As I prepared for the Dirty Kanza, I did nearly everything right. Hell, I am not perfect. I followed a plan written by a pro, I ran, lifted at the gym, took a sledgehammer and destroyed a tire, ate a vegeatrian diet, foam rolled religiously, AND rode my bike. I wanted to complete this race and even had a goal of 17 hours in mind, two hours better than 2012.
With the race behind me, I can't help but be a little miffed. I worked my ass off, so much so my bibs were too big and i had to change them out after 100 miles. I grunted, sweated, was sore and pushed more. I endured the cold, the snow, the rain, the fuggin' wind everyday. With one goal in mind. Kick the DK200 in the ass.
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I am miffed because I know my hubby didn't really do shit and finished right along side of me. Sorry honey, you did do some paddles, and rode your bike a total of 200 miles as training for this race. Don't get me wrong, I am so proud of you for ballin' it out with me. So proud of you for finishing such a brutal race. I am completely miffed as to how this happens though....... ANYONE????
**** I am finding myself very long winded about this race so my posts will come in parts. You should go buy a 12 pack of Pabst and settle in when one pops out. That race was an experience and not just because of the wind. I reunited with some Kansas girlfriends and made many new friends along the way. The cool thing is, I saw a bunch of them the day after. We got to give handshakes and hugs. You NEVER forget the people you meet at the DK. I missed Chad, Clyde, and Dan this year. Let's do a reunion tour in 2014!