The race broke down like this:

Swim: 250 yards in a pool (actually two pools)
Bike: 4.5 miles
Run: 1.5 miles

It all started on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 4:47 a.m. when I woke up. I'd like to say that it started four months earlier when I started training, but the truth is, I didn't train for this event. On top of that, I have never really swam in my life ... Unless you count swimming from the boat to my water skis (with a life preserver on!) But, I'm making excuses ... Truth be told, I am in fantastic shape, and my whole life-goal of my fitness related hobbies is that I can participate in things like this, without specialized training or being worried. With that in mind, I succeeded.

Where was I ...? Oh yeah, 4:47 a.m. After letting the doggie out, and drinking four Ensures, I got a nice hot shower and dressed for my event (a tight thigh-length Speedo and nothing more). I loaded my road bike onto the rack on my car, threw my backpack with transition gear into the car and sped to a local event ( http://www.triitnow.com/SpringRidgeSprint.htm ).

PUT THE STORY HERE!!!

I must say that I have a new-found respect for these triathletes ... I could have ridden my bike or ten times those distances on their own. However, if you stack the three disciplines together, and run them at a race pace and it is a whole new ballgame! Basically I had my ass handed to me!

Anyway, after the race was said and done, I finished in 47th place overall (out of 178 finishers) and 5th in my age group (out of 12). Not to shabby for a first time ... But, there is plenty of room for improvement.

Here are my numbers:
Over all Race Time = 39:50.2

Swim (250 Yards) - Ranked 3rd in my age group
6:24.3 (pace - 27:50)

Transition One
2:33.2 (I got murdered on this one, because I almost passed out putting on my bike shoes)

Bike (4.5 miles) - Ranked 5th in my age group
15:11.7 (pace 3:22)

Transition Two
1:55.2 (fastest guy in my age group beat each of my T-times by one minute!!!)

Run (1.5 miles) - Ranked 9th in my age group
13:45.7 (pace 9:10)

I hope to see some of you at my next event!!!

-Vaughn

Here’s the first glimpse I got of Rainier on this go-around.

However, I am getting ahead of myself … Let’s back up a few months and talk about my training and preparation for this arduous task.

My training was pretty straight forward … I weight lifted a full-body routine twice per week. And, three days per week I did cardio on my VersaClimber machine. My cardio routine involved doing HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training). Essentially, I did one minute of maximum output cardio, getting my heart rate close to my maximum. Then I followed that minute with a minute of slow paced cardio. I repeated this for a total of 10 max/slow sets.

Along with the weights and cardio, I also did some yoga about two or three times per week. I was doing two different styles … Slow and flow. Yoga help me to have limber joints and a healthy, strong structure.

If I could do it over again, I would have added some extremely heavy backpack training on some tall stairs. Also, my cardio training was only for about two months. I would have changed that to four or more months worth of mountain specific exercise.

Once it was loaded with all of my gear and the two liters of water I carried up the mountain, my pack was about 69 pounds.

Scean, Mike, Sarah, and I drove to the Cougar Rock Campground on the evening of Monday, June 28, 2010. We setup camp and crashed. Early the next morning, we packed up and drove the last fifteen minutes to Paradise. Once in Paradise, we checked in at the Ranger Station and found out that a storm was coming in mid-day on Thursday. Luckily, our plan was to complete the summit in the early morning on Thursday and be well on our way down before the storm even arrived.

From the Ranger Station, we walked over to the Paradise Inn and ate a very filling breakfast. I got French Toast, sausage, and some over easy eggs. Everyone else got the buffet breakfast bar.

Us at the Paradise Inn Restaurant (sorry about the lack of a flash).

We left the restaurant, donned our heavy backpacks and got underway.

Vaughn, Scean, Sarah, and Mike ready to roll out of the Paradise parking lot.

Sarah and Mike excited about starting.

Vaughn lathering up with Titanium Dioxide sun protection.

Once on the Paradise Trail, we got up to Panoramic View and did a nice switchback with some pretty good exposure. If you fell here, you’d live, but chances are you would end up with a broken leg, broken arm, and/or serious laceration. Next we pushed on to Pebble Creek and eventually the Muir Snowfield. Once you hit the snowfield, you are about halfway to Camp Muir.

