Location = Moab UT Distance = 15.56 Time = 1:56:28 Ave. Speed = 7.9 Max. Speed = 23.0 Monthly Dist. = 188.04 Yearly Dist. = 2876.97
I drove down to Moab, on Friday the 13th, to ride in the 24 Hours of Moab, mountain bike race. My son and a friend were supposed to help me, but his friend couldn't go, and then my boy bailed out on me. I won't mention the prevailing disaster in my life, but suffice it to say, I have never felt so alone.
I drove into town, and stumbled across the race registration location, checked in to a motel, (I didn't want to sleep in the tent the night before the race), and then headed out to the course location. I set up my tent, and then immediately threw myself on the mercy of my next door neighbors. I explained my situation of aloneness, and asked them if they would talk to me during the race, and make sure that I was coherent, and if I wasn't, to please get help. They were very sympathetic, and promised to look after me, a promise which they kept. Whenever a team racer meets a solo rider, there is always a degree of pity that is felt, like "poor bastard, I'm glad I'm not you", kind of a thing. I felt better, knowing that there was at least one person in the park, who would know who I was, if I fell down, and smashed my head on a rock.
I had just enough daylight left, to take a practice run around the course, without having to take my light along. -- I am in big trouble --. The course is really hard, with several places in the first five miles, that have to be walked. There are a lot of rocks, a lot of sand, and I am totally going to be destroyed. Oh well. I signed up for this.
I rode back to my campsite, cooked a hot dinner, and then drove in to town, to try and get a good night's sleep.
The day was absolutely perfect, with lots of sunshine, and temps in the 70s. There were lots of other racers checking out the course, and enjoying the scenery. There are some really beautiful rock formations in the background.
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