I missed my run yesterday at lunch and had to get to it after work. Luckily, one of my former analysts who is training for a half marathon also missed her lunch time run, so we got together across the street after work to get a run in.
As we were running along, she asked me something that I hadn't really consciously thought of before, but perhaps subconsciously had recognized and embraced.
She asked if I ever got tired out from always having a race to train for. This half marathon she was prepping for was her first race she had trained up for in a few years, and although she has an athletic background as a college softball players, doing endurance events like running as an adult with a marriage and career to balance were very new to her.
As I slowly made my way through organizing an answer, I came to the conclusion that in the past, I did tend to get worn down, but that over the past year, things had changed and it was no longer the case.
I used to love racing, and love the sense of satisfaction I would get in observing my body adapt to the stresses I'd put it through. Whether it be watching pounds fall off from hard work, or speed going up, or volume tolerance improving, I loved the adaptation. The sense of satisfaction from doing well in a race was also a bit like a narcotic.
I didn't however like the training. The perceived lack of variety, the plateauing of improvement, and the compounding fatigue would usually get to the point of reaching an unbearable level.
For the first few years that I did running, and then triathlons, I would very rarely be able to successfully develop a training schedule and stick to it. It seemed that life would always get in the way. I'd get sick, or have to travel, or would get stuck in the office on a project. One little blip would rock me and I would get depressed for having come off schedule, and it would take me a few days to recover, then I'd get depressed that I spent a few days recovering and that the ordeal had set me back maybe a week or more, and next thing I know, 2-3 weeks would pass, the event would be on the horizon, and my 10-12 weeks of carefully planned scheduling would amount to 3 weeks of sticking to it, 3 weeks of sputtering along, and 4 weeks of cramming to make up for the detour prior to race day.
I would sometimes still have a satisfying race, and it would be satisfying enough for me to sign up for another race, which would usually entail me repeating the cycle above.
It happened as recently as last year. The first half of my season got off to an okay start. I had a PR at my race in Galveston, and was geared up to go for an Olympic distance PR in Austin on Memorial Day Weekend.
Training had been going okay, better than normal. I was able to minimize the disruptions, and get to the start lines pretty fit.
It turns out that the race was going well, but I literally melted on the run in the heat. After the race, I took the entire month of June off. It wasn't by design, but because I couldn't get things rolling. I took a week to go on vacation in Europe, and when I got back, I had a hell of a time getting things started. As I think back to why, I think the main reason was that I was pissed off about not getting in any training while I was in Europe. I took running clothes and hoped to get a few runs in. Instead, I ate and drank, put on some weight, and gave back all of my spring fitness. Sort of stupid to let disappointment over training not going how I'd have hoped be the thing that kept me from training.
I finally mustered up the courage and motivation to get back to training in early July. It actually happened on July 4th when I met some friends from work to do a lake swim at Lake Grapevine. I was out of shape, and they were all days away from doing IM Lake Placid. The discrepancy between our current places on the training spectrum was so vast, that I think it was the shock I needed. Perhaps a joke about my beer guy had something to do with it as well. I had a 70.3 race on the calendar in just 6 weeks which I clearly would not be ready for, but I decided to sign up for a 70.3 in Oct, and try to throw together a solid 12 week training block.
It was during this 12 week block that I think I turned the corner in terms of scheduling my life and planning my time.
First, I tried to simplify my life as much as possible. I started going to bed earlier, eating a little bit better, I cut down on the TV watching (I still watch allot, but I found that I was watching some things I didn't even enjoy), and I prioritized my days trying to maximize my productivity. Why go to lunch and eat crappy food with the same crowd every day when there is a gym across the street with a treadmill, showers and towels that I can jump on a couple of time each week. Get the workout over with so I can come home from work and spend time with the family. I even started riding my bike to and from work once a week to essentially turn my 70 minutes of daily auto commuting into 140 minutes of bike commuting.
By no means is my life simple, but it is 'simpler' and is a bit more productive.
During these 12 weeks, I got pretty fit and came out of the experience having learned allot about how to motivate myself, how to avoid the common road blocks that had derailed me in the past, and how to get back on the horse if life bucked me off.
I've found that it is a hell of allot easier to stay fit than it is to get fit. So the last 8 months or so have been like a big land slide picking up mass and speed as the weeks have rolled on.
