The 24 Hour Race is coming up in a couple of months and I've decided I'm going to do a solo run this time around. It's crazy and it's going to be hard, but I figure, "What the heck. Why not?" Or as Steph would say, "YOLO, Dad."
I don't have a mountain bike so the first order of business has been finding one. I have a couple of possible loaners, one of which I used during last years race, but Glen has a couple of bikes and I'm checking one of them out.
Today I tried out this modified '92 Specialized Stumpjumper that Glen added disc brakes to. I spent about an hour and a half trying to follow the route of last years race. I was doing good until the forced detour at Little Vietnam. I couldn't remember half of the turns so I would be zipping along on a strange trail, make a turn, and then find myself back in familiar territory. Then I would lose it again. But the route today wasn't nearly as important as getting into 24-hour racing mode.
Today was a fun ride, which almost makes it sound like I didn't work that hard. I can assure you I did, especially when I couldn't shift down to the bottom chain ring on the steep climbs, which compelled me to show off my middle-chain-ring awesomeness, of course, witnessed only by the trees. So you'll have to take my word for it.
Blerd and merd!
Podium dreams? More like hallucinations.