We kept a sensible pace and managed to get up to basecamp without extreme exertion. However, that didn’t stop me from asking for a five minute break every 30 minutes or so.

Vaughn and Mike resting.

Sarah praying for good weather.

After a long and hard push up the snowfield, we finally got to Camp Muir. We found that the shelter had plenty of space, so we wouldn’t need to setup our tents Tuesday night. Sleeping in the shelter is nice. You are completely out of the wind and weather. And, you skip pitching and taking down your tent.

Mike, Scean, and Vaughn happy to be in the Camp Muir shelter.

Vaughn relaxing at Muir on one of the buildings. Notice Mount Adams off in the distance.

Scean at Muir, mountain hardman in cotton and soft boots!

Sarah ready to attack the glaciers!

Mike and Sarah enjoying the beauty of the mountain.

We spoke to a ranger at Camp Muir and he said that the weather had been updated. The approaching storm was going to hit earlier. According to the latest reports, we were now looking at a pretty serious storm system that would hit at midnight on Wednesday night. This was when we were planning on waking for our summit bid. Our stomachs turned sour at this news, but we decided to push on to the Ingraham Flats.

From Camp Muir, we headed out onto the Cowlitz Glacier and went through the Cathedral Gap. While heading up the gap, a rock fell off the overhead cliff and I had to sprint away from the line of fire.

While roped up, Mike was leading, with his daughter, Sarah behind him. Scean followed Sarah, and I was tail gunner. I should also mention that Mike’s pace was perfect and the reason why we were all so strong. A faster pace would have worn us all out, and we wouldn’t have been able to keep pressing forward.

Mike with the summit peering down on us.

After we got through the gap, we marched on to the Ingraham Glacier and headed into the Ingraham Flats camp area.

Vaughn with Little Tahoma behind him. The views are unbelievable from up on the Ingraham.

Coming down from Cathedral Gap, we can see the Ingraham Flats camp area ahead of us.

At the Ingraham Flats, we pitched tents. Since we were expecting a very windy storm, we decided to dig a tent pad that would leave a nice, solid, and tall wall around our tent.

Scean dug out our campsite at Ingraham Flats. He made a wonderful 3-wall shelter around our tent. Unfortunately, the winds that showed up later that night came from the exposed side… Figures!

Once the tent was pitched, and we had moved our gear in for safe keeping, we dug a little kitchen area for cooking snow and creating our water supply.

While waiting for the water to boil, I decided to send a message to my wife, Kristine. Earlier in the week I had set up the “help” button on my SPOT GPS to send a smoochie love letter to my adorable wife. The thing I over looked was that even though no one else would see my message, they would see that I had pressed the “help” button. Little did I know the consequences of doing this.

Apparently, many of my friends were following our trek and they each saw my supposed cry for help. Before you know it, every hospital, fire department, and the ranger station had been called and alerted of my last known coordinates. HA!

An RMI guide came to our campsite and asked if we were the Ripley party. We said yes, and he asked if everyone was okay in our party. Again we said yes. Then he explained that we had accidentally pressed the “help” button on our SPOT. Oops! Lesson learned … Now can we move on?

Shortly after making meals and filling water bottles, we settled in for sleep.

Our tent view from Ingraham Flats. It was the most spectacular tent view I’ve ever had in my life!

We woke up at midnight and the night was pleasantly clear … The calm before the storm. We decided to rope up and head up the Ingraham glacier to make an attempt at summiting. Perhaps the weatherman was wrong…

Up on the Ingraham glacier, the weather worsens.

As we trekked up the mountain, the weather rolled in. The winds picked up over time, and a small flurry of snow turned into an all out snow storm. The wind was blowing at a steady 30-40 MPH. To add insult to injury, an occasional surge would come through and give us gusts of up to 70 MPH.

Vaughn exhausted.

Sarah and Scean … Still happy.

