6Hr Race Report

Waking up at 5am for your birthday may not be everyone's cup of tea. And to be honest I'm not sure if it's mine just yet! Might take some getting used to.

Anyway the day started reasonably relaxed, except halfway to Tam's house, I'd realized that I'd forgotten my Accel Gel's which I knew I'd really miss if I didn't have them. So at 6:16am, I turn around and go back home therefore making me a weee bit late picking up Tamyka. She didn't mind too much, but I'm sure she wouldn't have knocked back an extra 15min in the sack. Poor baby.

Did I mention it was raining? Yes buckets were dropping from the sky and it looked like we were in for a muddy 'ole time. Unfortunately for me, it stopped. I say unfortunately 'cos I like riding in the mud and I know a lot of people don't (or can't) and with my fitness level a bit sub-par, I needed all the help I could get! Bummer.

We started with a bit of a lame run, Le Mans style, and although I knew there were lots of really quick people there I didn't want to get left behind too much 'cos it'd suck to be having to pass all the slow people who thought for some reason that they'd be able to maintain their early pace. It's quite hard riding 20cm from the guy in front on a trail you've never seen before. Thankfully the people in front of me weren't too gumby and there were only a couple of close calls when some unco dude stacked all by him/herself on a really easy bit of track.

The thing that got me early on was that there were some really unco dudes riding really slow and not helping people to pass, which isn't really cool, but understandable considering the type of event this is (ie 'fun'). But worse than that were the semi-fast dudes that thought they were it and a bit and just went off if they had to wait behind someone for more than 3 seconds. Tossers. Thing is, the really fast guys were generally really good about passing and were smart enough to realize that waiting 10 seconds for somewhere to pass didn't really hurt their time and kept their cool demeanour intact.

Tamyka had a good ride and didn't have any major dives, and I came through pretty unscathed too. I think she was a bit shitty at me for not being at checkpoint and forcing her to do two laps, but my back was pretty sore (it has been lately) and I really needed a bit of a rub on the bum to sort it out (which it did).

We managed 5th in the 2 person mixed which is pretty reasonable considering we didn't give a toss about quick rider changes, we hadn't been riding much, there were two pro's in front (one of the female riders had this fantastic panting thing going on which I'm sure gave all the guys wood) and we're on pretty cheap bikes. I had fun anyway, and that's gotta count for something doesn't it?

Thanks to Tamyka for dragging my sorry ass along too!

Aiiiii

What? You want a nutt?

I haven't blogged for a while which is terrible I know. I've let so many down....

Not too much exciting has happened, except that I got a gig on "I'm a celebrity, get me out of here" which is filming at Murwillumbah from the 10th of November. Should be fun. I'm a camera assistant on one of the field crews, which means we'll be climbing trees and hiding in the dirt filming people in a voyeuristic kind of way.

I lost my wallet the other day at the movies (the second time in 6 weeks, and before the first I had never lost one) and it really sux. Can't do anything that involves cash. Urrrrr.

I haven't been riding much either, which is pretty shit, because Kooralbyn's coming up on the weekend and I'm pretty out of shape. I did a lap of Coot-tha yesterday and didn't have too much trouble with it, so maybe I'll be okay. It was fairly hot (1230pm) and I didn't die so that's a good sign right? Oh dear......

Last night was interesting. Ando and myself were staggering back from the Paddo, en route to MaccyD's for a not so chilly quarter pounder and these two douchebags that were pissed as were walking towards us. We started laughing about how they looked 'Munted' and then they tried to go us! Idiots. They were just swinging punches everywhere and couldn't fight and all I remember of it was stepping back from one dude who was swinging, then grabbing his mate in some kind of head-hold and trying to rip his fucking head off, then Ando broke it up and tried to be responsible. We didn't throw any punches and I don't even think Ando got hit. Good thing he was there, because I wanted to hurt them a lot. Anyway all i got out of it was a ripped shirt, and it was one that's had a pretty long run anyway. What sort of stupid numnuts would take on Ando and I anyway? They would've only been 70kg's a piece. You'd have to be nuts. I wouldn't take on Ando. Tools.