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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

This Affliction Is Self-Inflicted



It takes me about 3-4 days to come out the coma a 24-hour event induces. In the mean time, I have been trying to gather my thoughts inorder to bring you an insider look into why we push ourselves to do such an event... I regret to inform you that I am at another loss for words, lost somewhere amongst these muddy reflections.



With 30 minutes left until Moab's noon start, I found my heart racing like I was getting ready to jump out of a plane or something (I hadn't been this nervous since I asked Tracy to marry me). Maybe it was because I knew vaguely what I was in for, considering Eatough and Haywood's adventures the week before.



For the first half of the race my plan was to stick as close to Nat Ross as possible in an effort to get a feel for what a solo 24 hr pace would be like.



Mother nature however refused to let me get to that point. After about 10 hours of racing in subpar conditions, the race was called (as many of you all ready know). Rampant rivers began to erode the trails and created huge ditches that littered the course making it to dangerous to continue.



Unfortunately for me the race got called the lap after I had a mechanical, dealing me a card of bad luck. Regardless I gained a lot of respect for the likes of Ross/Harris/Tostado and any other crazy mother that has entered and finished one of these epic events. Much respect to all, I will be back to fight another day...

4 Comments:

Blogger Mom said...

Awesome effort and congratulations on your placement...All things happen for a reason and I am grateful this event is OVER!! Take some time to recoup and enjoy your fiance!

Kudos on an awesome season, Nick! 2007...here he comes!

5:21 AM  
Blogger Adam Lisonbee said...

Nick,

What a crazy race. You and Nat were flying. This one will go down in the memory books as a true epic. It is a shame it had to end early, but that is the way it goes sometimes.

Congrats on a very good showing.


Keep hammering, see you next time!

10:33 AM  
Anonymous DaveH said...

Ya got game kid.

Just thought I'd point something out: the start may have felt easy and conversational, but your pace car is one of the fastest starters in the sport. You guys were shreddin that wet course for sure.

Enjoy some chill time...and let me know wus up with the birthday ride, eh?

4:32 AM  
Blogger Sarah Lukas said...

These 24 hour races never really turn out to be 24 hours, huh. Definitely props to doing that, my gosh, that's awesome. Nice season, you've really made wisco proud.

8:35 PM  

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