Cheers guys. Still a bit disapointed with the time I made. But I dont blame myself for it. Looking at the three splits, several people had similar times for the first two, followed by a terrble final split. I assume cramp was common.
The scariest thing for me was the way my brain did'nt register the danger from the cold at the top. I managed to speed dial the missus, but then had to hang up because I could'nt hold the phone up (frozen arms). I then just started wandering down to the main road 5 km below (having loaded my bike on the event transport). after a kilometer, two ladies, whom had been handing out drinks at the top, picked me up in there car. I started making a fuss about being too wet and dirty to sit in their car (but that I would love to, of course). They did'nt seem to think I was going to make it to the road on foot, which I thought was strange as it was less than 4 kilometers. I had to lie across the rear seats as my legs would no longer bend. After 5 minutes in the heat of the car my brain started to get some perspective, and I had what the Norwegians call an 'a ha' moment (nothing to do with the band, just means 'oh').
I now understand how mountain hikes go wrong. Sometimes the panick button in your brain just doesnt go off, I suppose.
Anyway, like I say, there's always next year* ;)
(* this time I will pack my insulated boiler suit I think)
Cheers guys. Still a bit disapointed with the time I made. But I dont blame myself for it. Looking at the three splits, several people had similar times for the first two, followed by a terrble final split. I assume cramp was common.
The scariest thing for me was the way my brain did'nt register the danger from the cold at the top. I managed to speed dial the missus, but then had to hang up because I could'nt hold the phone up (frozen arms). I then just started wandering down to the main road 5 km below (having loaded my bike on the event transport). after a kilometer, two ladies, whom had been handing out drinks at the top, picked me up in there car. I started making a fuss about being too wet and dirty to sit in their car (but that I would love to, of course). They did'nt seem to think I was going to make it to the road on foot, which I thought was strange as it was less than 4 kilometers. I had to lie across the rear seats as my legs would no longer bend. After 5 minutes in the heat of the car my brain started to get some perspective, and I had what the Norwegians call an 'a ha' moment (nothing to do with the band, just means 'oh').
I now understand how mountain hikes go wrong. Sometimes the panick button in your brain just doesnt go off, I suppose.
Anyway, like I say, there's always next year* ;)
(* this time I will pack my insulated boiler suit I think)
Some pic's here.
http://www.frafjordtilfjell.com/hoved.php?valg=0