|Riders gathered in the early morning twilight for the Long Course start.|
"Hey! You gonna wake up or what?!"
I poked Jeremy in the arm. His alarm had gone off and shut down already, but he hadn't moved a muscle. It was high time to get ready and find out where I was going to eat breakfast, and he was coming one way or the other. Fortunately, it didn't require anymore motivation than I had just provided to jump start the man into action. In fact, we got ready probably too early. I wondered if the rumors of a 5:00am breakfast there at the motel were going to be coming true.
Fortunately, they were true, and I ate some scrambled eggs, a few strips of bacon, and had grabbed a bagel and a banana from the baskets for later. Tony joined us at the table as well. Then as we were finished with that, we went out and made our final preparations to leave. Oh! I forgot my drop bag! Good thing Jeremy remembered it then. The event allowed you to pack a drop bag for Checkpoint #3, so that helped lessen the load that I had to carry.
Then we rode over the Interstate to the KOA Campground front lot where the event was to start from. There were several riders already there, and folks were nervously chit-chatting with each other. I joked that the weather was so good we'd only have ourselves to blame if we didn't make the course.
|Heading out! That's Jeremy in the center and myself on the right. Image courtesy of Scott Redd|
|The Sun cracks the horizon on a clear blue day.|
|The road slowly winds up into the hills.|
|The views are expansive and humbling. There is a herd of cattle running up the hill here, but they look like ants.|
|Rustic roads with spectacular views dot the course at Odin's Revenge. Image courtesy of Scott Redd|
|This is me coming up the same grade seen from the other way in the previous image. Image courtesy of Scott Redd.|
|You can get a feel for how dusty and powdery the dirt roads were in this image courtesy of Scott Redd|
|This MMR ended in a steep, blazingly fast decent. Image courtesy of Scott Redd|
Somewhere along the way Tony was back with us as well, but I cannot recall how that happened now. Anyway, we were yo-yoing with a few others- John on a Carbon Beargrease set up with 29+ wheels, Mark on a sweet Potts Titanium bike with a lime green fork, and we saw Kevin a few times as well, who would later tweak out his leg on a crash on a rut and require some medical attention. (Heal up fast and well, Kevin!)
The event rolled onward to checkpoint number one, and Jeremy told me that it was pretty front end loaded with climbing. 5000 feet in the first 48 miles. I was feeling fine, eating, and drinking, but maybe not enough. It took us a little over 4 hours to get to the checkpoint, but I hadn't drank 4 bottles of water yet. Close, but I should have downed all six I had with me. Well, I figured I had enough time in the bank I could maybe take it easy during the warmest parts of the day and then make it through CP#2 and assess my day then.