moonlighting as a Roadie

“I am a goddamn monster.” Upon a Burning Body. 

I love bike racing. Not enough to train for it; but enough to jump into it for some ass kickings among my swim and run training. I also love mma and fear this lack of survival instincts may cause me some broken bones in the future. Hahahah. 

Over the years I worked my way up to a Category 3 card from USA Cycling. It’s like “good” non pro. The 1/2 are basically pro and AAA pros. I am also now old enough for ” masters” which has a lot of 1/2 athletes looking to beat the crap out of the rest of us. It would be like seeing a pro drop down into your age group then telling you if you can’t draft him the whole way your race is over :-) good fun! 

The first race was Coxsackie. Pronounced Cock-Sack-E, the jokes are endless. “It’s so long and hard ppl just want to ride it.” “When it’s cold, it shrinks.” “cocksackie exploded at the head.” 

Anyways, the race itself is long, 50-60 miles and early, late march/early April. Racing that long that early is just sick training. It’s basically the perfect prep for a half IM. The wind splits the field like a knife and you need to be on the ride side of the divides that occur. So staying near the front is critical. That is WAY easier said that done however! After doing that for 40 miles I went off the front a few times in feeble attempts at glory and got barely a gap between being caught and spit out the back at mile 45 giving yourself 5 miles solo to sing the “you got dropped song.” Which doesn’t exists but with 5 miles of solo riding you can write it :-)  because of the wind and bravery a group of 4-5 hard men got away early and won. I love to see that kind of racing. 

The next weekend is the Might Tour of the Battenkill. Battenkill is the largest participatory bike race in the USA and for good reason; it’s sick. Modeled after Paris-Roubiux the race that goes over cobbles, they North Eastern classic uses 8 dirt roads and climbs over it’s 70 mile route. The dirt adds some crazy hard riding as road bikes don’t exactly love dirt making the 70 miles feel like 80-90. Add the fact that the gentleman you are racing are trying at every moment to break you and you get THE classic of the year. 

My race started out with a flurry of early attacks and counter attacks by Fin-Kraft a well organized team. Cycling is a team sport and it’s great to see it unfold as one. I was less appreciative at the time when I was full on sprinting 3 miles into a 70 mile race with all the hard parts yet to come. 

We hit the first serious climb and 1/3 of the field was gone. We hit some dirt and people popped. People at the front driving the pace and each  selector: dirt road or steep climb people got dropped. At mile 22 I got dropped but not by much and with a group of ambitious fellas that didn’t want their race to end and we worked together in a rotating pace line and chased for what felt like forever and tagged back on. Miles 22-50 are the easiest with the selectors being early and late.we had some time to try to recover and I needed it as the chase back on was; um, good training and had me seeing stars. 

I made it over the next climb or two but then got dropped again. Amazingly I got dropped with one of the strong men from the prior chase back on 20 miles earlier and again we worked back into the field. Again this was sick effort; the type I can’t duplicate in training. Somewhere there was a third climb maybe with 10k to go and I get dropped and then road hard and caught others that got dropped. Our working group of about 6 road tempo and pretty hard until the end and even battled it out among us in the last 2k dirt climb for fun and pride, I took 35th over all and was smashed from it all. Good stuff! My teammate was top 5! Go him! 

The next weekend was Quabbin. Obviously it’s throbbin’. The comment section if my blog is for your convenience should you want to put together a throbbin Quabbin and cocksackie joke. They pretty much write themselves :-)  

CCB strong man Kirin when on a solo break and then several men joined him. He road solo for 50 miles or so. Then we caught him. He took another flier after that. His suffer meter goes to 11. I watched a few splits in the field happened and did a few all out efforts to make the gap. A few more to not pop off the back as this race as 1200m of climbing over 100k. The end is a 5k uphill finish and I had nothing for it and took 35th or something leaving the pros, former pros and bad asses to duke it out for glory as I was just happy for the work and not to get blown off the back and as I road up the 5k climb my legs were trashed and I was pedal squares. 

The last race of this 4 races in 4 weeks was the State Fair Grounds crit. The other events are pretty big, this is super small. Just a bunch of freaks trashing each other with effort on a Tuesday night for 60 minutes on a 2k crit loop. 

