I was fighting a bad cold and flu-like symptoms in the days leading up to the race, and if it wasn't for the financial commitment I'd made to doing it, I wouldn't have even considered racing. I don't feel this one necessarily needs a full report since the numbers pretty much speak for themselves:
- 102 - My temperature at the race start.
- 32 - Miles of technical, single-track terrain.
- 9:21 - My final time.
- 19th - My final placement.
- 10+ - Times I vomitted during the race; beginning at mile 12. (I eventually lost track once it became a regular occurance.)
- 3 - Bowel movements while racing.
- 2 - Number of times I wiped out.
- 1 - Number of iPods I broke due to above-mentioned falls.
- 1 - Beers consumed while on the course. (At mile 38. I wanted to quit and figured a beer would dull the pain and that the carbonation might potentially ease my stomach pain.)
- 1 - Times I was offered a bowl to smoke to help with my nausea. (I declined.)
All I can say is that I'm glad it's over, and I'm mentally stronger for pushing through it. About 22 miles in I completely stopped caring about my time or placement and just wanted to finish. Period.
I'll gladly go back to tackle this one again next year, but for now I want to get over the crud I'm still suffering through.