Looking down at my GPS I could see that we had just crested 12,500 feet on our quest to make it to the mandatory 3 PM checkpoint. Trying to do math when your heart rate is maxed out and your lungs are dying for air is nearly impossible. I knew at the start of the race how far we needed to go and how fast we needed to travel in order to hit the checkpoint, but at this point in the race those numbers just rolled around inside my brain with no semblance of sense whatsoever.
As we finally rolled away from the Montana/Idaho border, I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, the incessant rollercoaster of a trail was over, grades and trail conditions would improve, and the unsettled weather would let us be. I should have known better.
Free Range October was a first for us: 31 days of fresh, daily blog coverage. It might not sound like much, but take a look at the incredible library of stories these 31 days offered. Our thanks to everyone, from Salsa staff to sponsored riders to Guest Bloggers, who contributed.
Every once in a while a race comes along that is so big, and such a great learning experience, that just crossing the finish line feels like a win. Such was the case at the 2014 24-Hour Solo World Championships in Fort William, Scotland.
It is always hard to leave home when the riding is good where you’re at…but we also know the eye-opening inspiration that one gets from new experiences. With that in mind, Kristi and I set off last January to take part in the first annual JayP’s Fat Pursuit race in Island Park, Idaho.