An unconventional Unbound XL race report.

Searching for rainbows again? They are here but expect to be paid.

The price depends on what you brought.

But here you go again still trying to ride when it’s known that you can’t.

Not impressed by your preparations and have no regard for your plan.

Each step will be my toll, each breath that gets let out.

Don’t ask how many. It is more while you can.

I am not sorry it’s not easy. The harder you try the more to take.

Cry all that you like. It does not matter here.

There’s no pity but plenty to love and forgive.

Everything gets connected, the sky with the ground.

The birds and their rocks. The turtles with the trees. Each blade of grass, hill and mud puddle are part of my plan.

The smell and taste delivered by blister or scrape.

As you are here seeing and feeling it. More real than ever.

So, you now know that this road’s not for riding, but may continue along if you like.

Just don’t ask me how far it will be or long it takes. The answer in the end.

Show your gratitude with dignity and grace. Take it all you can.

Have no fear it won’t be long. The ride’s just a moment, is over before its gone.