Where do I start with this one? The day started fairly flat. Adam, Sam, and I teamed up with a group of South Africans and a couple others. The first 80 km was really fast with a long tarmac sections. We grouped up in a large peleton and we were really going fast. Adam did a huge amount of work and some of the guys who were with us were doing all they could just to hang on. I was feeling great, my stomach was a little upset the previous night and I had a crappy breakfast but I wasn't being bothered by it.
A group of us stopped for a sandwich around the 90 km mark, Adam and Sam didn't pack one so they didn't stop with us. 5 km later at a water station we saw them with the hugest grins as they had went to a cafe for a coke - without telling me...bastards.
The last 44 km of the day was non stop climbing. My stomach was really upset and I started to feel like crap. A few minutes later "Crack". I bonked harder than I ever have in my life. Everyone rode away and I had absolutely no power left. I can't really describe to you how crappy I felt, it was unbelievable. I was having trouble eating and my life was falling apart - or so it seemed. I quit the race at least 10 times during the darkest 3 hours of my cycling career. I was riding feeling delirious and somehow manged to finish the day. After the day I lay on the sidewalk for at least 30 minutes, what was wrong with me - more to come.
Bob didn't race day 5 as his ass was in such bad shape that he had to take the day off. The nurse had to put a full dressing on his butt, poor guy. I'm sure we'll laugh about it at some point. Rich's knee was really bothering him but he finished and didn't have too bad a day. Dan said he felt fine all day, he just took it steady.
Adam apparently had to give Sam a 'motivational' speech just before the last few km. Adam's methods were something like - don't be such a big baby, suck it up you big wuss (those aren't the words he used but you get the idea).