Race Reports

Race Report by Dave McCrimmon

Well I have been looking forward and dreading this race all year. Since I didn't race much last year and basically just got fat, I decided I needed a year of basic torture. How else should I do this except by planning a year of extended base training. If one is going to do this, one should have a goal. Well I decided to focus my training on the Cascade Cream Puff 100. I started my recovery from Fatdom in September. One can quickly jump from the archives of inactivity to full on insanity but that typically has a short shelf life. I decided instead to take it slow by doing some running and lifting. Eventually doing some dieting and riding. My rides got longer in December. I tested my strength in January doing a few Crit races. Things seemed to be moving forward but then my mind reminded me of how painful my last CCP experience had been. I decided to hire a coach to help me really get in shape. After some interviews, I found Roger Rintala of Wenzel Coaching. He helped me put a program together that would meet my needs. This all started around the middle of March. He told me that I probably still didn't have enough time to really be ready for the CCP. So we planned a schedule that would have me do the CCP but try and peak for the Ultra 100 in Colorado. Enough of the back story, how did it go?

The CCP was awesome, it was truely amazing to standing at the line with 8 teammates (Hane, Ambrose, Job, Oellerich, Meyer, Sterlacci, Walden, & Henthorn).

Lap 1, The enjoyable Lap: Everyone was at the line and we are off. The first 3 miles is a controlled start so we are basically talking in a big group. We hit the climb and their off. Peter and I are basically riding together at a controlled pace. Everyone from TWW is in front of us. About half way up the climb I see Kathleen hammering away on her SS. Peter and I are still riding together and we pass her. Then nature calls and I need to stop. By the time I get back on my bike Kathleen had passed. A little ways up I run into Peter who had also used the time to take a leak. At the top of the climb we see Rich and Isaias. They are about 20 minutes up on Pete, Kat, and I. Peter and I continue on and its the last time I saw Kat on the bike. A few miles into the singletrack Peter lets me by and says he will follow my line. We road together for a little while longer. Half way through the descent I was all alone. I get to the bottom and Erin Ambrose helps me lube the chain and get me back out there.

Lap 2, The Lonely Lap: After riding by myself for the entire descent now I am climbing all by myself. The brain really starts messing with me. I kept asking myself, "what are you doing?", "Are you still having fun?", "you already have a finishers cap". Mentally I hadn't prepared for this race. In '01 I road as hard as I could and then just suffered through for the cap. Now I knew the pain and really wasn't wanting to go through it again. I keep pushing and try to block out my thoughts. The first lap I was spinning along smoothly, this lap I am using a bigger gear and using more muscle. I feel good but know I will pay. Finally at Aid 2 I see Paul Oellerich. I had no idea how far he was ahead of me. Turns out he was just leaving the aid station. He and I climbed together shortly, which was great for my mental state. I finally reach aid 3, yeah!! Only have to do that HELL climb one more Freaking time!!! I hit the singletrack and it hits back. There I am riding along and the next thing I know I am over the bars, sitting on the ground in a very ackward position. What the hell? I am on the flatest part of singletrack and nothing around but somehow I am on my head. That really took the wind out of my sails. Finally I reach the descent and proceed down while seeing virtually no one. With a mile to go I see a jersey, I am catching quickly. Then I realize its Rich Henthorn. I catch him and say hi. Absolutely no reply. I say, "How's it going Rich, its Dave." Still nothing. Then I realize he has headphones on, so I start screaming. Still no response. So I just sit in and wait. We get to a technical spot right before Aid 1 and Rich turns around and notices me. I say that I have been here for about a mile. He smiles, says something or other and continues on.

