My wife Carrie helped you score the free jawbones, so I’m requesting one of the sweet camelback waterbottles. I would love to ride with you guys today but logistis are not in my favor. Best of luck to you tomorrow and give Lance a run for his money…
You know, I’m getting more and more optimistic about your chances, Fatty. I mean, really, you’ve done this race enough times now—you have a base of cumulative fitness to draw from. You shouldn’t have to put in a million 12-hour rides just to have a good performance anymore. Couple that with the fact that aerobic fitness can be stimulated pretty easily over a two or three-hour ride and the fact that, hey, I’ve been cheering you on for nearly four straight years now, and there’s only one inevitable conclusion:
It’s your year. It’s your time. It’s the real thing. You can’t, you won’t, you don’t stop!
Hey Fatty good luck tomorrow! Don’t know if you’re a Jimmy Buffet fan but any chance Leadville is the same Leadville from Jimmy’s “Incommunicado”? It goes like this…”I think I’ll ride into Leadville and have a few beers”. Hope you’ve got enough left after the race to live like Jimmy! Kick ass!