#KyraScadalan

Have you ever sipped beer through a straw? To be so mentally and physically exhausted that you couldn’t be bothered to bring the bottle to your lips. Yet so entitled to a reward that you insisted on treating yourself to a celebratory Corona which you hardly wanted and barely drank. With every swig, I melted deeper into the vinyl bench, so tired it felt like my very essence was radiating out of my body. It was perplexing to feel both so drained and so accomplished at the same time. While I didn’t know what to expect from my first enduro, I never thought the racing would feel quite like that. I still quite can’t explain it in words; it was like fulfillment became tangible and I could hold it in my hands.