What does Emerson do while wallowing over fresh stitches on his chin, a severe wrist bone bruise, half a foot long gashes all over his body, and a shattered ego sustained from barrel rolling down the side of a rocky slope while still clipped into his mountain bike? He signs up for the Steamboat Stinger, a 52 mile mountain bike race that’s 90% singletrack with 7500+ ft of elevation gain!
I am so proud of him. He consistently trained for the Steamboat Stinger over the past 15 weeks, fitting in, at wickedly early hours, long rides, hill repeats, and other things that make me want to hide in bed (forever). On race day, within the first quarter of the course, Emerson encountered several mechanical setbacks and falls that he patiently, with his signature admirable mental fortitude, overcame. The course is no joke. I pre-rode one lap of the race course with him in July and was gasping dust by the end of it. That Emerson completed both laps at a quick clip in light of multiple unforeseen challenges and ended with all smiles makes me gush with joy that no combination of emoji can capture.
Emerson is going to write in-depth about his suffer-fest experience but for now, enjoy this photo recap of our experience in the Steamboat Stinger 2017.
Hope you enjoyed the photo recap! A post about the actual course and race experience should be coming soon, once Emerson can move like a normal human being again. He is currently impeded by achey muscles and devastating tan lines.