Big Things Coming!

Just got back from a nice early morning run. I think Preston was a little surprised when he was excited that I got up early, and thought he was getting taken out... and ended up on a five mile run! He was a trooper though! I think he found some good smells out there too, so win-win I guess.

I met with Mary yesterday morning, to just talk about some stuff, and do some preseason planning. As I said a little over a week ago, I have some ambitious goals for this season. Well yesterday morning they got kicked up a notch, and I couldn't be more excited! We're going for something big, and I couldn't be more excited. I feel like I have to say we, because Amanda, and Mary invest so much time and energy in my progress that they might as well be out there hitting the road with me.

That's about all I have for now. Time for a quick shower, then back to bed for a bit before I have to get up for class. So pumped about what's coming! A little bummed that I'm going to not be able to race some events that I wanted to, but it's all part of the plan, and I'm fully committed! I start with QT2 in one week!

Don't call it a comeback!

Well I last posted here the day after Placid. That was about a week or so shy of three months ago... So it's been a while. I've pretty much been on offseason since then. I did a couple races, but really haven't had the mojo to train. As for the rest of my life, I did a couple things after placid. I got married, went to Amsterdam and Paris for the honeymoon, moved to Buffalo (unfortunately without my amazing wife, who's still going to school at UofR), and started my PhD at UB. So I've been a little busy. The downtime that I've had, though, I really haven't had the desire to train. I keep telling myself "you should go out for a run today" or "you should get in some time on the bike" but the operative word there has always been should. Anyways, this morning, I was awoken by people talking outside my apartment at about 3:30AM. This was followed by flashing lights. Apparently, someone in the building next to mine set their apartment on fire. So I laid in bed for a bit thinking about how it's probably going to be a while before I went back to sleep. Then a funny thing happened. Some part of my brain that has been dormant for the past few months flipped back on. I thought "I want to go for a run." Want! I actually was excited at the prospect! I rolled out of bed, and slipped on some shorts and a shirt, grabbed my garmin, and HR strap, and slipped on my shoes. I couldn't wait to hit the pavement! In minutes all the flashing lights were gone, it was just me and the cadence of my foot steps and breathing on some deserted suburban roads. I loved it. Every singe second. I felt that old familiar ache creep back into my legs (hey, it's been like three months), and it was surprisingly welcome. An hour later, I trotted back up to my building, all the trucks were gone, all the people were gone. I felt refreshed. I remembered why I love this stuff. I drank my recovery, took a shower, and slid back into bed for a bit longer before the alarm. It was a great morning!

I have some big goals for this upcoming year. The focus is on the 70.3 distance, I'm done with Ironman for a while. Right now, I don't have any motivation to do another. I know that will change, partly because of my poor performance there. But I'm going to stick with races I really love. I start with QT2 in a few weeks. I'm excited. I'm beginning to sketch the rough outline of my season next year. I'm looking at a few key races (all halfs) that I really want to nail. I ended this season with a goal for 70.3. Over the past two months, I've slowly developed that into an obsession. I'm going to need a few minutes from each leg, but they're there, and they're mine for the taking. I'm looking for big gains in my run. But, I also know that my bike is a big portion of what's limiting my run. I'm going to be building durability, and with it, speed. I'm talking holy crap speed (for me). It's the next level. The way I see it, I spent all of this season looking at it from the outside. I'm ready to bust my way in.

IMLP Race Report!

So, I’m an Ironamn now. It hasn’t really sunk in yet though. Yesterday was a long long day. Definitely the hardest thing I’ve ever done, both mentally and physically. I’ll go through a bit of a recap here, although there was  a lot of highs and lows the specifics are escaping me right now (ironbrain?). I definitely have two clinically recognized conditions today, they’re known as ironfeet and ironcrotch. Both of them are pretty well ton to pieces. But on to the report.

