Further imagine:
Up to 32 non-stop hours of trekking, mountain biking, and paddling over 85-115 miles. And just for kicks you'll have to use only a map and compass to find specific checkpoints along the way.
Rock on dudes.
This is not just a nightmare . . . er, I mean dream. People actually did this. It was the Over Mountain Extreme Adventure Race held last weekend in Pisgah National Forest, North Carolina.
Now I was not a participant or even a spectator at this event. After all, how ya gonna watch 32 non-stop hours over 85+ miles. I'd need a helicopter and with the cost of gasoline that would be pretty pricey. But believe you me, I have heard about every excruciating detail of the race. And I mean excruciating. Muscle cramps. Fatigue. Thirst. Hunger. Blisters. Delirium. And the overwhelming excitement.
Razor loves the sport of adventure racing. He loves the thrill of competition. And, the agony of defeat. He loves the months of training and the fleeting moments of race time. He loves the team dynamic and the true sportsmanship of the sport. He tells me that during every race he says to himself that he will never do it again. But, as soon as it's over he is ready to sign up for the next one. Sounds vaguely familiar to the whole pregnancy-childbirth-amnesia thing that I have experienced. After all, I do have to put into some terms that I can relate to because if there is one thing that I know for sure in this world it is that . . .
I.
Will.
NEVER.
Be.
An.
Adventure.
Racer.
-dana
2 comments:
Um, I'm gonna eat some chocolate and sit on the couch now :-)
Oh, I am so with you girlfriend!
It sounds like an amazing experience, but I'm more the "I'll hold the bags" kinda girl. :)
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