Well that was hardship. Got lost somewhere after the mast and almost joined in with trevor and cian but decided to go back and do it the right way.
totally misjudged the water and like so many others ran out about 10km from the second feed station, dehydrated and dillusional and even got an attack of the tourettes.
felt like f***ing the bike over the edge. Got it back together and carried on to the 2nd feed station. Refill bottles and headed up for the final descent,
I let tom lead the way on the final descent and gave it my best shot to keep up with him, can only describe it as falling with style
. Got down in one peice and somehow had forgotten the previous 6 hours of pain. Maybe Da Cooley triller should be renamed ( Child birth experince for men ).
Roll on next week for more of the same.
