Race Report. . . Woot Woot!

The breakfast. Wonderful strawberry/banana smoothy, and a bit later, a chocolate Powerbar. A bit of Infinit mixed in.

The swim. Felt a little pressure. Less from the Cutter Battle Royale, more from my lady friend who said she wanted to see me exit the water first. Torched it. Smallish geezer wave of about 40 people and it’s never a strong swim crowd so I start in the front. Picked an absolutely perfect line and sighted best ever. First time in my life I didn’t swim an extra meter. Saw several people to my right on the inside where I’m usually stuck. I was stronger and had a better line so ended up in front from early on. Loved it, completely open water, like I was by myself in my “home” lake. Started to swim into the previous wave about third through, but that wasn’t a problem since they were fairly spread out and a bit off-line. Never really broke my cadence and hit the shore with a solid 30-40 second lead on the second geez. Tossed cap and goggles to my lady friend and began 200 yard run to bike transition. Last few years I’ve been putting shoes on for the semi-rough run up which meant watching a train of people pass me after pulling them through the swim. Decided to streamline things this year. Sensitive dogs held up just fine.

Swim to bike transition. Sucked as usual. Gave everyone about 45 seconds. Fought to get the wetsuit over my calves despite the Bodyglide, put socks on (sensitive dogs) which few do, couldn’t get helmet strap buckled. Comedy of errors. Still exited the park in the lead and held it for a few miles.

The bike. I rode well. Dropped over two minutes from last year’s personal best and averaged 21.2 mph. Got passed by about six-seven guys over the thirty miles, but two were working together, so I’m not counting them even though the race officials consciously chose not to enforce the drafting rules. All of them were on tri-specific bikes with serious race wheels. Not sure how much time I give up on my road bike. I don’t even use aero clip-ons. Got passed for the last time around mile 22 and the timing was perfect. I went with him, sitting about 50 meters back, working harder than I otherwise would have. I was a bit worried I was working too hard, but they shortened the run to 4.3 miles and I figured I could still run for 30+ minutes.

Bike to run transition. Sucked as usual. Gave everyone a gift of about 20-30 seconds. Don’t have speed laces so it takes a while to put the rabbit’s ears into the holes. Lower back was tight, as were my hammies, heart rate was way too high, so I wasn’t in a great frame of mind at the start of the run. Took the first downhill at about three-quarters of a mile to get the h.r. back down to a manageable level. Run was fairly uneventful until my right hammie flared at mile 4. Had to stop and stretch it out for about 15 seconds. I had been closing on a 27 year old (who I was ahead of by 9 minutes since he was in wave 1) but wasn’t able to overcome him after stopping to stretch. After getting the right hammie to work, left quad started to go. Managed to hold it together to the finish. A maximum effort.

Here’s the link to the results.

I have to decide whether to commit to racing more often and leveling the field by purchasing a triathlon bike and race wheels. Not terribly motivated to commit more time/energy to the sport. I’d actually like to talk to a sports psychologist about it if anyone has a recommendation.

In related news, Lance swam, rode, and ran hard, but didn’t have his best day. The old man made “the pass” in the middle of the run deep in the woods where his kids couldn’t see it. I felt for him because he was discouraged by his results. But it was fun hanging out with his family afterwards and watching his kids play with one another like a litter of puppies. From the talk on the way home, I know he’ll keep things in perspective. He knows his family’s well being is far more important than how fast he swims/bikes/runs. The best part of winning the CBR. . . he didn’t call me old once all afternoon.

I had my game face on, but didn't want others to know it

I had my game face on, but didn't want others to know it

Washington on the left, UCLA on the right

Washington left, UCLA right

Go Time

24 hours until the Black Hills Olympic Triathlon-Cutter Battle Royale is on! No pay-per-view channels have committed to televising the BHOTCBR YET. Lance’s desperation is becoming more evident by the day. Tuesday he emails asking if I want to do a “short easy spin” Thursday afternoon. I reply that I do and then he tells me the route. . . a medium distance, hilly ride, that you can’t spin easily without falling over. AS IF I was going to take that bait. Oldest trick in the book, try to blow up the old guy 48 hours out. He forgot the wiley part of the old and wiley equation.

So here’s the email I sent him this morning:

Like Michelangelo touching up a masterpiece, I spun easily at the Y this morning for 35 minutes and then ran on the dreadmill for 10. All systems go.

