I mean, I've done them most of my life, but what is it that keeps making me sign up for the punishment. I just rode a 25 mile dirt fondo with over 3,200 feet of climbing. The climbs where so steep, I had to hike-a-bike in a bunch of places. The downhills were gradual. So backwards. Two of the ups were 800 feet in less than a mile. There were about 3 or 4 people laying on the last climb cramped up, not even able to walk. There were rangers assisting them, and someone had a mild heart attack. The helicopter circled for about 15 minutes, but the EMS was able to get to that person. I kept my head down and kept grinding away. It took me 3:49 to finish. The last bit of downhill to the finish I hit 42 mph in a tuck. I have a mid-travel enduro bike, so it's not like I'm out to win anything. Four liters of water / Gatorade mix and 3 Cliff bars got me through with no cramps. At 60 years old, only some lower back pain. I finished, had a big burrito and a bunch of beers.
Let's face it, ending the ride / race at a brewery is definitely a carrot, but it's something bigger that keeps me coming back. I don't know what it is.... but I think it's a problem?
Let's face it, ending the ride / race at a brewery is definitely a carrot, but it's something bigger that keeps me coming back. I don't know what it is.... but I think it's a problem?