There are so many aspects of this race that make my personal race exerpience completely worhtless in my opinion. So, to a certain extent, writing this seems like a waste. First of all I wasn’t there for me. I was there for my friends Bobby and Phil. They were both doing the Full Rev distance again this year. Last year I missed Bobby’s finish and then he was a rockstar for my at IMLP, so I had a debt to pay to this man. Maybe he didn’t feel like I owed him, but that’s why he’s a friend. I owed him…BIG TIME! And then I wanted to be there for Phil “The Machine”. The man is a beast and any chance to see him strut his stuff on the race course is really cool. On top of all of this it was the 10th anniversery of The 9/11 Terrorists Attacks. In true form, Rev3 did the day right and honored those that perished and our service men and women fight tirelessly to protect this country.

Cedar Point
The weekend started with a pretty uneventful drive out to Ohio. With one exception…the CD player in Anna’s car broke. I thought she was gonna pull over and freak out. We surfed the radio for hours. When we arrived at Cedar Point Amusement Park we went straight to packet pick up and then met up with everybody that was there (Phil, Kate, Bobby, Katie, and Bill). Off to dinner and then Target where some hilarity ensued. (hint: don’t put city kids in a Target with a credit card and a shopping cart. No bueno).

Transition and check in

Some sick ERC wheels

Who is excited to race? ME!!!

Cheese balls anybody?

Bill finally grew a pair!

And Anna just chopped them off
Saturday was a chill day with bike drop off, a little race prep ride and run, and most importantly our pre-race hibachi grill dinner. Last year we went to Samurai Japanese Steak House the night before the race and everybody raced really well. Why mess with a good thing. We hit it again. The only thing missing was John Hirsch Sr. ordering sushi like a rockstar.

a little bike prep

The ERC machine ready to fly

Bobby spending some time in the Recovery Pump boots

Pre Race dinner

Post dinner tattoo parlor

check out our sick ink!
Sunday was the usual pre-dawn wake up of long distance racing. Bobby got the coffee going and we all ate a bit. Then we headed to transition to drop Bobby’s bags off and so that I could set up my transition. After that we headed back to the hotel for our wetsuits and swim gear. The swim start is right out front of the hotel so we hung out for a bit and then went out to the beach. Hard to describe the energy on the beach between the race and honoring 9/11. Hopefully these pics will do it justice.

One flag for each person lost on 9/11

Tribute to The Fallen Hero
After the Full Rev racers were in the water, Bill and I had some time to kill. We walked around the beach were we met fellow johnhirsch.org CREW athlete Laura. John told her to start at the front of the swim wave and get out in front of the chaos. She was a bit nervous to do that but I told her to stick to the plan and get fiesty up there. (After IMLP where I got crazy aggressive in the swim start I’ve got no problem kicking or punching you out of the way in the swim start. Rubbing is racing).
My race went like this: decent swim of 36:36, good bike of 2:44:30 (20.42mph avg), crap run of 2:07:16 (9:43min/mi). Having not really been in the pool for 6wks, plus walking through the muck at water’s edge, I’ve very content with that swim. My goal was to bike race to T2 and I did just that. There was not a moment in 56mi that I laid off the gas. I held a measured push for the entire ride. If I could not feel the pedals I either shifted or pushed harder. I was out of the saddle on eveyr little roller. I didn’t know how I’d respond to this so this was my fun gamble of the day. Will definitely be pushing more on the bike in future races. The run was a disaster. Took me 2mi to get my run legs back which I should have expected having not done a brick in weeks. When I hit 10k to go I was feeling pretty good. I had found my legs and had a good turnover for about 2mi. I tried to hold this as long as possible. It didn’t feel like I was pushing too hard, just a solid turnover. But this all fell apart with 5k to go. Same spot that the wheels came off at Rev3 Qaussy. I was down to a death shuffle. Not sure if it was the bike, the no training, or a nutition problem. In the end I had a PR of about 2min at this distance. Should have been a 10min PR so I’m a little bummed. But a PR is a PR and I’ve got to accept it.
After my race it was time to clean up, grab a quick bite and beer with Bill and then focus on Phil and Bobby. I spent the remainder of the afternoon cheering them on and playing sherpa.

Phil and Bobby getting ready to swim

Full Distance racers on the start line

Full Distance swim start
Phil the Monster came in looking really strong and ended up winning his Age Group. His wife, Kate, had a feeling he had wone but made us wait till he came around a bit to tell him. She quietly told me to go check the timing computers that Rev3 has set up (super cool touch) and, low and behold, Phil won his age group. Not only won, but won by 19min. DAMN! I came running back to him yelling and grunting that he won. He was in complete shock. So much so that he didn’t even believe me. About 10min later he made me go back and double check the computer. My response, “Hey Phil, the computer says the same damn thing it said last time I looked. YOU FUCKING WON YOUR AGE GROUP DUDE!” I’m so proud of this guy. He’s one of the nicest guys I know and absolute monster on the race course. Such an honor to be there for this race.
Then it was time to focus on Bobby. I had seen Bobby leave T2 and he was looking pretty good. My only concern was that he told me he just peed coffee. I immediately started yelling at him to take in more fluids. Bobby went on to finish with an 8mi PR for a full distance race. ROCK ON! Then he got loopy. I’m telling you the stuff that came out of Bobby’s mouth was histerical. I was walking him and his bike to the car and it was like trying to corrale a 5yr with my hands tied behind my back. He told me he was gonna do his race report in interpretative dance. Then he walked over to a cone, stradled it, looked back at me as he threatened to squat on it and said “I saw this once in a porno”. The dude had me crying.

Bobby on the run

Bobby coming down the final stretch
We got him and Phil home and then we drank beer and ate pizza. Then we all crashed hard. Long day for everyone. In the morning we went to the awards breakfast. Last year we stopped by, but this year we had to celebrate Phil’s age group win.

Winner WInner chicken wings at Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner
This was an amazing weekend and so proud to be apart of it. Funny thing is, I don’t give a crap about what I did for me. This wasn’t about me. This was for Phil and Bobby. You guys deserve it!