Sunday went and watched Drew as he raced 94 miles in 4 hrs, a total of 8 times around Branched Oak lake. Up until lap 6 or so he was in the lead group of 4 dudes way off the front. But the other 3 dudes were teammates and he had to fight off constant attacks from them. Eventually his legs cramped up so bad that he couldn't move them, and fell off the back, but still placed well in the end. When he got off his bike he was just about delirious: covered with salt from 4 hrs of sweating, could hardly walk, unable to control emotions. But he came to and I could tell he felt an immense sense of accomplishment after racing his hardest and longest race yet. In a way I was jealous.
I just hung out all day in the sun, which was about all I could manage after pulling an all-nighter. Oh and I helped the Jaimster (Andrew's gf) make little colored contact-papered cards for a game (she's a teacher). All were food pictures until I decided to throw a random smirking dude with sideburns in there--he ended up looking like a stoner. "These are nachos, kids, help the stoner eat nachos."
Posted by Alan at September 9, 2003 02:45 PM