Surrendering to a dream of a lifetime, to an existence’s ambition
"Surrendering to a dream of a lifetime, to an existence’s ambition, just when you can touch it; only the ones who went through such desappointment know how it feels like" (Paul Michaud) I had thought about the race a thousand times, gotten ready for anything (intestinal problems, wounds, broken gear, rain, etc) but not a single second had I imagined this… Part I: I want D-Day: as I slowly wake-up after a good night sleep, I hear a sound that I do not particularly care for: the sound of a car’s tires on a wet road. I head towards the window and see pouring rain falling from the sky. I open my room’s door. My cousin who is with me is also awake and had also looked outside. We look at each other without exchanging a word for a moment. I am calm and serene (I live in Sweden so I'm used to bad weather!...) but still sigh strongly. He says: “All right, it’s 9am, the race starts at 6.30pm tonight, there’s still time to clear up”. A few minutes later, thunder bursts. Eith...