I lined up for the swim with Mike Hoffman, that kid can freakin swim. I took it out pretty well, but it definitely wasn’t hard enough. I got boxed in, and was trapped for pretty much both loops. This resulted in a slower than expected swim, and a lot of frustration. I feel like I did a good job staying calm, and focusing on executing my race regardless.

Swim: 59:25

T1: 4:49

On the bike, I took it easy out of town, waiting for my legs to get there, and my heart rate to come down after the swim/transition. It all came together somewhere around the climb before the big descent into Keene. I took it a little easy on my way down. I didn’t want to end my day because I wanted to see how fast I could bomb down sketchy roads to pick up a few extra seconds. After the descent I got into a good rhythm on the flats up to the out and back. I nailed my heart rate there, and my nutrition. The only hitch was I realized after the turnaround that my rear brake was rubbing some, so I stopped to adjust it. I ended up having to fix it twice more, because it didn’t want to stay put. I ended up taking in 1.5 bottles an hour; it felt hot so I upped it a little. I had trouble finding a good rhythm on the climb from Jay to Wilmington, but used the slight descent into empty my pretty full bladder. I then turned back south to head back to Lake Placid, and tackle the climb past Whiteface, and the rollers after there. I still had a bit of trouble getting into a rhythm here. I caught up to Ken though, he looked great. We chatted for a minute, then I continued on. Just a note, I expected to see some drafting on the bike, there’s 3000 people all riding at once, there’s going to be people near each other. But I didn’t expect packs of like 50 people all coming through together, it was pretty ridiculous. The climb up Papa Bear heading back into town was pretty cool though, there were crowds out there all day. I didn’t see Mary or Alexa when they were out there though. I headed back into town where there were even more crowds, waved to Amanda as I passed her, and headed out for my second loop. I managed the first loop in 3:00 which is pretty good for me. The second loop was a bit slower though. The winds picked up, and the flat portion between Keene and Jay was ridden into a headwind, which slowed people down a lot. That second loop really nailed home how ironman is just a war of attrition. The day just keeps chipping away at your legs, and your focus constantly. I executed the second loop better than the first I think. A lot of the initial excitement was gone, and I stayed in zone better on the climbs. My nutrition was solid. One shotblock every 15 minutes, and two salt tabs an hour. I peed again the second loop, so I was well hydrated, which is good. I rode back into town feeling pretty good. I had a low point heading past whiteface where my legs started to feel weak, but I focused on just keeping my cadence up, and pedaling an easier gear until they came around again. Headed back into town, was never so happy to get off my bike, and changed into my run gear and had a volunteer apply some sunscreen.

