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Wednesday, 13 Jun 07
Jumper Megan Michelson, a columnist for Tahoe World and assistant managing editor at Outside magazine, has quite the tale to tell about insanity – hers. This is her blow-by-blow of the mountain bike race at the Teva Mountain Games in Vail, Colo. (Photo of a badass Megan, right, in a Jackson watering hole a month or so before she undergoes the ultimate humbling athletic experience.)
"I’m crawling up a rocky singletrack, already in my granny gear," writes Megan in the Tahoe World. "Climbing at 10,000 feet, my lungs are aching almost as badly as my quads. As I round each switchback, I’m hoping, even praying, that it’ll flatten out — or better yet, descend.
But it doesn’t. It keeps going up, endlessly.
Out of nowhere, a biker comes up behind me, moving steadily. I can hear his breath getting louder. He’s racing for a hefty cash prize, so I quickly get off my bike and step out of his way. He’s wearing an orange and white jersey and he has a goatee.
I recognize his face before I realize who it is: Floyd Landis, 2006 winner of the Tour de France who’s famously awaiting rulings on doping charges.
“Nice job,” he grunts to me on his way by. Standing in the bushes on the side of the trail, I’m humiliated, shocked, and slightly star struck. I try to mutter something back but before I can think of anything sharp or witty to say, he’s gone, a ghost around the next bend.
The name alone should have deterred me from signing up for the race: The Ultimate Mountain Challenge.
Sounds like something designed for grizzled men who eat raw eggs for breakfast."
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Megan gets massacred in the grizzled men's race
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Jumper Megan Michelson, a columnist for Tahoe World and assistant managing editor at Outside magazine, has quite the tale to tell about insanity – hers. This is her blow-by-blow of the mountain bike race at the Teva Mountain Games in Vail, Colo. (Photo of a badass Megan, right, in a Jackson watering hole a month or so before she undergoes the ultimate humbling athletic experience.)
"I’m crawling up a rocky singletrack, already in my granny gear," writes Megan in the Tahoe World. "Climbing at 10,000 feet, my lungs are aching almost as badly as my quads. As I round each switchback, I’m hoping, even praying, that it’ll flatten out — or better yet, descend.
But it doesn’t. It keeps going up, endlessly.
Out of nowhere, a biker comes up behind me, moving steadily. I can hear his breath getting louder. He’s racing for a hefty cash prize, so I quickly get off my bike and step out of his way. He’s wearing an orange and white jersey and he has a goatee.
I recognize his face before I realize who it is: Floyd Landis, 2006 winner of the Tour de France who’s famously awaiting rulings on doping charges.
“Nice job,” he grunts to me on his way by. Standing in the bushes on the side of the trail, I’m humiliated, shocked, and slightly star struck. I try to mutter something back but before I can think of anything sharp or witty to say, he’s gone, a ghost around the next bend.
The name alone should have deterred me from signing up for the race: The Ultimate Mountain Challenge.
Sounds like something designed for grizzled men who eat raw eggs for breakfast."
READ THE REST OF THIS TALE ...
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