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Hier ein Eintrag eines früheren Teilnehmers aus der TABR Facebook Gruppe, der ganz gut zeigt worum es geht — es ist ein Ringen mit sich selbst:
„They are about a week into the racing. The great shot of adrenalin from the start has warn off. You miss it. The fatigue sets in. I think my saddle sores were the worst at one week. Most (not all) racers had them. Mine were quarter size open wounds. The first 5 minutes in the saddle every morning was one of intense pain. Then I would just get numb. Your dirty. You stink. Things that mattered before you don't give a rip about. The sores did get better but never went away. At 7 days in my performance was not what I had intended. I was depressed and raw, and tired beyond description. My military training told me to STOP and get my shxx together or I would fail. I took a day in Lolo to rest and think my way out of the box. You have no time to really think when you are on the bike. I know my wife couldn't understand that. It's not like any other bike ride. You are constantly calculating and recalculating as conditions and events change. Will I make it to this next town in time to resupply? There was a lock on that water hydrant where is the next one? That hotel is full where will I stay? I don't think I can make it to my intended destination now what? I'm low on water, real low, WTH am I going to do. Should I ride in this on coming storm or should I find cover. (Most of you know I almost met my creator save for the kind trail angles in Rosalia.) If I stall for the storm then where will I sleep tonight? At 1,000 miles in you realize that the toll of the race is much more than you anticipated. And for me the thought of 3,200 more miles was a weight I've never in my life felt. I mean it was 2 ton heavy. And I knew if I did not eliminate this massive mental weight Yorktown would never be made. So in Lolo I came up with a new game plan. The night before plan 3 way points. 1) Long perfect day 2) Good day 3) Bad day. This preplanning helped me deal with bailing out early if it was a necessity. Then I came up with my own personal rule to deal with the 3,200 mile monster. "Can I bike today so that I can bike tomorrow?" "If I just put two days together over and over I'll make it!" When I left Lolo I was still dog axx tired but my mind was free of the monster. I'm with every one of these riders on the course. My heart and spirit cheer for them. Some times I cry for them. It's a great great wonderful ride but it's also a gauntlet that most people have never experienced and never will. I pray everybody no matter how far they go stays safe.“
„They are about a week into the racing. The great shot of adrenalin from the start has warn off. You miss it. The fatigue sets in. I think my saddle sores were the worst at one week. Most (not all) racers had them. Mine were quarter size open wounds. The first 5 minutes in the saddle every morning was one of intense pain. Then I would just get numb. Your dirty. You stink. Things that mattered before you don't give a rip about. The sores did get better but never went away. At 7 days in my performance was not what I had intended. I was depressed and raw, and tired beyond description. My military training told me to STOP and get my shxx together or I would fail. I took a day in Lolo to rest and think my way out of the box. You have no time to really think when you are on the bike. I know my wife couldn't understand that. It's not like any other bike ride. You are constantly calculating and recalculating as conditions and events change. Will I make it to this next town in time to resupply? There was a lock on that water hydrant where is the next one? That hotel is full where will I stay? I don't think I can make it to my intended destination now what? I'm low on water, real low, WTH am I going to do. Should I ride in this on coming storm or should I find cover. (Most of you know I almost met my creator save for the kind trail angles in Rosalia.) If I stall for the storm then where will I sleep tonight? At 1,000 miles in you realize that the toll of the race is much more than you anticipated. And for me the thought of 3,200 more miles was a weight I've never in my life felt. I mean it was 2 ton heavy. And I knew if I did not eliminate this massive mental weight Yorktown would never be made. So in Lolo I came up with a new game plan. The night before plan 3 way points. 1) Long perfect day 2) Good day 3) Bad day. This preplanning helped me deal with bailing out early if it was a necessity. Then I came up with my own personal rule to deal with the 3,200 mile monster. "Can I bike today so that I can bike tomorrow?" "If I just put two days together over and over I'll make it!" When I left Lolo I was still dog axx tired but my mind was free of the monster. I'm with every one of these riders on the course. My heart and spirit cheer for them. Some times I cry for them. It's a great great wonderful ride but it's also a gauntlet that most people have never experienced and never will. I pray everybody no matter how far they go stays safe.“