Henry's/Spot compound.

The start was long and flat. I probably went into the woods in like 40th or so. Once in the woods I started to pick folks off. Elk, rocking his new BKB kit was ripping, we worked well together. I tried to hold back just a bit as the swamp ass conditions (93 degrees, 80% humidity) and long mileage, 29 were gonna make this a battle of attrition.

I stuck to my guns, and had good flow threw the single track, Elk got a small gap on me, and then lost a contact, thus ending his day. That was a bummer. I carried on feeling mighty good. I got to my favorite section of fairhill: south park and Kenny’s revenge, and I just rolled. I felt good; I kept moving and passing folks. Tight rolling single track, somewhere I can get my flow on- that’s my specialty. Cruised through the beer stop, was super stoked to see fuzzy, and then hit the field and something went wrong.