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Enter the next pain to deal with glute strain? #164 consecutive 5K

Ooh ouch ooh ouch could be a song today as I ran my 164th 5K.  I have officially developed some sort of glute injury that hurts with every step of my run.  How long will the pain last?  How long will it take to heal?  Will this last the remaining 201 days of my year of consecutive 5Ks?  I’m mentally prepared to endure the pain if that is the case.  I can barely sit at my desk without the sharp pain starting from my right glute and all the way down my hamstring.  I’ll address it with some acupuncture and massage therapy and see how it goes.

I did manage to work in a “dad’s basketball camp workout” with my son before my run.  It was a hectic day and I’m really feeling tired towards the end of my 5th night of 3rd shift work. #can’twaittosleepatnight


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Posted by on December 14, 2015 in Daily Training Log


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Run thought day 161st 5K

Oftentimes when I run, I have creative and thought provoking ideas.

My thought while running today’s was……..What if you’ve never discovered your greatest talent? Try something new and out of your circle of comfort.

What if you are missing out on your greatest challenge because you haven’t tried anything new since high school?

Get out and discover all your gifts!

As a side note, I’ve developed a slight glute issue from running too fast.  Sigh, I wonder how long it will take to heal?  Better make another appointment to the Acupuncturist.


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Day #150 of consecutive 5K run (a late post)


I love running paths and running someplace new.


A unique view, doing my post run stretches on my back.


A beautiful duck, who is quite comfy around people. It had zero fear of me, even running by him.


My first run at Gaston Edwards Park


Shameless selfie


My app that keeps track of all my runs


Has it really been 3 months since I’ve blogged?  You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!  You know what has distracted me is posting quite a bit?  The answer is posting on Facebook/Instagram and not porting my activities over to this blog.  To be totally honest, I don’t have time to post to all three everyday.

I have to make some decisions about what is the best way to communicate with the largest audience.  Facebook seems to be the easiest to use via my cell phone.  Posting to this blog seems to require me sitting down at my laptop.  Whereas, I can post to Facebook while I’m pretty much anywhere with a few minutes to spare.  Look me up on Facebook for the latest on my activities.  I will be revamping this blog soon, so more to come.

What have I been up to?  I guess the best way to start is the latest adventure and work my way backwards.  As you can tell from the title, I’m still pursuing my quest for a complete year of running at least a 5K a day.  I’ve just completed day #150  As a matter of fact, you can add me as a friend on Strava to see all of my 5K runs and times.

So what have I learned so far in regards to running everyday for 150 days straight?

  1. Forces you to spend some time on you everyday
  2. anything you work on everyday will improve
  3. after reaching a certain point, momentum begins to assist you
  4. You can still perform with injuries, I’ve suffered a sprained ankle, shoulder, muscle spasms that cut off my breathing, hip flexors, knee soreness and of course ye ole hammy.
  5. I choose very carefully the things I do as to not injure myself or put myself at risk of not completing my 5K
  6. My mind is now asking the question, “where else can employ this consistency in my life”
  7. Never put yourself last, or your goals will be last too
  8. you can’t outrun a poor diet.  No matter how many miles I run, it can not compensate for my poor food choices.  I shudder to think of how much better I’d look with a cleaner diet.  God please give me more strength.  LOL
  9. My goals have to be high to motivate me to achieve them
  10. Sometimes you just need a little music to get you through
  11. Equipment is critical
  12. Stretching and warming up are keys to avoiding injuries
  13. My body can heal and still continue to keep going
  14. Whenever you need a little motivation, just run somewhere new.  The freshness of the new sights and sounds will keep you engaged and entertained

That is the good news, my running continues to get stronger and stronger.  The bad news is my swimming and biking have been taking a back seat to keep this streak alive.  On days where I have only enough time to swim, bike or run, I have to choose running.

