I have devised a quick, cheap, yet super fun costume to wear at the Ergon booth at 24 Hours of Moab. Stop by to check out the brilliant product and scintillating personalities at the green tent. 🙂 hee hee. Yes, there will be photos. It’s going to be odd NOT to race. I rarely have gone to a race and not been a contestant in the world of masochistic fun, but it’ll be cool to cheer on all my friends. Plus, my costume wig wouldn’t survive under my helmet for 24 hours. 🙂 I’m sure I’ll wish I was racing, but at this point, it’ll be fun to sit back and watch it all unfold. (uhhh…ok, truth time… I’m already wishing I was racing!!)
I have been in the process of thrashing my legs over the last 5 days without really noticing until I tried to go for a quick jaunt up 4 mile on the road bike yesterday, and was groveling and grunting up what is usually a pretty easy climb. The soreness from my Monday trail run did not set in until yesterday; couple that with the fatigue from my ridiculous effort on Tuesday will make today a rest day. That’s what I love about the off-season… I can go as hard as I want!! 🙂 I am definitely one of those sick and twisted brutes who would craves and takes delight in going at max effort up the biggest climbs I can find. DH too, please! Just give me pine trees and two wheels… and I am in my happy place. Funny anecodote: when I would come in from a work-out when I lived in ABQ, I’d be all dirty, trail dust sticking to my skin, ripe from effort, top-tube decorated from dried up droplets of salty bodily excretion… my brother would take one look at me, laugh to himself and say, “Sonya. You’re just a beast.” It makes me smile.
Tomorrow, Jeff and I will roll out early in true Ergon style (the FJ), set up everything for the race, and then head out to ride Amasa-back. I know that the fact I have only been to Moab one time (and it was 4 years ago) is total sacrilege to mtb world, so I will spend some quality time in the Moab sanctuary. I rode the White Rim when I went, so my rubber (hey! get your mind out of the gutter) has never touched slick-rock. It’s a cool place from what I remember, and I grew up in high desert, but I’m more partial to high alpine riding, somewhere deep within the bowels of the Rockies, with epic views and lots of steep singletrack. You know, the kind of singletrack that is dark, soft, and fragrant.
See you in Moab!