46kgToDate said:
How come you're doing that ******* of a thing [250, 100 or 50k?] but haven't done the 90k down to the gong?
I'm enjoying the mtb more at the moment, and particularly the mtb race vibe. Might have done the gong if the weather was better. I'll try and give it a go next year.
Just did the baby fling, the 50 odd. A decidedly average 3hr38, but at least I've got a good excuse. I was about 15min into the race and out of the saddle on the nasty little climb out of the first creek crossing, and sat back down too far forward on the saddle and bang, snapped the farken single bolt on the seat post saddle clamp. Bugger. Stop to pick up the pieces, that's not repairable, chuck it in the camelback and keep on going. Lasted another hour and a half without a saddle, had to walk up a couple of the longer climbs, just trying to will myself to get to the transition/halfway point, but I'm running out of legs, I'm eventually down to 7 pedal strokes then coast standing on opposite legs when I reach this lake with a cute old couple saying 5k to transition, oh looky there's a lovely park bench with a nice view over the dam, bugger it I'll stop and see if I can jerryrig the saddle back on using the seatpost quick release. Took me about 10 minutes but yeah the saddles holding, but with the post slammed the whole way down I look like some baggypanted suburban huckster. The knees hated it, never got more than a 90deg leg extension, but hey I'm sitting down. Roll into transition not feeling very positive about chances of finishing, find the lube tent with the guys from some shop in Narabeen, they've got tools but no parts, we scrounge around for ages, nothings gonna work until I look over their Park workstand, ooh looky the legs are held on with a quick release. "you blokes won't need that, sure it'll swing around like a ******* but it won't fall over, I'll give it back ya's in a couple of hours". Yes! Legends.
By the time I get out there it's 2hr10 into the race but the legs come back to life, I'm miles back in nuftyville so there's heaps of overtaking carrots to keep me motivated and I manage the second half in 1hr28.
Beer oclock.
Legs are ShaGGed but I feel like it's been a laugh until sadly my heart is broken when I spy Rochelle Gilmore wandering around looking gorgeous but holding hands with some tall guido *******.
*****. How could she?