoise site and organisation is a little slow and clunky – not a slick outfit like marmotte, etape etc – not surprising given it’s small. Looks like they’ve not decided stuff for 2018 yet, but keep an eye on this – http://www.cyclosport-ariegeoise.com


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