crushed in the hurt locker

i blew up hard today, i won this race at brian head and i bonked really bad. i was walking up this trail, everything hurt, on the dh, uh, flat, bumps, arms, legs. i went to eat last night at this smoke house in provo last night with bucky and his wife. it seemed good at the time. i had some beef and chicken, then we drove down to parowan and for 2 hours my middle was making weird noises, i wasnt sick but something wasnt right.

anyway so im up at 430 am, had a cliff bar and i raced with 1 powerade and 200 calories of gu, i guess i went super fast up the first 30 min climb and didnt drink enough or eat anything all day . i didnt feel right from last night and i just pinned it for 3 hours before i buckled. the trail was super muddy and had huge water holes. my time wasnt real fast but i guess thats whats happens when i dont eat.
i have not been in the hurt locker like that for a long time, last week i felt awesome but that didnt work out either. sometimes i wonder about these finicky bodies, day to day week to week, they always throw me for a loop.

im glad i didnt do 100, i would have dropped out. i barely made it back as it is.

the best part is starting 10 mins after the 100 mile group, i passed like 50 of them before the 25 mile split, on the climb, on the dh, flats, everywhere for the first 2 hrs i was on fire then all hell broke loose.

ride time 3 hr 45mins, 5 years ago i did it in 3.5 hrs but it wasnt muddy and i didnt blow up.
oh well, i wonder when i will learn to drink more

i have some pics so i might get to them later, im tired and im chillin.

its 8pm, i rode for 4 hrs, waited around at the finish for 4 hrs, then drove back to the big city for 4 hrs.

brian head reminds me of the old days where in 1989 i won the summer games on the scout camp loop, got lost, crashed and wasted them, dastrup and bart g were racing and we were all like 15, we beat all the old guys.

good times.