Sarah, Scean, and a pooped Vaughn

We trudged. We struggled. We pursued our goal of reaching the 14,412 foot summit. Up around 13,400 (about 1,000 feet below the summit) all of the other climbing teams (there were about five or six going up to the summit at the same time as us) started turning back to head down the mountain. Everyone who passed us on their way down said that they were turning around due to the increasing nasty weather. We were literally the last team on the mountain.

We were stopped for a break and the wind was fiercer than ever before. I crept up to Scean and asked him what he thought. He said that he was willing to go on. I knew that I was strong enough to make it another 1,000 feet in altitude … However, the weather was lugubrious and I felt beaten up in many ways. I asked Scean to hike up to Sarah and Mike with me. They were already together talking about the situation as well. When Scean and I arrived, I could see the worry in everyone’s eyes.

I asked Mike what he wanted to do. He was stoic. I knew that everyone was capable of making it. I knew that everyone really wanted the summit. I also knew that we were risking a lot, because the weather was progressively getting worse and we were only going higher into more dangerous territory.

After a moment, I spoke up. “I think it would be best to head back down.” I continued by adding that the weather appeared to be getting worse, and our downclimb was going to be treacherous.

Everyone seemed momentarily sad to hear me say this, but they each realized that I was correct. Within moments they all agreed. We started to head back down the mountain.

Going back down the Ingraham was challenging to say the least

Along the way, we got to jump over four crevasse openings and we used a ladder twice to cross a very wide crevasse that lay right in our path.

Vaughn crossing an 8-foot wide and bottomless crevasse on a ladder.

After a nasty struggle in some atrocious weather, we finally got back to high camp at the Ingraham Flats.

Vaughn and Scean happily back in the tent at the Ingraham Flats, trying to warm up a hair.

Scean and I told Mike and Sarah that we were going to lay down for ten minutes and catch our wind before taking down the tent and preparing to head down to Camp Muir. We both laid down and fell immediately asleep. We slept for about 92 minutes. When we woke, both of us were surprised we had fallen asleep. Fortunately, Mike and Sarah weren’t waiting for us, because they had slept too. Talk about worn out!

We packed up our gear, roped up, and headed down the mountain. By the time we got to the Cathedral Gap, the storm had picked up so much that I thought we might blow off the trail! I was extremely glad that we weren’t stuck up near the summit with this latest bout of wind and snow.

Mike and Sarah do some route finding, because the blizzard made finding wands near impossible at times.

In a nutshell … Exhaustion!

When we got down to Muir, a Ranger approached us and asked if we had seen a solo climber. Two guys also walked up with fear in their eyes and asked if we’d seen their climbing buddy. We hadn’t seen him and we couldn’t help.

Note: As far as I know, he has been missing since Thursday, so I presume he is dead.

After a brief stint at Muir, we trekked down the snowfield. The lower we got, the slushier the snow was … Slushy snow is dangerous and slippery. Crampons do not work well in slush. Plus you post hole (post holing is when your boot punches through the top of the snow and you sink in, sometimes up to your knees). It is painful and tedious.

Scean almost all the way down and still full of vim and vigor.

Vaughn limps into the parking lot.

Sarah dances into the parking area.

Mike stumbles down into the parking lot.

Here is the output from my SPOT location device. It shows the path we took during our climb.

Final word
I am done with this confounded mountain. I feel that I have gotten a lifetime of adventure out of it. It is time to tackle another goal.

Cheers!

Friday, September 19, 2009 at 6:31 a.m. Andrew and I started loading our bicycles on my truck. We packed tons of Gu, power bars and bottles of water. We piled into my FJ Cruiser and headed to Pete’s house. Our plan was simple (they always start that way)… We would drive down to DC, park my truck and my buddy, Jerry, would pick it up that evening and drive it home for me. From there, we would ride 184.5 miles up the C&O Canal Towpath on our bicycles. Months of training had culminated to this event.

We picked up Pete and drove downtown. Once there we searched for parking near the Thompson Boat Center, which is mile zero on the canal. Downtown parking is hard for my FJ, because I need 6’9” of clearance. Most garages down there are under 6’6”. We finally found the perfect garage at the Kennedy Center. It was 7’ tall!! Tallest one I have ever seen in DC. Parking was solved… Ahhhhh.

