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05-03-04, 11:58 AM
Well, it went something like this…
Up at 0430 because it’s a 2-hour drive. They just had to send us off at 0730. They couldn’t wait until 0800? After getting turned around, I finally find the place, register, and get my bike off of the rack. I look at my watch and notice that it is 0730. I ride the 200 yards to the start/finish and ask the guy how much time until the start, hoping that they are running late. They weren’t. He responded, “About a minute and a half.” It’s rainy, windy, cold, and I have all of 200 yards of warm-up. I figure that I can suffer for 45 minutes no problem... Problem is, there is this hill they call the pack splitter. We started and the pace was fairly fast. After about 12 minutes or my fourth or fifth trip up Mr. Splitter, I knew that this was going to hurt. I was taking longer and longer to recover from the hill. About 28 minutes into the race, my legs just wouldn’t work anymore. I kept asking for more, and they kept saying, “Screw you buddy!” So I abandoned. I packed up my bike and started the drive home. I looked on the seat next to me, and there was my breakfast!! I had also forgotten to eat.
I sure hope I learned something from this.
Up at 0430 because it’s a 2-hour drive. They just had to send us off at 0730. They couldn’t wait until 0800? After getting turned around, I finally find the place, register, and get my bike off of the rack. I look at my watch and notice that it is 0730. I ride the 200 yards to the start/finish and ask the guy how much time until the start, hoping that they are running late. They weren’t. He responded, “About a minute and a half.” It’s rainy, windy, cold, and I have all of 200 yards of warm-up. I figure that I can suffer for 45 minutes no problem... Problem is, there is this hill they call the pack splitter. We started and the pace was fairly fast. After about 12 minutes or my fourth or fifth trip up Mr. Splitter, I knew that this was going to hurt. I was taking longer and longer to recover from the hill. About 28 minutes into the race, my legs just wouldn’t work anymore. I kept asking for more, and they kept saying, “Screw you buddy!” So I abandoned. I packed up my bike and started the drive home. I looked on the seat next to me, and there was my breakfast!! I had also forgotten to eat.
I sure hope I learned something from this.