Maybe I didn't realize the longterm implications of the Tentman Experience.

I've just spent the last 5 nights in a Seattle hotel.
Comfortable beds, but wow.

Sleeping in a bed messes with my body. My back is stiff. My shoulder hurts.
Is it sleeping in a bed, or not training much the last few days? I dunno.
I'm just glad I have Northern PT to right all my wrongs. Very excited to get there on wednesday, catch up with Troy and the gang, and get some work done.

The Big Race is but a mere 20 days away. Gotta train REALLY hard this week.

I've done the planning, the training, answered all the questions, and yet... The gravity of what I'm about to attempt has not sunk in yet.

People ask if I'm getting excited. I will generally say yes, but more than anything, the underlying emotion is fear and focus.

I went to the Lake Anna 3x last year pretty much thinking I could do anything I wanted. Limits were found, and my body came apart.

Knowing that I am not invincible has given me a different take from last year as I make my final preparations for Monterrey.

I must be more organized, and more mature in my attitude towards the distance. Respect.
Being crewless, the need to stay mentally sharp in order to feed myself correctly will be critical.
I guess this means less sleepwalking.

Fear and focus.
I think I'm in the right frame of mind.

krp

Free For the Taking

FREE to a good home:
Race Nightmares.
Come take them off my hands.

Last night, I was in a Double Iron in Africa.
It included a gnarly obstacle course in the middle of the run, and I got the bright idea to do it barefoot. Blood was gushing out of my feet, and everyone but me was concerned about it, until I passed out from blood loss.
Race: Over.

Let's see, what else is free?
A couple of publications doing stories on your's truly.
The Country Courier in central Maine, and a free Sports paper up here in Aroostook County.

I'm finding that what I love the most about the exposure has nothing to do with me. In honesty, it feels weird to have my ugly mug and name posted on stuff.

It is very cool to give my friends and family who've sponsored me some free advertising, and know that I could be helping their businesses out through my exploits. I'm having a lot of fun with it, and look forward to getting more efficient and better at it.

Just getting to the 5x is an extreme challenge... With the high risk of injury during training, expenses, and life in general.
I feel like with all of this support, compounded by being the only USA representative, there's no way I can fail.
ONE MONTH UNTIL RACE TIME

ramble on

I've been glued to the live results at the double/triple this weekend. Congrats to Beat from Switzerland for just winning the Triple. I get to meet/race with him in the 5x in Mexico.
Also nice to see homeboys Sauerbrey, Kurtz, and Pasceri throwing down.
NO WAY I'm not going down to the 3x next year.
Gotta get that monkey off my back for sure.

Not much has changed.
The plane ticket to Mexico is bought, and I'm continuously bloated, like roadkill in the hot sun as I attempt to gain weight for the big race.

It's definitely harder to gain weight than I thought, but I have learned something important from all this over-eating.
Even though I'm constantly feeling the need to purge in one direction or the other, I have more energy from day to day when I train. More power.
Also, there's less daily bonking...which was always a problem.

Could it be possible I haven't been eating enough all along.. or am I just getting stronger as my muscles rebuild from the Double Iron?

Both? Either way, you can bet I'm going to keep at it and see what happens.

35 days away now.

I will have no crew, which will not make it any easier...but it can be done. More stops though. I'll look at it as an advantage. Don't want to get horned up and go too hard on the bike.

Crunch time.

seriously? seriously

Well, I'm pretty much recovered from the 2x.

Let me spin you a tale of the next 3 weeks of my life:
Eat. Lift. Eat. Lift. Eat. Loooooong workout, eat.
Swim.
No sleep.

It is time to drop the hammer down. Hard.

I need to gain at least 8-15 pounds, so that my body doesn't completely eat itself by day 3 of the Quintuple.
Even after the Double Iron, Troy at Northern PT couldn't believe how much smaller my legs got..just from that race.

Ha, imagine it. I have to gain weight, but at the same time complete the longest bike ride, and longest swim that I ever have done-just for training.
Add to that an enhanced metabolism from sleep deprivation, and I would say it's an uphill caloric battle.
I love a challenge.
When I do succeed, I'll be about as jacked as I have ever been at about 185 pounds.

This has been a banner year, really, despite my DNFs. I still consider it a success. In the last 12 months:
-Triple Iron (7.2 mile swim, 336 bike, 34 miles of run completed)
-50 mile Treadmill run, overnight
-Winter Death Race...lived through the night and called it quits
-35 mile run at Mcnaughton Ultras
-50 Mile overnight run at Aroostook Relay For Life
-55 mile run at Green Mountain Relay
-24 Hours of Great Glen mountain Bike Ride
-Double Iron finish (4.8 mile swim, 2224 bike, 52.4 mile run)
-More long bike rides (100+ miles) than I can shake a stick at
That's well over 1 ultra event a month.
I'm ready to cap it now with my biggest finish ever.

