Behind Enemy Lines
Unfortunately I never reached beyond that ten hour mark.... My brother Yuri however did, finishing inside the top 10 at Worlds! I had to share this paragraph from his race report as I feel it pretty much sums it up:
"After 13 hours in the saddle of my Soulcraft steed, vision blurred around the edges, the linear sense of self begins to bleed out like fresh blood on cotton. "I love the smell of napalm in morning!" ....A distant fantasy that kept running through my head in this "heart of an impenetrable darkness", and how the hell did I get here? I trudged through the midnight woods which began to, in my sleep deprived state, take on a sinister tentacled look, something straight out of Ichabod Crane's worst nightmare in "The Tales of Sleepy Hollow". I felt like a paratrooper dropped behind enemy lines, lost and alone, instinctively knowing that I had to move if I was going to survive." ~Yuri Hauswald
"After 13 hours in the saddle of my Soulcraft steed, vision blurred around the edges, the linear sense of self begins to bleed out like fresh blood on cotton. "I love the smell of napalm in morning!" ....A distant fantasy that kept running through my head in this "heart of an impenetrable darkness", and how the hell did I get here? I trudged through the midnight woods which began to, in my sleep deprived state, take on a sinister tentacled look, something straight out of Ichabod Crane's worst nightmare in "The Tales of Sleepy Hollow". I felt like a paratrooper dropped behind enemy lines, lost and alone, instinctively knowing that I had to move if I was going to survive." ~Yuri Hauswald
posted by Martini at 4:04 PM
2 Comments:
That Yuri has one helluva marketing team, LOL.
http://teamhealthfx.com/blogs/dave_harris/archive/2006/10/23/1997.aspx
haha nice...
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