T’was the Night Before XTERRA
And all around the Ritz;
Some athletes were sleeping,
Others at the end of their wits
800 strong were on Maui to race
Tomorrow would go at a furious pace;
Would the surf be crashing or would it flat,
Would the bike be muddy or sticky with tack
They dreamed of speeding downhill like Conrad Stoltz
And hoped for no flats or broken bolts;
Could they climb like Ruzafa and drop the field,
Would the technical pieces make them yield
The moon on the racks of the big, bold transition
Sparkled and twinkled as the dew made them glisten;
Those looking outside saw a wonderous sight
A kindly old gent was working late at night
Then all of Kapalua heard a jolly old laugh,
Old St. Nicholas was there with the XTERRA staff;
“Go to sleep my family, tomorrow is near
Be rested and ready and have no fear”
“The surf will be fine, the trails sticky and fast
From 9 o’clock on you’ll be having a blast;
Remember blue is for bike, red is for run
Keep yourself hydrated, go out and have fun”.
They were suddenly gone, as quick as a flash
The fields back to pristine not one piece of trash;
But the racers all knew as they yawned with a smile
That the race would be great, mile after mile.
This was XTERRA and for the last twenty years
There’d been happiness and joy, and sadness and tears;
Sometimes they won and sometimes they lost
But our racers gave it all, regardless of cost.
It made no difference if from lands near or far
They would fight like warriors and then drink at the bar;
It’s our way to Live More, a family that is right
Brothers and Sisters who argue and fight.
As they all left their windows and went back to bed
The old mans words echoes inside their head
“tomorrow’s the race we’ll be ready and right
Happy XTERRA to All and to All a Goodnight”.