Donations beginning to come in. You all have no idea how much this means to me.
It motivates me to train longer, and keeps me going when I am tired from sleep deprivation and don't want to go anymore.

41 days. I'm so ready to go to Mexico and hurt.

krp

There Goes My Hero, Watch Him as He Goes

My hero died.
He was hit by a car on a training ride, just 3 miles from his home.

Somehow, it took me 4 days to learn of his death.
Lack of publicity in ultra-endurance sports- you gotta love it(not).

Jure Robic was NASTY. He was coming off his 5th Race Across America win. Dude could ride his bike from west coast to east coast in 8 days.
He was all about his sport.
He once said of RAAM, "I love RAAM, it is the hardest and the toughest. It gets into your blood like a disease."

He could have been rich, had he chosen to market himself. Instead, he used all of his time to ride. Put up or shut up.
One of his crewmembers said, "Jure is all legs and no head. He has to be that way to win these types of races. He could be making money with endorsements, but he is a bike racer, not a business man."
I could relate to this way of thinking. Screw all the begging and negotiating.
Just let me race.

Jure lived in a small apartment with his kid and wife, scraping to get by so he could race. He had no fluff in his life. I can't help but wonder if scraping to get by was what kept his hunger so high. Training and racing HAD to be his income. He forced it to be that way.

I feel like I knew a little bit of what was going on inside his head every day before he mounted his bike.
The financial struggle.
The obsession to do what you love.
The balance of "normal" life around training.

Maybe that's why I feel so sick about the death of someone I never even met.
So untimely.

Man, I really liked his style. I had hoped to meet him one day.
Here's to you, Jure.
krp

Revenge at Lake Anna

I had mixed feelings driving down the 2.5 mile road at Lake Anna State Park on check-in night, last thursday.

We drove past the sign, and a zillion different memories from last October came flying into my mind.
Way more than I expected.
The highs of the bike ride when I finally found my legs at 260 miles in.
The cold nights. The fun and random mix of friends I had crewing for me.
The low of the second night of racing, when I got injured and had to drop.

I continue to be a student of my sport.

One thing is for sure.
You can do ultra running and ultra cycling.
You can do triathlons..but you have to tie the two together before you can actually become an ultra distance triathlete and learn what you need to do to succeed.

9 of us stood on the start line at 7am on friday morning.
3 of us had plans of Mexico in November. For us, this was just a training day.

The water was flat as glass as we made our way in.
Pretty comfortable temperature.
I settled into a slow pace, chilled out, and got into a rhythm.
I don't do a ton of swim training.
Of the 3 sports, it's the one I enjoy least, and feel has the fewest gains to be had per training time.
Obviously, that will change as I prepare for a 12 mile swim in a couple months. Don't want to be toast after the first discipline in Mexico.

Came out of the water dead last, but really feeling fine. I definitely hadn't wanted to be in the water for over 3 hours, but knew it was coming. Hey, you don't train, that's what you get. I was just happy to feel as good as I felt.
Only a little dizzy from the extended weightlessness of the water.

Changed up quickly, hopped on the bike around 10:45, and immediately went to work.
Even though this was supposed to be a "low pressure" race for me, I didn't like being last.
My continuous 12 hour ride in the last miles of the bike at the Triple told me I could sit for a long time, so the goal was to not get off the bike for the entire ride.

All was well until around 5pm.
The sun was beating down on the pavement.
It was around 90 degrees...temperatures we haven't seen up north in a while.
One of the racers from North Carolina passed me on the other side of the road and yelled,"What an awesome day for this!"

I yelled an obscenity at him. He laughed, but I wasn't joking. I was suffering.

At the end of the lap, I parked it. Toasted.
Dad and Tina got a big plastic bag of ice and I put it against my chest, hoping it would cool my core. They draped wet cold towels on my head and neck.
After 20 minutes, I was still hot as hell but knew I couldn't waste any more time.

Got back on the bike, made it around the first corner, stopped, and puked for a couple of minutes.
Good times. Chris Trimmer came by, and asked if I was ok. Yup.
Matter of fact, I was all of a sudden feeling great.

I spent the rest of the bike ride feeling pretty awesome. Much like the bike ride of the triple, my last 60ish miles were my fastest on the bike, averaging near 19 mph on some laps.

