An Adventure

After a week of completely weird fatigue and zero training, I am back in the swing of things.

Hopefully it is not too late, because I am doing my first 12 hour adventure race this weekend.

I think my teammates are very much regretting their decision to ask me to join them. For one, I have only ridden a mountain bike 5 times. As usual, I am borrowing a bike. As usual, it is too big for me...as it belongs to a guy 6 inches taller than I. I can wing it, right?

(Remember I said that when I break a bone this weekend following these guys up some mountain on a bike that is too big for a girl with no experience.)

One of my teammates called me tonight to ask if I have ridden the bike and practiced clipping in/out. I felt his anguish through the phone when I answered- "nope." I told Dave I would practice around the neighborhood tomorrow, and he said, "great idea, because the neighborhood will clearly simulate your race."

My partners are both awesome. Both are super-fast runners and super fast mountain bikers. One of them just did the Trans-Rockies. They have done dozens of adventure races. I have done zero.

I told Dave tonight that I think my partners are truly regretting asking me to be on their team. (I am slow, out of shape, can't ride a mountain bike). Dave disagreed and said he thinks they are going to be "pleasantly surprised." So, my goal is to pleasantly surprise my super teammates, which means I will be at zone 4/5 for 12+ hours. Sounds harder than an Ironman.