Bike: 6:11:34

T2: 4:31

I felt great heading out on the run. I passed Amanda and my parents just out of transition, and I passed Mary in the Score-This ten at the top of Rich Clark hill. They all gave me a great cheer, and I headed down the hill to the River Rd out and back section. I felt strong. My legs were there. My HR was under control. I hit the first aid station, and started power-walking as per my strategy. I grabbed a cup of perform drink, took one sip, and it was all over. I barely made it past the aid station before emptying the content of my stomach. I started running again, and made it to the next aid station where the same thing happened. At this point I started to feel nauseous just about as soon as I began running, so I switched to run walk, where I was running maybe half a mile, then walking for 30 seconds to try to clam my stomach down. I ended up throwing up everything I tried to get down. I tried sipping water, I tried eating some ice, I tried a pretzel (I only got one down, then it came back). I tried to keep getting salt in me, but it was hard when I was throwing everything up. Ken passed and asked if I was okay, I let him know I was pretty sick, but I was going to keep going. Then Kim passed and I ran with her for a little while. She really saved me out there. She got my legs moving again, and helped me get my heart rate back up. I ran with her as far as I could, then let her go as I threw up again. I slowly worked my way back into town, and met up with Josh G, who I ran with for a while. I held on with him, and we chatted. I helped lift my spirits a lot, and I let him go as I had to throw up again. He ended up running into trouble with his leg hurting later, so I got to return the favor as I walked and ran with him for a couple miles of the second loop. As I came back into town on my first loop, I saw Aexa in the score-this tent, who let me know that Amanda was really worried about me, and that Mary was over with the QT2 guys further up the road. I looked for Amanda, but didn’t see her (turns out she was looking for me in the medical tent). I came across Mary, and Jesse from QT2. Jesse took over the situation, he told me I need to get my core temp down, and sip coke, and just keep moving forward. That’s all ironman is about, keeping your body moving forward no matter what. I knew that my time goals were out the window pretty early into the run. It just became a battle to survive. I picked up the pace on the second loop as my stomach started to settle a bit. I could run a bit more before feeling sick again, so I stuck to my walk-run system. Even feeling like hell, I picked my way through a surprising number of people that second lap. As I came back through town, I got a huge cheer from Rich and Jeremy in the Score-This tent. Then Jesse and Pat of QT2 asked how I was doing. They seemed genuinely concerned with my race. It meant a lot to me, they had their own athletes out there to worry about, and they took the time to take care of me. I headed down the short out and back along mirror lake, and came up to Stefany just before I headed to the finish, and she headed back out for her second loop. She looked awesome. She always has the best attitude, and she really helped pick my spirits up too. I headed into the oval, and the energy of the place just carried me around the track. I high-fived as many kid’s along the fence as I could. I found Amanda and gave her a big kiss, then headed across the line to become an ironman.

Run: 5:00:05

Total: 12:20:24

I didn’t have the day I wanted. Not by a long shot on the run. I feel like it’s well within my ability to go at least an hour faster. I’m happy with my race though. I worked through some really tough challenges, and I stayed positive though the sickness and pain. Although I won’t be racing ironman next year, in a couple years I’ll show it who’s really boss. Now it’s time to get recovered, and finish up all the wedding stuff. Then it’s off to Europe for ten days of relaxing! I have a couple more races to round out my season. I’m excited to hit the 70.3 Poconos race. I have a date with another PR there I think. We’ll see. I just want to finish this up with a list of thank-yous for the people thar got me through yesterdays race.

Amanda-you’ve been there every step of the way, as outlined by my previous post!

Mom & Dad- you’ve come to almost every race I’ve ever done, it means so much to me that you were there

Mary- You’re an amazing coach, and an even better friend! I can’t wait for our next step this fall!!!

Alexa- you’ve been an awesome friend, and a great guide through this, you’re going to tear it up at IMOO!

Solveig- it’s been amazing getting to know you this spring, thanks for coming and cheering!

Travis- you picked up my spirits with your cheers of “HORROCKS!” every time you went screaming by the other direction, you had a killer race, and congrats on your podium and kona slot, no one deserves it more!

Kim- you had an incredible race! You saved me at my lowest point out there.

Ken- you had a great race too, thanks for checking on me whenever we crossed paths.

Josh- you’re amazing. Way to gut out a finish through the pain. I’m so happy we found each other out there to help one another through.

QT2 Jesse- You had much better things to do than to help out some random kid, but you saved my day. Thank you.

Kirsten- Thank you for cheering so loudly for me! Amanda and I will definitely be making it out to wherever you do your first iron!

Jeremy & Glenn- You guys are awesome! Thanks for coming up and supporting all of us, your energy helped keep me going.

Score-This Rich- I was great meeting you, your screaming at me up the hill was a kick in the pants I definitely needed!

Corey- Thanks for giving me a place to stay, your family is awesome, and you had a great race

John- way to race with a separated shoulder and still rock it, I wish I had seen you out there.

To all the rest of my family, soon to be family, and friends that couldn't make it up- thanks for all the well wishes heading into the race, and for checking up on me all day.

Seth- Thank you for convincing me to start cycling two years ago, and for breaking your face playing water polo a week before what became my first tri when you convinced them to turn us into a relay that I then ran alone.

I’m sure there’s people I’ve forgotten, so if you’re one of them THANK YOU!

