2nd overall in 1:35:05, 42 seconds behind inov-8 teammate and possible trail cyborg Alex Nichols. From Colorado Springs at 6750 feet elevation, the race travels up 3630 feet to Barr Camp and back. Did I finish covered in blood? YES. Did I make a wrong turn? SORT OF. Did I poop in the woods? NO, AND YOU ARE DISGUSTING FOR THINKING OTHERWISE.
|I either took a spill, or am way too enthusiastic about ketchup.|
Megan is here! And I'm bar studying. So my time has been spent on awesome hikes and learning what a "tort" is. I'm guessing some type of cake.
|Addie is very tired thinking about both of those things.|
Anyway, not much time to write, as every open hour with a computer needs to be spent analyzing the finer points of cake law. Basically, things are awesome, we hiked 70 miles in the week before Barr, and my brain is mush. Like cake batter! CAKE CAKE CAKE.
|At the beginning of the week, Addie was scared of the rock field and decided not to move another inch. By the end of the week, she'd be the bouldering queen.|
On Saturday, traveled down to Colorado Springs with my favorite people in the world. I am counting Addie in that calculation because she poops like a 200 pound male competitive eater.
That is gross.
We had a pre-race meal of frozen yogurt and pizza. Sadly, there was no pizza-flavored frozen yogurt. SYNERGY FAIL.
Warmed-up, jogged the first mile of Barr Trail (my first time on this iconic single track!), and toed the line at this legendary trail race. Ready, Set, CAKE!
Having never been on the trail, I did not know what to expect. Steep grades? Rocks? Trolls? So I started comfortably, at a pace about 1/10 of an unladen swallow. I was a very laden swallow.
After a few minutes, the pecking order was established, with Alex on his home trails up front, me taking up the rear, and trail superstar Matt Byrne in 3rd. There is not much to report other than UP. And that at one point, the trail split and that after running a few seconds, I turned back around to check out the trail signs. I would make a right turn at a NASCAR race.
|Both Addie and I are easily distrac SQUIRREL!|
At the halfway point turnaround, Alex had around 30 seconds, and I felt super strong for descending. After a mile or two, I passed him and opened up a gap. Hoping to break his spirits, I laid into the gas pedal with all my might. Unfortunately, I seemed to be driving a Pinto. And not the car, but the bean.
However, I had about 15 seconds until we hit the infamous "W's", a steep section of switch-backing trail. I was completely unprepared for each turn. Every change of direction seemed like a surprise. Like biting into an ice cream cake that was filled with pizza ice cream.
|Addie thinks that sounds tasty. As do the flowers. And the poop over there. Hey...are you eating that dirt?|
Just as Alex passed with 1.5 miles to go, I attempted to put in one more surge. As you can guess from the picture up top, I surged directly into some rocks and dirt, leaving a fair amount of skin on the trail. My Joe-mentum (the motivation I get from thinking about the dreamy smile of Joe Biden) vanished, and I ran in licking my wounds. Crossing the line, I saw a beautiful girl, amazing parents, and a puppy that was literally dying to lick my wounds. Either that saying about the cleanliness of a dog's mouth is a lie, or I am deceived by the Google Image search for "gangrene".
|Addie had come down the snow wall in my arms, then she tried to go back and help Megan. Puppy got a lesson in friction.|
Thanks so much for everything guys! Pikes Peak Sports put on a great event with awesome pizza and cash awards for the podium. Which will be useful for buying pizza. It's the circle, the circle of pizza. Also, it was so amazing seeing the epic/inspirational George Zack. He was wearing fingerless gloves for the race, and when I asked him about it at the start line, he waggled his typing fingers and said "These are the money-makers." In addition, it was great to meet MonicaB! Based on how much Addie liked her, she has an awesome soul. Or possibly she smelled like food.