We each had bike racks and medium sized bags back there behind our seats. Pete and I also carried camelbacks with water and paraphernalia. We rode out of the Kennedy Center parking garage and into the gorgeous morning with grins on our faces!

We got to the mile zero marker and took some photos.

Then a couple rode up on a tandem bicycle. They told us that they had ridden all the way down from Pittsburgh, PA. Hearing this made us feel weak. Then I thought, Meh… It’s downhill the whole way from Pittsburgh! This is how I justify and console myself.

I digress.

We took off quickly and were in Great Falls before I knew it. The ride was easy. However, I had already developed a cramp in my left calf. We weren’t riding faster than our training and we hadn’t gone that far, so I chalked it up to nerves… I took a couple of photos of the falls, ate a snack and moved on.

The rest of the day was uneventful (for the most part) and relatively easy. Just before home, Pete realized that he had been riding on a broken spoke. It warped his rim and the rear brakes had been on for nearly 15 miles! Holy dump! We rode 57 miles total that day.

Here is the Monacacy Aquaduct

At home, we tracked down a local bicycle shop, called the Bike Doctor. It’s located on Buckeystown Pike in Frederick. Awesome shop! The owner and his mechanic stayed past closing time, fixing and truing Pete’s rim. Then they gave him new brakes and tightened up his bike. Fantastic group there and very concerned about our safe trip. I absolutely recommend them to anyone in the Frederick area who needs repairs or bicycle parts and so on.

Kristine had put together a delectable meal that consisted of salad, pasta and steak. It was FANTASTIC! We talked about the day and encouraged each other.

Andrew stayed next door at his house and Pete stayed as a guest at my place. During the night I had to wake up and do some updates on databases for work… It was a challenge and wore me out mentally. I only got a few hours of sleep and worried how I would perform on our longest day. We were scheduled to ride about 72 miles on day two. Yikers!

Here you can see that we are still happy about our adventure… Fools!

Day two started well. My right knee was a touch sore on the outside, but nothing I couldn’t ride through. I packed three Advil and promised not to use them. We got underway around 9:15 a.m. and rode strong for most of the day.

This is us posed below the Maryland Heights rock wall (which I have climbed) at Harper’s Ferry.

This photo is me standing outside a hidden cave that women, children and ex-slaves used to hide in during the Civil War. Very COo.oOL

Along the way, we ran into a section of the canal that was closed due to flood damage… We had to ride on the road for a bit. This was tough for me, because it was a bunch of moderate hills. Pete and Andrew made it look easy. As we passed a pasture full of cows, I thought to myself, “I sure am hungry.”

This was a nice milestone… Our century along the path! Notice that for some reason, we are still happy… What is wrong with us??

About 20 miles before our stop in Hancock, my knee sang out with excruciating pain. With 12 miles left, I didn’t think I would make it to our hotel in Hancock. I stopped and writhed in pain. I popped three Advil and gritted my teeth. I tried walking beside my bike for a minute to stretch it out and I couldn't even do that. I was considering calling Kristine and throwing in the towel. I literally could not walk without severe pain shooting through my knee and up to the base of my spine.

Andrew and Pete offered to cut our pace (~14 MPH) in half for a while and see how I did… I decided to bite the bullet and literally gritted my teeth for 15 or more minutes at about 7 MPH. It slowly warmed up and the pain subsided. I assume the three Advil were kicking in. We made it to Hancock and proceeded to the Triangle Bar and Grill on Main Street. Dinner was awesome… I was STARVING! We had burned more than 5,000 calories during that day’s ride (We burned 14,000 calories total over the 3 day ride!)

Once we got to our Hotel, we ordered pizza, wings and cinnamon bread. We ate another dinner. Yum!

The final day was cold! We went outside to a chilly 47 degrees… Burrrr! Mounting up, I realized just how sore my gluteus maximus was. It was swollen and sore and ready to be done with this ride. I had popped some Advil before leaving my hotel room, so the knee was under control. The day promised to be good.

