fitness

Yesterdays gncc was old school. It was just an old fashioned battle of who trained harder and who could dig deepest. Three hours on sand is bad, and its made even worse when the parts that aren't whooped out are covered in these giant palmettos that feel like riding on conrete blocks. I didn't realize how bad it would be until David Knight rolled into the finish with a giant lead. I figured he was cruising to the finish. But the guy was exhausted. Just spent. He told me the problem was that if you went too slow the track was actually harder, so he had to keep pushing. Then I knew the rest of the guys would be in trouble. Sure enough a huge battle came barreling into the finish next, with Jimmy Jarrett, Garrett Edmisten and Barry Hawk waging war through the final turns. They finished in that order, but Jarrett and Edmisten were totally spent on the podium. Edmisten, in fact, could barely even get up after basically collapsing off of his machine at the finish. Everyone was whooped.

I felt bad for the guys, but it was cool in a way to see a race that really came down to guys just laying it all out there. Whoever was strongest, fittest and dug deepest did best. That's old school.