I'm now feeling as fit as I ever had for this time of year. I'm still highly motivated and I've found that the correlation between my motivation and fitness with my overall disposition are strong.
So I don't get tired of always having a race to train for. I used to, and the boredom would usually cause me to fall off "the plan." But I've found I'm much more happy on "the plan" than off of it, so having that goal is now a necessity for me. Approaching fitness and training as a lifestyle as opposed to a hobby was what changed for me. When I made that change, things found a way of falling in line.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Jugar Beisbol 2009 Roster
I was in Houston yesterday for the 6th annual Rice MBA Fantasy Baseball League draft.
It is always a highlight of the year for me, and for most of the other guys in the league. We've got 12 owners 11 of who are returning for anywhere between their 4th and 6th season this year.
Though we've all moved on to other parts of the country, we still all try to make our way back to Houston during the first weekend of march madness to pick our squads.
Guys fly in from Louisville and Cincinnati while others the out of town TX contingent consists of two of us from the DFW area, and one from Austin. The rest of the guys are Houston locals.
I had the first pick in the draft this year and used it to take CC Sabathia. Not a pick I'm in love with, but our league values pitching highly, and the decision to go pitcher turned out to be a good one as 9 of the first 18 picks were pitchers. If you have the pick of the crop, CC is probably as good as any of the others.
Here is the 2009 Jugar Beisbol squad in the order they were drafted:
1. CC Sabathia - SP
2. John Lackey - SP
3. Lance Berkman - 1B
4. Javier Vazquez - SP
5. Nick Markakis - OF
6. Ricky Nolasco - SP
7. Garrett Atkins - 3B
8. Cory Hart - OF
9. Matt Cain - SP
10. Derek Lowe - SP
11. Kelly Johnson - 2B
12. Matt Wieters - C
13. Jay Bruce - OF
14. Chris Ianetta - C
15. Bronson Arroyo - SP
16. Jonathan Broxton - RP
17. Milton Bradley - OF
18. Christian Guzman - SS
19. Randy Wolf - SP
Overall, I'm pretty happy with my draft. If I could change one thing, I would have taken Ryan Braun in the 3rd round instead of Berkman. I'm not sure that happened. I must have had a brain fart at the time.
I'm also a little disappointed I didn't end up with more Dodgers. I had my eye on several, but they all were drafted too early in my opinion. I tried to make up for it by taking Broxton. Whether Wolf remains on my squad by opening day is an unknown.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Back from the Dead
Okay, a quick update post. I've been through a bit of a rough patch, but think I'm coming out of it now. I can only hope.
I got a terrible bout with food poisoning back on Tuesday night that absolutely decimated me. I quickly dropped about 5-6 pounds, didn't eat much of anything for 5 days, missed a couple of days of work, couldn't train, etc. It was bad. On day 5 (Sunday), I'd had enough of waiting for things to turn, so I went to an urgent care center, got some antibiotics and something to ease the wear on my guts, and within hours started feeling better. I was able to start eating close to normal on Monday, was able to run a bit and now Tuesday, feel normal again, though still a little weak from the weight loss.
So I missed my first race of the season through all of this and am disappointed about that, but luckily I have a race just 2.5 weeks from now.
I'm rejiggering my training plan to adjust for the fact that I missed a big training week last week, and hope to be able to hit the schedule this week. I'm hoping I haven't lost too much other than weight with this thing. We'll see.
I got a terrible bout with food poisoning back on Tuesday night that absolutely decimated me. I quickly dropped about 5-6 pounds, didn't eat much of anything for 5 days, missed a couple of days of work, couldn't train, etc. It was bad. On day 5 (Sunday), I'd had enough of waiting for things to turn, so I went to an urgent care center, got some antibiotics and something to ease the wear on my guts, and within hours started feeling better. I was able to start eating close to normal on Monday, was able to run a bit and now Tuesday, feel normal again, though still a little weak from the weight loss.
So I missed my first race of the season through all of this and am disappointed about that, but luckily I have a race just 2.5 weeks from now.
I'm rejiggering my training plan to adjust for the fact that I missed a big training week last week, and hope to be able to hit the schedule this week. I'm hoping I haven't lost too much other than weight with this thing. We'll see.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Tuscon Tri Camp - Day 4
This was the most amazing day I've ever had on the bike, hands down!