We headed down to Weavers Restaurant and had the best breakfast that I have had in quite some time. I got cream chipped beef (SOS) on biscuits with two poached eggs on top. YUMMY! Everyone was so nice there. Afterward, we mounted up and got under way. It was our final day. A 60 mile ride lay before us. Prior to this three day weekend, I had never ridden further than 40 miles and now I was doing one and half times that or more each day!

The last day went quickly. My pain came and went furiously… Only to return again. My hands had lost all feeling in them, except an incessant tingling that threatened to drive me mad. My neck was tired and worn from supporting my head and helmet. Shoulders and traps were tight. I don’t even wanna talk about my triceps and forearms!

The Paw Paw tunnel is a magnificent and amazing creation. It is 3,118 feet long and took about 14 years to make. It is wicked cool!

Pete and I climbed up top for some shenanigans…

If you are claustrophobic, you will need to skip this one… It was pitch black in there and I kept feeling like I would simply ride off the trail and into the slimy canal waters. It was a bit freaky in there without headlamps. I had a headlamp with me, but refused to use it, because Andrew and Pete didn’t have one. In the immortal words of the Three Musketeers, “All for one and one for all!”

When we got to Lock number 69 I wanted a photograph. But a guy and girl were there making out. I felt weird about taking a photo with them in it. I considered asking them to “pose” under the Lock 69 sign. Then realized that it would be pointless and invasive. Instead I pedaled on thinking how funny it was that he had invited her to Lock 69 to neck. What a romantic… Actually, I was jealous that I hadn't thought of it… Heh!

The last ten miles were furious. I had just finished my audio book The Road by Jack Kerouac at mile marker eleven. What a fantastic autobiography straight out of the beat generation written by the king of beat! I dug it immensely and pondered upon the fragility of mankind in a preponderance of heaven and hell that surely came together to single-mindedly stare into my mind’s eye. Yeah man, right-on, ahem and all that stuff! You dig?

After Jack’s lovely book was done, I turned on some John 5 and cranked it. It was my turn to set the pace and I went too fast a couple of times. Was soooo hyper about the finish. I counted each of the last ten miles out loud. Chanted them and/or signaled with my fingers. Excitement forced its way through my body. I was electric and my inner self was on fire!

We rode the last mile three abreast. Three friends, nearly broken by the dirt and gravel trail, finally at our journey’s end. Triumphantly riding into Cumberland with our heads held high!

Standing before us was a group of nine people. Our waiting wives, families and friends! It was a magical moment. They had created a finish line banner for us. We burst through the banner to cheers. It was awesome!

Here’s the remnants of the banner… I wanted a picture of us riding through it, but was too tired to pull out my camera.

It is 184.5 miles to Cumberland via the canal path. Our jaunts off the canal added up to a total trip distance of 190 miles! Here we are at the very end of the canal towpath.

This is me and my son, Xander. He was proud of me and with an enormous smile, said, “Dadda!”

After the celebration, we went to the Manhattan Grill, two blocks away and drank champagne and ate a wonderful meal!

As usual, I must recommend this trip to everyone! Go up hill from DC to Cumberland, if you dig… I had to.

Click Here for our Garmin GPS information from the trip.

To see higher resolution versions of the above photos, click here

I will catch you on my next adventure…

Cheers,
Rip

Deep Dive: This ride was another epic...

On Sunday (9/13/09) morning at 8:27 a.m. Andrew and I loaded our bicycles onto my truck’s bike rack. We threw our packs and water in the back and drove to the mouth of the Monocacy River. Parking at the C&O canal parking lot for the aquaduct, we unloaded and prepared for the morning ride.

Pete showed up and started pulling his bike out of his trunk… When he pulled the front wheel out (detached from the forks), the axle fell to the ground with a loud clang. Apparently, the nut from his front wheel axle was gone!!! We searched the ground around his car. Next we tore his trunk apart and searched in there… All to no avail. It was gone like Amelia Earhart in the Bermuda Triangle!

