Chickleta - My SBRing and other Adventures

“And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.” (Genesis 1:5) . Yes, I’m being a little biblical here, not only because the race setting warrants that. But also because there was almost no day II, and imagine what the world would look like without day two?   Timna Park (Gali - thanks for the photo) As it turned out, the blood donation that I left to the desert on Stage I (if you missed that post - here is the link Samarathon Part I ) was a little more serious than it looked like at first. By late afternoon, I could barely stand on my leg or bend my knee, which by then was nicely swollen. I was questioning being able to ride in Stage II. Thanks to the help of a few new friends (special thanks to Moran, Rami and Nimi), I was lucky enough to have woken up in less pain, so despite a rainy night and a very early wake up, I decided to give it a try. Although, I must admit that the thought of crawling back to bed did cross my mind.    Good morning...

Imagine the following movie scene: bullets are flying. Explosions. Loud music. The camera focuses onto the heroine. (then in slow motion) She is sliding down trying to avoid the bullets. Her entire life flashes before her eyes and then the screen goes to black. This is how my Leadville 2017 race almost came to an end (well, minus the bullets and explosions, of course).   Now, back to Leadville. Yes, this race is anything but easy, and probably that’s part of what makes it so special. So here is my 2017 story (you should also read Kate’s post for the full story - link below): For Kate’s post - click here . For Part I of this post - click here . One of my favorite views on the course Saved by the bell    Pre-race jitters. We all have them; and it’s what we do with them that makes the difference. This year, I was doing my best to block them out as much as possible and relax. I guess I was doing such a good job on that Friday, that I literally m...