The 24 Hour Race is less than two weeks away and so far there are 36 people racing solo. This is my third year going solo and I wouldn't have it any other way. There's something about it that really appeals to me that I can't fully explain. Most people chalk it up as crazy and I'm okay with that. Normal is boring.
My brother John is joining me this year. He's in the 50+ group along with Glen. They are in a crowded field. Several of us lobbied for a 60+ group and the organizers came through. Unfortunately, only two of us have signed up so far. On the bright side, we're both podium bound. But without more participation I think the category will go away like the fat bike category did.
Regardless, I'm looking forward to doing as many laps as I can. I did 13 my first year. Last year I was laid up with cramps because I didn't hydrate properly. So I wimped out in the morning and called it after 10 laps. I would like to do 14 this year. We'll see how my legs, my bikes, and my fortitude hold up.
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