 

I think the list above shows that NO ONE does an ironman alone. It takes a lot more than fitness to get there, it takes support. I love all of you, and can't come close to expressing the thanks I feel.

Thank You!

You’ve put up with trainer rides at 5am, 6 hour rides on weekends, my not being able to walk. Coming to bail me out when I flatted, again, in the rain. You woke up time and time again at 4am for races. You’ve stood out in the cold, in the rain, in the heat and the sun. You’ve waited patiently at races where you see me three times for a total of 30 seconds over the course of five hours. You’ve dealt with me going from feeling nauseous to voraciously hungry in about 5 minutes. You’ve dealt with eating breakfast at 5am, then lunch at 2pm. You’ve put up with me riding my bike all day, then heading directly to an ice bath, then a shower, then sitting on the couch for the next two hours. You’ve put up with restless legs in bed, with falling asleep at 7pm, with training consuming entire weekends. You came up to lake placid, and watched me sit around all week with my feet up. You’ve dealt with pre-race nerves that came days before the race. You’ve dealt with Ironman freakouts, and puking at finish lines. You’ve dealt with triathlon steadily becoming most of my life over the past two years, and you’ve let it happen. You’ve encouraged it. You’ve graciously shared me with the sport that I’ve grown to love, become addicted to; and you haven’t complained. You’ve been the biggest part of making everything that I’ve done possible. You’ve helped me push my limits further than I ever could’ve imagined, encouraging me every step of the way. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve helped me do. Tomorrow’s race is for you. I hope I can make you proud. I love you more than anything, and I can’t wait to marry you seven days from now. I promise you our honeymoon will be (mostly) triathlon free. Thank you so much!

 18 hours until IMLP!

mini-mussel Report!

So I'm up in Lake Placid. We drove up this afternoon, got some delicious dinner. Amanda got me a small vanilla cone a Ben and Jerry's for my birthday (it's today! she had a giant brownie sundae with triple caramel chunk ice cream, I may have helped eat that to...). We took a quick stroll down to transition, so I could soak up a bit of the vibe. Might have gotten some chills. Definitely pictured that final 200 meters around the oval. But I'll cover my race report before I get too much into that stuff.

Saturday I raced mini-mussel. It was so much fun, and it did a great job of blowing away some of the pre-ironman jitters. It was nice to just go out, and go fast! Did the usual pre-race breakfast, mentally thanked Jeff Henderson for the 9am start, so I got to sleep in a bit more than most races. Headed down to Geneva around 7. Saw Mary just before I got to transition. She came in with me, and we found Alexa. We were all a MESS. Mary body-marked herself in the mirror, backwards. Alexa racked in the wrong spot, and I totally forgot to grab my timing chip until I had already walked down to the swim start (luckily it was still an hour before race time)!

The swim went well. I got out front, and got into a nice rhythm early. It was a sprint, so I was going strong. I still think I could've given it a but more ummph. I was leading my wave, with one drafter, for about 2/3 of the way. Then I got caught up in the wave before, and passed by my tail. He saw a way around that I missed. I worked my way through a good chunk of people from earlier waves, wove my way around a bunch of people who didn't seem to have the urgency to race that I did on the way up the boat launch. And yelled at people to get out of my way as I ran into transition. I don't like yelling at people, and I felt like a jerk, but I'm there to race, I want to win, and I would like some space to run. I headed into transition, got my wetsuit off, put my helmet on, grabbed my bike and went.

Swim: 9:46
T1: 1:05

Getting on my bike Mark O and Kelly C, two of my awesome train-this teammates were screaming at me to go. I had my shoes already on the bike, and I was ready to mount (no flying mount) when they started yelling that I lost one of my shoes. My rubber bands had prematurely come off somehow, and then somehow one of my shoes had popped out of the pedal. I kept my composure quite well, put the shoe on, clipped in, and started pedaling. I felt pretty good on the bike. I kept pushing, and was only passed out there by Matt Curbeau, who was riding like a mad man. I kept my eyes open for my teammates from earlier waves. I saw Amy early, but then I didn't see anyone until I went by Alexa with about a mile to go, and then Solveig on the way over the carpets into the park (she rode a flat for like the last mile like a CHAMP!).  I headed back into transition feeling strong. I had a good T2, slipped my shoes and visor on and RAN!

