Diary of Scott Morris

I used to think I had built up a fair amount of mental endurance. A guy named Jeff broke me this week.

No, we weren’t riding bikes, I was listening to lectures/classes. 8 to 5 went the schedule and it was suppose to go on for 3 days straight.

For normal people this wouldn’t be …. [Continue reading]

Two days before the race I couldn’t have told you whether I’d be lining up for the 66 or not. Whether I was riding the 66 full on, half on, or the 35 on the recumbent changed depending on which day it was.

In an uncharacteristic move, I emerged from indecisiveness well before the inevitability …. [Continue reading]

It’s been a month since I dropped out of the Great Divide Race at mile 625. In my painful account below I stated that I was truly suffering in the hotel room in Butte. I take it back.

My hands are still numb. My big toe is still numb. My ITB is so tight that …. [Continue reading]

At 10:00 p.m. on Sunday Scott rolled into Helena just in time to eat. He rode 130 miles and had a good stretch from Lincoln to Helena which took him only 6 hours to ride. I continue to be amazed to see him push through the pain and ride like a champion. When I talked …. [Continue reading]

Scott called yesterday at around 5. He told me that Friday, the first day of the race, he rode about 140 miles. More than 90 percent of the ride was in a downpour. Scott said that he felt great and that the fatigue problems that had been troubling him previous to the race were non-existent. …. [Continue reading]

I’d like to report that my travel to Whitefish, Montana was uneventful, but I’d be lying if I did. The flight itself was fine and my bike made it more or less in tact. But as I was flying over the Great Divide Route I pulled out my maps to see where we were. I …. [Continue reading]

I knew there would be suffering involved with the GDR, but I got thrown a curveball and the suffering began before the ride even started.

I went for a ride this morning and came back a walking train wreck. I turned around after climbing a short hill at 40% effort and having my body compeltely …. [Continue reading]

My wheels rolled to a stop on the Utah state line, but the immediate thought was “what’s next?” I knew what was next.

I gave myself plenty of time to think it over and look for inspiration once home in Tucson. I needed a few days, because it is a decision that one does not …. [Continue reading]