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From San Diego to Chicago (and into the Polar Vortex....)

My time in San Diego was not only amazing, but exactly what I needed to do for myself. I have no regrets about leaving my job in Tampa and spending 6 months in San Diego working as a personal trainer, helping launch a business, and making some amazing friends. What I did realize, however, was that a part of me felt like I was treading water--not making progress down my life path. Granted, while every single thing that I  did was, in fact, making progress with my self, internally and externally, I knew that it couldn't last forever. After getting confirmation on Christmas eve, I have taken a new job and moved back across the country, this time to Chicago!

This called for another epic road trip, only this time my dad flew out, helped me pack, and made the trip with me. Literally, everything I own fit in (and on top) of my car. My first reaction to this was "wow, everything I own can fit in my car!" Followed closely by my second reaction "why do I have so much shit??"

Loaded up

After an awesome surprise going-away-get-together with some friends and saying goodbye to my awesome roommate, my dad got everything packed in one day and shoved off: First stop, Vegas!

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We spent the next 3 days basically just hanging out in Henderson, NV, right outside Las Vegas, with my dad's best friend and my Godfather, Scott, whom I've gone and hung out with man times over the past year. It was really nice to just relax, ride some bikes, and enjoy my last moments of warm weather. Scott and I got an epic ride in, riding 43 miles all the way to Boulder City, with 2,300 feet of climbing and getting to see some gorgeous desert scenery.

Rockin the W

It seems that, indeed, my Dad and Scott are actually old dudes. The highlight of the weekend for me was watching them just glued to the TV screen for 3 hours watching Downton Abbey. It was hysterical. I, instead, went down to the strip and tried my luck and some roulette.

After Vegas, we got back on the road and headed for our next stop, which was Grand Junction, Colorado. One of my goals on the trip was to stop at as many random places as possible to commemorate the journey.  The first of those: The giant soda cans in Utah!

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I don't know why they exist, but they're awesome

At the same stop as the cans, we figured it was a good place to get some lunch. Little did we know what some good Utahan cooking consisted of! We checked out a place called "Mom's Diner", a sure classic, right? We lasted about 5 minutes in there... My dad, a guy who just can't be rude, decided to order a scone so that we didn't have to order a meal. It turns out a "scone" means something else in Utah...

It was so. bad.

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He tried to eat it but couldn't stomach it. I hid it some napkins and we snuck out of the restaurant.

Besides it's scones, Utah is absolutely gorgeous!! You almost feel like you're on another planet.  Here are some gratuitous landscape shots:

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That night we arrived in Grand Junction, Colorado. We had left warm weather sometime long ago in Nevada... but we managed to find a great local brewery and get a great dinner. The Ale House had some really nice local brews and great collection of old cans.

Pictures of taking pictures... super meta

Great collection on vintage cans

After our quick sojourn in Grand Junction, we grabbed a great workout and headed on to Denver. This drive was, again, gorgeous. But also incredibly frightening. We hit some bad snow going over Vail Pass, at about 10,000 feet elevation, and were driving on, or in, snow for most of the time.

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My dad, being from upstate New York, did a lot of the snow driving (and also so I could read out loud to him from different training websites about dead-lifting, glute activation, and shoulder rehab...) My favorite moment though was when we hit some bad snow and ice coming down the mountain. Traffic stopped pretty quick and my dad started pumping the brakes but it looked like we might hit the car in front of us. He yells at me "Chuck, I can't stop!" I guess I just don't get that excited, but my, very calm, response was "what the hell do you want me to do about it? Here, turn left." Luckily we got out unscathed.

We finally got into Denver where we spent 2 nights so that I could see a ton of friends I have there. You might recall, but I spent most of summer there a year and half ago and that city and the people had an incredible, life-changing, impact on my life.

The first thing I got to in Denver was meet up with an awesome girl whom I met last year and who still lives in Denver where she is going to school. We met up for dinner... and not only was it amazing to see her  maintaining the personality and liveliness that she had when I saw her last, but at our meal there was no guilt, no shame, no anxiety, nor any destructive thinking. I loved it.