So as I mentioned, the Mt Lemmon summit bid was hatched the night before at Dinner. Five guys, John, Norm, Manny, Joseph and I decided we'd leave the hotel half an hour ahead of the rest of the group, and ride to the top of the mountain.
the rest of the camp had planned to ride to the base together, climb as far as they could by 10am (about 90 minutes) then turn around and regroup for the ride home back at the bottom.
I had a couple of beers in me and figured I'd give it a go. That night, I was nervous about how I'd do. I was worried about how tired I'd be from the 3 previous days of riding, and how I would handle the altitude. I thought if I could settle in at some pace under lactate threshold (160 bpm for me) and keep it there, I'd be fine. but if the ride was a steep as Gates Pass was for even a little bit, I could not keep the bike upright without going over LT, and then I'd just be a time bomb waiting to bonk. I did not know what to expect.
By 7am we headed out for the 15 mile ride to the north part of Tuscon to the base of the climb.
We stopped at Le Buzz for some double espressos at the base of the hill, took some photos, and headed off to the climb.
Mt Lemmon is a 25 mile climb that starts at 2,500 feet of elevation and tops out around 8,200 feet. The average grade is probably in the 6-7% range. There are actually two peaks you go over that are about 4 miles apart, and in between the two peaks, you are in a bowl and give back about 400 feet of altitude before cresting 8,000 feet again, then you drop in to the village on top of Mt Lemmon.
Here is the map and elevation profile
Because our hotel was on the other side of town, the entire ride was 85 miles and over 10K feet of climbing.
Our plan was that we'd ride to the base together, then everyone was on their own on the climb. If anyone had to quit, they would text message the rest of the group to let us know they'd headed home, otherwise we'd wait for everyone to make it to the top before we headed back down.
As we hit the very first part of the ride, John, who along with Norm were the strongest riders in the group flatted. We were literally only 50 feet into the climb when it happened. Norm stayed behind to help John and the rest of us kept pushing on.
I very quickly settled in to the grade and pressure and got my HR up to a level it would pretty much stay the rest of the way up. I was usually in the high 150s when the hill was steep, and would get little breathers when the grade would relax a bit. I pretty quickly pulled away from Manny and Joseph, and within 10 minutes into the climb, was on my own.
I set up my Garmin to show me 4 displays, HR and Elevation on one view, and Speed and Distance on the other. I found that using elevation to mark my progress was how I choose to proportion the ride.
At 3,000 through 4,000 feet, the grade was steep, the air was still warm, and we had a headwind like you couldn't believe. I was afraid it would be like that for the entire climb, and knew I could not do that for 3 hours.
Luckily the winds died around 4,000 feet. 4,000-6,000 feet wasn't too bad. Just about an hours worth of really hard work. At around 6,000 feet, the topography started to change from desert to unique rock formations, and again lots of wind.
The grade would kick up for as far ahead as you could see, and you'd just slog through it, then right as you were about to break, there would be a nearly flat section, and rarely even a small down hill. I'd take this time to snap photos or take in some nutrition, though because of some lectures Bob had given earlier in the camp, I didn't really eat a lot. Just drank lots of water.
The stretch from 6,700 feet to 7,000 feet was probably some of the toughest. It was very steep, and very windy. This was also when you really bean to notice the air was thin.
At 7,000 feet, the topography changed again and we were in a Pine Forrest like you'd see in the California Sierras. It was truly amazing.
When I got through 7,000 feet and the steep grade subsided a bit, I knew I would make it. the last 1,200 feet of climbing was tough, but the euphoria of the accomplishment overshadowed the pain.
As I hit the first summit and started the 4 mile descent to the next peak, I picked up some serious speed and nearly froze to death. It was probably in the 50s, I was soaking wet, and I was going over 30 mph much of the time. Right at the start of the last climb on the second peak, John, who flatted at the bottom caught up to me. It was the first familiar face I'd seen in over 2 hours. We stayed together for the last little climb and rolled in to the village on top of Mt Lemmon together.
At the top was a cafe know for amazing pies and hot chocolate. John and I got our $5 hot chocolates, picked a table in the sun and began waiting for the rest of the crew. About 10 minutes later, Norm rolled in to town, and Manny followed him another 25-30 minutes later.
We all got Banana Cream pies, scarfed it down, and enjoyed the views and accomplishment.
We got word that Joseph had to turn around around mile 19 and once we knew there was nothing left to wait for, began gearing up for the hour long descent back to the base. We bundled up in all of the clothes we had hauled up to the top, top some last photos, then began the ride down.
