My futile attempt at the Mohican 100 has come and gone. I did Cohutta and my biggest mistake was thinking that they would get easier or more bearable. But after 10 hours and 70 miles into the race I got yanked at aid station 4 due to the time cut off. I'm actually glad the dude yanked me cause I couldn't turn pedals anymore. I ran out of fluids before I hit the rail trail and all I drank was Perpetum without water. So I was a dry as a bone. I posted my number plate upsidedown On the Drunk Wall of Fame/Shame.
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