Walking up another mountain – the gravel doesn’t flow.

Kicks me in the balls and head – and those who see they know.

The grade it grinds, my soul my mind – so mindlessly I toil.

Buoyed up by my selfless crew – their energy on boil.

Some pizza here, some Red Bull there – somehow the miles pass.

Gotta make the finish line – fo’ I run out of gas. 

As usual, it has been awhile since my last Ultra piece. This one starts, just as the second day is wrapping up. Because the seat on my Scott Foil was set too low, I buggered up my right knee. Because I waited too long to sign up for my post-bike massage, I waited two hours to eat anything of [...]