Part Nine: A Mystic Named Autumn

A Mystic Named Autumn After the race I tried to find my mom and sister but couldn’t. They’d actually signed up to be volunteers at the finish when I was meant to cross much earlier in the day (we’d all actually been picturing a better scripted...

Part Ten: More Karma?

More Karma? The morning after the race, I examined the front wheel that had given me so much difficulty during the race. I was curious as to how well it had actually been secured to the rim, and wondered whether I had just simply been having a bad day or was the tire...
Part Eleven: Kupau

Part Eleven: Kupau

Kupau As my cramps had been so debilitating on race day, I hadn’t been able to give my full effort. While this was what particularly bummed me out about the race, it at least meant that I was able to ride without issue in the days following the race, to actually...