Still hard on the training...
Guildford Lane
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I used to walk Guildford Lane all the time when I worked a retail job in
the CBD. How times have changed. The motorcycle workshops are now hipster
eateri...
9 years ago
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
| Lap No | Race time | Lap time |
| 1 | 12:00 | 1:33 |
| 2 | 14:58 | 1:25 |
| 3 | 16:25 | 1:27 |
| 4 | 18:03 | 1:38 |
| 5 | 19:51 | 1:48 |
| 6 | 21:59 | 2:08 |
| 7 | 00:27 | 2:28 |
| 8 | 04:20 | 3:53 |
| 9 | 08:45 | 4:25 |
| 10 | 11:43 | 2:58 |
Offical time splits
The works part II...
Sunday: race time 15:00...
I made it back to the pits some time around 3:00 and man was cooked. I was in the land way beyond f***ed up. I just sat down and started shivering. After a while I wondered around the pit row and found a gas heater. Eventually the support crew who owned the gas
heater decided I was OK and booted me out saying I should go and do another lap. They were right of course and I head out for lap No. 9 at around 4:20. Sun was up but a night of racing had churned the track into a hill swamp. Didn’t really matter as I was doing a sort of zombie shuffle up the hills.
As I completed lap 9 the crowd of spectators and race officials were still cheering and ring those dam cow bells. They’d done this for every lap and every soloist for whole race. It made me feel really special. And as is usual I get very ‘tied and emotional’ at about this point so there was couple of tears in the corner of the eyes (and it wasn’t ‘cause of the mud).
Sunday: sometime around 20:30...
Completed lap No 9 and worked out I had enough time for 10 laps which would make 200km. The goal was in sight, so all was good. Still wasn’t sure of the place but I was fairly hopeful I’d gone top ten. Sat down in the pit area for a while and then eventually dragged my arse out for one last long walk of the course. To brake up the walk I did do some riding ;]
As I head out on the last loop of the course for one last time I went past the funky Scottish med student from the hostel. She was cheering and saying nice things. These things seem to really matter after a long night.
Sunday: 23:47:35 and my race is finish…
Thank god it was over. I ambled around for a while and washed the bike down.
Russ Baker was still there hanging out and rushed over to take another photo which helped to heighten the feeling that I’d achieved something special. For most of the post race time it was all a blur really. The final offical result was 207 klicks and 7th place in my age group. My arse was intact so things had turned out OK. It did'nt feel that special until few days latter when all of my friends start emailing me and telling how amazing it was and how awesome I’d done. Here comes the gooey part… it was the comments from back home which made me reflect on how I’d gone and really put my achievement into perspective.
What a year; 3rd outright in the NZO and now a 7th in age group at the Worlds. I guess I’m not such an average rider after all ;]
Post race tripping…
After packing up the pit I headed back to Banff. I stopped in for some race recovery Macers. I drove straight into the pick up lane and had to back out and start again in the order lane. Then I drove back to Banff where I fell asleep at the traffic lights. I woke up, the lights were green and the cars in front had driven off and about eight cars waiting behind. Wooops!
I made it back to the pits some time around 3:00 and man was cooked. I was in the land way beyond f***ed up. I just sat down and started shivering. After a while I wondered around the pit row and found a gas heater. Eventually the support crew who owned the gas
heater decided I was OK and booted me out saying I should go and do another lap. They were right of course and I head out for lap No. 9 at around 4:20. Sun was up but a night of racing had churned the track into a hill swamp. Didn’t really matter as I was doing a sort of zombie shuffle up the hills.As I completed lap 9 the crowd of spectators and race officials were still cheering and ring those dam cow bells. They’d done this for every lap and every soloist for whole race. It made me feel really special. And as is usual I get very ‘tied and emotional’ at about this point so there was couple of tears in the corner of the eyes (and it wasn’t ‘cause of the mud).
Sunday: sometime around 20:30...
Completed lap No 9 and worked out I had enough time for 10 laps which would make 200km. The goal was in sight, so all was good. Still wasn’t sure of the place but I was fairly hopeful I’d gone top ten. Sat down in the pit area for a while and then eventually dragged my arse out for one last long walk of the course. To brake up the walk I did do some riding ;]
As I head out on the last loop of the course for one last time I went past the funky Scottish med student from the hostel. She was cheering and saying nice things. These things seem to really matter after a long night.