Here’s the reply:

Dude, do yourself a favor and don’t show.  I will accept your concession speech.  My 20 mile spin this afternoon was on fire!  My legs were like lightning and the new tires were like riding on greased rails.  Grease Lightning. I stopped by Bike Tech to true my rear wheel.  The mechanic saw my avg speed on my Garmin and they offered me full sponsorship right there on the spot I didn’t want to ruin my eligibility so I declined, but they gave me a bunch of cool schwag incl. an awesome $220 waterproof cycling jacket for $100 and my wheel, brakes, and headset all fixed for free. No Michaelangelo here.  Rather I just put the final edge on my carving knife.  The course is my platter and you, my friend, are the turkey.  Tru dat! P.S. I would carpool with you, but you probably won’t want to stick around that long after the race to watch me receive my second consecutive podium medal and the Cutter Trophy.  On second thought you might be just finishing about the time the award ceremony is starting so perhaps that will work after all.

Let’s examine his message a little more closely. “Don’t show.” Right, you wish. I have a nine year streak going. It’s going to take a lot more than a juiced up delusional dreamer to keep me from toeing the line. “The mechanic saw my avg speed….” This one’s easy, the mechanic didn’t realize Lance uses kilometers as a nod to his European fans. Wowwwww, 25k per/hour, I’m scared. “Full sponsorship” is what Lance heard, but here’s what they actually said. “Give yourself a fighting chance against old and wiley. Buy a new bike and we’ll throw in a water bottle cage.” “Tru dat!”, no, no, tell me he’s not stealing my signature line. There will be a price to pay for that.

Here’s my final prediction. Lance will cross the line before me, but only because his swimming wave begins six minutes before my geezer one. His kids won’t realize that when I cross the line five and a half minutes after their dad, I’ll retain my crown and accept all the accolades that come with it. Here’s a preview of the podium. (Lance is the younger, taller, more handsome, slower guy on the far right.)

Left to Right, Bronze, Gold, Silver

Left to Right, Bronze, Gold, Silver

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The Week That Was—8/31-9/6


M—8/31 T W R F SA SU Total
S 4,000

2k-30:55

200×8 p/b

2:55493:10

2,000 Ward Lake

wetsuit

6+, 9:35, 9:25, 6+

6,000 √
C 56 2k’ 20.2

peak

40 solo 1,200’ 18.3 20 indoors

1:08

:30racepace

116 √+
R 7.3 6.7 9.7 24 √

S: p/b=paddles/buoy and 2:55493:10 means I did my eight 200’s on 3:10 starting with 2:55’s and descending to 2:49’s. That’s short course yards for those scoring at home, but I record total distances in meters. Put differently, I swam 4,400 yards on Monday. Quirky I know, but my log, my rules. Lake distances are about 400m and 600m. Someday I’ll have to tuck the garmin into the swim cap to get more precise distances. Water has definitely cooled off over the last three weeks. I should have swam more in the lake this summer to work on sighting. I get lazy, don’t look up often enough, and inevitably drift to the right of my target. Probably need to have my limbs rotated and balanced. Note to self, the shortest distance between two points. . . .

C: Tuesday’s team training ride was my best of the season. Nice to be peaking right before the Cutter Battle Royale. Six days on, four off is a great formula. I felt strong all night and rode aggressively. Might have been the black jersey. Reeled in a solo break, stayed up front, and punched Lance HARD at one point. When I passed him like he was standing still, he said he turned to the other guy he was on a break with and said, “Oh that’s just an old guy showing off, don’t worry about him, he’ll come back to us.” As they say in football, more bulletin board material! Way fun. Even attacked a commuter with panniers over the final miles. In my defense, he passed me hard after I gently slid past him and said hello. I proceeded to ruin his night and his self image. I didn’t expect to see Lance cleaning his gutters as I rode past his house in the middle of Thursday nights ride. Cocky mother thinking he doesn’t have to train to beat the old man.

R: Should have ran F, but spent the morning planning for a 9a meeting. Meeting went much better than it otherwise would have so I guess I should give myself a break. Also should have ran off the bike once or twice. I did mow after Thursday’s ride. If I jog with the mower, can I can convert the time spent into running mileage?

