I told him I wouldn't pick him up from the airport if he changed his flight. I reminded him that he called me the “first loser” when I won second place. I said his body was just in shock from riding over a thousand miles—and God knows how much elevation—in nine days. I said his leg swelling would subside, his Achilles would loosen up, his knee pain would dull down and his mouthful of sores would end after his sugar intake did. Above all, I told him he would regret abandoning the race because he was doing so well.
He countered by saying he regretted not stopping to enjoy the mountains he climbed, “the flowers he pissed on,” the friends who came out to cheer him on. He would regret racing away a whole year’s worth of vacation. “What’s the point if I’m not having fun?” he asked.
I had no answer. And, really, who was I to force him to finish? I watched his SPOT move from the comforts of home—detached from this year's extreme weather, sleep-deprived nights, pain and suffering, and physical exhaustion. Some people would be disappointed he didn’t finish, but most of us could never comprehend the magnitude of his journey. Who were we to judge someone’s valiant attempt at living their dream when most of us are still chasing ours?
He’d made up his mind. So, I changed mine and offered my support.
Justin went out not to challenge the masters of the divide, but rather himself, he’d said in his letter of intent. And he did. He went out to experience the grand tour of mountain biking. And he did.
I told him to spend this next week doing the one intention he never made good on in his letter: Take it all in. I hope he does.
Life's too short to not enjoy the ride.

Day 10 Race Briefs:
-Josh Ficke (8th place, 2007) drops out
-John Nobile (Current GDR border-to-border record holder) drops out
-Kevin Dean drops out
-Steve McGuire drops out
-The Italians are caught cheating
-Deanna Adams has a seizure
-Justin Kline decides to tour