The descent was nearly miserable. I was so cold, so windy, and so fast that it was a bit nervous for most of the way. Your hands would get sore from gripping the bars tight, you couldn't drink for fear of taking your hand off the bars, your shoulders got tense, and you couldn't enjoy the views without taking your eyes off the road and risking death. Some of the drop offs where frightening.
Eventually we all made it down safe. I shed all of my clothes a bit before the bottom to keep from over heating when I had to start working again to get to our next meet up spot before pace lining back t the hotel. 85 miles, and 5,678 calories burned on this ride.
The ride was amazing. I still get chills thinking about it. I think the guys I was riding with made it even better. I couldn't have asked to do the climb with a better group of guys. It is definitely a day on the bike that I'll never forget.
Here are some photos:
The Summit Bid Team (L-R) Manny, Norm, John, Greg, Joseph
The first sign that we were headed up
148 HR at 5,359 feet
I rode on the opposite side of the road to get this photo
Snow in AZ?
Bears?
154 HR at 8,009 feet
John, nearly at the top!
Mmmmm, banana cream pie!!!
The summit team - John, Manny, and Norm
Greg, John, and Manny
So as I mentioned, the Mt Lemmon summit bid was hatched the night before at Dinner. Five guys, John, Norm, Manny, Joseph and I decided we'd leave the hotel half an hour ahead of the rest of the group, and ride to the top of the mountain.
the rest of the camp had planned to ride to the base together, climb as far as they could by 10am (about 90 minutes) then turn around and regroup for the ride home back at the bottom.
I had a couple of beers in me and figured I'd give it a go. That night, I was nervous about how I'd do. I was worried about how tired I'd be from the 3 previous days of riding, and how I would handle the altitude. I thought if I could settle in at some pace under lactate threshold (160 bpm for me) and keep it there, I'd be fine. but if the ride was a steep as Gates Pass was for even a little bit, I could not keep the bike upright without going over LT, and then I'd just be a time bomb waiting to bonk. I did not know what to expect.
By 7am we headed out for the 15 mile ride to the north part of Tuscon to the base of the climb.
We stopped at Le Buzz for some double espressos at the base of the hill, took some photos, and headed off to the climb.
Mt Lemmon is a 25 mile climb that starts at 2,500 feet of elevation and tops out around 8,200 feet. The average grade is probably in the 6-7% range. There are actually two peaks you go over that are about 4 miles apart, and in between the two peaks, you are in a bowl and give back about 400 feet of altitude before cresting 8,000 feet again, then you drop in to the village on top of Mt Lemmon.
Here is the map and elevation profile
Because our hotel was on the other side of town, the entire ride was 85 miles and over 10K feet of climbing.
Our plan was that we'd ride to the base together, then everyone was on their own on the climb. If anyone had to quit, they would text message the rest of the group to let us know they'd headed home, otherwise we'd wait for everyone to make it to the top before we headed back down.
As we hit the very first part of the ride, John, who along with Norm were the strongest riders in the group flatted. We were literally only 50 feet into the climb when it happened. Norm stayed behind to help John and the rest of us kept pushing on.
I very quickly settled in to the grade and pressure and got my HR up to a level it would pretty much stay the rest of the way up. I was usually in the high 150s when the hill was steep, and would get little breathers when the grade would relax a bit. I pretty quickly pulled away from Manny and Joseph, and within 10 minutes into the climb, was on my own.
I set up my Garmin to show me 4 displays, HR and Elevation on one view, and Speed and Distance on the other. I found that using elevation to mark my progress was how I choose to proportion the ride.
At 3,000 through 4,000 feet, the grade was steep, the air was still warm, and we had a headwind like you couldn't believe. I was afraid it would be like that for the entire climb, and knew I could not do that for 3 hours.
Luckily the winds died around 4,000 feet. 4,000-6,000 feet wasn't too bad. Just about an hours worth of really hard work. At around 6,000 feet, the topography started to change from desert to unique rock formations, and again lots of wind.
The grade would kick up for as far ahead as you could see, and you'd just slog through it, then right as you were about to break, there would be a nearly flat section, and rarely even a small down hill. I'd take this time to snap photos or take in some nutrition, though because of some lectures Bob had given earlier in the camp, I didn't really eat a lot. Just drank lots of water.
