Second ever race of any kind, first ever solo 24 hour mountain bike race.
The bike, a Kinesis FF29, was more ready than I was. Tyres converted to tubeless just a few days before.
Whenever seen standing was ordered to sit down and put my feet up. Two hours to go.
Three hours and three laps in.
Lap 5, maybe.
Six lap tan.
Nutritionally useless comfort food
Lap 7, or maybe 8
midnight(ish), after lap 9. on target for 18 laps. [photo: Jo Burt]
Sock change and cup of tea before the proper night laps.
stupid o’clock. not feeling great. [photo: Jo Burt]
6am. Lap 12 was horrible, legs working fine but emotionally shattered and mentally broken. Considered jacking it in. The 18 lap schedule went out the window sometime around 4am.
Stern word with myself and a change of kit and I’m ready to go back out. Well, in search of a bacon sandwich first. Then maybe a couple more laps.
12.01 Sunday. 15 laps completed. Even had a bit of a sprint at the end of the last lap. Not sure why, I certainly wasn’t going to go out for another lap had I crossed the line within 24 hours.
All over for another year. And yes, I’ll be back again next year, and now I know what is involved I’ll do some actual preparation and training.