This well and could be a long (stage) report.
But it won’t be.
If it was, left to it’s own devices that is, it’d be so full of bullshit that you wouldn’t believe a word of the real shit that follows.
You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Stage 4 was a big-boy day.
A stage which, in the past, I have excelled at (of course I use this term within the context of mine own abilities).
Long gradual climbs and fast neutral descents.
And this stage 4 would have been just as excel as previous years stage 4′s had it not been for a few, two miscalculations.
I knew it was bad. So, I packed a replacement.
Wanting to ensure best value for the dollar, I left the new one in the bike box.
The second mis-issue.
My relative preparedness for the 2012 Breck Epic.
Logically I assumed;
I completed last year, last year with no riding, no fitness, no nothing…ergo…I will do much better this year, with a little riding, more fitness and a little of this and that.
To quote my body;
So. Bad things happened.
Sometimes more than once and even several times.
Not just riding for miles without a seat post.
Not riding a few more with a slammed post.
I over heated. I under dranked. I rode (meaning the actual act of pedalling) much MUCH more than any other day. It was more like an REAL stage than any other (this year).
My body very quickly decided that it was displeased by this particular sequence and began a concentrated process of revolt.
But, not unlike my abilities as endurance super athlete, the efforts put forth were simply not enough to prevent the inevitable.
Another podium appearance.
The mercy rule has been invoked and our cumulative deficit is no longer being reported.
The only thing left to do today (because bike repairs should only ever be attempted the morning of) was to eat.
It’s the back one.
On the left.
And then on the right.
And then down the back side to Frisco.
In better news, I’ve got odds that we are heavily favoured for second in the Open Duo Category.