We weighed our options…

1. We all pile into Pete’s car and drive back to his house (20 minutes each way), get an extra nut that he has and then return to ride;

2. Pete drives home, while Andrew and I wait;

3. Pete drives home and Andrew and I go without him. He would attempt to catch up to us on our return part of the ride;

4. Pete drives home and rides his own ride near his home, while Andrew and I ride the C&O.

We selected option three. Pete leaped into his tiny Honda and threw gravel at us as he screeched away in a mad rush. Meantime, Andrew and I slowly got our act together and got out onto the canal at a casual pace (~13MPH).

The weather was a good as you could ask for. Right about 68 degrees in the shade. The trail was a touch muddy from rain a few days earlier, but manageable. It was my first time riding with my new (non-mud) tires. They were slippery as heck in the mud… Dunno how you all do it!

Just past our halfway point (22 miles in) Pete caught up to us on our way back! He must have been flying!!!

The whole ride was great. Fairly easy. With three miles to go, we decided to “sprint” some. So, I started off like a banshee and Pete took off after me. Andrew, being the smart one, raced at a more sensible speed.

Pete and I were neck-andneck passing each other several times for 1.5 miles. Our plan was to sprint for 2 miles and then spend the last mile doing a cool down. My plan went out the window at 1.5 miles when my body finally screamed, “WTF??!!”

Easing up, I watched Pete pull away from me to win the sprint race. Andrew wasn’t far behind and we all had a good laugh back at our cars.

All-in-all a fantastic outing with some of the best weather yet!

Here is our GPS info from the ride:
Vaughn’s Garmin Info
Pete’s Garmin Info

HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) is cardio based work that shortens your workout time and intensifies (to say the least) your effort and outcome. Basically, it involves:

1. Warm-up: Five minutes at a slow/easy pace to get the blood flowing;
2. Intense Session: 30-60 seconds of breakneck pace on a higher resistant level (if possible);
3. Resting Session: 1-2 minutes of slow/easy pace and resistance;
4. Session Repeat: Go back to Intense Session and repeat both sessions 5-10 times;
Cool Down: Five minutes at a slow/easy pace to get the muscles (and heart) cooled down.

In the past, it was believed that you need 45+ minutes of cardio training at 75-85% of your maximum predicted heart rate. Combined with 5 minutes of warm-up and cool down, this ends up being an hour or even longer! This HIIT program keeps your workout to potentially under 30 minutes and gives you FAR more bang for your buck. Trainers, doctors and scientists have done the legwork to prove to us that HIIT does more for increasing your cardiovascular system and in burning calories.

I can tell you that my experience is along those lines. I find that HIIT has quickly increased my performance and endurance! You shouldn't try to do HIIT unless you are already in good shape and have had a recent physical and approval from your physician.

Anyway, I am now doing HIIT twice per week and then a single "long" mileage day each week. This is my latest training regiment to help with my upcomming C&O canal ride from Washington D.C. to Cumberland, MD.

If you are fit and find yourself hitting plateaus in your cardio program, give this a go (at your own risk, obviously).

Train safe, and train hard!!!

-Rip

The weather was perfect and the trail was in good shape. Lots of people out this morning. It cheers me up to see so many folks out there getting/staying fit.

I need to start pushing out some more distance (and saddle time) to ensure that I am ready for the 184 mile trek up the canal in September.

One final note... I finally rode up (the whole way without stopping) the nasty hill right by my house.

Catch ya on the road!

-Rip

We decided to ride the Poolesville, Maryland loop based on a local rider’s information:
http://bikewashington.org/routes/westmc/westmc.htm

The ride is ~24 miles long and it incorporates 15 miles of road (some barely paved) and 9+ miles along the C&O canal. I was excited about this trek, because long trips on the C&O are sort of boring to me.

So, Pete and I met at the Monocacy Aqueduct in Dickerson, MD at approximately 8:08 a.m. We decided to ride the loop backward, so that we would end our ride on the C&O and we’d be going uphill (only about 2% grade albeit) on the canal. It turns out that the grade of the roads is considerably more and it wasn’t really important to worry about canal grade.

The weather was calling for severe thunderstorms and we wanted to beat them. We got underway in 69-degree cloudy weather. It was perfect out! W00t!