Sunday: 23:47:35 and my race is finish…
Thank god it was over. I ambled around for a while and washed the bike down.
Russ Baker was still there hanging out and rushed over to take another photo which helped to heighten the feeling that I’d achieved something special. For most of the post race time it was all a blur really. The final offical result was 207 klicks and 7th place in my age group. My arse was intact so things had turned out OK. It did'nt feel that special until few days latter when all of my friends start emailing me and telling how amazing it was and how awesome I’d done. Here comes the gooey part… it was the comments from back home which made me reflect on how I’d gone and really put my achievement into perspective.What a year; 3rd outright in the NZO and now a 7th in age group at the Worlds. I guess I’m not such an average rider after all ;]
Post race tripping…
After packing up the pit I headed back to Banff. I stopped in for some race recovery Macers. I drove straight into the pick up lane and had to back out and start again in the order lane. Then I drove back to Banff where I fell asleep at the traffic lights. I woke up, the lights were green and the cars in front had driven off and about eight cars waiting behind. Wooops!
Friday, August 1, 2008
The works with the lot...
So here goes with the full race report, as best as I can remember a week after the event. Images are from Russ Baker's photo site and Mark Diggins (a Canadian solo nutter who helped me out during the race). BTW it’s pouring Vancouver on my last day in Canada so sitting in an internet café is looking like a good plan for the day…
Before the race...
Like all of these things the race starts a day or two before the event. I arrived in Banff a few days early, this gave me plenty of time to get the bike setup and pre-ride the course (see the earlier postings).
Friday: race time minus 24 hours...
In the morning I had a last minute panic about not having tubeless tyres so ducked into the local Banff bike shop. They had nothing useful on the floor but the mechanic made a trip back to his house to pick up a pair of Kenda Small Blocks for me, he said these were the ones to have as it was going to be dry. He’d been keeping these aside for his riders in the Trans Rockies (starting next week), so he was doing me a favor (arh those nice Canadians!).
In the arvo before I headed out to Canmore and regoed. Then I had to sit through an induction of riders into a ‘hall of fame’. There was a lot of clapping and speeches. I guess this is more of a North of American thing as most of the Aussies didn’t seem to get the point. Then we had the race briefing proper. Man those guys were disorganized, the rules changed about three times during the briefing! The two important things were;
Saturday: race time minus 6 hours...
God dam dorm accommodation; I woke up at 5:30AM and could get back to sleep because of the snoring backpackers! Got up, did some eating, gear checking and then tr
ied to work on getting into the right head space. Headed out to race central around 9 and got myself set-up. Added the “24 solo’ sticker to top tube, matching blue, it looked the goods along side the Australia sticker, the important stuff.
Saturday: race time minus 1 hour...
Time to start the “chamois time” and get dressed up in the CORC race gear. I think I was the only soloist not covered in sponsorship. Anyhow, I felt proud to be wearing the club colours. Noodled about for a bit then it was time to get over to congregate in the timing tent. It was all a bit vague but as everyone else was there I couldn’t really go wrong. It turned out we were to run out of the tent in reverse number order and run up to the start line. This was a kind of parade for the spectators and they announced the riders name (mispronouncing Remely) and country as we ran through. Then we all hung around the start line. Nobody seemed to really know what was happening, we’d worked out that there was small run and 7 km prologue lap through town. Just as I’d started to come to grips with this they announced that they were just waiting for the helicopter to getting to filming position and they’d start the race. And we were off!
Saturday: race time 00:00...
Jogging along in the crowd thinking; "calm stay calm and don’t let the Worlds thing amp you up". On the bike and racing, still more selftalk about keeping the heart rate down. I got into middle of the bunch and this felt about right. I did a roady tuck to get a free draft through town and conserver some energy. Up the first climb and man did I feel good. This was going to be OK, I even passed a few guys without having to work. The race headed up for the first lap of the course. It was all good. The Kenda tyres were ace and the Anthem was even better.
Just keep riding. I was able to settle into a rhythm and apart from stopping for fresh bottles I was able to just keep lapping until dark. The lap times were steady; 1:33, 1:25, 1:27, 1:38, 1:48.