Training Update—8/17-8/30

8/17 M-AG T-AG W-AG R-AG F-AG SA to Oly SU Total
S 4,000

w/ A

SLO

outdoors

4,000 √-
C 44 18.7

wrongturn

26 18.7 70 √
R 8

1:08  600’

9.5 hills

1:15

invincible

11.75

1,000’

wrongturn

1:43

3 32 √+
8/24 M T W R F SA SU Total
S 4,000

slow

15:32

50’s-43?

4,000

better

15:15

50’s-39

500’s :15

8,000 √+

(23,000)

C 32 18.2 (low back tire)

1k’+

Woodland-BH-73Z-W

40 20.6

1,333’

half/half

35 18.6

633’

Rainer-Tenino-99

42 19.8

800’

downer

149 √+

(510)

R 5 39:41 5.3 5.3 10.4 26 √+

(114)

(monthly totals)

S—Only 3 sessions, but each was 4,000 meters. Fun swimming outdoors in CA although I got burned. Also nice to catch A before her season begins.

C—Six days in a row is a p.r. I will feel the benefits the next time I head out. I better feel great, because Lance is killin’ it on two wheels.

R—Central CA was hilly. Lance dropped the hammer at the end of Saturday’s run. The swim only accounts for between 1/8th and 1/10th of Cutter Battle Royale. I guess that explains why two-thirds of Positive Momentum’s readers are going with Youthful Lance.

Fitness Friday—8/21

8/10 M T W R F SA SU to AG Total

 

  3,100 14:45 1k 

pad/buoy

100son1:40

third IM

(252536)

  2,900 

15:21 1k

 

      6,000 √

 

  49 hills 

el gato

  33 

quick

30 Paradise 

3k+’

solid

    112 √

 

6.75   6.25 47     10.2 1:18   23 √

S: Build continues, but will probably stall on vacation next week. Nothing spectacular, just two standard sessions. Swimming alone, so not pushing quite as hard. Meanwhile Lance deserves props for swimming in a small hotel pool. The guy is training with a little more focus than one would expect from a Washington Husky.

C: Fell of twice T near the top of two climbs and got back on both times thanks to assists from a couple of people. Feel good, but not sure why I’m not climbing a bit better. Friday’s climb up Mount Rainier was supposed to be a 75-80 mile effort with considerable elevation, but it was socked in. Foggy, high 40’s at the top, and wet. Not a good combo. Two different rides. The climb up was great. I went hard, set the pace for large parts, and finished second by 30 meters. I was definitely on the edge, pouring sweat despite temps in the 40’s. The descent was miserable. I was cold and because I sweated through my base layer, the additional two didn’t help as much as normal. Plus, since we were riding through clouds, I couldn’t see out of my glasses, my gloves were soaked through, and I was shivering so badly I was wobbling pretty bad. Add in the occasional car and some sketchy pavement and I simply endured the return journey. Strange working so hard to build up all that elevation and then not getting to cash it in. All in all, not enough mileage, but really excellent quality, thus the √.

R: Basic week. Appreciate Dano pushing the pace a bit. In my post-Black Hills victory speech I have to remember to thank him for helping me hold Lance off. Here’s an excerpt from today’s dialogue. Dano is 52, I’m 47. Me, “In five years I don’t think I’ll be running this fast, pause, but then again, you won’t either.” Dano, “Right, I’ll be faster!”

Five Keys to Long Distance Success

In this long post I explain five keys to running, swimming, and cycling long distances successfully.

First, everything is relative. I’m an endurance athlete in the context of a relatively sedentary populace. Ultra runners, swimmers, and cyclists would laugh at my training log and chuckle at my definition of going long—a marathon, a 4k swim, 100+ miles on the bike, a half ironman.

Ultra athletes are a different breed. I don’t aspire to run 50 or 100 kilometers or miles, swim 10k, ride my mountain bike for 24 hours, or complete an ironperson. I won’t rule anything out, but at present, all my synapses are firing just fine.

Second, I’m no spring chicken, more a fall fowl, and not physically gifted, so I don’t think of success like an elite athlete who asks, “Did I win, was as I top three, did I set a personal record?” I’ve plateaued as a runner and swimmer and almost as a cyclist so I don’t expect to set many more personal records.

I define success as: 1) finishing the long distance event feeling as if my training paid off and I couldn’t have gone any faster. 2) Finishing feeling like I raced intelligently and spread my effort out evenly. 3) Finishing having left darn near everything on the course, but not being so depleted I feel weighted down with negative associations about the event. And 4) finishing with an even deeper appreciation for my health, my friends, and nature. 

