Journal entry from 24 hours of Dalton

[From 2003.]

This wide and steep singletrack is the last notable climb of my fourth lap, and I’m guessing that it’s a little before 3am.  Ahead I can see the wiggling cones of light and tail-flashers of a half dozen racers walking. I find the prone figure next to the trail mildly unnerving until a guy with a camera sitting next to him confirms that it’s no worse than a solo competitor napping.  Right around then the stabbing pain of a cramp on the inside of my left leg suggests that I should join him.  Instead, I try to stretch it out while turning the gears, and this causes a different cramp to shoot through my right hamstring.  Standing up on the pedals to relieve that pain sets the left leg alight again.