It’s Monday, the day after doing the 24 Hours of Pueblo MTB Race. I’m not too tweaked, but my legs seized up a couple times during my 11 hours of sleep last night. I didn’t sleep a wink through the night of the race, so I’m probably a little bit short.
We’re loaded up and headed back towards Denver today. We have to return the trailer we rented in Mesa first, then we are headed to Sedona, where we might ride a little.
I’m writing this on my phone, so it is gonna be short. It’s too frustrating to do a very long post, even though I have time.
I’ll do a longer post of the whole experience when I get to a place I can use my computer.
My best memory of the weekend was doing the last night lap, when it was going to be sunrise. It was dark most of the lap, but slowly I could start making out the trail beyond my lights. I had about 30 minutes left of the hour lap and I was rewarded with a beautiful sunrise.
I kept nearly crashing, going off trail, because I wasn’t focusing on the bike racing. I was thinking how lucky I was being a part of such an unique experience. Riding a bike through the desert fast, but feeling a part of nature. It’s what I live for.