Dream Season

It's getting to be that time of year.
Race season.

I know this because the dreams are starting.

In my race dreams, every terrible thing that can happen, does happen.

Last night, I got to the Virginia Double Iron. Lost my swim goggles.
Got into the water for the start, and somehow saw my goggles on the bottom of the lake. Even though the water was 3 feet deep, I couldn't reach them no matter how hard I tried.
Spent so long trying to get them that I missed the start.

The swim was a blur. When I got out of the water, everyone had been done so long that the race course was barely marked.

In trying to get to the transition area, I somehow got lost and navigated onto a different course, and started another race.
This race was like an obstacle course on a kids playground....in snow. All of my college friends were there, and pissed at me for missing the start of their race.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep up with anyone. Then, I woke up.

The nightmares will keep coming. With increased frequency.
Dream season is here. Great.

krp

busride writin'

People ask me why
I don't really know
Gazing at the sky
I tell them I just....go

On the surface is my smile
A mask well-worn and fake
My soul is tread-upon tile
Something I can barely take

Underneath, a raging blaze
Consuming, seeking air
Let me just count the ways
I can ignite it, under there

At the center is my hate
For myself, inferior
My endurance is my fate
For choices made, interior

krp

Tempting the Triangle

I tempted fate today.
Took my life in my hands, really.

Today, I dared Sasquatch, the Turner Beast, the Leeds Loki, and the Turner Triangle to tangle with me.

Laced up the running shoes and did what used to be my favorite on/off-road bike ride via my own two feet.

Ran up along the south end of Pleasant Pond, where I was disappointed to find that the dirt road ended with a house. No matter.
I bushwacked up to 117, ran down over the hill by the golf course, and linked up with 219 for a few miles.

Ambling past what used to be Twin Bridges Market in Leeds and admiring the new tar, I was reminded of a few nights prior. I was tooling along that road at 1am on a bike ride from Ellsworth to Turner, and happened to look over and see a nice buck with super long tines on his rack. Pretty awesome.

I hit the crossing of the powerlines and took a right, and followed them all the way to the intersection, where I could've gone to Landry's store, Addington Hill, or the Androscoggin River. I chose river, bub, hoping I wouldn't have to swim across to get back onto the Turner Flats.
Sure enough, I took the trail that dumped me out on the river. A trail went to the left, but a sign said "Keep out"...

Luckily the water was really low. I mucked it along the edge of the river, baffled at how many different types of animal prints were embedded in the sand. Raccoons, squirrels, deer, rabbits, etc. After a 1/4 mile of mudding and some wet shoes and feet, I cut across someone's property until I was on the main road.

Crossed the bridge, jogged down Cobb Road and memory lane as I ran by my aunt and uncle's old place, where I spent a lot of time as a kid. Weird how I remembered the the road and houses being so much bigger then compared to now.

Finished up on the road. 117 and back down Pleasant Pond road. No better way to spend an afternoon.

24 HOGGin'

Just spent the weekend riding the mountain bike.
Literally, the whole weekend.

I was foolish enough to sign up for the 24 Hours of Great Glen, located...well...on the side of Mount Washington.
A lot of people do it in teams of 2 or 4, but some are dumb enough to try it alone. It's a test of will and skillz.

Trail description:
Lots of dirt road, interspersed with some singletrack. 8.3 miles.

Cool.
I figured, I've done a lot of biking...why not?
If it's a lot of dirt road, I should at least be able to pull off a lap an hour, right?
WRONG!

Cannon was fired at High Noon on Saturday.
I held a pretty good pace for 5 laps, but then the singletrack started really frustrating me and kicking my ass. It's not exactly a strength of mine.

It really is an art that requires good balance, technique, focus, and short bursts of high power.

I...um..have none of those. Just the ability to zone out and go for long periods. Can't really do that on a mountain bike.
I tried at one point around midnight in the race, and did a header into a pine tree.
Good Times!
Also, the amount of climbing was unbelievable...and I even like climbs.

BY 1am, I was COOKED and totally out of my element. Went to bed for 40 minutes to try and get some consciousness back, but had the usual "lay there and think about the race" thing going on. Falling asleep on impact of pillow is something I have yet to perfect in my Ultra races. It's frustrating to be tired and not sleep, knowing that it's going to help.

Came out of the tent totally pissed off and not in the mood to ride.
Did a misery lap. Got passed every 2 seconds. Seemed like every time I'd get a rhythm established, a relay team dude would yell "on your left!".
This compounded my frustration....even though most offered the seemingly standard "Good Job Solo!".

Rolled into the camp 2 hours later(mind you, this equates to a 15 minute mile). I could've easily run faster, and knowing this REALLY pisses me off.
I tell Nicole, Mom, and Dad(kick ass crewing job, by the way) "I'm going to bed, and not getting up until I sleep".

A couple hours later, they're opening my tent. Time to go.
Spent the next couple hours riding, saying I'm gonna stop after this lap.
I said that a few times.. but with each lap, I kept getting more inspired. Around 10:30am Sunday, I told the gang. "Well, I'm so miserable now, might as well go and make myself more miserable."

I am SO glad I chose to do the last lap. Met up with a ton of other Solos.
It was really a celebratory lap and an awesome end to a tough event.
We shared battle stories of the experiences of the 24 hours, and enjoyed the hot sun after the chilly night.

I'll definitely be back next year. At least I'll know what to expect!

Starvin Marvin

I haven't updated in a long time.

Been BUSY. Busy TRAINING.

Holy moly.

I'm so far ahead of last year at this time that it's unreal.
I feel good. I'm fitter than ever. Now I just have to be smart....and now that I have more time on my hands(now I'm part time at work), I can BE smarter. Little things like injury prevention and weights are the things I just never had time for when I was working all the time.

It materialized like this:
Mark and I were working together. Both full time.
Store has slow months from now until November.
I have a mental breakdown, and realize: oh my word, I'm making the same mistakes as I did last year prior to the Triple.
Working too much. Not training enough. Not taking care of myself.
I propose that I take a small pay cut and work 25-30 hrs per week TOPS.
Done.

A HUGE weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
While I may have had some creeping doubts before about Mexico, those are long gone. I don't think anyone wants it as bad as I want it, and I mean that.
I wake up and think 5x.
I daydream about it all day.
I do every workout imagining I'm in the middle of the race.

I'm GLAD for those DNFs.
They've made me so hungry.
Shit, I'm starving...and in a few months, I'm gonna eat like a king.