From the gun the attacks started. I tried to not be foolish but also knew that breaks are serious and if you miss the right one you find yourself racing for best-of-the-rest. At 10 minutes the first prime went up, a race within the race, the winner if the next lap gets some swag. A guy launched and then I went. Sadly I wasn’t quick to go and them paused once I bridged up to him. We had a 100m gap but two pauses meant that we got swallowed up before the finish. 5 minutes later and the next prime went up and again we he attacked and this time I jumped without pausing and when I caught him passed him and together we stayed away. Sadly we had a third dude who was on another level with the sprinting thing and as we neared the line he dropped both of us. The next 15 minutes was more attacks and chases then At the 30 minute mark a guy attacked and I went too with a 3rd guy. We stayed away for a while a group of four bridged up to is and the 7 of us had a BIG gap. Sadly we didn’t work well together but we did work hard enough to build on the lead and it became clear this was the winning move. With a lap to go (2k) I went off the front. Someone joined me and we worked hard to stay away and for a moment I thought we had it but with 500m a

To go we got caught. I tried to rally for the sprint but then the reality of my triathlonness came crashing down and I sprinted like a triathlete taking 7th of 7. still too 10! Woot! Was stoked for the result and to be a player in a pro-1-2-3 race. 

  


Things I say at hour 6 of a long ride

[I was on a long ride and feeling good for the first time in a while; so I turned on the voice recorder and this was what I said out loud to myself. ]

It’s awesome being talented enough to make something you love your vocation. It gives you the time to chase your dreams and passions. Only those lucky enough to chase their dreams however can know that bitter feeling of what happens when you have enough time and energy to give it your all and then for that fire to grow darker, from a flame to smoldering embers.

But that fire that burns inside is made of a truly combustible material once it’s ignited its sure to burn.  Every athlete the truly gives everything will face the fact that by doing so it will smother their own fire. At such times it makes no point to try to find or to question what’s inside you and if you have the passion. Rather you just need to step back and let the fire inside you breath; always trust that if it was once there it will always be there. 

  (Photo: kicking at the Red Sea eating like a caveman!) 

SLB X DIEZ AÑOS DE DELOR

SLB X Diez Años De Delor 

Strong Like Bull celebrated 10 years of bringing pain to people in sPain. Honestly, if feels like the camps have passed into legend status. So many amazing athletes; and even more amazing stories from extraordinary and this year felt both like a celebration of all the years we have done SLB and also it’s own chapter in this book. 

The format is simple. Amazing weather when the weather in most places isn’t friendly to training. Epic rides over sublime over the Spanish countryside and all the support you need to push yourself the limit and beyond. The support comes in the form of material and non material. Material support is a van and driver following you with food, water, bike parts and a ride so you can go to your limit without fear of not making it. The material is nice digs so you can relax in the sun between workouts or in a old stunning Spanish villa. We have a yoga instructor to loosen you up and promote recovery and a certified holistic health food chef. We have a nearly empty swimming pool and do above and under water stroke analysis and three trips to dial in form and swim some quality meters and I really am a legit swim coach after 15 years of studying swimming. 

But as much support as that is, it’s the non material support. The 20 or so athletes push and encourage each other. The ones that won’t let you give up or give in to doubt. People leave SLB changed.

For my part I love this thing. Even if every year it exhausts me, or maybe because it does! I feel like it’s caretaker and stewart but at this point after a decade SLB is way bigger than me or just a camp. It’s a community and it’s awesome to be a part of it. So with all my heart: gracias por su vista !!!!! 

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Thanks to Xterra Wetsuits, Champion Systems, Brooks, Caveman Bars, Block Island Sport Shop, Carbboom Gels, Superfeet, Rudy Project 

NJ Trail Series

I returned from Israel and went from the sun and sand to cold and snow. Feet of snow were on the ground and the top of snow was a half inch of ice. Sane people would cancel a trail race. The good people of the NJ Trail Series are not sane, not by a long shot. Nor are the freaks that showed up in the sub freezing weather to “run” this race.

