After whiskey into the night, we capped the visit with an awesome breakfast this morning at Camilla’s Kaffe. Sooo good.
Friday night, pre-race. On a recommendation from a local, I got an awesome burger at Munchies, then hopped over to Copper Club Brewing for a couple of carb-load hydration packs, often referred to as “beers.” I was sipping and enjoying the music. Didn’t really register until he started jamming a Stevie Ray Vaughn tune. Damn. The guy was good. I turned to see him and I’ll be honest, I was surprised. He looked like he’d have been quite comfortable sitting and crooning at a campfire. Saturday morning, I set out to do what I ostensibly came to do: the Desert Rats 50K. Things started well enough but by mile 6, I knew I was in for a rough day. First climb was good, but on the descent, I went tachycardic. WTF?! It’s a descent! Made it to the aid station puffing hard. Took a bit of time there, ate, drank and set off on a 4.5 mile loop. Made it back to the aid station and all was good with the world and my heart rate again, but it wasn’t to last. Not two more miles later, my baby cows decided they’d start their usual antics – earlier than usual. Swell. I kept moving, eating, drinking and taking electrolytes. I maintained the status quo for another 9 miles, until I tripped and fought to catch it. That was a catalyst for the rest of my leg muscles to take notice, and say, “why do the calves get all the fun? Let’s cramp, too!” So they did – for the remaining 10 miles. The worst was 50 feet from the finish, where I stopped to give a high five to a toddler, and my calf cramped so hard, it took over a minute to get my heel back to the ground so I could cross the line. How embarrassing, with the spectators witnessing my agony. The best part was after the race. My college roommate from decades gone by Mark came over from Denver and we demolished a huge pizza from Hot Tomato, while swilling beer after beer in Copper Club (yes, again!). Such good pizza and such good beer. And such a good time with such a great friend. (Thought I was going to continue with the “goods”, didn’t ya?) After whiskey into the night, we capped the visit with an awesome breakfast this morning at Camilla’s Kaffe. Sooo good. Now I’m waiting to catch the train back to Reno, and my regularly scheduled program. Sigh.
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