Willo passed me couple of times with Tinker about an inch from his wheel. He did say some nice things about CORC rider and “go willo” was my cry in reply. Other folks were saying "go Aussie" to me and more stuff about Canberra. The CORC gear was a good choice as the other Aussie all knew were I was from.
Saturday: race time around 08:30...
Starting to get tired and the constant climbing was getting tough. Time to get the lights on and keep turning. I opted to run the six hour batteries with the idea I could change for the last part of the night. Marcello (Thomas’s mechanic) sorted the battery on the bike and gave the chain a quick oil. He’s one calm guy which makes such a difference when you’re getting worked up about riding. The course wasn’t really much harder at night. But I did manage to mix the
lights up and had wide angle lamp on my head and beam on the bars which sorted of made the single track a little trickery. Something to get right next time (this is first time I’ve thought there might be a ‘next time’).
Saturday: race time around 10:00...
It was really dark, I was tried and it had been rain raining really hard. They was sh*t in my face and was getting it in my eyes and mouth. The tyres were glagging up; Kenda’s good in the dry - sh*t with
a cherry on top in the wet. The rooty descents had turned nasty and I was walking most of the climbs and some of more demanding downs. Better to be in one piece then smashed into a tree. This was also the time where my guts started to play up; too much goo, sport drinks and pain killers. I had heart burn and wanted to chuck. Things were starting to go pear shaped.
Saturday: race time sometime in the witching hour...
The course just seemed to be endless goop. I was struggling to walk the ups but I was still OK on the downs. Sometime around 2AM the body decided some protest action was called for and I was forced to endure a “sit in” at the top of a particularly nasty (walking) climb. There was some strong negotiation between management and the labour and after about 20 minutes just sitting by the trail watching the race go by we all went back to work. All I needed to was get back to pit area this was getting ridiculous.
More in part two...
Before the race...
Like all of these things the race starts a day or two before the event. I arrived in Banff a few days early, this gave me plenty of time to get the bike setup and pre-ride the course (see the earlier postings).
Friday: race time minus 24 hours...
In the morning I had a last minute panic about not having tubeless tyres so ducked into the local Banff bike shop. They had nothing useful on the floor but the mechanic made a trip back to his house to pick up a pair of Kenda Small Blocks for me, he said these were the ones to have as it was going to be dry. He’d been keeping these aside for his riders in the Trans Rockies (starting next week), so he was doing me a favor (arh those nice Canadians!).
In the arvo before I headed out to Canmore and regoed. Then I had to sit through an induction of riders into a ‘hall of fame’. There was a lot of clapping and speeches. I guess this is more of a North of American thing as most of the Aussies didn’t seem to get the point. Then we had the race briefing proper. Man those guys were disorganized, the rules changed about three times during the briefing! The two important things were;
- The race started at 11:45 to allow us some space before the team hacks started racing, and
- There was to be no MP3 players as this would stop us hearing any angry bears just before they attacked (seriously)
Saturday: race time minus 6 hours...
God dam dorm accommodation; I woke up at 5:30AM and could get back to sleep because of the snoring backpackers! Got up, did some eating, gear checking and then tr
ied to work on getting into the right head space. Headed out to race central around 9 and got myself set-up. Added the “24 solo’ sticker to top tube, matching blue, it looked the goods along side the Australia sticker, the important stuff.Saturday: race time minus 1 hour...
Time to start the “chamois time” and get dressed up in the CORC race gear. I think I was the only soloist not covered in sponsorship. Anyhow, I felt proud to be wearing the club colours. Noodled about for a bit then it was time to get over to congregate in the timing tent. It was all a bit vague but as everyone else was there I couldn’t really go wrong. It turned out we were to run out of the tent in reverse number order and run up to the start line. This was a kind of parade for the spectators and they announced the riders name (mispronouncing Remely) and country as we ran through. Then we all hung around the start line. Nobody seemed to really know what was happening, we’d worked out that there was small run and 7 km prologue lap through town. Just as I’d started to come to grips with this they announced that they were just waiting for the helicopter to getting to filming position and they’d start the race. And we were off!
Saturday: race time 00:00...
Jogging along in the crowd thinking; "calm stay calm and don’t let the Worlds thing amp you up". On the bike and racing, still more selftalk about keeping the heart rate down. I got into middle of the bunch and this felt about right. I did a roady tuck to get a free draft through town and conserver some energy. Up the first climb and man did I feel good. This was going to be OK, I even passed a few guys without having to work. The race headed up for the first lap of the course. It was all good. The Kenda tyres were ace and the Anthem was even better.