The race started after my standard Caveman Bar breakfast and Red Bull and me and one other guy got off the front. I felt heavy from the long race the week prior and a long way away being that it was half way across the world. The 10k race was hilly and hard but I kept in the lead with him on my heels for the first half. On one hard climb I stopped hearing him breathing down my neck and grabbed a Carbboom Gel and did a hard pick up.

The snow was hard to break and each step had me jamming my shins into the ice crush. My ankles afterwards looked like I lost a knife fight with a mouse.

The reality was I didn’t have a ton in the tank from the weekend prior but that one big surge was enough for second place to give up and we both ran tempo in. Amazingly I barely broke an hour for the course but running through deep snow and ice is not exactly fast!

 

(Photo: Thanks Brooks For the steady Launches. Perfect for racing when you need good footing.)

Israman

“Cut off the roots of your family tree? That’s not the way it’s suppose to be. Jerusalem if I forget you. ” Matisyshu

 Israel unlike any place on earth; you read about it in class, or see it in the news, or if you are a westerner had a religious up bringing as the three western religions all have their holy places here. In our lives you hear about it in the news relentlessly. What isn’t spoke about as much is the sublime natural beauty here. 

My travels started with a trip from NYC to Moscow to Tel Avi. The Russian currency is down and so the flights are cheap. The food was all meat so I survived on Caveman Bars for 9 hours. Thankfully they have a bunch of flavors and the Caveman style food is a great mix of protien and quality natural ingridents to keep me satisfied. 

Once in Israel we drove 4 hours south to Eilat where I had a person training block to do to finish off my pep for the race. Eilat is a beach town with a standard boardwalk. But the Red Sea is amazing. Also Eilat is a sliver into the Red Sea and you see both the Eilat mountains stretching to Egypt to the west and the Jordan mountains to the east. At moments you see three countries. The water is warm, crystal clear and filled with life. Swim workouts here were so much more pleasant with all the underwater life to enjoy, so much better than staring at a black line of a pool!

The big workout was heading up route 12 which is the race course.the first 20k are up and take you along the boarder of Egypt. You get amazing views of Jordan and the desert and while the workout is hard the area is stunning and it was hard to train because I just wanted to take photos. 

The real joy came the next day when we went 30k north to Timna park for our long run. We ran by ancient mines and Egyptian carvings and even a temple to Hethor! The park has great off road running and hiking routes and you find yourself deep in the desert not just seeing it from afar. 

With the work done the vacation started. First stop was the famed Masada and Dead Sea. Masada is a desert mountaintop that was build by Harod a ruler around 2000 years ago. The scope of that kind of construction in such a place is a wonder. But Masada became legend when in  79 CE the last of the Jewish rebels used it as strong hold against the Romans. For two years they watched as the Romans constructed a massive ramp to try to reach the top. Instead of slavery when they lost the stronghold the rebels entered in to a murder-suicide pact and the Romans found nothing but bodies when they got to the top. It where Israeli soldiers take there military oath now.  

The experience of visiting is amazing because you hike hard for 30-60 minutes up a narrow but safe trail to reach the top. The top is vast with tons of ruins some which were partially reconstructed so you can get a feel for what it was like. We were there for hours poking our heads around. 

The next stop was the dead sea. Super salty you float totally weightless. It’s like a sensory depravation chamber I suspect but set in nature. It’s a meditative experience as your mind floats away as you lose your body in the weightlessness. It’s trippy and awesome. The area around the Dead Sea is very resort style which isn’t my style and we found a funky hotel 2k away and a fun Moroccan tent restaurant to eat in that severed us a great meal. But a day there is great but enough. Also you really can’t swim there. The salt is so salty it burns like acid if it gets in your mouth or eyes. 

From there it was to Jerusalem. We took a tour because we were both

Overwhelmed by the place and wanted a guild. The old city is so dense it is basically a walking tour. With three religions chances are you will offended someone at some point so having a guild is a nice way to be more comfortable. While I can’t review all the site of the old city obviously seeing the Dom of the Rock ( thought not going in), the Western Wall, and the Church of the Sepulcher were highlights. Seeing people practice religions with ties thousands of years old is proud and the living history of it is worth experiencing. If you have a faith then practicing in such a place is holy and a true pilgrimage. The seeing the places of all about the stories I grew up hearing was fascinating and changed my view of them. Being the descendant of Jews and Christians I had tasks both places. 