For me, the keys to that type of success are five-fold: 1) train consistently, and for a length of time, and with a degree of seriousness, that parallels the length and difficulty of the event; 2) shortly before the event, assess my fitness in as objective a manner as possible; 3) based upon that self-assessment, devise a plan that will enable me to race evenly and maximize the fitness I’ve achieved through training; 4) right before the event, adjust that plan based upon atmospheric conditions; and 5) be disciplined in executing the plan.

To make this less abstract, let me illustrate each of these keys using last week’s RAMROD (Ride Around Mount Rainier in One Day, 146 miles, skipped the Crystal Mountain climb, 6,720’ of climbing, 18.1 mph) as a frame of reference.

A quick tangent first though. There’s a breed of long distance athlete that I marvel at every year during RAMROD. These are people of widely differing body types that don’t think the ride is hard enough as designed so they ride it in wools socks up to their knees, with mountain bike shorts flapping in the wind, while simultaneously loading their bikes down with every accessory known to humankind—racks, lights, bags, flowers, kitchen sinks. Most amazingly, these hardcore athletes choose to ride it alone, foregoing the considerable savings drafting provides. Wonder if they bother inflating their tires to maximum pressure? Where does this line of thinking lead, “I know, maybe this ride will be even more difficult if my break pads are rubbing.”

I appreciate different body types and personal idiosyncrasies, but my assumption is the event is damn difficult enough and even if I go in lean and mean, ride as light and aerodynamic a bike as possible, and shamelessly draft on the flats, I’m still going to be completely shelled at the end.

Back to regular programming. Key to success number one: train consistently for a length of time and with a degree of seriousness that parallels the length and degree of difficulty of the event. While this seems obvious, lots of people, maybe inspired by the 44th president of the U.S., approach long distance events with the audacity of hope. There is some truth to the notion of good and bad days, but you can’t finesse a ride around Mount Rainier. All the hope (and change) won’t help you a lick if you hit the base of Cayuse without a sufficient training base.

What’s a sufficient training base? At minimum, strive to exceed the event’s total distance in as many of the 10-12 weeks leading up to the event as possible. Also pay closer than normal attention to eating healthily, getting adequate sleep, and incorporating rest days after especially hard efforts.

Key two: pre-event objectively assess your fitness level. Granted, the term “objective self assessment” may be an oxymoron. How exactly does one objectively assess their level of fitness? By keeping a training log and studying workout data in a historical context. The keys are monthly/seasonal volume (total miles) combined with times for selected workouts whether mile repeats on the track, a standard run or bike course, a 10 mile or 40k bike time trial.

Going into RAMROD, I had to decide whether my fitness level was worse, the same as previous years, or better. Obviously, if the same, I could adopt the same type of plan, if worse, I’d have to craft a more conservative game plan, if better, I could plan to ride a tad more aggressively.

Given my off and on summer teaching schedule, I didn’t have the consistency between weeks I would have liked. I also only had one hard effort of climbing way back in late-May on Mount St. Helens and only one 100-mile effort in mid-June. On the other hand, my May/June totals were solid, I had been going very hard on race team training rides twice a week, and Monday night my Garmin confirmed that I was strong in a short, solo, very hot tune-up. In the end, I decided I was in average mid-summer RAMROD fitness, which means probably as fit as I’ll be all year. As a result, I planned on approaching the ride the same way as the last few years.

Key three: based upon the fitness self-assessment, devise a plan that will enable me to race evenly and maximize the fitness I’ve achieved through training. Related to this, knowing the course is probably deserving of “key” status itself.

For example, there are three distinct segments within RAMROD. The first is miles 0-60 from Enumclaw High School to the Nisqually Gate of Mount Rainier. The air is cool, the terrain is forgiving, and everything is right in the world. You have to get to the gate looking and feeling like you could ride a hella hilly century with absolutely no problem. The second is miles 60 and somewhere between 105 and 110. This segment mostly involves about 7,000 feet of very beautiful, unrelenting climbing. This one-third of the course requires about two-thirds of the total effort expended. The final 45 miles are all downhill, the first 10 wonderfully severe. The gently downhill final 35 are almost always into a headwind.