The next day was literally one of the best days I've had in a long time. The first thing I did was head over to the Eating Recovery Center, where I spent the better part of 4 months, and got to sit down with my entire treatment team that I worked with during my time there. They were all doing great and it was fantastic to be able to speak with them all like friends and to let them know that, yes, I of course still have some struggles, but that everything they did for me was amazing and that I am doing great.

After that meeting, I headed up a bit north of Denver and met another, more recent friend of mine, Jeremey, for lunch. Jeremey is a trainer as well, but has recently made the switch to a more digital-publishing based role, although he still writes for sites like Menshealth.com and Greatist.com. We caught up and talked about life, fitness, writing, life goals... all that good stuff.

After that, I headed back to the other site for the ERC and met with a another member of my treatment team. This guy is someone that I can always count on to be there for when I need an ear and also knows how to help. And, usually, that "help" is just being able to say to me, "hey, I don't know what you're going through, I've never been through it myself, but know that I am here for you and I know that you're struggling." I'm hoping to collaborate a bit with in the future on some resources for males dealing with eating disorders.

Finally, I spent some time just walking around Denver before meeting a last set of friends for dinner. This couple recently just had an amazing little boy, and, no joke, he's a cutie.

Baby!

The next morning, after grabbing a workout, we shoved of across the great plains to make our way to Lincoln, Nebraska, where we planned to stay the night. This was the most difficult driving I've ever done! I've never been in wind that strong, and was petrified that the rooftop carrier was going to be blown off the car and that my bikes were going to go flying off the back! Luckily, this didn't happen, but we literally saw 18-wheeler trucks that had been blown over onto their sides from the force of the wind.

Basically a hurricane

This day was full of goofy stops. While I wanted to stop at "Pawnee Park and Recreation Center" and pay homage to one of my favorite shows, it was too dark and out of the way when we got there. However, we did stop and see the biggest ball of stamps in the world!!

Stamps!

After a thrilling morning of stamps, we decided to stop at the one and only Volkswagen Beetle Spider! When we stopped to ask for directions, the guy we talked to asked if I'd seen Cadillac Ranch, to which I was able to say "why yes I have!" (Thank you road trip to San Diego!)

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Once we finally got to Lincoln, we met up with a family friend whom we hadn't seen since we moved from Texas about 14 years ago

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Finally, it was a straight shot into Chicago and another full day of driving. Nothing super exciting happened that day, that I remember, except finding random British and Irish candy in a gas station in Iowa and then driving under this bridge:

Some Bridge

That night we stayed with my... Great aunt(?), my dad's aunt, I believe, who lives a bit outside Chicago and sort of gave us a home-base as we prepared to move me in, plus gave my dad a place to stay. The next morning, of course, it started to snow, to make my move-in experience perfectly "wonderful". As you may not know, I hate being cold and get cold incredibly quickly, so I'm learning the art of "bundling up"! Thank God my mom found my old snow boots from high school and sent them with my dad so that I would have them.

My new place is in a cool neighborhood right outside downtown. The move-in wasn't too hard... just cold

Brr....

But you know cures coldness? Deep Dish pizza!

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We went to Lou Malnati's and it was awesome--although, according to my roommate, and which I whole heartedly agree and wish he'd told us before we ate, the best way to order it is with the sausage crumbled and fully cooked.  Point noted for next time.

And that was it! My walk to work is less than a mile which is great, but bundling up takes me a lot longer in the morning... but it's worth it to be here!

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Making this trip with dad was amazing and makes realize that I need to spend more time with him and my whole family. It will be great to just a quick, direct flight back to DC to hang out with them.

Thanks for reading!

2012 Long Course Duathlon Nationals Race Reports

Another weekend, another race! The last of 3 weeks in a row--which is good because my body could some weeks of solid training to get me stronger for the next racing block.

This weekend I was in Cambridge, Maryland for the Long course Duathlon National Champions.  This was a 10k run, 70k bike, and another 10k run.  Thursday night I went over to my coaches place and we broke down my bike and put it in my new bike box.

This way, instead of paying for a bike shipping service, I can now travel a lot more and pay $50 (thanks JetBlue) to fly it for me!  Not too bad a deal.  The next morning, I boarded a crack of dawn flight and flew to my parents house in DC.  From there, we drove together to race site on Saturday, which was about 2 hours away, where we checked in and spent the night in a nearby hotel.