The next day was more about seeing the rest of the city. It’s not a large city and we found it came alive on Saturday night in a way that was profound. You could feel the energy of everyone recharged from the Sabbath.  We found great Italian with gluten free and vegan dishes. Israel is really great about both those things and we had little issues finding food. Plus each hotel had a kitchens. 

There is obviously some tension in the Eastern part of the city. I am going to not try to address the conflicts as that would take books not a simple post. That said: my only thought is this, if their is a God, and God put all three religion’s holy places basically on top of each other it wasn’t to cause conflict but rather unity and solidarity, my only prayer for this place is that some day people here see that. I am sure it’s insanely more complex then that and with enough blood spilled over this place for thousands of years it’s not likely to happen any time soon, but that’s my humble hope. 

On the way out we drove through the disputes areas, saw the controversial Jewish settlements and constructed army bunkers and towers that stand at the intersections. It’s an odd mix of feeling like every day life and a war zone and the area jumps from one to another and back. Sheep herding one kilometer and gun towers the next. 

But after we excited the disputed area we were back in the desert for two days with the Bedouins.  The Bedouins have been in this area for over 7000 years. Now Muslims they were first pagans and are nomadic. Living in tents and moving by camel they maintain a lower tech life. Spending time with them was relaxing and peaceful in the extreme. They have a few centers where tourists can come and learn about them, take part in their ancient tea ceremony and kick it all tent-life. We road camels and ran in the desert at dawn and mostly sat and sipped tea. In many ways this was the highlight of the trip. It was restorative on a deep emotional level. 

The day prior was a sweet euro style part with a DJ in all white and so great electronica. The race day came and I had my traditional breakfast of two Caveman bars (maple nut). The swim what wetsuit legal and I wore my full sleeve Xterra because I find the long sleeves give me more pull with a wider forearm. I exited near the front but a few ITU freaks were out in front.

The bike starts with an insane 20k climb that takes an hour of solid hard effort. I had two CarbBOOM gels and got over it. Sadly Massimo, who finished top 10 at Bahrain’s half which had a 500,000 in cash up for grabs was busy blowing by me and everyone else on the climb on his way to to top finish. 

The rest of the bike was hard, windy and hilly but Valdora’s PX is considered one of the best TT frames for climbing and at 16-17lbs it was a a big advantage. I had Red Bull too and that also gives you wiings. 

I got off the bike and started a 10k screaming down hill which wrecked two toe nails but I broke 15 minutes for the first 5k as I feel off the mountains and to the sea. I again had another Boom gel and combo of calories and caffine got me right and made sure that no one passed me. Slowtwitch posted that I was 5th and the official results were in Hebrew so I am not exactly sure where I landed but there was 15 or so pros so that felt good. The announcer handed a flag and told me I was the top American which is always an honor. 

 

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Whachung ultra race report

“Running through the Forrest
Ruining through the woods
Running like I should
Running for survive
A Craziness inside me.” Matisyshu

I love everything about trail and ultra running. It is the simple life. Two feet, one trail and just pure sport. The scene/community is chill and welcoming. Full of that certain type of freak that prefers running around woods over all other things. No WTC faceless greedy global corporations, just people who love sport. I dig this. I have wanted to do an ultra for years. But finding the time with a busy tri schedule make it wicked hard but I found time to squeeze one in because it’s held at the worst time of year to race when nothing else is going on. Now. I also was motivated to do it as a fund raiser for Team Continuum and all told we raised 7000 dollars for kids with cancer.

With my bigger goal being Israeliman on 1/30/25 in Israel I used this as base work: after all a 50k takes about as long as a half iron. Perfect! Or stupid. Whatever. Me and Christine did longer long runs but besides that my training was all tri focused. But I think you can get 90% there on tri training as the cross training (cycling, swimming and strength training I am doing) gets you really fit. The one thing I had to compromise to make this ultra dream happen was a meaningful taper. 5 days prior I was still finishing up a monster training block (see prior post). I also didn’t skip New Years Eve which was a lot of travel to Burlington for a reunion of dear friends and not a lot of sleep and a 5 hour snowy hike to summit the second tallest peak in VT. I think over all I am better for all of it but I felt a bit less than tapered heading in, though I felt really fit.