Bike: 43:21
T2: 1:00

The only thing I really have to say about the run is that it was HOT. The first mile I felt strong. The second mile hurt. A lot. I did my best to hold on, but my pace kept creeping up. By mile three I shook off whatever it was that was holding me back, and brought my pace back down. I gave it everything that I could, and crossed the line knowing that I didn't have much more to give. In the finish corral I then spent the next 3-4 minutes emptying the contents of my stomach as Mary laughed at me. She told me I definitely went hard enough, and that that was too hard for IMLP this week. Good to know coach!

Run: 21:34
Overall: 1:16:46

The next spring I do, that 5k is going to be under 20 minutes. That's a promise. Overall I was good enough for 13th overall, and 2nd age group. I'm happy with that. Getting faster, that's all that matters!

I can't wait for Sunday! I'm nervous, and excited all at the same time. I did get those chills looking out over transition. I have my race plan, and I'm ready to execute! I think know I can hit the projected finish time I was given. I don't want to jinx myself, but if I do what I can, I'll be a very very happy greggorsaurus. I signed up for race day tracking. So you can check my twitter for updates. My twitter is under greggorsaurus. Go figure, so if you're interested at all in how I perform, check there! The rest of the week will be keeping my feet elevated as much as possible. I'll be updating with a race report early next week.

Update Time!

So things have been pretty crazy. Amanda and I are in full get stuff done for the wedding mode. The Ironman freakouts are increasing their frequency. I have a lot of stuff to update about though!

I'll start with the not so good stuff. I crashed last Thursday. It was my first time going down, and luckily it wasn't all that serious. Some guy didn't give me enough room and I had the choice of hitting the curb (I should learn to bunny hop) and slamming on my brakes. There was some loose gravel and I went down and slid on my back a bit. Just a little very minor road rash, and bruised thumb. Anyways, I was extremely lucky. I think this was a lucky week for me.

Went to the movies with Alexa and Matthias the weekend before this last one, and just before we went into the theater, Alexa and I got some pretty crazy news. I can't say too much, but we were both freaking out a bit about it. It's nothing bad/serious though. I spent the night anxious about what exactly the outcome would be, and in the morning I emailed Mary. She told me not to worry about it, and then the next morning she completely shocked me. She told me some things that I had never even considered, and I'm more excited than ever for everything that's coming! All of this has added some Ironman anxiety, but I'm sure that it would be there regardless. In other news on the triathlon front, I'm super excited for mini-mussel next weekend! I just want to go fast!

Today Amanda and I headed to Buffalo. I finally have somewhere to live this next year! The one bedroom that they had available for when I would be moving in was tiny, and kind of gross. But then we checked out a two bedroom, which was the same price as all the other one bedrooms that I've seen. It's cheaper than my place now, which is a plus, and I'll have an awesome special training room! Knowing I have a place to live it a huge weight off of my shoulders. I'm so relieved. Also, thank you Amanda for skipping the plans you had to come with me and help me decide!

It's time for the countdown(s)!

1 days until Amanda's birthday!
3 days until mini-mussel!
7 days until my birthday!
11 days until IMLP!
17 days until the wedding!

