|(Growing up and visiting grandparents close by, I always look forward to seeing the horse head in the mountain, as he is looking straight at you. Can you see it?)|
Guys are coming in, and you don't see your man. You figure they passed him, so you start asking, "Have you seen our guy?"
"Yeah, he's coming, just back a bit."
Good. He wasn't dead. And he was still moving. A few minutes more passed, and from over the bump in the road Rich appeared.
|(The body tells the tale.)|
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Man, I've NEVER had cramps like that before!" Rich replied.
Turns out Rich started up the climb with a group of guys, and was going strong. Then, as it often does, your legs express their frustration in loud, painful shrieks of agony that they've had it. A guy came up to Rich and congratulated him on such a strong ride. He mentioned how he was almost startled with the volume in which Rich yelled out when the first sudden cramp made its appearance.
"I knew that wasn't good," the guy stated.
With all that said, our team was actually the 7th in of the teams that started at the 7:00 am start time. Rich's legs were sure to point out that he didn't leave anything out there, he had put it all on the line. About 18 minutes later Matt finished the 54 mile Leg 1, and Bob took up the race for Team 2.
|(Matt giving Bob the high five exchange while Mike moved the time chip to Bob's ankle.)|
Now, this much we knew and had planned for. Rich would push it and likely put a little time into Matt on Leg 1. With that in mind, Bob and Paul switched teams at the last minute as Bob had done the most training leading up to Rockwell and was riding very strong. We knew he would be able to eat into any deficit that his team might have, and because Bob has trained his mind to completely tune out his body when it screams for rest and relief, he could possibly blow the whole race wide open. (That stated, on a race like this, we knew any number of issues related to riders getting sick or tired, getting a flat or having any other mechanical problems, could greatly change the outcome for either team, and would dash all hopes of the teams staying together.) We wanted to stay together, but were not at the point that we were going to wait for one another. The way the teams were stacked, we figured each team needed to ride their own race.
The question became, just how much time would Bob pull back? 10 minutes? All of it? More? After sticking around waiting for Team 2, we loaded up and sought out for Paul. He had been riding for about half an hour and the day was quickly warming up.
|(Here was Paul, pluggin' away)|
Here, I must point out, I did NOT want Bob to catch Paul. While it would have been nice to have a carrot to chase if Mike was out on Leg 3 a few minutes before me, I knew that he would be hard to catch, and I wanted to give Darin a head start on Leg 4 as he had a steep climb right out of the gate that I had built up in his mind to be like climbing out of the Grand Canyon.
So we encouraged Paul along the ride. He simply kept smiling and kept pedaling. Bob was pushing to catch Paul and was continually eating away at our lead.
|(Paul coming through a cut out in the mountain 37 miles into his leg.)|
|(Bob on the hunt for Paul!)|
|(The descent before the final climb.)|
|(Bob shaving time on the final climb!)|
|(Looking back to see if I Bob was in sight. Also, looking out for cars. I'm such a safe rider.)|
Now, I was HIS carrot to chase. But by how much!?
???...to be continued...