Pre race was a blur and I went with two Caveman (maple) bars for breakfast. The race went off and unlike last year there was a lot of people. The race has a 10/20/30/40/50k all at the same time and knowing who you are racing is impossible. This has two advantages. 1) you can run with people doing shorter races so you have company. 2) you can forget about head to head racing early on and just focus on yourself. Of course it’s also a trap. If you are competitive from the gun you have no shortage of people to run with that will make you go out way too hard and blow you up.

I settled into a pace that felt good and fast. I was with a good friend Dave and we spent the first two laps chatting. With 4-5 hours of racing ahead of me I was thankful for the distraction, the course is 5 x 10k and I was surprised by my first splits, as they seemed faster than was smart. The course is slow and hard. Tons of tricky ups and downs and turns and footing is always in question . It’s legit northeastern trails. But I love that. Hopping and jumping is just so fun compared to road running.

Lap 3 I felt like it was getting hard but ran faster than the first two laps. Lap 4 I took my third spill and it knocked the wind out of me. I was digging deeper at this point but that lap was slower but only by a few minutes so I wasn’t too despaired filled.

I started the final lap with a Red Bull a Carboom gel with 50mg of caffeine and also a shot of fear. I spotted a guy right behind me. The combo had me launch down the trails as I didn’t want to lose a spot. I felt great too, which was a total shock. I think in the past I hadn’t had enough calories and this time thanks to Carboom Gels I had been way ahead of my fueling. I went two two per hour even if I didn’t feel I needed it. Ultras are an eating contest on some level. Sadly the snow was really coming down at this point and the rocks, roots, ice and leaves now all snow covered made each foot step a roll of the dice which turned into a roll of the ankle and I went down for a fourth time and could feel my ankle swelling. I tightened my shoe laces on my Brooks Launch to kept the swelling in check and got back up and kept running.

The extra effort proved fruitful because I dropped the chaser and caught a guy with 4k to go. As I caught him he picked up the pace and I was really hurting. I know the course well so I decided to use my strength of downhill running which triathletes get because of all the cycling that develops our quads and let loose on the next long down hill. This late into the race I was hoping he would crack. If he didn’t I was out of ideas. By the bottom of the hill I had 20 seconds on him and we kept that exact gap for the next 2k until the bottom of the final climb; 1k to the finish. I hammered the final climb and when I looked back half way up he wasn’t there deciding this one was over. I crossed the line in 4:33, 4th: good enough to win this race on some years but not this year.

I was nicely cooked and with the snow still coming down grabbed a Caveman bar for recovery (they are all natural and have a great blend and ratio of carbs and protein) and waited for Christine…who has having an even more awesome day.

(My aid station)

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3 races in 24 Hours, Then a Marathon

“fight till I am dead, eat till I am fed, never stop to catch my breath. I fight till I am dead, eat till I am fed; and then I do it all again…” -hungry

I wanted an adventure. I wanted to race. I wanted to travel and do something epic, some place epic, and found it all in Israeliman, Israel’s half and full ironman distance races. The course is brutal, the event baller, and the country one of the places I most wanted to visit in the world.

One issue, it’s held in January. So how do you prepare for a race in the middle of winter living in NYC? You grow a mountain man beard and HTFU. Chicks can skip the beard part. I embraced a ton of winter suffering. Namely cylco-cross and trail racing to keep me engaged in this pursuit. Both require a beard. So after a million reps in the gym, a diet of leaves and twigs to drop to race weight, and some base l, it was time to start the hard work and I figured 3 races in 24 hours then a marathon would do the trick.

RACE 1 NJ TRAIL SERIES

Race 1 was Saturday, a 10k trail race with the NJ Trail series. I love the trail/ultra runner scene. It’s all sport, pure and brutal. To vs the other runners and nature herself. Pre race I warmed up, rocked a carboom gel and then did some light yoga as the race director set the tone with announcements and a nice handful of jokes with us. Dude has the voice to lead a hardcore band and will never need a megaphone.