Just keep riding. I was able to settle into a rhythm and apart from stopping for fresh bottles I was able to just keep lapping until dark. The lap times were steady; 1:33, 1:25, 1:27, 1:38, 1:48.Willo passed me couple of times with Tinker about an inch from his wheel. He did say some nice things about CORC rider and “go willo” was my cry in reply. Other folks were saying "go Aussie" to me and more stuff about Canberra. The CORC gear was a good choice as the other Aussie all knew were I was from.
Saturday: race time around 08:30...
Starting to get tired and the constant climbing was getting tough. Time to get the lights on and keep turning. I opted to run the six hour batteries with the idea I could change for the last part of the night. Marcello (Thomas’s mechanic) sorted the battery on the bike and gave the chain a quick oil. He’s one calm guy which makes such a difference when you’re getting worked up about riding. The course wasn’t really much harder at night. But I did manage to mix the
lights up and had wide angle lamp on my head and beam on the bars which sorted of made the single track a little trickery. Something to get right next time (this is first time I’ve thought there might be a ‘next time’).Saturday: race time around 10:00...
It was really dark, I was tried and it had been rain raining really hard. They was sh*t in my face and was getting it in my eyes and mouth. The tyres were glagging up; Kenda’s good in the dry - sh*t with
a cherry on top in the wet. The rooty descents had turned nasty and I was walking most of the climbs and some of more demanding downs. Better to be in one piece then smashed into a tree. This was also the time where my guts started to play up; too much goo, sport drinks and pain killers. I had heart burn and wanted to chuck. Things were starting to go pear shaped.Saturday: race time sometime in the witching hour...
The course just seemed to be endless goop. I was struggling to walk the ups but I was still OK on the downs. Sometime around 2AM the body decided some protest action was called for and I was forced to endure a “sit in” at the top of a particularly nasty (walking) climb. There was some strong negotiation between management and the labour and after about 20 minutes just sitting by the trail watching the race go by we all went back to work. All I needed to was get back to pit area this was getting ridiculous.
More in part two...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Post race pain...
It's 19:30, I've had shower and a snooze. Popped out to town for ice cream! Time for a quick race report.
It was brutal...
There was heaps of climbing, really technical descents, and several sever thunder storms around 10 PM last night turned most of the course into a massive mud bath. I was going strong till around 3 PM and was riding steadily with around 10 minutes break between laps. During lap 8 it went pear shaped, my body had protest at the top of the first major climb and I was forced to conduct an "unofficial sit-in besides"the trail! I think I got the food/drink wrong and without a knowledgeable support crew it was impossible to get back on track. I did manage to get back out on the trail around 6:30 AM and manage another two laps. But I was staggering most of the way and grinding along slight inclines in granny.
So how did I do?
The Unofficial results are up. So the age group winner was 60km ahead, 3rd place was only a lap up, and there was probably only minutes separating the rest of us on 10 laps. So all in all I think I performed well. I'll post a more detailed race report some time tomorrow...
It was brutal...
There was heaps of climbing, really technical descents, and several sever thunder storms around 10 PM last night turned most of the course into a massive mud bath. I was going strong till around 3 PM and was riding steadily with around 10 minutes break between laps. During lap 8 it went pear shaped, my body had protest at the top of the first major climb and I was forced to conduct an "unofficial sit-in besides"the trail! I think I got the food/drink wrong and without a knowledgeable support crew it was impossible to get back on track. I did manage to get back out on the trail around 6:30 AM and manage another two laps. But I was staggering most of the way and grinding along slight inclines in granny.
So how did I do?
The Unofficial results are up. So the age group winner was 60km ahead, 3rd place was only a lap up, and there was probably only minutes separating the rest of us on 10 laps. So all in all I think I performed well. I'll post a more detailed race report some time tomorrow...
Friday, July 25, 2008
Before the race...
This will possibly be my last post before the race. Today I've got to; sort out the gear, do the shopping including finding some Larson UST tyres somewhere, charge the lights, and double tipple check everything is ready to go.
More on the trail...