Tupper Lake Tinman Race Report

Well I never got a chance to finish my training camp logs, but here’s the quick recap:

Camp was amazing, Saturday on the bike course rocked, windy, but so much fun, and the scenery was incredible. It was a big confidence boost going into the race next month, just knowing that I had two loops in me, and I still felt okay after. Hanging out with, and meeting/getting to know more people from Train-This was by far the best part of the weekend though. I’m so lucky to have gotten in with this group, they’re all amazing! For that I should probably thank Alexa! Sunday ended with a nice recovery ride with Kim, Mary, and Tim. Then Mary and I went for a swim, which was great. We sat on the beach and talked while we waited for Kim and Matthias to finish up their runs. I had an amazing talk with Mary about Ironman, and a bit of where I want to go starting next year. The ride back with Matthias was great as well. He’s a good car buddy. I’m very glad that he decided to come up, and that we carpooled together.

Now onto the big story for this weekend, my Tupper Lake Tinman race report!

I have some discussing to do with Mary about this race, to try to figure out where things went wrong before I head up to Placid next month. During the race, it was hard to not think “This is just a half, what the hell am I going to do next month if I’m in this much trouble now?” I wish I could say that I successfully stayed positive the whole time, but I didn’t. I am, however, proud of the way that I forced myself to put things back into perspective and pulled myself out of a pretty dark place. But here we go…

Woke up at 5am, was happy for an 8am start time. Thank you so much to Stefany for letting Amanda and I set up our air mattress on your motel room floor! Also, congrats for crushing your race Saturday! It was a bit chilly in the little cabin we were in, but outside it seemed much warmer. It was raining though. I was a bit worried about being cold on the bike, but I’m used to the rain, and this spring I’ve gotten through much colder rain than 63F. Ate breakfast, then headed over to the race site. It was raining pretty good at this point. I tried to stay as dry and warm as I could, and got marked, grabbed my chip, and set up in transition. I then headed back to the car to relax and stay dry. I was feeling pretty good. I felt confident. About 30 minutes before race time, I got my wetsuit ready and on, and then got in my gel at about 20 to go. I headed over to the lake, and watched the sprinters go out. 10 minutes to go. I got in and swam maybe a 100yds or so easy. Hmmm, I’m not feeling all that great in the water; tried not to think about it. 1 minute to go was announced, and I got ready. Off we went, and a bad swim was begun. I couldn’t find a rhythm, I had a ton of trouble sighting the course for some reason, and as such I couldn’t find anyone to settle in and draft off of. It took me until the turn back in to shore to find anything resembling a comfortable rhythm, and I focused on trying to reel back in the group that had gotten away from me. I definitely brought some time back on the way back in, and felt good okay coming out of the water and into transition. I took an extra minute getting my socks on, because I really didn’t want to bike 56, and run 13 sockless in wet shoes. I think it was a good decision.

Swim: 28:14 was good enough for best in my AG and 16^th overall.

T1: 2:16

I headed out on the bike, and again had trouble finding a good rhythm. We rode into the wind on the way out. I had stretches when I felt good, but they were interspersed with times when I felt like I was pushing, and not going anywhere. I was annoyed when I was passed by a paceline of 5-6 guys, but shrugged it off and focused on how I was feeling. At the time I felt like for the most part the ride out was solid. I wasn’t comfortable, but I felt sustainable. I didn’t really look at my watch at all. I try not to look at my data right after races, I like to let things sink in first, and I think it lets me put things into better context, I’ll be doing that later today. On the way out, I was happy with the position I was in, and I felt stong, and I was ready to bring it back, and have a strong run. I don’t know what happened. I think I was maybe a bit light on nutrition, but I wasn’t much behind. I had a little over a bottle of drink in me over the 28 miles out, and 5 shot blocks. My stomach felt solid, which is a big deal for me. After the turn and heading back through Cranberry Lake I thought I spotted Kellman and his neon yellow Fleet-feet kit. The trip back to Tupper, I just struggled. I felt heavy, I started to feel some quad pain that I’ve been dealing with lately, and I couldn’t keep my heart rate up even though my effort felt really consistent. It was pretty demoralizing. By the time I rolled back into town, I hurt, pretty much everywhere, but I never felt as though I had overdone it, nor did I think that I was lacking in nutrition. I’m still not sure of what went wrong, but I’m hoping talking with Mary will help clear that up. T2 was smooth, Amanda asked how I felt I gave her the “no good” look/head shake, and headed out.