Parking my bike, I was pretty stoked because I knew I was going to finish the race. I knew I could do a 50 miler in my sleep.
Little did I know at that time that I actually would!

The run was great until around 4 in the morning.
Fatigue was finally setting in big-time, so I asked my Dad to come with me for a lap of the 1 mile out and back course.

We started walking, and the first half mile, it was relatively easy to stay awake.
Towards the turnaround, I staggered a little bit.

After the turnaround, I let Dad lead me, and dared myself to let my eyelids droop a little while I walked.
My head and shoulders were next. Feet shuffled.
Right foot went across my mid-plane and to the left of my left foot.
Next thing I knew, there was a white room with a Jeep door on the wall, and a room of people looking at it as if it were artwork.
I was dreaming, which meant I was sleeping, while walking.
That's a new thing for me.

The whole thing probably took less than 5 seconds until I snapped awake.
"You ok?" Dad asked.
I didn't answer, and just staggered as we made our way to the end of the lap.
Luckily, the sun was coming out.

I went solo the next couple laps, and when the sun finally rose up over the trees, I was alive again. Running.

Hours flew by, and around 11 the sun started getting intense. I was chafing in places I don't care to talk about, and the combination of heat and sleep deprivation made me extremely grumpy. In short, I was fried- both physically and mentally.

The last 3 laps took an eternity. It was like every minute took an hour, but quitting never crossed my mind.
I remembered laying on the doctor's table last October, right leg wrapped in ace bandage, as Matej from Slovenia finished. His national anthem played and people were going crazy at 5am. I was so depressed that I wasn't going to get that honor after I had trained so hard.

As they say, "What's past is past".
This was it. I was going to finish for sure. The last 100 meters I forced myself to run, flag in hand. Dad, Tina, and Sarah ran with me for a few meters, then let me have the finish line.
The national anthem played, I crossed the line, and it was over. Fantastic.

We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out and waiting for Paul(an alligator wrestler, seriously)to finish, and talking about the battles we all had.

There really is nothing like the mood swings, consciousness changes, physical beating, and caliber of amazing people that is ultra triathlon. I'm hooked, and can't wait to race Mexico.

Big thanks to Kirb, Nick, Eileen, Dad, Tina, Sarah, and the rest of my support team in Maine and around the country. This would never have been possible if I had tried to do it all myself.

Thanks for reading,
krp


CONCLUSIONS
-I need to heat train somehow. There's no way I can endure 5-6 days of what I experienced this weekend.
-I got caught up in "racing" for no reason, a rookie mistake that I knew better than to do. For everyone else, this was their A-Priority race. This was just a long workout, and I forgot that. Had I been a little calmer on my bike, I probably wouldn't have over-heated as bad, and wouldn't have had to stop a couple times. Also, I might have paced the run a little smarter.
-Swim training in the pool needs to happen now. I have to get my mind used to the boredom of an 8 hour swim. Staring at a pool floor.

chasing

5 days from this very moment, I'll be biking.

My ass will be chapped.
I will have already been racing for 11 hours.

I'll be thinking about how soon, I'll need to put my lights on, get a real meal in, and maybe add some arm-warmers as the temperatures begin to fall.

My mind will be wandering and starting to touch upon the idea that, in 6 or so hours, my undercarriage will be relieved...and my feet will be taking the burden of my entire body weight instead. However, thinking about the act of biking for the next 6 hours....not allowed.
That's a fast-track to moody-land.

The laps will blur, and I will enter my own mind, where I'll stay until it's time to clip out of the pedals for the rest of the event.

All it took was one race.
Last year, at the Triple, I found a state of being that I have not yet seen since that weekend.
It was so powerful. I was at one with my body. Completely in touch with every sense.

That first marathon after the swim and bike...it was like my feet never touched the ground.
Then everything came to a screeching halt. Ultimate high, to ultimate low, in less than 5 minutes.
The idea of finishing a big race while feeling like that is so locked into my head.
It's like...this amazing, reoccuring idea. A bolt of electricity that bounces between my heart and my brain. A spark, maybe.
I can't stop thinking about it...there is no choice but to chase the feeling.
I NEED it.

"It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive him insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play the game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call rodeo"


This year is a lot different.
Last year, I was training for the Triple, and hadn't even done as much training as I have this year. I have never been more fit.
My goal for the 2x this friday is to find zen mode, and stay there, until that American flag is in my hands, and I'm crossing that line.

Thank you so much for your support thus far.
There are people "like"ing my facebook page that I don't even know.

This fills my heart with fire. More than ever. It's like I'm not going to this event by myself. There's an army, now.
No distance is safe anymore.

To the Hunt,

krp