The race is called Counting Coup. It’s 44+ miles and 8,000+ ft of elevation gain. Todd signed up for it before he decided to train for a half marathon challenge with his family. With next to no saddle time in the months leading up to the race, he waffled as whether to participate (at this point, “racing” was definitely out of the question). I reminded him the race was payed for and it would at least be a good excuse to bike instead of run for a day. So, he packed his bag, tuned up his bike at headed out to race like a lamb to the slaughter.
It was a torturous race that he ended by “breaking up” with his bike right after crossing the finish line. Now, at more than a month later, I still don’t think they’ve reconciled. At least we got to see him and snap a few photos when he was still in a “happy place” (only 3 hours into a 7+ hour race).