The race started at 7:00 on Sunday morning and we got there with plenty of time. I met up with my boy Ben, who I used to train with in Virginia Beach.  He’s still a beast and it’s a shame he had to pull out after one lap of the bike with because of a foot injury he’s been dealing with.

I was nervous about the first run, as in training, I don’t like cold (without a serious warm... or bike workout beforehand).  Luckily, when the horn sounded, this wasn’t an issue as my warm up and fueling were adequate. I felt pretty fresh being the only Wattie Ink racer there as well with definitely one of the best kits.  I’ve been using one of our sponsor products as well, Xtreme Endurance which has been helping recover quicker from workouts which I’e definitely needed with the current demands in my life.

The run was an out and back and the the bike was 2 loops of an out and back.  Both courses were with the wind going out and against it coming back but flat.

The first run I used my Garmin and, per coaches plan, kept the pace balanced and no faster than a 6:26 average pace (40 mins)- a sub 40 min 10k is still fast! But I wasn’t killing myself, but still working hard.  There was some serious speed at this race though and some of the competition was fierce.  My split was a 39:53.

The bike is where the wind became killer.

Everyone was mentioning it post-race.  Going out, I was averaging 22-23 mph or faster, but coming back it was close to 19-20... and I pushing hard to maintain that!  I didn’t get much passing done here so knew I would have some work to do on the run.  My only complaint is that turnaround was at and aid station, and therefore I didn’t really know if it were an aid station or the turnaround as well...and the guys there didn’t feel like saying anything.  I had to yell and them and they  were like, uh, oh yeah, its a turnaround.. There was no one near me at the time so there was no one else for me to follow to know and no signs.

Coming off the bike, the first .5k were directly into a headwind before I made a turn. This  was not the best way to feel starting a run, ha.  But luckily the course turned and then there wasn’t much wind till the turnaround. where I would running back into a slight  headwind. I could see a couple people in my age group 2 or 3 kilometers ahead of me and made my goal to beat them (well, duh right?) My Garmin somehow didn’t start, but I didn’t know this because I had it on a blank screen. The plan for this second run was just to ball out.  I ran this pretty hard too.

At 4k I could see another guy in my age group, who I knew I should be beating, going the other way at 6k, and I wasn’t sure if I could get him.  I kicked even harder at about 7k and was really pushing. At 9k I could that guy in front of me... then he started to intermittently walk and I was like “game on”, and started to seriously grind.  I passed with about half a Kilometer to go and heard him try to keep up for a couple paces and then he fell off.  My final split for the 2nd run was 39:52, according to the race results.  I felt faster than that though, but to run a sub-40 min off that grinding bike, I’m pleased enough.  It was the 15th fastest overall for run 2. I’ll take it, but room to improve for sure.

Overall I finished 45th and 5th in my age group.  Thus, I’ve qualified for Worlds in Switzerland in September! Am I going? Probably definitely not, lol.  The race itself is a 10k run, 150k bike, and a 30k run.  I don’t have enough time to be in seriously competitive shape for that distance.  Not to mention all the logistics of getting there.  And oh yeah, remember the hills I talked about in the Worlds Triathlon race in Las Vegas last year?  Apparently Switzerland makes those look tame.  No thanks.

Post race I made my parents stop a small beach nearby so I could jump in the Chesapeake Bay and cool my legs off.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t as cold as I had hoped, but still felt great.

After the drive home, I collapsed on my living room floor for a couple hours--not intentional, but I definitely knew I had left it all out there in Cambridge that morning.  My mom is awesome and made great pizza for dinner that night.  I usually eat strict paleo, but after races, and whenever I really want something (gotta live life, right?) I don’t worry about it for a meal here or there.  She makes great pizza.

Now comes a tough training block to get me ready for whatever race comes next.  Not sure what that is yet, but I know I have Age Group Nationals in August and probably local stuff before then!  We are rebuilding this year from the ground up, trying to establish greater speeds and power to allow me to get into the red zone like I haven’t been able to in previous years!

Thanks guys. Rock the W!

  1. What’s the farthest you would travel for a race? (any race)
  2. Did you do anything cool this weekend?