From what I’ve observed, this race is a lot like childbirth. When you are climbing those 8000+ft over 45 miles on your mountain bike and your legs are cramping to the point you can’t pedal any longer, you can’t imagine ever wanting to go through it all again. But then, once you receive the reward at the end, you forget the pain (or realize it was the pain that made the finish so sweet?) and sign up to do it again.
And so it was, Todd raced The Traverse for the second time.
This time, finishing in 6:28:37. Almost 50 minutes faster than last year and not a leg-straightening cramp in sight.
This time, he convinced his younger, athletically talented, super-fit, brother to come down from Utah to do it with him. Turns out super-fit doesn’t always translate into bike-endurace fit. This time, Todd finished almost 1 hour faster than his little brother and you better believe he’ll be rubbing it in until the end of time.