This weekend was the rescheduled 40 in the Fort Endurance race that was postponed due to the wildfires this last summer. I've been riding casually, but not hitting it as hard as usual because I overloaded on classes this semester. I ended up getting up at 5am, experiencing an acute case of explosive diarrhea, got to the starting line before sunrise, raced the course (a surprisingly challenging 8,000ft of climbing that had us climbing towers, stout, sawmill, loggers and carey spgs...), watched Big Red dominate the gridiron, and finished up with a closing shift at 34 which put me back home at 4am. I did so much fun shit, but it was fucking exhausting. I'll always remember it, but I certainly don't wanna do it again anytime soon. Here are 2 photos I pulled off of the coloradoan. They are of myself, Predator Dan, and Schuyler (who DESTROYED the course on his single speed. I've never seen anything quite like it).
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Schuy-Walker and the Black Sheep crew |
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Predator Dan and Eric Crouch leadin the pack |
GBf'nR
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