So my default RAMROD plan is to stay completely within myself for the first three hours to the gate. This is the non-negotiable foundation on which the rest of the day hinges. The secret to implementing this part of the plan is knowing my “all day” pace that I can maintain solo and in a group for long periods of time. My RAMROD numbers were 18 and 20-21. I spend the first three hours mostly riding past slower cyclists, but importantly, letting faster ones go. Other elements of the segment one plan include drinking early and often, skipping the 33-mile food break, and being careful to stay within my “steady” zone up the gentle climb to Ashford and the real start at the Nisqually gate.

What’s most essential in segment two is settling into a sustainable rhythm. This is where I take what my body gives me based upon my “perceived rate of exertion.” Other riders’ pacing is totally irrelevant. Related to this concept, Gordo Byrn (if a triathlete, see his co-authored book, Going Long) employs a wonderfully simple and effective four-part “easy, steady, mod-hard, hard” framework. I do long climbs in what might be referred to as upper-mod-hard zone. The toughest RAMROD climb last Thursday, Cayuse, was especially tough because of above average heat. Often I flirted with tipping into “hard” and backed off by sitting on the wheel of slower climbers for a minute or so when I’d come up on them.

The essence of RAMROD is climbing. I really enjoy the challenge of sustaining a mod-hard effort for an hour. Totally in the present, and when all is going well, slowly bridging from rider to rider, exploring what exactly is sustainable on this day on this mountain at this hour and this minute and this second.  

The litmus test of whether I’ve settled into a mod-hard, but sustainable rhythm is whether I can finish the climb without stopping (or falling over). My guess is I was one of the few people who rode from Packwood at mile 78 to the top of Cayuse at 102 (where I was shaking, nauseous, and in pretty bad shape). That was one advantage of being a bandit, I didn’t want to stop in part because I didn’t want to tap the event’s resources.

The segment three plan is to once again work together with other cyclists of similar ability to negate the headwind. Notice the symmetry. This year, Lance and I left the Crystal Mountain deli stop as the same time as a group of four. I said to Lance, “Let’s see if they’re a decent match.” Turned out, they were perfect. We were averaging 22-23 and they were taking 2-3 mile turns at the front. After my first two-mile turn at the front, I waited for Lance to pull through, waited, waited, he had fallen off the back and I hadn’t realized it.

Why did Lance fall off when he’s as strong or stronger than me? Because somewhere around mile 35, our third friend, Alberto, whose “all day” numbers are probably 20 and 22-23mph, went off the front of a solid group of about 20-25 riders that were humming along at 20-21mph. Because Lance is a young thoroughbred who can’t help himself, he decided to bridge up to him. If we were early in a race team training ride, I would have applauded the bold move, but since we were riding around Mount Rainier in above average heat, I had a sinking feeling, thinking it would make for a much more difficult afternoon. Unfortunately, I was right.

It’s understandable to think that 2mph is relatively inconsequential but it represents a world of difference when on the course all day. It’s like 30 seconds per mile in a marathon. Doesn’t seem like much, but multiplied by 26, it adds up to a sizeable difference. In a marathon, going  even 10 seconds a mile too fast over the first half or three-quarters, inevitably leads to a slower finishing time. In a day-long cycling event, going a few mph too fast over the first half inevitably leads to a slower finishing time.

Key four: right before the event, adjust that plan based upon atmospheric conditions. Enough said. I failed to do this in the Boston Massacre Marathon in 2005 and ran my slowest marathon ever. We knew Thursday afternoon was going to be hotter than normal. The adjustments I had wanted to make included starting earlier, minimize time spent off the bike, get over Cayuse in the a.m., ride even more conservatively over the first three hours. My mental cues included: Rush Limbaugh, Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck, Bill O’Reilly. Meanwhile, Lance’s mental cues appeared to be Bill Ayers, Al Franken, and Keith Olberman. The adjustments didn’t go exactly as planned and I crested the top of Cayuse at 12:11p.m. 

Key five: be disciplined in executing the plan. This takes practice. Experience is the best teacher.

My hope is something in this description of my mental approach supplements what you’re learning from experience and contributes in some small way to even more success in long distance events.

Not tan, but rested and ready

Not tan, but rested and ready

Game On

This email just in from Lance.

Okay, game on, old man.  I figure it is only fair to give you fair warning that I am coming after you at Black Hills this year.  Beginning today I am laser-focused on the next five weeks of training with the sole intent of besting you by at least one second on September 12.  Don’t let my five mile, 40+ minute run this morning fool ya’; I’m registered and all in, baby.  This is it; the Cutter battle royale that everyone has been waiting for.  My youth, good looks, and smarts vs. your old age…No Excuses!

