I have been saying; "What was I thinking?!" way too much lately. Wake at 6 am, temperatures below freezing, and the trees were dancing. People were in parkas at registration. The Amish were bundled in their wool.
I managed to drag my carcass out of the warm, toasty car and suited up to ride the course by myself as the guys warmed up for their 9 am 40+ race. In the sub-freezing temperatures, I decided to ride the 7-mile course backwards and take pictures of the morning racers.
It looked brutal. Even the Amish were faster than the guys. Details to come later.
