So last weekend I headed out to Comfort, Texas for the Miles of Discomfort Marathon. Having talked to other riders, I figured I was in for a fun race on a great course. As it turned out, I got spanked a great course with horrible conditions. On Thursday morning, they received a bit of rain and the temperature dropped significantly. When I arrived on Saturday I noticed a general lack of mud, Awesome. I forgot to take into account the freezing temperature.
The race started and the trail was in relatively good condition. Then 11:00 AM rolled around and brought his friend Above Freezing Temps. UGH. My bike took a cue from me and gained about 15 pounds. The drive trained packed full of mud and I could have planted a rather successful garden in my rear triangle. This was all before I finished the first Lower Loop. As I came around I noticed a lot of people standing around since they already called it quits. At first I thought they were weak. Then I did the Upper Loop and realized they were smart. My bike gained even more weight and my rear wheel stopped moving. I finished that loop and called it quits. In the end 2/3rds dropped out. I have an amazing amount of respect for anyone who finished. I do, however, question their sanity.
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