tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35427366578295278522012-02-16T12:24:35.607-08:00A somewhat humorous multisport blog with a side of life and politics. Running...Cycling...Swimming...Triathlon...Multisport...LifeTricyclisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06503142425762649460noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542736657829527852.post-84214079928564982022011-05-16T14:18:00.000-07:002011-05-16T14:19:23.229-07:00

Have you ever had someone mention or recommend some event, a running race, a concert, a triathlon, or a movie that sounds really good at the time of the mention, you commit to said event, but when reality wipes away the fog, you are usually faced with a monumental lapse of judgment and decision making? I would count my decision to enter the Boston to Big Sur Challenge as one of those said lapses.

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The parallels between my qualifying marathon, the Camarillo Marathon in Southern California, and the international athletic mega-event, the Adidas Boston Marathon are simply uncanny.* Boston had 27,000 participants; Camarillo has a population of 27,000 people.* Boston had five hundred thousand spectators lining the course while Camarillo had five hundred thousand tomato, strawberry, and onion

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Journal EntrySeptember 28, 2010I'm writing this in case I do not make it. My family and the world need to know how our last days were spent trapped on the freeway trying desperately to reach the new Toll Lane in Sunol. We were promised a faster commute, but have been stuck in a level of hell only surpassed by those waiting in line to audition for American Idol.Like many others, I joined the long

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Oh the Horror!Nestled just north of the Santa Monica mountains and caressing the Pacific ocean, Ventura is a picturesque burg offering many delights for residents and tourists alike. Unfortunately, our journey to run a new Boston qualifier marathon did not take us to this idyllic setting, rather to its black sheep step cousin next door, the aptly named town of “Camarillo” which in Portuguese

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Someone needs to invent a machine that allows the user to slap themselves upside the head when they feel the desire to do something potentially stupid. Often, there is not a spouse, mother, family pet, or complete stranger willing to perform this service, so a machine with easy to read directions would be extremely beneficial to those of us prone to poor decision making.Case in point would have

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Henry Hagg Lake, Portland, OregonI’ve been a bit delinquent on recapping an extraordinary weekend of racing against the best short course triathletes in the country. Immediately after returning from Portland, I had to hop on a plane for a short business trip to Chicago. I wish I could have just used the same suitcase as I had already packed for the race, but my clients would probably not be too

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After being with my wife Janine for 15 years, I’ve come to the realization, actually came to the realization long ago, that I’m not worthy of my membership in the man club. Occasionally I may open a jar or lift a heavy object (not too heavy mind you) or get us to our destination without asking for directions, but not nearly enough to assuage my fragile male ego and maintain my man certification

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Three of us represented FMRC at this past Sunday's TBF Tri 4 Real.Janine, Steve Sherman, and I battled the perfect weather, relativelyflat course, and great race organization to have a great time andtake home some schwag.My very talented wife, Janine, rocked the women's 40-44 age group to once again take home 1st place gold. Needless to say, with two 1stplace wins in the Tri 4 Real summer series,

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We thought taking a road trip to Sunriver Oregon with our 10 month old twins would be a great way to relieve work and home stress. To even further increase the calming effects of our vacation we decided to each sign up for a triathlon. Janine imagined back in December she would have plenty of time to train for a ½ Ironman in between work travel, caring for the boys, and keeping me in line while I

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I've been very remiss in my posting of late. As you all know, we doubled the size of our family. We now have a strong triathlon team with an alternate in case Dad isn't racing fast enough. The baby Tricyclists are doing great, they are already out-pacing Mom and Dad in the important training discipline of recovery sleep. The little ones are logging a good 18-20 hours of sleep a day while Mom

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The Tricyclist family has doubled! Two new tricycles arrived last week. They are already in training for the next big fun adventure. I can tell they will be much faster swimmers than Dad with an impressive 4 foot arm span and ankles that actually bend to the horizontal, again unlike Dad's, making them perfectly suited for future triathlon glory. Mrs. Tricyclist is recovering nicely, although I

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The Right Spinspin: to cause to have a particular bias; influence in a certain direction; to pedal in a smooth even circle.I often supplement my triathlon training with an indoor cycling class called “spinning”. Thirty to fifty gym goers cram themselves into a converted aerobics studio adorned in their best Lycra and Spandex to pedal furiously in place to the pre-recorded sound track chosen by

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Sunday mornings are typically reserved for sleeping in, reading the paper, filling up the kids with sugar laden breakfast cereal, and/or annoying your neighbors with the cacophony of your lawn mower. Triathletes and runners are different. Sleeping in is sleeping until 6AM, our kids get their best quality sleep and do their dining in the back seat of the car on the way to a race or in the jog

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On a lonely stretch of wind swept highway, between the towns of Galt and Ione, a now defunct nuclear power plant looms over vineyards, small cattle ranches, and the venue for a series of sprint and Olympic distance triathlons. If you have no idea where Galt or Ione are located, you are not alone. These hamlets are located at about the point you lose your Bay Area radio stations on the drive to

