The Manifest Joy of Singletrack
Where does one begin, in trying to recap a 9 hour odyssey that comprised some of the greatest singletrack on Earth? At the beginning, of course. But then, I wonder where that even is. For the Park City Point to Point has occupied my brain for far longer than the duration of the race itself. […]
The Karmatic Undulations of Racing
Eight miles from the finish line at the PCPP I came across a racer that I had been riding with, off and on, for the entire race. He’d pull away on the downs, I’d pull him back on the ups. There was a bit of chit-chat here and there, but mostly we suffered in mutual […]
PCPP Highlights
The Park City Point to Point has become an instant classic. It is like that perfect bowl of porridge that Goldilocks found so appetizing: Not to cold, and not to hot. That is, it was just hard enough that you are going to be feeling it for the next umpteen days, and yet enjoyable enough […]
Pit in the Stomach
It is entirely possible that I am alone in feeling this most disconcerting of emotional and physical phenomenons. But I doubt it. In the days leading up to a big race, and by big I mean the effort and distance, I develop a sickly, nervous pit deep within the recesses of my stomach. Self doubt […]
