I am tired and have some aches and pains, but as I write this, I'm lying in my tent fighting sleep on the eve of the last stage of the '17 Cape Epic... and I'm still racing.
The few days has seen coolers temps, and some sweet track for me to ride. I've been enjoying the riding as much as I can with out Evan, and it's apparent in the fact that my stage times are dropping.
Today's assault of the mighty Groenlanberg, a 9km route rising 600m, was good for me. My okay. legs felt great and the climb was made even better by a tailWINd. Getting off the mountain; however, was painful. Rough and rocky, my low back and hands took a beating. The winds came and went but my legs were always there.
I was expecting an 8-9 hour day today, but feeling great for most of the stage, I felt I should give the suitable climbs a go. With about 25km Togo, I actually did some racing. I pressed the pace, and would you know it, I could still turn a good speed.
I crossed the line today in 7:14, we'll below my expectations!
Tomorrow is the last hurrah. 85km w/ on 1350m of climbing. It's not a given, but the end is near.
It sure takes a village! The supper Evan and I have been getting is literally overwhelming at times. Thank you all so much for the cheers and support!
Good night, and here's to a "lekker" stage tomorrow.