The stretch from 6,700 feet to 7,000 feet was probably some of the toughest. It was very steep, and very windy. This was also when you really bean to notice the air was thin.
At 7,000 feet, the topography changed again and we were in a Pine Forrest like you'd see in the California Sierras. It was truly amazing.
When I got through 7,000 feet and the steep grade subsided a bit, I knew I would make it. the last 1,200 feet of climbing was tough, but the euphoria of the accomplishment overshadowed the pain.
As I hit the first summit and started the 4 mile descent to the next peak, I picked up some serious speed and nearly froze to death. It was probably in the 50s, I was soaking wet, and I was going over 30 mph much of the time. Right at the start of the last climb on the second peak, John, who flatted at the bottom caught up to me. It was the first familiar face I'd seen in over 2 hours. We stayed together for the last little climb and rolled in to the village on top of Mt Lemmon together.
At the top was a cafe know for amazing pies and hot chocolate. John and I got our $5 hot chocolates, picked a table in the sun and began waiting for the rest of the crew. About 10 minutes later, Norm rolled in to town, and Manny followed him another 25-30 minutes later.
We all got Banana Cream pies, scarfed it down, and enjoyed the views and accomplishment.
We got word that Joseph had to turn around around mile 19 and once we knew there was nothing left to wait for, began gearing up for the hour long descent back to the base. We bundled up in all of the clothes we had hauled up to the top, top some last photos, then began the ride down.
The descent was nearly miserable. I was so cold, so windy, and so fast that it was a bit nervous for most of the way. Your hands would get sore from gripping the bars tight, you couldn't drink for fear of taking your hand off the bars, your shoulders got tense, and you couldn't enjoy the views without taking your eyes off the road and risking death. Some of the drop offs where frightening.
Eventually we all made it down safe. I shed all of my clothes a bit before the bottom to keep from over heating when I had to start working again to get to our next meet up spot before pace lining back t the hotel. 85 miles, and 5,678 calories burned on this ride.
The ride was amazing. I still get chills thinking about it. I think the guys I was riding with made it even better. I couldn't have asked to do the climb with a better group of guys. It is definitely a day on the bike that I'll never forget.
Here are some photos:
The Summit Bid Team (L-R) Manny, Norm, John, Greg, Joseph
The first sign that we were headed up
148 HR at 5,359 feet
I rode on the opposite side of the road to get this photo
Snow in AZ?
Bears?
154 HR at 8,009 feet
John, nearly at the top!
Mmmmm, banana cream pie!!!
The summit team - John, Manny, and Norm
Greg, John, and MannyAfter we got back to the hotel, we wolfed down or lunches that the group had stuffed in the fridge for us. It was around 3:00pm by now. I took a shower, and within 15 minutes of finishing my lunch was in the car on the way to the pool for a swim.
It was just a drills session over at the U of A pool but it felt good to get in, and swimming in the U of A pool was a treat. so many legends have trained here.
Again, an amazing day. I'll never forget it!!!
It was just a drills session over at the U of A pool but it felt good to get in, and swimming in the U of A pool was a treat. so many legends have trained here.
Again, an amazing day. I'll never forget it!!!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Tuscon Tri Camp - Day 3
The climb out of bed in the morning is getting tougher. Yesterday was such a full day, that they were adding up.
I've found in the past that I can do okay with added stress and volume when I don't have anything else to do but train. I've always felt better on day 2 of the MS150s, and I think doing 8 consecutive years of smashing myself in the pool around the XMAS and New Years time in HS and College has made me tolerable of heavy loads.
So day 3 was a 62 mile ride called The Shootout. Tuscon has one of the most prolific Saturday morning "roadie" group ride. It regularly gets pro cyclist, pro mountain bikers, and pro triathletes. They regularly get over 200+ riders, and they hammer at pro peleton paces. They do a few different courses in the Tuscon area, but our course was the most famous one. It has been regarded as one of the 10 best rides (The Shootout on this route) in the country.
It was slated for 62 miles and 1,800 feet of climbing. Like yesterday, no summit per say, just a good rise. The roads were bumpy as hell and in the pace line, I never saw many of them coming.
After hitting the top of the course around mile 35, it was a pretty quick descent on a nice straight road with better surfaces. I got in a pace line with 4 other guys, and we hammered hard around 24-26 mph for a good hour, dropped one of the guys, but covered some serious distance and pretty much took turns wrecking the others when we got to the front of the line.
