So much for taking it easy!
So why was it that once the race ended I could do little more than peel myself off my bike and feebly stagger around, wondering what had possessed me to push so hard. I guess that racing is in our blood and when we pull on a race number the mindset changes. It was hot, I raced harder than I should have, and took every 'A' line only to find out later that a few of the B lines were faster, probably because riders were taking short cuts across tracks that hadn't been properly sectioned off.
After the race, we settled down to some beers with Gary Harwood, his better half, Martine, Wendy Stevenson, John and Fi and Joe from Chocolate Foot. Gary was in fine form, entertaining us with stories of his mis-spent youth. Unfortunately, Greer was feeling unwell and so we were compelled to pay a late visit to Cooma hospital. All was well, it was just Greer's blood pressure was high and her electrolytes low after she had drunk too much water, trying to rehydrate from her hike to the town centre and back. As a result, New Year's Eve was celebrated on a lonely highway back to Jindabyne.