The course has a couple of twists on the typical 24 hours routes. First of all it longer, being 20 km. This is made up of a 15 km loop for all racers then just before the end the soloist branch of for another 5 km of more ****ing climbing and mainly fire road. The extra length might be a good thing as it will mean less opportunity (temptation) to spend time in the pits. There a few points where they make use of the bridges left from the Olympic Nordic ski course to allow the course to cross over it's self at several points. Just adds to that heightened sense of disdisorientation! What else, I've already mentioned the seemingly endless climbing. There is also a small 'wall' of almost unridable near vertical fire trail. This will defiantly be a walker, even while I was fresh during the ride yesterday it was impossible.
A couple of things from the official site...
They're blogging the race http://24adrenalinlive.blogspot.com/
And from the Course Map WSC 2008
The 2008 course will feature a great mix of climbing (37%), descending (43%) and flats (23%). The length of the course is ~ 20 km or 12.25 miles, including a solo only section of nearly 5 km. A feed-zone right in the middle of the solo course, while not a true figure eight it does provide a perfect support opportunity for riders. The Feed-zone is located a 3 to 5 minute walk from the solo pits. Total elevation gain per lap approximately 2,100 ft.
More on the trail...
The course has a couple of twists on the typical 24 hours routes. First of all it longer, being 20 km. This is made up of a 15 km loop for all racers then just before the end the soloist branch of for another 5 km of more ****ing climbing and mainly fire road. The extra length might be a good thing as it will mean less opportunity (temptation) to spend time in the pits. There a few points where they make use of the bridges left from the Olympic Nordic ski course to allow the course to cross over it's self at several points. Just adds to that heightened sense of disdisorientation! What else, I've already mentioned the seemingly endless climbing. There is also a small 'wall' of almost unridable near vertical fire trail. This will defiantly be a walker, even while I was fresh during the ride yesterday it was impossible.
A couple of things from the official site...
They're blogging the race http://24adrenalinlive.blogspot.com/
And from the Course Map WSC 2008
The 2008 course will feature a great mix of climbing (37%), descending (43%) and flats (23%). The length of the course is ~ 20 km or 12.25 miles, including a solo only section of nearly 5 km. A feed-zone right in the middle of the solo course, while not a true figure eight it does provide a perfect support opportunity for riders. The Feed-zone is located a 3 to 5 minute walk from the solo pits. Total elevation gain per lap approximately 2,100 ft.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The event site now has rider profiles...
The 24 Hours of Adrenalin site now has profiles of racers. No photo's yet but they're going to take them at race rego. So you'll be able to check out how ugly the sport really is.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
One tough trail...
Just arrived in Bannf after two days of very solid driving; Canada is a big place. Meet up was Megan and Thomas (from the NZO) in the Bannf YMCA. All very friendly and it is always nice to meet some more racers from the same side of the world!
After checking in I headed over to Cannmore to do a lap of the coarse. Everything the other bloggers have been saying is true; this is one tough trail. There is a lot of climbing most of it is just plain long and hard work but some is also technical and steep. Worst of all, most of the descending is either over rooty trails or straight down loose shial fire roads. I predict they'll be plenty of offs. Hopefully, "I'll get see the carnage rather than being the carnage" so to speak.
I've tried to capture a few snaps to give some idea of the trails, not great but...
After checking in I headed over to Cannmore to do a lap of the coarse. Everything the other bloggers have been saying is true; this is one tough trail. There is a lot of climbing most of it is just plain long and hard work but some is also technical and steep. Worst of all, most of the descending is either over rooty trails or straight down loose shial fire roads. I predict they'll be plenty of offs. Hopefully, "I'll get see the carnage rather than being the carnage" so to speak.
I've tried to capture a few snaps to give some idea of the trails, not great but...
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Made it and still alive after hitting the radness of the North Van
Well I made it through the flight here; geeps it was a long one. I end up sitting just behind John (with the busted wrist). The famous Jason English was also on the same flight; resplendent in a BMC shirt. There was also another guy from Dirty Works. While I was waiting to collect my bike at the over sized baggage collection I meet a NZ girl off to race some rounds of the down hill world cup. Any more mountain bikers and we could have chartered the plan!