In addition, I’ve started coaching my son’s basketball team.  Coaching has taken up any remaining time I might have left.  I’ve been studying plays, drills and how to get the best out of 4th and 5th grade kids.  It’s not as easy as I would have thought.  It is a rewarding experience as the kids keep asking me to coach the next league when it starts.  Basketball has changed quite a bit since I played back in the 80’s.  LOL





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Huntington Disease Olympic Triathlon

A great race for a great cause

A great race for a great cause

Today was a day with mixed emotions.  I accomplished my main objective of supporting my good friend Sincy on his journey for Ironman glory.  At the same time, I did not perform as well as I hoped and was awarded my first time penalty ever (more on this atrocity later).  Our race day started at 4 am as we wanted to get to the park right as it opened to get a good spot.  Well people must have been camping out, because by 5:10 am the park was packed with triathletes and we had to walk a good distance by the time we found parking.

In spite of a ton of athletes already ahead of us, we were still able to secure a good spot for our bikes.  Here is a tip, if you can’t be at the beginning of the bike rack, take the end instead of somewhere in the middle.  Reasoning is that coming out of the water you’re not clear of thought and it will be easier to remember and find your bike at the very end of the rack.  Also you can spread out your items more as you have all that extra space on the end.  We used the extra space to bring in an emptied out hotel trash can filled with Ice to keep our water bottles cold.  We calculated that it could be almost 3 hours before we would be drinking it and it would most certainly be nice and warm in the Miami heat.  We opted not to try to freeze the bottles as there is always that risk of it not thawing out enough to drink.

Now of course they have water along the course.  However, we both had our “special drinks” pre-made just for us.  Sincy had a special blend of electrolytes, protein, salt etc that he ordered online at engineered specifically for his sweat rate, water loss etc.  I opted for a more low budget caveman tonic of lemon juice and maple syrup. lol  Another added bonus of bringing your own bottles, is you can skip the refuel areas during the ride saving precious time.

Sincy (left) and I race morning

I don’t know what it is about swimming and races that makes everyone have to go to the potty so much?  I went twice at the hotel and still had to go an additional 3 times once I saw the lake.  I feel blessed now at 50 years old to have found an activity that still gives me butterflies.  We picked up our timing chips and proceeded to take in all the race day activities.  Chatting with the other athletes is one of my favorite things to do as it takes my mind off being nervous.  I got a good stretch  in and a warm-up swim.  Another tip, anytime you can get a warm-up swim in do it!  The warm-up swim will get rid of all the nervous energy and allow you to have a better swim start.

Swim start

Swim start

Time has a way of flying by on race morning and today was no exception.  Before we knew it two hours had passed and they were announcing our heat of 50-54 year age-groupers.  I reminded Sincy to make sure he set his GPS watch on.  Setting up your watch is a key component in racing as it lets you know things like how many miles you have left in each discipline, heart rate, cadence and a host of data points for later analysis. Well we eased in the water and off went the gun.  I went to press the start button on my watch and it was completely off!  So much like the mother hen in me worrying about others and forgetting about myself.  I did not want to do this race with out the “coach on my wrist”, so I stood there for what seemed forever before my watch was on and had a GPS signal.

Now instead of swimming with the pack and being able to draft off faster swimmers, I was dead last in the back.  I underestimated the impact of being dead last had on my psyche.  I could not find my swimming rhythm and struggled through the swim portion of the race.  If I ever forget to turn my watch on again, I think I’ll just race on feel and not waste precious seconds waiting on a piece of technology.

While muddling in the back of the pack I looked over at one of the kayak support persons and there was Sincy hanging on for dear life (or so I thought).  For those who don’t know my friend Sincy; he does not enjoy open water swimming and has certain phobias when it comes to lakes and oceans.  I motioned for the kayaker to have Sincy look my way.  I just wanted to assure him he could do this and I was here with him.  He motioned that he was ok and to just continue on.  I would later learn that he started off too fast and just needed to get his heart rate down.

The water was so clear you could see the bottom and in some spots it looked like you could just stand up.  I thought if I had this thought of being able to stand up, certainly Sincy would be thinking of taking a standing break if he could.  Sincy and I later had a laugh because he did think about it for a brief second, but opted against it because you couldn’t really gauge if you could stand up or not.  One thing about triathlons is there is always beautiful nature scenes/animals to take in and enjoy.  The swim was full of natures beauty.  Interesting rock formations, beautiful fish and a stunning sunrise.  I thoroughly enjoyed the swim, even though I was off my swim game.

