Yes, it's that cool.
Saturday. Get up early, drive thirty minutes up the road and meet the rest of the race crew. I spent most of the day getting my stuff ready for the next day, then the rest of the time I was out on the course to make sure everything was safe and the marshal points were marked. It was hard work, but at least I was on my bike.
I ended up staying late, not getting home until 9:00 p.m. That wouldn't have been to bad normally but I had to get up even earlier the next day.
Sunday. Race day. The alarm went off a little before 6:00 a.m., which for some reason seems extra early on a Sunday. I roll into Fisher Farm right at 7:00 a.m. and immediately started making new friends.
I was still sorta asleep when I got there, but the 32 ounces of high octane coffee I drank finally kicked in and I was suddenly full of energy.
Radios. I haz. ALL OF THEM. Photo cred: Mike L.
The first race doesn't go off until 9:30 a.m., but I was crazy busy getting my stuff together. A big part of my day was training the course marshals...
Before I knew it, my folks were out on the course and the waves of racers started going out. I was busy communicating with my peeps on the radio, and the only "action" I saw all day was mostly from a distance.
Another long day. It was successful though. We're making history here in North Carolina and I'm happy to be a part of it. After the awards and all that, we broke the course down and reflected on what we'd all accomplished.
And then I found a whole tray of pickles among the leftover foodz.
Which I promptly gave to Eastwood...
Because he loves pickles more than blogging (which he used to do once upon a time.)
What an awesome weekend. I'm still tired from it. And I wouldn't change that for anything.
Luckily we have another one coming up in less than two weeks. Maybe I write another blog post before then. Maybe I don't