Yesterday I put the bike together. Today I headed for the hills to
check out some fabled North Shore. Sh*t it's scary stuff. I did find a ridable XC trail. While I was doing this I meet some Slovenian guys who said this particularly black dimond run (PINGU) was ridable on a XC bike. Like hell it was; a fair bit of it was hard to walk down. Halfway down I meet a Canadian and downhilling Aussie chick. They both thought my style was hilarious and pressured me into putting my seat down; it still didn't help. I did make it down but I managed to double pinch flat on the front. I also saw the arse end of a black bear running
into to the woods. And on the home run I meet a Canada guy who'd spend 6 years living in Sydney. So it was an adventures day.
Off to find some beers (and not bears)...
Yesterday I put the bike together. Today I headed for the hills to
check out some fabled North Shore. Sh*t it's scary stuff. I did find a ridable XC trail. While I was doing this I meet some Slovenian guys who said this particularly black dimond run (PINGU) was ridable on a XC bike. Like hell it was; a fair bit of it was hard to walk down. Halfway down I meet a Canadian and downhilling Aussie chick. They both thought my style was hilarious and pressured me into putting my seat down; it still didn't help. I did make it down but I managed to double pinch flat on the front. I also saw the arse end of a black bear running
into to the woods. And on the home run I meet a Canada guy who'd spend 6 years living in Sydney. So it was an adventures day.Off to find some beers (and not bears)...
Friday, July 18, 2008
All ready making friends
I just meet another Aussie heading over to the Worlds; he was just in front of me at the Air Canada check-in. The bike helmet was a bit of a give away so I introduced myself. When I went to shake John's hand he announced that he had broken it a couple of days ago in a road riding accident. So we did that sort of odd left-hand shake thing that never really works.
Apparently he's still going to race - that's tough!
Apparently he's still going to race - that's tough!
Only 6 hours to depature...
Spent most of the day knoodling over the packing. Why does simple stuff like throwing some cycling gear in a bag take so long?
Anyhow, it's the witching hour and that means 6 and bit hours before I fly out from Canberra. Over and out...
Anyhow, it's the witching hour and that means 6 and bit hours before I fly out from Canberra. Over and out...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Get a Twitter account so you too can get instant updates…
While I was setting up the Blog I also got a Twitter account. Twitter is a free microblogging service that lets subscribers send & receive short text messages. I’m going to try to use this to get sendout some rapid updates of my adventures. In Canada and the USA the SMS feature is free so hopefully someone at the race will be able to send those “@rse is fine - still riding” type of instant updates that you all want know about. And if you subscribe to Twitter these will be automatically forwarded onto your mobile via SMS.
OK enough hype: now the details.
- www.twitter.com
- My id is “zippy2000”
All very Web2.0...
Off to bust my *rse in Canada...
Today is my last day at work before heading to Canada for the World 24 Hour Solo championships. Using my last evening usefully I thought I’d put this blog together. I’ll be at moooooooooooom’s place tomorrow packing and flying out on Saturday morning – yeah to the 06:45 flights.
A quick overview of the itinerary:
- Get up extra early Saturday 19th and wrestle with domestic international transfer thing.
- Fly to Vancouver and spend a couple of days hanging out. Hopefully I’ll get to check out some of the north shore radness.
- Leaving on Monday and taking a couple of days to head over to Banff.
- I plan to arrive in Banff on the Thursday; this gives me a couple of days to meet up with the other racers, rego for the event and pre-ride the course.
- The big race is on Sat 26th & Sun 27th.
- I’ll then spend a few days recovering in Banff before heading back to Vancouver and flying home on the 31st.
For more details on the actual race www.24hoursofadrenalin.com - follow the link to the “World Championships”. I'm in the 35-39 age group. I’m not sure if this site will have live updates during the race. However, I’m trying to sort out some sort of SMS or microblogging so I can get a live race update out. I’ve got a vision of someone firing off hourly SMS messages: “He’s not in last place – @rse is not bleeding – all is good”. Also www.cyclingnews.com often has race reports of major USA MTB events so keep your eyes on the site (it will be somewhere in between the stories of Cadel wining the Tour)
I’ll be checking the hotmail regularly during the trip. And it would be really great if you wanted to fire me the odd messages of support. I'll try and keep you posted with interesting stories of my adverntures!
And finally, the other great news is a couple of nice Canadians have offered to help me out during the race. So say hi to Mark & Frances for London (Canada)!
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