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There were moments early in the race, where I would zone out momentarily. Completely gone, yet somehow pushing the pedals forward. I would snap back to reality and in one instant, I would be asking myelf, "Am I generating data?" It was just a couple of random synapses firing and coming up with a random phrase from my subconsious or maybe my past. I don't know, but it was a bit freaky. I would frequently zone back in to ask myself, "What am I doing here?" but less in that you're doing something way above your skill level kind of way and more in that you have Alzheimers kind of way. I would also zone in to, "How is my brain making the pedals go around?" and, "Is the goal to get me or the bike across the finish line? Do I need to be carrying something?" The something was some sort of cargo my brain was imagining at the time. There were a couple other random thoughts that were bouncing around my empty cranium at the time, but they were too vague to put words to now. After a few seconds of these strange thoughts, I would realize where I was (I could tell you to the nearest state) and what I was doing, but it was very disconcerting. At the time, I was worried that maybe I wasn't getting enough oxygen to my brain, but it could have been sleep deprivation, or maybe I fried my brain in the heat.