The exit portion of the swim was very rough.  Think of walking on sharp rocks barefoot and covered in deep moss.  I tried to swim as far as I could because I knew from the warm-up swim how harsh the exit was.  After getting out of the lake it was on to the first transition area known as T1 where you’re rejoined with your bike.

My bike setup all nice and pretty.

My bike setup all nice and pretty. Notice ice bucket of water bottles?


Bikes, bikes and more bikes

Once I’m on my bike, I’m really in my element.  I love riding bikes and needless to say, the bike segment of triathlon is my favorite.  There are strict rules that state you must have your helmet strapped on whenever you are in physical contact with your bike.  Failure to remember this rule results in automatic disqualification.  Important rules like this are covered during the pre-race seminars and I always try to attend them before the race.

pre-race seminar

pre-race seminar

So I put my shirt on first, strapped my helmet on, grabbed my water bottles out of the makeshift ice bucket and run out of transition.  To by delight and surprise, Sincy was right behind me and was relieved to be out of the lake.  Due to a very rough exit out of the T1 transition area, my plan was to run barefoot through the sand and gravel and then towel off the sand and grit before putting  my feet in my bike shoes and having some pebble annoying me for the next hour or so.  After wiping my feet, I gave my towel to a volunteer and began my bike journey.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, it is illegal to hand anything that is not an official part of the race to anyone.  This little seemingly innocent act of handing someone my towel would cost me a two-minute penalty (see race results at the bottom).

Taking off on my bike was my little slice of heaven.  That’s right, just me and my bike and the open road.  Life can get overly complicated, but it’s the simple things in life that I enjoy these days.  I could break this next part of the race to a simple sentence.  A boy on his bike.  I did see the most beautiful double rainbow at the start of the ride.

Inspired by the rainbow

Inspired by the rainbow

I zoomed by many a cyclist and settled into a nice rhythm.  While breezing along I also saw a flock of peacocks just roaming the landscape.  I saw Sincy once on the bike route at a turn around point, but he was quite a bit behind me.  Sincy smiled and looked in good spirits knowing the worst part of the race was behind him.  I thought to myself “he’s got a good chance of catching me because I don’t know how my hip flexors are going to respond during the run.”

As I was nearing the end of my ride I approached a ginormous dog in the middle of the road.  Now I grew up with dogs chasing me all the time on bikes, but I did not want to risk an injury tying to outrun this K9.  So I slowed down as I sized him up as to whether he would start after me or not.  Luckily, he was more consumed with his new-found freedom than chasing a boy on his bike.  The bike course was unusually flat even for Florida. It was the first time I’ve ever race without encountering a single hill!  There were a few small inclines and it was quite windy in some areas but nothing too taxing.   On the bike you are always trying to monitor output effort and saving your legs for the run.  Also, it’s important to nourish and hydrate while on the bike.  Before I knew it, the bike portion was sadly coming to a close.

When I dismount my bike, I normally leave my shoes clicked in and just run barefoot to save time.  Upon further review, I should have kept my shoes on as I had no protection from gravel, rocks, tree roots, and sand to rack my bike.  After racking my bike, it was time to put my running shoes on, my race belt, and my sun visor.  This transition from bike to run is known as T2 in the triathlon world and counts towards your total race time.

The run portion of this race was my biggest concern.  I have not been able to put any pressure on my right leg due to my hip flexor being inflamed, strained etc.  I was ready to give it the old Boy Scout effort though and off I went for the two loop 6 mile course.  The run was a winding loop that takes you around the lake we swam in earlier in the day.  I particularly liked the jagged course with nature on both sides.  I saw mangoes on the ground from the mangoes trees and there was nice landscaping too.  Going around the loop the first time I saw a jack rabbit running directly in front of me.  Oh where is a camera when you need it?  He was the cutest little thing, that allowed me to take my mind off the excruciating pain I now was in due to my hip flexor screaming at me.  Also helping with the pain, were the many cheers to continue on from the race volunteers.  Many of the volunteers have family members suffering with this terrible disease known as Huntington.

