Lets Just Forget That Happened...

Lets just forget Big Bear '08 ever happened. Please?

Race day temps in high 80s/Low 90s.

I had a plan.

The plan never really had a chance to work.

I knew from the time I hit the single track I was not going to have a good day.

No legs.

I'm talking about 5 a.m. walk the bike up hill legs except on my 2nd lap type legs. In a Solo there's no hoping your teammates can step up till your legs come around. You either have "it" or your don't.

Many, many wheel sucking, energy zapping mud bogs from the previous week's rains.

Lack of desire. I mean I had NO mojo. I found my "race brain" in a dark place, REAL early.

Lots of "plug pulling" suffering, not only by me but from Stewart, Bob A., Vegan Rob, among others.

I will make no excuses for myself. Just some days you have it. Some days you don't. I wish this had just been a group ride that I could have bailed on, or a bad day training. It wasn't.

Wifey and I salvaged the weekend but having a great time hanging out with my fellow DNF friends, Stewart, Bob A., and their families. All great folks. It was sort of nice in a twisted way to stay up till 4 a.m. having a few beers, eating hot dogs and screaming for racers. Watching Ernie, Steve, and Tinker was amazing.

I'll try to get a report up. But I'm not sure I want to relive too many parts from the weekend other than the parts where I got to hang with and meet folks like Bob, Stewart, Ian, Metro, Jake, and many others.

Later.