My impressions of the Dirtworks 100km mtb race. Six hours of bumps, bruises and the odd stack, not to mention running low on food, water and (temporarily) the desire for further punishment. A diabolocal course that resembled a huge 3D sandpit. Having said that, can't wait for the next one. Perhaps this comment is aided by the beer that is thrust into ones paw immediately after finishing. It's amazing how quickly you forget. However, perhaps not the best strategy for rehydrating and preparing oneself for the slow drive from St Albans back to Sydney. And rest....
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