I loved this course

I loved this course

I saw my friend Sincy coming at the first loop around turn and knew it would only be a matter of time before he would catch me.  As much as I love to bike, Sincy loves to run.  Also my run speed was getting progressively slower with each passing mile.  There were water stations every mile or so, and I stopped to drink and give my hip flexor pain some reprieve.  I did make it half way through the second loop before Sincy caught up to me and passed me for good.  I was so proud of him to conquer his fear of the water and have a great race day as he fine tunes his training en-route to Ironman Chattanooga.

The final mile or so of the run was a real gut check for me as my body was screaming to just walk.  I have learned not to listen to that voice, and I tuned out the pain and just concentrated on the feeling I would have at the end of the race if I just kept running versus the feeling I would have walking to the finish line.  There is nothing quite like the feeling you get at the end of a triathlon race.

race results

cfl tri club with Sincy. See if you can spot him? LOL

This was also the championship race for the Central Florida Triathlon team of which Sincy is a member.


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What have I been up to lately?


Digger the dog, swimming after his tennis ball in Lucky’s Lake

A group of morning swimmers gather around

A group of morning swimmers gather around

It has indeed been awhile since I blogged.  I’m not sure why?  I could blame it on the kids, exhaustion, etc.  But, the fact remains I haven’t been blogging.  No excuses.  I’ve had plenty to blog about, I just have not made the effort.  I have been focusing a lot on my children’s activities this summer.  We have them both in basketball camps, and I have been actively training them in “Dad’s basketball and track school of discipline”  LOL.

In spite of the kids taking up a big chunk of my summer time, I have been keeping pretty consistent with my open water swimming, running and biking.  My bike has been in the shop for a couple of weeks that derailed my training several times this summer.  I always seem to have tire/bike trouble more than most.

My next triathlon adventure is the which will be an Olympic distance race.  I’m really doing the race in support of my good friend Sincy Curley who is doing his first Ironman distance race in Chattanooga this year on his 50th birthday.  I’ve been in better shape coming up on a triathlon race, but considering all things I feel pretty good.  I’m still working 3rd shift which continues to be a training challenge, as many days I’m just really tired and probably should not be training.

Today I ended up doing a triathlon of sorts.  During the summer months since the kids are out of school, I get to swim at Lucky’s Lake on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings.  So, my day started with a lake swim, followed by a 25 mile bike ride and a 3 mile brick run.




I’ve set a goal to go the entire year running a minimum of 3 miles a day.  I’m currently on day 20 of the 365 day goal.  About day 10 I overdid my training and suffered a hip flexor strain.  As a result of this pain, I have been unable to run at any speed worth mentioning.

I will have a full race report for the Olympic race this weekend!!

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Posted by on July 24, 2015 in Daily Training Log


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Swimming the “dynamic duo” lakes today

Kayakers providing safety for the swim

Kayakers providing safety for the swim

Many nice people showed up to partake in the festivities

Many nice people showed up to partake in the festivities

Up high to enjoy the view

Up high to enjoy the view

Awesome pancakes that would put IHOP out of business!

Awesome pancakes that would put IHOP out of business!

Today I had the distinct pleasure of swimming in both Lucky’s Lake and Jack Beattie’s Lake today.  One crossing at Lucky’s Lake, followed by a 1 mile swim at Jack Beattie’s place. I didn’t know how much time I had to get from Lucky’s Lake to Jack’s place or what to expect, so I only did one crossing at Lucky’s Lake.  Upon retrospection, I probably could have gotten away with doing two crossings at Lucky’s instead of the one because I found out I had a couple of hours between Lake swims.  Nonetheless Lucky’s lake was awesome as usual, but I was overwhelmed by the grandeur and hospitality of Jack Beattie’s family and friends.

While driving to Jack Beattie’s place I remember thinking “am I headed in the right direction?”.  I had this thought because my GPS began to take me into a very prestigious neighborhood in Winter Park.  I began driving by beautiful million dollar estates on my way to Jack’s lake.  Well little did I know that Jack Beattie’s swim was in back of Jack’s beautiful estate home too.

