Alice Springs does get chili in the mornings and today was no exception, with the sky still black we arose. Stiff and sore from the day before, we attempted to get ready in time for a bus trip to the middle of no where (I thought we were already in the middle of no where). With only four porta-loos for a crowd over two hundred, decisions had to be made on how important your race was; with the line increasing in size as race start grew closer.
This being my first 100km race, i had no idea how hard i should be going and therefore was in a spot of bother at about 20km in. Still in touch with the lead bunch, i watched them ride out of site within a few minutes. It was time for some serious fluid and something to eat! 10 minutes later and i was in a nice rhythm until a group of us ended up in a random pa-dick riding around a dam, looking for a way out. With a now larger group due to the confusion, we swapped off until the havoc started...
Massive stretches of sandpits sorted everyone out and the benefits of sitting on shrunk. With massive stretches of sand came the lactic acid from running. After about 70km of racing i was spent, feed stations became rest stations and race mode turned to survival mode! with 15km to go a road train of 29ers came past; my lift home.
This being my first 100km race, i had no idea how hard i should be going and therefore was in a spot of bother at about 20km in. Still in touch with the lead bunch, i watched them ride out of site within a few minutes. It was time for some serious fluid and something to eat! 10 minutes later and i was in a nice rhythm until a group of us ended up in a random pa-dick riding around a dam, looking for a way out. With a now larger group due to the confusion, we swapped off until the havoc started...
Massive stretches of sandpits sorted everyone out and the benefits of sitting on shrunk. With massive stretches of sand came the lactic acid from running. After about 70km of racing i was spent, feed stations became rest stations and race mode turned to survival mode! with 15km to go a road train of 29ers came past; my lift home.
Although it was a flat 100km it was certainly hard work, the sand turning chains into grinding machines. After no mechanicals i was happy to cross the line in 22nd overall.
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