The first part of our epic started when Pete announced, “I’ve got my GPS, so I know where I’m going.” He then proceeded to pull ahead of me. Just when he got out of ear shot, I watched him pedal right past our first turn off. Shaking my head, I wondered if he would notice that he’d missed our turn, before he got to Rockville.

When I made the turn, I pulled off and dialed Pete on my mobile phone. He told me that he figured out that he had gone by the turn and was coming back… Thus our epic began.

Pete is in better cardio shape than me and he often pulls away. On one of these occasions, he was pumping by me on a slight uphill. It was apparent that we would need to switch to a lower gear. I followed the rules and eased up on my pedal pressure before downshifting. Pete on the otherhand, was pressing with all of his strength as he downshifted and I heard the loud clanking as his old bike struggled to find a lower gear and keep him moving. I thought to myself, I’ve got to explain to him about not shifting under such duress. Just as I thought that, he down shifted again using this same technique.

CRACK

Pete yelled out, “Uh oh.”

I inquired, “What?”

Guess what…? He had broken his chain.

Pete was getting worked up and cursing his bad luck. I explained that shifting like that is what had done this to him. I also calmed Pete by telling him, “Don’t worry… We have all of the right tools and everything’s cool. We’ll be back on the route in no time.” After calming him, I finished with, “There is only ONE thing that you must not do.” Pete looked at me and I said, “When you are pulling the links apart, do not pop the pin all of the way out.”

Pete held his chin high and announced, “Of course not.”

So, we started to work on removing the broken link and fix his chain. Moments into the repair, I reiterated, “Don’t pop the pin out.”

Pete sighed, huffed and puffed and then waved me off while he continued.

Suddenly, I heard a click and Pete said, “Oops.”

I could have smacked him! As you guessed, Pete popped the pin out of the chain, which turns a simple roadside repair into an hour-long adventure! While we fought to get that chain fixed, several big pickups flew by us at twice the posted speed limit. A couple of them tried to get close and frighten us.

Long story short, we struggled and finally got Pete’s chain back together. We were back underway.

On the road, we rode right past our next turn and kept going for several miles. By the time we realized our mistake, we had were pretty far off course. We backtracked and found a road that would connect us to our planned trail.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, and we only ended-up riding about 5 miles further than planned. We also were about 1 hour behind schedule, due to our roadside repair.

All-in-all, a fantastic day and wonderful ride… Not to mention the fact that we got to share in the fun of a roadside repair! Also, the weather held out for us.

Here is our GPS info from the ride:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/5550311

40 miles was about as tough as I could imagine. Prior to this ride, the longest I'd ever done was 32 miles. My entire body is wrecked and I love it!!!

My wife almost didn't recognize me. I was covered head-to-toe with a layer of mud. I'm glad that we banged this out, but I don't think I will do a muddy rain day again... It's bad enough having my body destroyed, adding the cold and mud to it just made it relentless.

Pete was a trooper and he is in fantastic aerobic shape! I have some work to catch him by the time our real ride rolls around.

To see my GPS tracked ride information check here:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/4580912

I've started my training and I realized that even though I'm in excellent health and fit, I am not in bike shape! My aerobic capacity leave much to be desired, and my butt takes a brutal beating from long rides in the saddle!

I've only been riding for a week. One of those days was on the canal. I see a huge difference now between asphalt and canal towpath gravel and dirt... Ouch!!!

Today is going to be about a 40 mile day for me. And, my plan is to ride two short days (on the street, or on a recumbant bike) per week and one long day (on the canal) on the weekends.

The entire 3-day ride will cover about 160 miles, so we plan to do about 50-55 miles per day with two nights on the trail. Don;t get me wrong, we won;t be roughing it out there in the wilderness... The first night will be at my house, because I live in Brunswick, which is ~mile 57 on the canal. The second night will be in a B&B, motel or hotel.

Why am I doing this?, you ask... I like to have at least one fitness goal per year, that keeps me struggling to keep up throughout the year.

I'll try to keep you posted on my progress.

Wish me luck!