While still in awe at my surroundings, I was greeted with open arms, smiles and a killer breakfast of pancakes (strawberry, blueberry and chocolate chip), muffins, sausage, fresh fruit, mimosa just about anything you could want for a great breakfast.  All of this great food and friendship the for cost of just showing up.  I think this is what they are talking about when they say the best things in life are free.  I could not have imagine a more perfect Saturday as an open swimmer.

The swim itself was amazing.  The swim was in a triangle shape course with plenty of kayakers, etc to keep you safe.  The water clear and fresh, I felt like I could drink it if I got thirsty.  On both sides of the lake were million dollar mansion to enjoy while swimming if you so desire.  It was really hard to focus on the swimming as there was so much beauty to take in.  I did stop a few times to take it all in as this was my first time, I was less concerned about my time to complete.

God willing, I will be a participate of this annual activity for years to come.  Thanks Jack, thanks Lucky you guys are what give me hope for humanity!!



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Posted by on June 6, 2015 in Daily Training Log


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South Beach Triathlon Race Report

Frank and I

Frank and I

This race weekend was all about my new friend Frank Ewing’s first triathlon.  I met Frank through this blog, and he was very gracious in his support of me and my Ironman Arizona adventure.  I made him a promise that I would come and support him for his first triathlon, when he was ready.  Well fast forward a few months and Frank hit me up and said “I want to do the South Beach Triathlon.”

I met Frank in person for the first time Saturday morning before the big race.  I connected with Frank instantly, as we had a lot in common from being around the same age, in the same fraternity to various likes and dislikes. Frank was in great shape with his six-pack on full display.  Frank certainly looked like a triathlete, someone who spends quite a bit of time swimming, biking and running.

Frank had the great idea of signing up for the pre-race swim clinic.  This turned out to be an awesome idea, because swimming in the ocean is really different from swimming in the Lake and 300X different from swimming in a chlorinated pool.

We both got some great tips on sighting, and entering/exiting the ocean. Frank’s major concern was swimming in the ocean and so he was more prepared after this swim clinic. Frank’s next decision was to wear a wetsuit or not?

If the water temperature is over 83 degrees no wetsuits are allowed for safety reasons. You can really overheat with the extra layer of insulation. Anything below 83 degrees you can wear a wetsuit, but you will not be considered for any race qualifications or benefits. Frank decided he would wear a wetsuit if allowed, for the comfort and extra buoyancy, since he was not planning on winning his first triathlon.

They wouldn’t announce the temperature until race morning, so this became a source of anxiety for my new friend.


After swimming for about 3/4 of a mile we went to get something to eat and chill.  I was feeling very confident in the distance of this race after an Ironman, it seemed quite doable.  I was actually hoping for a top 10 finish.  This would be my first triathlon in the 50-54 age bracket.  I thought after all, how many 50 plus year olds can do what I do? Boy was I about to find out. Lol  I also think that in sunny South Beach, most people are very active and have access to ocean swimming, biking and running year round. I’m just saying that this is not the place where your average 50 plus year old resides.

First race in the 50 year old bracket

First race in the 50 year old bracket


After getting  decent nights sleep, race morning was upon us.  I got up early enough and made a bowl of oatmeal and Generation UCAN/Protein powder mix.

Nothing heavy for me on race morning as my stomach is too tied up in knots to digest anything.  Frank on the other hand did eat anything of substance and was taking his sinus medication instead.

We had about a half mile walk to the transition area.  Upon arrival, we learned that wetsuits would be allowed but you had to start in the very last group. We also calculated that this would give you about 15-20 minutes less to make the swim cutoff.  Frank was ok with starting in the very last group as he was just not comfortable in the choppy ocean without a wetsuit for his first time.  I can’t say I blame him, the ocean conditions were not the best this weekend.

We began to set up our transition areas. I placed my running shoes first in front of my bike, socks due to the hot surface (a comfort decision), bike helmet, race belt, my hydration bottles, and nutrition.  So far so good, when I remembered I needed to put air in my tires due to these fancy new tubulars not holding air for more than a day.

