July 20, 2014 § 1 Comment
6 swimmers. one boat. 11 miles across lake tahoe.
i love this event so much.
even the ride in is beautiful (ignoring the 3 hours of traffic you inevitably hit in sactown when you leave SF at 3:30 on a friday).
This swim is a little bit different than running relays I’ve done in the past in that each leg swims for a set amount of time (in this case, 30 minutes) as opposed to a distance. And you continue to rotate until you hit the finish line. Simple, and kind of beautiful in the fact that nobody can really tell how fast you’re going (unless you really gain or lose ground to another nearby boat, though the lake is to big and people get pretty spread out that it’s not usually like a neck-in-neck race until the end.)
proper nutrition. key for peak performance. oh 21st amendment, how i missed you.
6am boat pickup
early ride to the starting line
the starting line, sand harbor state park
waiting for our first swimmer
one of the many exchanges
we finished in 4 hours 10 minutes(ish). then we got to hang out in this for a while.
seriously. the water was just incredible.
it’s good to be back.
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May 19, 2014 § Leave a comment
On Friday I happened to stumble upon the fact that stage 5 of the Amgen tour would be finishing in Santa Barbara THAT AFTERNOON.
I am not a huge cycling buff, but during my time working at the SBR shop in Kentucky I was exposed to my fair share of Tour de France and Beyond the Peloton DVDs. And I thought it would be awesome to see.
So after Memaw graciously agreed to watch HH for the afternoon, I was out the door and downtown in the hot, hot heat.
My friend Rika, who doesn’t particularly like cycling, just happened to be in town and agreed to stand with me to watch.
Around 3:45 the barricades were all up, nobody was allowed to cross the street, officials were yelling at pedestrians to STAY OFF THE ROAD, you could see the blinking lights of the escort in the distance…when suddenly a homeless dude on his cruiser with two large bags full of cans slung over one shoulder came cruising down the middle of the course.
He seemed somewhat tuned into the fact that something was…different, but completely oblivious that he was in the middle of it all.
Cue: mass hysteria.
Every official nearby was yelling and chasing after him, flags in the air. Caught completely off guard by the uproar, Can Man started swerving all over the road to avoid the various people trying to tackle him, almost colliding with one official in the process. There was a collective gasp as everyone envisioned cans strewn across the road as the peloton descended.
Surprisingly dexterous in steering his bike with one hand and carrying an unwieldy load in the other, Can Man managed to avoid crashing into anyone or anything, finally rolling off the road and into a nearby park yelling over his shoulder about how EVERYONE was being ASSHOLES. Crisis averted.
And then Taylor Phinney came flying by.
Then came the peloton.
It all happened in bouts of about 3 seconds. I thought it was very exciting. At the end Rika was like, “That was it? That’s what we stood here so long for?” But ultimately agreed the homeless dude fiasco made the event worthwhile.
Nice little article on how brutal that leg was here.
April 14, 2014 § 1 Comment
Despite how it may seem based on the radio silence the past 2 weeks, we survived the trip to CA. And are now living 4 generations under one roof.
As you might imagine, the last 2 weeks have been a little transitional. But things are starting to settle down. The fact that it’s been mid-70s and sunny every day since we got here hasn’t hurt. We’ve also gotten to spend time at the beach. I’m really pushing HH to get out there and meet some men.
In the meantime, the job/home search continues. Regular posts to resume shortly. I hope.
December 30, 2013 § 1 Comment
October 28, 2013 § 2 Comments
Sticking with my MO, my longest run in the past 8 months has been 5 miles (and I’ve since backed off because of pain), I still haven’t figured out how to fit a normally scheduled workout into my workday when I’m not sleeping more than 3 hours at a time, and I live in Kentucky. But am I going to let that stop me from signing up for a 13 mile race in California? HECK NO.
All registered and ready to roll.