Lap 3, Ride with Drew: A quick stop in Aid 1 and Rich says, "See you later." I fully expected to see him on the climb motoring on by me. I catch a guy in the singletrack along the creek, he lets me by. It turns out to be Kat's friend Drew. We hit the climb virtually together. This helped out tremendously because I had someone to work with up the climb. There was many times on the climb that I felt spent but seeing Drew push on helped keep me going. For awhile I would lead and then he would lead, this lasted all the way to the top. At the 4 mile mark my feet started burning and aching. I pushed on but the pain is getting worse. At Aid 2 I stop and get some asprin. Drew motors on but I catch back up. I finally make it to Aid 3 and have some more asprin. Drew, myself, and 2 other people enter the singletrack together. We proceed to do the march of death up the singletrack wall. Drew and one of the others move ahead. Myself and a SS guy fall off. Finally it starts heading downward, I catch the lady Drew was riding with and then Drew. Descending into Aid 2 I catch and pass 2 singlespeeders (SS). The girl Drew was riding with and I are doing the final climb of the day, about 2 miles of singletrack. I ask her if she wants to pass and she says no. She starts telling me that this is the hardest 100 miler she has done. I leave her with that thought as the trail starts heading down. My feet are burning so much that I have to get off the bike and walk a little while. As I get back on the two SS catch and pass me. Finally I am into the last few miles of the course and I am just trying to stand on the pedals. I cross the finish line to the cheers of the TWW contingency, at 13:10. That is 1 hour and 30 minutes faster than 2001 and on a much harder course. Very cool!

We all hang out at the finish to cheer on the rest of the finishers. What a great feeling to be done!

Thanks to the awesome support crew of Jenny and Erin! Congratulations to all the TWW Participants. We had 9 starters and 8 finishers, wow.

Dave

Race Report by Kathleen Meyer

Soooo...if you guys are waiting for the final results before you write up your race reports, start writing. The list has been very quiet since Dave sent out his report.

The start...an awesome sight. 9 TWWer's lined up. One of the locals, Scott, took a pic of us just after Jenny finished taking a few of her own. Erin was there to wave us off too.

I stayed at aid station 2 until Jeff came through for his last lap. I was happy to see that he looked better than he had in the previous two years. Not due to more training but just the fact that the temperature didn't knock you flat on your face. As I started to head out one of the volunteers asked if I was going to take the trail down. I told him I had just been thinking that since Jeff had already gone through. Great choice.

At the finished it was fun to cheer everyone over the line. Bert (a local) came through with no jersey, just his white boxers with the red hearts on them. Dave McCrimmon looked fresh as a daisy, Frank looked beat but not as bad as Jason. Isais looked good considering he had to take several doses of motrin for his wrist. Jeff looked tired but pleased to finally have broken the 12 hour mark. Dave Ambrose looked happy too, even when he described Jeff passing him on the last lap. Paul looked thrilled to be done and promised to actually train for it next year. Rich looked finished and dirty while Peter looked finished but unnaturally clean. I had to wonder what he was cleaning off his legs with those baby wipes!

At the finish line all the twwer's waited until the last tww rider crossed the line. I also got to watch Jim Kellneher, Drew Jordan, Stella Carey, Lou Kobin and many others from the bay area cross the line. My friend Karen, determined not to DFL, crossed the line at 14:38. We had just left for dinner. Ron Driller set a new record (we think) for the 45+ crowd. His wife Dee and two kids, Tenaya (9) and Garret (7), were always nearby if you needed anything at aid station 2. I have known them for three years now. Anything you could need and they would be running to get it for you!

Best weather one could ask for. 75 degrees max. More starters than ever before, 129. 106 finished. I didn't finish but I hadn't planned it. 50 miles was enough. I had fun the last time down the single track, playing with the stack on my fork. The single speed was ok for Laguna Seca (not very technical) but I had been having issues on anything more technical. Eventually I took all the spacers from beneath the stem and placed them on top (basically I moved the stem lower). Now I am looking for a seat post to sit me a bit further back. I was so excited when I finally felt comfortable enough to let loose on the brakes. The Alpine Trail is fun!!!

Kathleen

PS first tandem even finished the puff 15 hours and 18 minutes. The stoker got the "special " hat. All finishers get a hat that says "finisher 2004" on the back. The stoker got a hat that says "DFLB Finished 2004" (DFL but...)

Race Report by Frank Walden

Well I have to say that this was the hardest race I have ever done, both mentally and physically. I have been looking forward to this for quite some time. Hearing all the stories of never ending climbs and singletrack descents that go on forever got me all stoked up. I went up early on Wednesday to spend some time with my dad, brother, and his family. We camped out at Black Canyon right on the river and spent some time fishing, rafting, and just exploring.

