Jeremy was nearly comatose when he collected his medal after completing a grueling 115 miles (by himself) in "just" 11 hours and 38 minutes. Endurance racing is bad enough on a good day, but this race day brought a monsoon during the third lap which turned the single track into a flowing river...with water up to the rear hubs in some parts of the trail.
And then it stopped.
But THEN, the progressive laps by hundreds of riders quickly turned the river into first a muddy slip n' slide, and finally to a trek of peanut buttery, cementy, quick sandy, SLUDGE. At least my team was comprised of three other dudes, with four people total sharing the energy sucking burden, yet we still complained of being tired and spent after two laps each. Well, Edge plowed through the morning,
afternoon, and night...
...never taking a break except for brief stops every transition to replenish his stock of liquid food. By the end of the night, he had quite a crowd at the finish line awaiting his return from his tenth and final lap, when he emerged from the darkness looking like a mine shaft rescue:
At the end of the epically long day, Jeremy was still able to stand up just long enough to accept his award without falling over. And for those of you wondering, he owed his big win to his snappy new haircut.
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