It’s been just over 2 weeks now and I’ve finally cone to grips with the fact that I pedaled the PCP2P 2 hours slower than last year. 2 freaking hours! Yeah it was hard but last year was even harder. Enough about the race you already know it’s a bitch.
On to the PCP2P ride. The first 3 hours were complete single track bliss. I spent the whole time riding with Dave Harris and Fatty. Just tooling along having a good time singing songs and possibly irritating fellow racers. What could be better than Utah single track with friends for 3 hours? Pretty much nothing and certainly not the next 7 hours.
This is what I do in a feed zone, get on my bike and ride.
This is what Elden does, looks for sympathy. For what? His hands hurt. Whatever, sac up!
I really wish I would have felt better at the finish so I could mingle and schmooze with everyone that I haven’t seen for several months but I was too busy curled up in a ball trying to recover. It took me almost 10 and one half hours to finish. I’ve become a soft and pale city boy. It is what it is.
The weekend came and went too fast. I did manage to squeeze in some Corner Canyon dirt, Bayou and a visit to the lab.
Mountain bike racing is OVER! I am pretty excited about that since no matter how hard I look there just aren’t any mountains to be found in Chicago. I am hereby declaring my official new cycling discipline to be cyclocross. I even have the first race of the Chicago Cross Cup under my belt and I couldn’t be more pleased. More on that tomorrow.