After finishing last year's Colorado Trail Race, I swore I was done. That was my speed limit. If the record got broken, I'd consider going back, but until that happened, I had other things to do. That being said, I had a hard time sitting out this year's version. The whole week was a battle between the rational brain and irrational with the rational brain saying that there's no way I could race the way I'd want to, in a sub five day fashion, while the irrational side said that if I really wanted to, I could.
Watching all my friends traverse the state was awesome though. Chris' ride blew me away. I knew he had a fast ride in him if he was healthy, but he was anything but healthy going into the thing. I honestly thought I'd be picking him up in Leadville with the way he was hacking up his lungs the days before the race. Watching Cat's dot race across the map had me on the edge of my seat checking my phone multiple times a day, analyzing the mistakes I had made last year. Two hours in the BV grocery store? Really, Ez, that was a screw up. Nearly two hours in Silverton eating burritos with Jarral? That could have been cut out. The double nap on Los Pinos Pass? Could caffeine have cured that? And Jefe's ride was nothing short of amazing.
It got me thinking, was five days and five and a half hours really my speed limit? I was wrecked when I finished, but maybe I could shave an hour off. Maybe two. Maybe 5 and a half. Maybe I couldn't.
Chris told me I should go for the Triple Crown: AZT 750, TD, and CTR. While it's not in the cards for 2013, it got the wheels spinning. Now that would be a summer to remember.