So a few weeks ago Paul and I road-tripped it down to northern Georgia for the Southern X. Lots of fun.
I was having a nice little run of it until about halfway through and then I began to feel like I really had been sick all week (I was trying my best to forget). My 8th place became 12th. Warm clothes and 400mg of Ibuprofen became all the incentive I needed to finish quickly.
Anyway, this shot was taken on my way up the second big climb, a few miles after I realized I was in real trouble, but still had well over an hour of racing to go.
The picture was posted on Facebook, by someone I didn't know. But someone who knows me tagged my image, and then this:
Anyway, finished 12th on the day, but 7th in the under 40 (yah for not being 40!), which was good enough for a new pair of gloves and a podium shot. :-)
On the way back Paul and I enjoyed some lovely camping, BBQ, and mountain biking in the mountains of North Carolina, and the whole experience left me wanting more, more, more.