Before 10 a.m., riders filled only a few cots in the emergency medical tent at the finish line. By the afternoon, riders crowded the more than 40-cot tent, said Dr. Keith Williamson, the ride's medical director. At 11 a.m., riders staggered in with that "1,000-mile stare," he said. By 1 p.m. they were being carried in.
That's just nuts. Sure, it was hot... but it was manageable with proper rest stops, ice on the head, cold water, and electrolytes. Are that many people that dense about how to ride and manage yourself in heat?
I do have say... come around mile 65... I had that stare. I was out of it... but I stopped at a store, iced up... cooled off in the AC... got some PowerAid... and once I felt back *together*.... we went on. And even after that, we stopped when we could to keep ourselves feeling good.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"