Every year it's the same. I call or visit Hillene two days before she embarks on the famed Leadville 100 (+3) mountain bike race. The object of the call or visit is to be a cheerleader of sorts -- to pump her up and tell her to kick some serious "A." Being as 100 (+3) miles on a bicycle at around 11,000 feet is very difficult, the days before this race need some serious cheerleading. I'm one of the most talented cheerleaders in all of the land, so naturally I feel an obligation to spread my cheerleading talent.
Every year it's the same. I call Hillene. And every year the conversation get's flipped into this "Rabid! You need to do Leadville." Every year. I'm not kidding. And every year I spill my guts about how I'm slow. And timid. And lack bike skills. And have no one to train with. And on and on and on...
The biggest reason, however, is the duration of this bike race. I'd be lucky to finish it under 12 hours. The longest I've ever spent on a bike was three hours -- and that was because I got lost. Folks, my taint just ain't built for 12 hours on a bike.
It just 'tain't.