The course started out with 1k flat around a lake and I took the lead giving me first digs at the single track. Three guys sat behind me and we hit a down hill then the first series of switch backs and I got a gap on the down hill so I attacked the first climb. This was risky because there was still 9k of hard hard hard stuff ahead. But as a long course guy I tend to think it’s good to make it hard all the way rather than leave it to a sprint at the end. At the top of the first series of climbs I was clear of the three behind me and used the downhills to pull away more as a cyclists my downhill running is strong because it uses cycling muscles but I was clearly going at an effort I would have trouble maintaining.

The course grinds on with more and more uphills and downhills and by the final big uphill I was for sure feeling less snappy. Second place caught a glimpse and I became the hunted. With 2k to go he saw me at a switch back and I needed to shift gears into turbo and run hard to the line. I never ran so hard to go so slow! That course is sick. I was stoked for the win! I used my Brooks Launch, a lightweight trainer. Perfect for racing but enough shoe for rocks.

After that it was time to hit the gym. I working on swimming too so I did my dry-land swim workout and core. An hour later and I was cooked. I like ST Racers, pure flow or T7 for the gym because it feels minimalist and close to barefoot.

RACE 2 and 3. ELM CITY CYCLO-CROSS

The next morning was back to back cross races. But first a swim. I mean, I am a triathlete after all! The plan was to use this as my long ride so I road 80 minutes before my first race. Well, I stopped for 10 minutes to break up a domestic assault by two locals in the park not affiliated with the race which was in new haven. That counts as cross training. MMA work. Crack is whack, just saying.

After that I lined up, for the 4/5 race. I guess I had some points after last weeks racing and so I got a good starting position based in seeding. Sadly I suck at starts at cyclo cross so being in a good starting position isn’t as useful when you suck. I am gonna learn how to do these some day. One of the reasons a good start is critical is that cross has a lot of crashes at starts. 200m into the race I was reminded of this when the field looked like a football running play: a nice pile up. I lost a lot of time as grown men untangled bikes tantrum style.

The course had a sick climb that is about 30-60 seconds and put me right on the edge. I got to do it 20 times that day between racing and riding before between and after races. I made it each time with my heart rate at about 180 beats per minute. It was nice to be riding the Evil Racing Cult Carbon Cross
Bike. Contact me for one! The next section was a power section and that’s where I moved up or dropped people. As a guy focused on Iron distance racing cross is about 8 hours short but even in these 45 minute events I move up late and in the final lap got a few guys that gassed out. The results table had me 7th over all and I was most pleasantly surprised since this is only my 3rd weekend of racing this year. The day had been non stop snow and I was really coming down during the race changing the course each lap. I was SO thankful I scored a Champion System fleecy cross kit! I was totally comfortable for all four hours!

I had an hour between races so I just kept riding because this is my long ride. I had several Carboom gels, once before the race once after and once before race two.

Race 2 was the 3/4 and a better field. My legs were cooked and I could tell 1/2 way through the first lap. My heart rate was a full 10 beats lower than the first race. But I just focused on the workout and kept it hard. One reason to use a heart rate monitor when racing is that even if the race isn’t going great you get to see the work you are doing and that’s motivation. I got into a few battles with people and that motivated me to go as hard as I could. Plus I was still seeing good numbers so I new I was doing work. 45 minutes later it was over and I road 15 minutes more just to hit 4 hours.

The next day I was pretty tired and sore but me and Christine had planned a trail marathon run to prep for the ultra coming up. It was also Coraline the dogs first unofficial-official marathon. All I can say is that It made sense at the time. Also christine was clearly taking advantage of my exhaustion and weakened mental state to convince me a marathon was a good idea. We ran and ran and ran loops of the 50k course we have coming up and I was oddly ok. christine said she would lead the last 10k loop and she dropped 10 minutes off the first loop. That’s 1 minute per km! So it pretty much turned into a race. The dog won. I took 3rd out of the 3 of us. Podium? At 125k a week of running it’s good that Brooks loves me as I am going through shoes quickly. Also huge thanks to Caveman for fueling me before and after all these races!

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(Photo: The top of Spain. 32 k climb to 10000 feet. Come and you will do this!!!!)

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