Remember the recent RAMROD Blues post where I wrote about giving up my active life for a sedentary one. Forget it. Game on now. How many times can a guy take being called “old” in one email?

In actuality, Lance is younger, better looking, and smarter than me, and I’m spending a week in California without my bike right in the middle of the five week-build. The Vegas oddsmakers will no doubt favor Lance, but I’m wiley, and I intend on making him earn the victory.

RAMROD Blues 2

In one Northern Exposure episode, deejay Chris in the morning, said, “You have to do something bad everyday just to feel alive.” Thursday, my bad deed was riding RAMROD sans invitation. I wrestled with whether it was ethical and ultimately decided I’d be able to sleep at night if I rode it without tapping race resources. So I loaded up a hydration pack with water and food and I took $ for the Packwood convenience store, and headed towards Mount Rainer with a couple of good friends we’ll call Lance and Alberto. 

As always, it was the test of the year and fun in a sadistic kind of way, but I didn’t enjoy my outlaw status. I kept thinking true bandits probably relish their outsider, bad boy or girl status. In contrast, I regretted tagging along and will not do it again. So to the RAMROD officials who are reading this, accept my apology and please don’t ban me from future editions. I didn’t have all the facts and acted stupidly. (Can I get a beer for admitting that?)

As it turns out, it is impossible to ride 146 miles in the heat without tapping the event’s water and porta pits. I also benefitted from traffic control. Bandits are kidding themselves if they think they have zero impact on the event.

I hereby offer myself as a “recovered-bandit” and in exchange for an entry into next year’s ride, I’ll do public service announcements.

Fitness Friday—7/24

7/13 M T W R F SA SU Total

 

  3,000 

14:58 1k

pads/bouy

decent

  3,000 

15:08 1k

7:30/7:10

500’s

4x100Im, :35-37

      6,000 √

 

16i 50 2,045’ 

20.8

duress

groups 2/3

  53 1,385’ 

20.5

solid

    31+ solo 1,200 

18.3

5on/off

150 √

 

6  

wall@5+

  6 10+ 1:22   28 √

S. Had wanted to get three workouts in, but bagged the late week one. Not in top shape, took it relatively easy, and felt decent.

C. The “i” is for indoors. Two good, hard race team training rides. T’s was hilly and I spent the second half in small chase groups. Beautiful weather and fun. Rode so hard that I hit the wall five miles into to W’s six miler. R was hard and fun too. I hit the the top of Tenino hill hard and was in the middle of things all night. Nice to get out for a solo ride on Su before hitting the road to teach in eastern WA. I feel strong, but will lose some fitness next week no doubt.

R. If I didn’t have training partners waiting for me on W and F, I’d probably bagged one or both of those since I was still hung over from the previous night’s cycling effort.

RAMROD Blues

This just in. Michael Phelps wrote me and said he doesn’t find me that interesting either so I guess we’re even. 

For the last three years, on the last Thursday of July, I’ve ridden my bike around Mount Rainier with 799 other gluttons for punishment. 152-154 miles and 10,000 feet of climbing fun. I just learned that this year I will be on the outside looking in since I will not make it off the waitlist. I’ve spent the last couple months impressively working my way through the waitlist peloton, but I simply started too far back.

Now I don’t know what the purpose of going on with cycling and even running and swimming is. I’m not entirely sure yet, but I suppose life is still worth living. If you’re wondering why don’t I do a personal version of RAMROD, it just wouldn’t be the same without Travis and Dave, the unrivaled scenery, and the Crystal Mountain sandwich food stop. 

That giant sucking sound you hear is my motivation to go long. In fact, why ride at all, why run, why swim, why move from the couch? I think I’ll just sleep in, stay in bed, eat, and smoke cigars. I’ll sell my bike on craigslist and use the proceeds to buy new pants and belts. It’s a nice carbon frame, 60cm, with Dura-Ace 7800 components. I’m now accepting offers. I also have a few pair of size 11 Mizuno Wave Creation running shoes still in the box,  some new goggles, a pair of zoomers, paddles, jammers, a gym bag, a Masterlock, some Infinit mix, a YMCA card, and wife who probably won’t have much interest in me in a few months.

Then again, there will be more of me to love. 

Take a good look at this picture of me at the Pre-Classic in June because the next time Dano snaps my picture, he’ll need a wide-angle lens.

The "Before" Picture

"Before"