I had finished building my new Stumpjumper FSR on Saturday afternoon before we left and had all of one short ride on it. I tooled around the campground a little but never took any time to pre-ride the course. On Sunday morning I slept thru the alarm clock but luckily woke up at 4:30 AM. I made it to Westfir in time and was joined by the other TWW racers and crew. It was pretty cool to have so many of us there! The race started out with a 3 mile paced cruise behind the car and when we got to the dirt it was time to go. I didn’t have any idea of what the climb was like or how long so I just paced off the group that Jeff was in and settled in for the long haul. It didn’t take long to get bored to death with this so I picked up the pace a little and rode with Jeff for most of the 1st lap. Lap one was complete in about three and half hours.

On lap two I wasn’t able to keep Jeff’s pace on the climb and ended up riding with Isaias after he caught me. We stayed together for most of the way, including a rippin fast session on the final descent. That was some serious fun!! I am starting to feel the fatigue setting in and know that I need to pace myself if I want to finish strong. Lap two took a little over 4 hours.

By time I started lap three I knew that I had done some damage. I was struggling to keep pace on the climb and my back was killing me. I stopped a couple times to stretch the back muscles and continued on. By this time all I wanted to see was Aid #2. I knew if I got there then I could take a short rest and all would be good. Several times during the climb my legs just stopped working, kinda like running out of gas. I would look down and try to restart before coming to a complete stop. Finally I made it to Aid #2 and took a short break, filled my Camelbak, washed my face, and took some more Advil. I took off feeling much better and headed for Aid #3. Once I got there I knew that I could make it with out stopping anymore. I headed into the singletrack and grunted the long climb up. On the downhill sections I feel pretty good, only to be brought back to reality on the climbs. Dropping out at Aid #2 I motored on knowing the finish was somewhere in the near future. The singletrack descent was still fun, even in a slow motion daze. There were a couple close calls on the last few sections but I was able to get to the finish without any mishaps. It was so cool to see the TWW crew waiting at the finish, and I was so glad to get off the bike. I finished in 12:27, a little slower than I wanted but good for 15/27 in the Vet class, and 67/106 overall.

Would I do it again? Absolutely!! Early registration opens in January `05.

Thanks to all of you who made the trip up there memorable, to Jenny and Erin for the support, and to Isaias for helping me to keep pushing on. Big congratulations to all of you who endured the race and can proudly wear the finisher’s cap.

Teams Stats
Overall	Class	Name	        Time    Number  Class	       Team
51	8	Jeff Hane	11:41	V8	Vet	        TWW
53	19	David Ambrose	11:48	M24	Open Men	TWW
63	21	Isaias Job	12:08	M28	Open Men	TWW
67	15	Frank Walden	12:27	V32	Vet	        TWW
80	17	Dave McCrimmon	13:10	V21	Vet	        TWW
87	21	Paul Oellerich	13:28	V25	Vet	        TWW
92	23	Rich Henthorn	13:52	V7	Vet	        TWW
95	25	Peter Sterlacci	13:54	V22	Vet	        TWW

Race Report by Peter Sterlacci

The CCP came and went and while it was truly the most difficult event I have ever done it is well worth the physical and mental challenge. I do not plan on writing up a play-by-play of each of my laps. I am just happy as hell that I finished and even more pleased that I finished in under 14 hours (13:54 to be exact). I did not have any expectations of setting any records, and to me the fact that anyone can complete this event is in and of itself a major accomplishment. It was awesome seeing all the TWWers out there and thanks to all of them for waiting until all of us were across the finish line (sonsidering I was the last TWWer to finish)

I will definitely go back and do it again, but not next year -- 2006 for sure. When I signed up for the CCP I planned that it would be the end of my racing for the rest of the year and most likley next spring as well. It is time to raise a baby from September, so this is the next 'challenge' to face. 2004 was a good year for me on TWW considering I was planning to drop off the Hub at the beginning of the year. Enjoy the rest of the season.

Peter

Race Report by David Ambrose

I'm not quite sure where to start with such an incredible and epic weekend. Part of me wants to start at the beginning, back when en masse we all made the decision to ride the 'Puff. Some of us as returning masochists, and the rest of us not quite realizing what we were getting ourselves into. But to abbreviate a longer story, I'll start with Friday.

Erin and I met Paul and Jenny about 8am to load up the borrowed Suburban. Somewhere around 9:20am we had coffee and we were on the road in good spirits. With a lot of laughs and a little adventure on the trip up to Westfir we finally arrived many hours later at about 6:30pm. Just in time to pick up our race packets with the very cool number plates, socks, a waterbottle and t-shirt. The town was chalk full of mountain bikers there for the race, including a good number of TWW'ers and friends. We hooked up with Dave McCrimmon, Peter, Isaias and Jason and headed on over to a local taqueria for tasty grub and some beers.