I first of all needed to borrow a bike pump. This is when my day began to take a turn for the worst. I could not locate one in my close vicinity. So off I went in search of a bike pump. Tick-tock time starts ticking away. I begin to hear announcements about the transition area closing soon.

My heart begins to race as a major panic meltdown begins. I finally find a bike pump and begin hurriedly putting in air in my rear tire. Now onto the front tire. Without getting too technical, the valve to my front  tire broke! You’ve got to be freaking kidding me?! No matter how hard I tried, I could not get any air in my front tire. Picture me almost in tears trying to manually force air in my front tire all the while losing more and more precious air. I finally made a decision to just leave what little air I had left and how for the best. I estimated my front tire was about 50% inflated.

Lesson #1, there will always be a challenge to overcome on race day. You just can’t anticipate what it’s going to be. All you can do is try to remain calm and think fast.

By this time the transition area was closed and we were being told to make our way to the swim start which was about 3 blocks away. The only problem was I had to go to the bathroom really bad. As always the lines were ridiculously long. I could not afford to wait, so I rushed down the beach in search of a public restroom. Off in the distance just past the swim start, I spot a Starbucks. I dash in there, but both pottys were taken. Tick-tock I started getting visions of me missing the swim start. What could these people be in there doing, I screamed to myself? I thought of knocking on the door and shouting hurry up. My common sense side scoffed at such an act. After what seemed like hours, I finally was able to relieve myself. By this time my race was starting at any minute. Frank was doing the shorter distance, so I had parted with him out of bike transition.

I asked Frank if he wanted me to do the same race distance with him and he said no. Because it made him too nervous.

By the time I made it to the swim my race was starting in minutes. What sucked about my late arrival was that I had missed the swim warm-ups. My swim does so much better when I have a chance to warm-up. But I realized my swim would just be less than optimal.


No sooner than finding my age group we were going into the water in groups of four. The swim was in a rectangle shape parallel to the beach. Out, then a right turn, straight alongside the beach shore for about 1000 meters, and followed by one last right hand turn to shore.

Swimming out was into the waves, which made sighting tough. Then after making a right hand turn, the waves were crashing on your left side trying to push you back to shore for the major portion of the swim. I didn’t have to worry about my salt intake as I drank enough salty ocean water to last the entire race. Lol

The swim took me about 300 meters to warm up and settle into a decent swim stroke. But after warming up, I was enjoying my washing machine like swim. The view in the ocean was just breath-taking.

After making my final right hand turn towards the shore, my swim was coming to an end. I started kicking faster to get more blood flowing to my legs. Exciting the water onto the beach I felt great. I had about a 300 meter run to get to my bike Zoey.

I prayed to the triathlon gods for my front tire to have enough air to survive the 26 mile ride through the causeways. My prayers were answered as the bike portion of my race went relatively smooth as my front tire held enough air for me.  I also took the time on the bike to rehydrate myself with a mixture of lemons, water, maple syrup and cayenne pepper and I had enough hydration to energize myself.

Loving the view of the cruise ships

Loving the view of the cruise ships

The bike portion of the race was very well-organized traffic wise and the course was challenging enough to make it interesting.  Also the ocean views over the causeway were amazing.  After a smooth bike ride, it was time to transition to the run. I made a comfort decision to take the time to put socks on. I figured the ground would be hot causing a run with no socks to be potentially very uncomfortable. This socks decision cost me quite a bit of time.  I had to dry  to dry my feet, put my socks on the correct foot (as I have left and right socks) and then tie up my shoes. I definitely could have shaved some transition time, by opting for no socks but I think I made the right decision.

Once I had my socks and shoes on, my race belt with number, and sun visor were soon to follow and it was off to the run. By this time the heat and sun were in full force. I began to sweat immediately and wondered how my hydration and nutrition would hold up? I was concentrating on a run cadence of 90 spm and felt pretty strong the first 3/4 mile.

It was after this distance that I began to feel the slight beginnings of leg cramps. I took a hit of sea salt which worked petty well for me during Ironman Arizona. I began to start thinking about “embracing the suck”. This is where you basically welcome whatever pain enters your body and continue to push forward.