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The week was passing very slowly. Sitting in 7th grade French class, trying to listen to Mrs. Beauvois drone on about the plus perfect tense was unbearable. Didn’t she realize that in less than two days, I was going to my first “real” party, one with alcohol, and girls, even girls with reportedly loose morals. Not much else passes through the mind of a 13 year old boy other than fantasies

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I’ve never felt privileged. I know that is a fairly bold statement from white male living and working in Silicon Valley, recently ranked the most expensive place to live. Tokyo was ranked the third most expensive to give some perspective. A two bedroom one bath tear down was sold this past month for $850,000. The new owner paid this exorbitant sum for the property. The house was destined for the

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The last time I participated in the Vineman Half Ironman was 2004 before it became an officially sanctioned and branded Ironman 70.3 event. I observed many changes with the newly branded event as the marketing gurus at Ironman placed their indelible mark on the venerable wine country triathlon. Gone were the quirky Merlot and Zinfandel aid stations, the Topless Dancing Grapes Revue at mile 6 of

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I would have to agree with my friend Joanie. My wife Janine is definitely "The Woman". When we first met she was competing in in-line speed skating. This is where you strap on rollerblades with 5 wheels and no brakes and skate very fast out on nice rough asphalt up to speeds of 30 MPH. Just before moving out to CA, she was in a race in Arlington, TX. It was a sprint finish so she was flying down

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Top Ten Things I will Remember about Uvas South Bay Triathlon 200710. Why are we parking in this cow pasture and why is that guy directing traffic wearing only boxers and cowboy boots?9. Wow, I get to rack next to Monica Zucker. She’s much easier on the eyes than my last rack mate; I think his name rhymed with lark.8. You know the water level is low at Uvas when you have to take a chair

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I know I am tempting fate by using the Ironman name in my title, so I am expecting the trademark police to come knocking on my door any minute. If this recap of last weekend's Envirosports Napa ½ Iron Triathlon is interrupted mid-story, you know what happened.A small, but hearty band of FOMOs trekked north to Napa, the land of cabernets, asiago, and Mercedes. Unfortunately, the race was in a

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The IM CDA saga has to start way back in September of 2005 when I and two hardy and brave souls, Ethan and Greg, participated in our inaugural Ironman way up in Penticton, Canada. My lovely wife Janine after having been a staid and steady supporter during the race decided she was ready to try her hand at IM. Now, this revelation took place shortly after I had finished the race and had uttered

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A hardy band of anti-Wildflower FMRC triathletes ventured north to the Putah Creek "Resort" for the 2nd annual Napa Half Ironman Triathlon. I use the term resort VERY loosely. When you think of a resort, if you normally picture million dollar yachts bobbing at a well tended marina, overlooked by $500-1000/night bungalows, where you can eat in 5 star restaurants, surrounded by a championship

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Readers beware – this is rather long.This year's Sentinel Triathlon featured almost perfect conditions.The weather forecasters, who I suspect base their weather predictionsmore on bad dreams brought on by spicy food the night before, called for rain and thunderstorms, but we woke to clear skies and calmseas. The alarm went off at the butt crack of dawn once again thisyear (hopefully this will

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My two cents about IM CanadaJoanie, Greg, Janine, and I arrived on Wednesday prior to the race on Sunday. Ethan and Debbie flew up on Thursday. That gave all of us at least two full days to develop a full case of the pre-race jitters and fret over what seemed endless details. Greg and I went down to the lake on Thursday morning to scope out the course and test the shrinkage factor of the water.

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Shrink to fit.First off, many thanks to Dan & Diann for once again hosting the swimmers, family, and friends this weekend for the Trans Tahoe Relay swim. Thanks to Pat for all his energy and resources to provide us with a great boat and being a fantastic Team Captain. He exceeded all of our expectations especially considering he was running on minimal sleep from too many red-eye flights to Sydney

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A small, but fiesty band of triathletes and support crews ventured south to the mega-tropolis of Pacific Grove over the weekend for the 200th running of the Pacific Grove Triathlon. The Pac Grove Triathlon began with humble origins when Portuguese sardine fishermen accidentally fell off their boats while off the coast of Monterey. Without wetsuits, they swam through the kelp beds to the relative

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Congratulations to Dan and Kirsten for their awesome qualifying runs at the Las Vegas Marathon. Dan finished with a nice 1 minute cushion at 3:14:00 while Kirsten came in at 3:28 well under her needed 3:45. I, on the other hand, will have to wait for Boston next year.To put some perspective on Dan's achievement, let me describe the conditions. We started the race with a slight offset tail wind

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2002 Hood to Coast Relay Race196.3 miles of shear madnessThe saga really began in the summer of 2001 when Kirsten from the Palo Alto Running Club (PARC) asked if my lovely and talented wife (LATW), Janine, and I would like to run the Hood to Coast relay race with a motley collection of runners from PARC calling themselves Just Plain Nuts. They had had a few defections to the other side, a team

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