Saturday eventually rolled around and the above mentioned crew met up at the Trailhead Cafe for breakfast before checking out and preriding the singletrack portion of the course. Dave and Peter would ride the new top portion of the course beyond Aid 3 while the rest of us took the singletrack back down to the bottom. What an incredible ride! The singletrack out there is just plain sweet and just goes and goes. The views are absolutely incredible. You can literally see for miles and miles out past layers of snowcapped mountainous silhouettes on the horizon, towering above fields of wildflowers, valleys and forest. Climbing a bit more than I think any of us CCP100 no0bs really expected, we just took our time checking out the trails and scenery. Later that evening we headed over to the racers meeting and dinner where we met up with the rest of TWW crew. Rich, Jeff, Kathleen, Frank, Dave, Peter, Isaias, JT, Paul, Jenny, Erin, myself and various acquaintances all there representin'.

After an early bed time Saturday, Erin and I got up Sunday morning at 4am to get ready for the race. We met up with Paul and Jenny to head over to the start area by the covered bridge. 5:30am finally decided to swing by and we were started off with the controlled/neutral start leading us to the climb up.

All week I had been dreading this climb I had been hearing so much about. Miles upon miles of fireroad, followed by more climbing on singletrack. So I just started out slow, pacing myself. During the first climb I could see Frank and Jeff up ahead about 50 yards and I very slowly crept up on them over about 10 miles finally passing them each at Aid 3, just before the singletrack.

Otherwise the first lap was pretty uneventful and the climb, although a heckuva grind, wasn't nearly as bad as I had dreaded. I made my way to Aid 1 where Erin and Jenny were both hanging out, helping and cheering everyone on. Erin had my fresh bottle waiting and filled my camelbak with water before seeing me off on the second lap.

The second time up to Aid 3 was a little easier going, but I took it a little more slowly anyway because I knew the climb up lap 3 would be a doozy. By this time, the spread was pretty good. As I readied to head back down to Aid 2 Isaias came up the fireroad to Aid 3. After some high-fives and encouraging words I turned around to see Jeff and JT popping up right behind me! D'oh! With a quickly shouted "Wuzzup!" I zooted on out of there before they could catch me.

The second time down was just plain rippin' fun. With only about a dozen passes the descent was flowing and fast. Miles and miles of sweet, narrow, winding singletrack lead us back down to Aid 1 again where I took a short break during which Jeff caught back up to me. Dangit! As he pulled into Aid 1 I motored on out of there into the riverside singletrack before the final climb up.

Early in the climb just a couple miles up, I looked over my shoulder to see Mr Hane creeping up on me and he passes me like a not-so-fresh breeze. The last climb up was a long one. I felt pretty energetic but the hamsters in my legs started to slow down considerably. I took my time, slowly grinding my way up and taking an occasional rest stop where I learned a valuable new skill; how to not pee on myself without dismounting. Power up!

Up and up and up past Aid 2 and on to Aid 3. I could feel someone breathing down my neck but I wasn't sure who it was. At Aid 3 the volunteers promised to tell the next TWW'er to come by that I was too far ahead and they would never catch me. On I pushed up the singletrack climb. On the third lap I only came across and passed maybe 5 people the entire way down the singletrack. Keeping an eye on the time I really pushed that final descent. I was cutting it close and I wanted to beat that 12 hour mark. It was probably my fasted time on the descent and surprising myself I cleaned every obstacle without stopping or dabbing. Finally at 11 hours and 48 minutes I hit the finish at the same time as the only guy racing a 'cross bike. We had been going back and forth the entire race. He'd pass me on the climb and I'd pass him back on the descent.

Old man Hane had collected his hat 7 minutes earlier. Next year, Jeff. Next year. ;)

I was very happy with my time. I had really wanted to break 12 hours as it would be a good way for me to compare to the previous weeks race. At the CCP100 I rode almost the same number of miles with almost twice as much climbing, but 7 minutes faster than my 12 Hours of Weaverville time. Cool! Maybe this means I can push a little harder in the next 12 hour race. We'll see.