Bike: 2:33:40

T2: 1:21

The run brought the hurt. The first mile or so I felt pretty good. I had trouble feeling my effort, and I think I took that first mile out a little fast. I didn’t hurt so much for that little while, and I thought I was settling into a good sustainable pace. I was wrong. At mile 2.5 everything came crashing down on me. Whatever high I had been riding left, and I was in a world of pain. I took a minute to stop, and go to the bathroom. At that point I thought I was done. I couldn’t see myself running again. I couldn’t even see myself walking the distance back to transition. I took that minute to talk myself back down. I’ll go through my inner dialogue for you here:

Why am I here? I love this sport, I love what I’m doing right now.

Why am I here? Everyone has a bad race, this is your first, this is where you see how strong you are.

Okay, how can I continue? Keep it slow and steady, get your legs back. Forget about the time, just focus on completion.

I got running again. Set a pace that I knew I could easily handle, I tried to settle in around 8min/mile. I long run that pace all the time. I know that pace, it’s comfortable, it’s my running happy place. I walked for about 15ish seconds a couple times before mile 5, negative thoughts crept back, I pushed them away. By mile 5 I was able to settle in. I still hurt, my focus was one foot in front of the other. I walked aid stations to try to get as much sport drink as I could. One quick note, if your race is sponsored by Coke, you freakin better have Coke on your damn run course! Especially when I need it! I ran the rest of the course, walking aid stations, and just holding on for dear life. I finally made it to mile 10, just a 5k left. I can do this in my sleep. I allowed myself to check out the time, assuming about 30 minutes for the swim, I realized that I have plenty of time to make it sub 5. I even had a shot at my goal of 4:50 if I just maintained. I didn’t try to push it in, I just kept with what was working for me. Run 1-1.5 walk 10-15 seconds of the aid station, continue. Before I knew it I had about 0.5 to go, and I left myself pick things up a little. I crossed the line with the clock at 4:51:20ish My official time ended up a bit slower than that. I think maybe they started us a bit less than 10 minutes after the sprint start.

Run: 1:46:47 (if not for flower city half back in May this would’ve been a 13.1 PR)

Overall: 4:52:15

As much as things went wrong for me during the race, I’m happy with the result. I’m very happy with the result. After, I got a ton of support from my team. The Train-This crew is incredible. I agree with Mary, If I can do that on a bad day, I can’t wait to see what a good day might look like!

I also need to thank Amanda. She's amazing! She rode all the way up to Tupper, and spent most of the day either in the car, or in the rain. She was cold and soggy all morning, and I'm sure that there were other things that she'd much rather be doing then watching me ride and run around some little town 4 hours away. She also bought me a delicious Rolo McFlurry, which was just as god as any AG award I've ever won! So thank you dar, your support is everything to me!

Now it’s time to look ahead to Placid. Just one more week or so of work, then on to a 10 day taper. I’m almost there. I still have my days when I’m scared of the race. I have some goals, but I’ve decided that I’m okay if they don’t happen. I can look back at the little journey I’ve made and be proud of the result. In a month I’m going to be an Ironman. Come hell or high water, I will make my way across that line, I don’t care how long it takes me. I’d love to hit those goals I have, but this season I’m realizing how much I love Olympic and 70.3 racing. I had a bad day Saturday, and I still loved it. We’ll see how IMLP goes and reassess. The plan right now for next year is Rev3 Cedar Point. I may make that the 70.3 though. It’s too early for decisions, I’m a wait and see kind of guy. I’m excited to race mini-mussel coming up and get my sprint on! It’s been almost two years since my last sprint, which was my first ever tri. Then I’m extra pumped to volunteer Musselman and cheer on my buddies John and Seth as they take on their first 70.3.

27 days to IMLP

33 days to Wedding!