Heading to the finish line

Heading to the finish line

The run was basically 3 miles up the beach and 3 miles back. A lot of the run was on the boardwalk, which was made with wooden boards and very comfortable to run on. There were water stations every mile or so and I thought well spaced.

After passing the first water station, I began to cramp really bad and I had to stop and try to massage the cramp out. After being disappointed with having to walk after mile 1, I made a decision to not walk again no matter how much cramping or pain I was in.

I slowed down to take in hydration and salt, but other than that, I kept my promise and was able to maintain a steady pace to The finish line. The last 400 meters or so was on loose beach sand and really challenged my balance.

I maintained my smile and was elated to be finished. In my mind I had a well executed race, but still was towards the back of the pack in the final standings.

dreaming of a podium finish

dreaming of a podium finish

Once my race was over, the real drama began. I started looking for Frank with excited anticipation. Well I waited and waited and waited, but there was no sign of Frank.

I decided to check the bike area, no Frank. Then I got a phone call from Beau (Frank’s son) asking if I had seen his dad? We then decide to go to athlete services to see if they could give us a more accurate information on Frank’s whereabouts. According to the computer timing chip, Frank made it out of the water, but disappeared after that. Beau knew this was incorrect as he saw his dad make it out of the water and onto his bike. Did Frank crash? Why was there no bike time for him? A short while later we start to get conflicting reports that he had bike trouble and never made it to the run. Well if that was the case, where is he? We actually began to panic just a little.

Beau decided to see if his dad walked to the condo for some unknown reason? But Frank was nowhere to be found.  Race officials began to worry just a little too.  We had them make repeated calls to the course to see if they knew anything about what happen to Frank.  No one could answer the simple question as to where Frank was.  By this point the last triathletes had finished the race and they began to break down the event.  Signs, plants, fencing were all being torn down and the racing crew started to not believe us that there was still one more racer out on the course.  I begged the race officials to leave one more medal for my friend and that he had to be out there somewhere.

One lonely medal

One lonely medal

Now this race had a no DNF policy and stated that as long as you made it to the run portion of the race by the cutoff time you could take as long as you wanted to finish.  We finally got a report that a race official had found Frank!  He was on the run portion of the race.  They went on to explain that for some reason his race chip was malfunctioning and wasn’t recording his time and whereabouts after exiting the ocean.  His son and I were thrilled beyond belief that he wasn’t roadkill somewhere on the race course.  His son Beau decided to go out on the run course to see if could find him.  Beau called me 10 minutes later saying he was walking with his dad.  At this point I had talked the race team to chat “Frank the tank” when we see him coming down the race chute.  They even set me up with water and a shade tent to wait for him to come.  Keep in mind it was almost 2 hours after the previous racer had crossed the finish line.

Well Frank never made it to the finish line as a race official who didn’t know we had this swan song setup for Frank had rerouted him to a tent to get him hydrated.  I would later learn that Frank had a good swim (which was his “worry event”) followed by a bike ride from hell with lots of cramping and walking the bike.  After the bike Frank proceeded to walk the entire 4 miles of the run course.  Actually he missed the turn around point for the Classic distance and ended up walking two extra miles adding insult to injury.  There was no water left on the course as all the volunteers had left causing Frank to have to walk the 6 miles in the Miami Beach sun.

I must admit I was extremely proud of Frank’s determination to conquer his fears and finish his first triathlon race.  Frank is now more determined than ever to have a better showing and is excited about his next adventure which will be Escape to Miami.


Frank is bloody but unbowed

Frank is bloody but unbowed



The sand says it all


Race swag

Race swag

After the race, we collected our bikes and walked back to Frank’s condo.  It was here that some of Frank’s nice neighbors made us the freshest, most delicious coconut water known to mankind.  Simply the best liquid concoction I’ve ever drank.  I also learned how beneficial coconut water is for hydration and post race recovery.  nothing beats nature!

Best drink ever

Best drink ever



Posted by on April 19, 2015 in Daily Training Log


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