50 guys originally signed up for the Open Men category. I'm not sure how many people actually started or how many DNF'd. But among the finishers I placed 19 of 30 in the Open Men. 53rd overall.

What an awesome weekend! I've got to once again thank my sweetheart for her support. Also a special thanks to the TWW CCP100 veterans who talked up this race and convinced us to head up there. An excellent race, so much fun. Painful. But very, very fun. It was great seeing such a big group of TWW'ers up there hanging out and racing together. Oh yeah baby!, can't wait for next year!

Congratulations to everyone! What a fun (and tough) freaking race!

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David Ambrose

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Race Report by Isaias Job

Cascade Cream Puff 100 mile mountain bike race
Westfir, Oregon
3 loops of 33 miles with 18000ft of climbing.
June 27th, 2004
http://www.puff100.com/race/results/results04.html

Prologue....
After I fractured my wrist in early May, I thought I was out of the race. However, after my visit to the doctor, I found out that it would take my wrist 8 weeks to heal. The weekend of the CCP would be the exactly 8 weeks. My hope began to grow. I knew I wouldn't be 100% by the race, but what the hell I thought it's 100 mile race, you have to pace yourself anyways.

And so I began my non-bike training program at the gym. I figured that if I could keep my cardio system in tact that I should be able to get back on the bike and resume cycling without too much pain. In the gym I did 1.5hrs of cardio work distributed on on the elliptical trainer, stairmaster thing, and stationary bike. I also threw in a few 2hr spinning classes to help work on my endurance and to keep me from going insane on those damn cardio machines.

I got my cast of June 3rd. With my cast off, I could actually grip the handelbars and so I went for my first road ride. No pain in my wrist, lungs felt decent and legs felt ok. After that I started cycling into work almost everyday. I slow began extending the length of my rides and even did my first ever road century (inlcuding a climb up Mt Diablo).

As the date of the CCP got closer and closer, I thought, I'd better ride some dirt to see if my wrist would be able to handle the constant vibration and bigger hits of off road riding. The date is now June 20th and it's been 1.5months off the dirt. I figure riding Skeggs will be a good test of my wrist's readiness for riding dirt. We rode for about 3.5 hrs and I made sure to hit some off the more rocky sections and my wrist felt pretty damn good. Now I felt truly ready to ride in the CCP....

TWW Presence In Oregon... We had the largest team at the CCP event, which was pretty cool, especially when we all lined up side by side on race day! It was great to hang out with all 9 of the TWW crew and some significant other who weren't racing. Trailhead Cafe rocks. Good food, coffee and beer and to top it off they have mountain bike mags in the bathroom...have I died and gone to heaven?

The Race:

Lap 1: I started really slow as I didn't really know how well my endurance had survived after 6 weeks off the bike and no super long rides. I monitored my heartrate and settled into a comfortable pace for the 17mile climb. The first climb was pretty uneventful, fairly easy at my pace, but definitely long. I thought to myself, "I'm supposed to do this 2 more time?"

Finally, I crest the climb into aid station 3 (AS3), I spot Dave Ambrose and say hello and as we are standing there chatting, Hane, and JT roll up. David says hey to everybody and quickly jumps on his bike to stay ahead of JT and Hane. Unfortunately, I was still about 20 minutes behind the lead TWW group. Aid station 3 was the intersection of a figure 8, so David and company were heading down as I was still on my way up. I can't rember exactly where it happened, but I met up with Rich near aid station 3 and we hit the single track together. We flowed up and down the singletrack, passing a few people. At some point Rich let me get by and I never saw him until the end of the race. As I made my way back to the AS3 transition, I saw McCrimmon and Peter crest the climb and shouted out hello and then proceed to almost run into Peter. The fatigue was beginning to set in already. I thought to myself, how in the hell am I supposed to do 2 more laps? And off I went into the singletrack for more climbing.

The rest of the lap was fairly unevntful, except for recurring thoughts of, " How in the hell am I supposed to do this 2 more time?" Eventually, I roll into Aid station one and Jenny and Erin help me refuel for lap 2. Big shout out to Erin for helping me rub sun screen on my right arm, as it would have taken me to long to take off my wrist brace and wristguard glove...I felt like such a dork for having to ask. Also, a big shout out to Jenny who gave me a push up the climb leaving aid station one...I felt like a pro rider in the Tour after a fall.

