12 MoH

Back in March I was one of 3 people stupid enough to attempt a mountain bike race on a unicycle. That’s right, I entered 12 Miles of Hell on my unicycle. Don’t let the name deceive you, it was certainly a tough race, but nowhere near 12 miles. It had actually been lengthened to 17.2 miles. We started bright and early and there was around 650 people riding, we decided to take the back of the pack so we wouldn’t slow anyone down. I had a blast on the first couple of hills and got to thinking that it wouldn’t be too bad of a ride. Boy was I wrong! A little past the half-way point (about 10 miles in) my legs started acting up on me. I got the worst cramp of my life and was really getting quite pooped. To make a long story short, I worked my tail off and finished around place #508. Oddly enough I beat about 140 some odd mountain bikers.
It was a lot of fun, a lot of hard work and something I am very proud of having done. I don’t know how many people can claim to have done a race like that on one wheel, but I’m glad to be one of them. I may end up trying it again next year, but that all depends on whether I’m in town.