So I mentioned the shitty roads in Tuscon. Well at the top of the course at around 36 miles, we peaked then had a good 2-3 miles of a real fast technical downhill and terrible roads. I looked down at some point nearing the bottom of the descent and realized my PowerTap computer had rattled out of its holster and had been launched from my bike.
I was devastated. At that point, I was 3 riders back from the front of the group, had worked hard all day to stay in contact, and was having an impressive day in the saddle.
I had to turn around, head back up the hill looking for the computer having no clue where it popped off. I rode up about 2 miles, was passed on the way up by all of the A riders who were doing that route, and had to call off the search for fear of getting lost on the way back.
So there went a $250 piece of hardware, and more importantly in my eyes, went 2 days of data, and meant I would have no power data for the climb up Mt Lemmon on day 4.
I was pissed, but got over it, and finished off the ride, having added another 4 miles to the schedule.
The rest of the afternoon included a bike skills session where we did things like real tight turns, limbo on the bike, picked up bottles as we rode by while seated on the saddle, bunny hopped, etc. It was actually a very helpful session. It was difficult on the tri bike, but I gained some comfort.
That night, we went out to dinner on the town. We headed to a Mexican restaurant, had some drinks and good times with my new friends. It was hear were a plot was put together to make a summit bid the following morning on Mt Lemmon.
Here are some photos from Day 3:
The first regroup about 13 miles in
John and Seton out front, this was a false flat, but was really a long slight rise
And this was the view to my back over my helmet
PS. I have a new PowerTap computer ordered and on its way. It can't get here soon enough.
I've found in the past that I can do okay with added stress and volume when I don't have anything else to do but train. I've always felt better on day 2 of the MS150s, and I think doing 8 consecutive years of smashing myself in the pool around the XMAS and New Years time in HS and College has made me tolerable of heavy loads.
So day 3 was a 62 mile ride called The Shootout. Tuscon has one of the most prolific Saturday morning "roadie" group ride. It regularly gets pro cyclist, pro mountain bikers, and pro triathletes. They regularly get over 200+ riders, and they hammer at pro peleton paces. They do a few different courses in the Tuscon area, but our course was the most famous one. It has been regarded as one of the 10 best rides (The Shootout on this route) in the country.
It was slated for 62 miles and 1,800 feet of climbing. Like yesterday, no summit per say, just a good rise. The roads were bumpy as hell and in the pace line, I never saw many of them coming.
After hitting the top of the course around mile 35, it was a pretty quick descent on a nice straight road with better surfaces. I got in a pace line with 4 other guys, and we hammered hard around 24-26 mph for a good hour, dropped one of the guys, but covered some serious distance and pretty much took turns wrecking the others when we got to the front of the line.
So I mentioned the shitty roads in Tuscon. Well at the top of the course at around 36 miles, we peaked then had a good 2-3 miles of a real fast technical downhill and terrible roads. I looked down at some point nearing the bottom of the descent and realized my PowerTap computer had rattled out of its holster and had been launched from my bike.
I was devastated. At that point, I was 3 riders back from the front of the group, had worked hard all day to stay in contact, and was having an impressive day in the saddle.
I had to turn around, head back up the hill looking for the computer having no clue where it popped off. I rode up about 2 miles, was passed on the way up by all of the A riders who were doing that route, and had to call off the search for fear of getting lost on the way back.
So there went a $250 piece of hardware, and more importantly in my eyes, went 2 days of data, and meant I would have no power data for the climb up Mt Lemmon on day 4.
I was pissed, but got over it, and finished off the ride, having added another 4 miles to the schedule.
The rest of the afternoon included a bike skills session where we did things like real tight turns, limbo on the bike, picked up bottles as we rode by while seated on the saddle, bunny hopped, etc. It was actually a very helpful session. It was difficult on the tri bike, but I gained some comfort.
That night, we went out to dinner on the town. We headed to a Mexican restaurant, had some drinks and good times with my new friends. It was hear were a plot was put together to make a summit bid the following morning on Mt Lemmon.
Here are some photos from Day 3:
The first regroup about 13 miles in
John and Seton out front, this was a false flat, but was really a long slight rise
And this was the view to my back over my helmet
PS. I have a new PowerTap computer ordered and on its way. It can't get here soon enough.
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