Lap 2: I take off from Aid Station 1 and hit the single track along the river to the climb. The single track is pretty sweet, but goes on forever. So much so that I thought I might have taken a wrong turn or something. However, I push on and entertain myself by whistling and singing. Finally, I hit the climb and settle into a comfortable pace.

Eventually, I roll into aid station 2 and am smiling from ear to ear. My main motivation to get to aid station 2 was the fact that my saddle was chaffing the hell out of my derrier and I was in dire need of chamosis butter. So, the folks at the aid station are asking if I need water, GU or food and I'm like, "please, does anybody have chamois butter!" Sure enough one of the volunteers had some...after sneaking off into the bushes to apply I came back and found Frank refueling. He offered me an Allieve and I was happy to take some as my wrist was already hurting just a bit. Frank took off up the hill and I finished up my task of replenishing my Hammer Gel and Endurolyte supply. I was happy to be almost half way done and I was feeling pretty good. I took off up hill intent on catching Frank. Once I did we chatted for a bit and then I picked up the pace and left Frank on the fireroad.

I began the descent to aid station 2 and my wrist was hurting pretty good. That one little Alleive was not doing the job. I was so happy to see aid station 2 again. I pulled in and was greeted by Jenny and Kathleen. I was nice to see familiar, supportive faces! They mentioned that I was doing good and I said thanks, but my wrist is killing me. At least I was smart enough to think ahead and I stashed some 600mg Dr prescribed Ibuprofins in our aid station 2 kit...whew! I popped a pill, some hammer gel and endurolytes and was on my way back down the mountain. I made my way back into the singletrack and was soon overcom with the urge to take a whiz. So I pulled over to take a quick whiz using the Ambrose-stay-on-the-bike-and-pee technique. As I was reflecting on the fact that I was actually going to finish the race, I turn and see Frank come zipping buy. Oh crap, I quickly hopped back on my bike and grabbed onto Frank's wheel. Frank and I descended the rest of lap 2 together and man were we flying. We were both hooping and hollering from the exhilaration of the rip roaring descent. By the time we got to the bottom and hit AS1, we were both invigorated from the awesome descent and ready to attack the 3rd and final climb.

Lap 3: As we were refueling, Jason rolled into AS1, got his stuff and took off. Frank followed and I took my time as I knew climb 3 was going to be agony, both mentally and physically. Before I knew it I caught up with Frank and I shouted, "don't you hate when gravity works against you!" We rode together for a good while and eventually caught up with Jason. I knew something must be wrong as Jason is a pretty strong climber. Sure enough he wasn't feeling too hot and soon pulled over to the side of the fireroad. He said he was just feeling beat and the heat was affecting him. I offered him some Endurolytes which he gladly accepted and then after making sure he was OK, Frank and I headed back up the mountain. As I got back in my climbing rythm I pulled away from Frank. Aid station 2 could not appear soon enough, I swear they kept moving the aid stations further away.

Any who, I arrive at the aid station grab a few more Endurolytes, take a shot of Hammer Gel and get ready to continue on. Just then Jason pulls into the aid station followed by Frank. Jason must had a miraculous recovery as he made up a lot of time to catch Frank and I at the aid station 2, right on man! Not wanting to let them get ahead of me I bid them good luck and farwell and split back up the mountain. I kept hoping Frank would catch me so that we could bomb down the mountain together as we did in lap2, but I wouldn't see either of them until the end of the race.

On the final descent, I was pretty beat and fatigued and then my wrist started hurting something awful. I figured it was only a matter of time before the effect of the Ibuprofin wore off. So, I picked up the pace, hoping to get to the bottom of the mountain before the pain killer was completely out of my system.

Finally, I crossed the finish line at 12:08 and ask is this the finish line? Don nodds yes and proceeds to hand me a finisher's cap. I raise my arms in victory and then proceed to almost fall over my own bike. So, I put my bike down to shake Don's hand and then I again almost trip over my own bike. At that point Jenny comes to the rescue and takes my bike from me as I seem to have acquired two left feet in my post race delerium.

I head over and hi-5 Jeff, David Ambrose, Kathleen, Erin and Jenny, who were all waiting at the finish line. I take a seat and join them to wait for the rest of the TWW crew. I sigh, we fr*ck'n did it man, we did it!

Post Race:
I'm already to do the race again next year. Woo hoo!

Cheers, Isaias

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