An Ultra-row with Simon

A couple of weeks after my solo journey on that freezing lake, I was at at a party hosted by the owner of our rowing center, Matt Knifton. I was speaking to a few people about that awesome dam-to-dam row when he overheard and said, “You’re that guy who was seen rowing on the lake!” He got excited and shook my hand. The conversation about crazy rowing stories came up, and Simon Borchelt joined in. We were enjoying a few alcoholic drinks as I mentioned to Simon my past ultra-marathons on land and desire to do the same thing on water. He immediately asked if I wanted to take a two-man boat out and do this. I gladly accepted, and two days later I confirmed that this agreement was not just the booze talking. We met that weekend at 8 a.m. with energy bars, fruit, and sports drinks. I decided to use gloves because of my limited skill level (experienced rowers have calluses built up to protect their hands and more precise gripping technique to further protect them). Simon is a far more accomplished rower, having sculled since childhood. His father, Mark, was on the U.S. Olympic team  and now coaches the elite team at our club. Mark used to give Simon money for every mile he did on the indoor rower, so the motivation to succeed was well enforced. Simon and I pulled a boat out to the dock’s edge, and, with oars in place and food and water stored securely, we headed out. The weather started out nice, and there were not very many standup paddle boards, canoes, or other floating vehicles to navigate around. The water traffic can prove troublesome on the weekends, when the college kids and families are out in higher numbers. The combination of a sculling boat’s speed with the fact that we are rowing away from our visual path makes it necessary to constantly look back for obstacles that are in the way or headed into the boat’s path. We rowed to the first dam and turned back, passing the docks toward the other dam. This would be just the second time I had journeyed to this other dam. Simon and I had some funny conversations along the way, talking about ex-wives and places we have lived or visited. With this great company, reaching the second dam felt like a relatively short trip. Rounding the island and heading back to the dock (a 12-mile round trip), we hopped out of the boat to stretch and eat. After 15-20 minutes we headed out for lap two, reaching the first dam then back toward the other. My hands were already starting to feel raw under my gloves, but the rest of my body felt great. Simon was holding up well too. A few miles from the next dam turnaround, I discovered that Simon had only rowed one “dam-to-dam” distance before, so this was a new personal best for him as well. We reached the dam and headed back for another rest break on the dock, this time taking 20-25 minutes to recover before heading out for the victory lap. We were both still in high spirits, feeling just a little sore but ready to finish strong. We reached Tom Miller Dam (at Red Bud Trail) and turned back for our last meeting of the day with Longhorn Dam. The wind was starting to pick up, and my novice-level blade work was getting a bit sloppy, jerking the boat around at times. I pulled myself together as the wind increased the choppiness of the water surface, further testing my abilities. Simon was doing an excellent job of keeping the boat level, often correcting my blunders with a quick oar stroke. He was positioned ahead of me, so was able to give me great advice on my technique. I love surrounding myself with experts who test my abilities and teach me to improve. We made it back to the dock, finishing our 33-mile (36 miles on some water maps) adventure. Simon has since done this triple loop solo. Feeling much improved, I think I’m ready to try a solo quadruple loop. I’ll post it as soon as I do it!!

 

 

 

 

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Simon and I after our second “dam-to-dam” loop (22-24 miles down)

 

 

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Tired but happy to have completed the day’s challenge of a triple “dam-to-dam” row (33-36 miles).

Run Like the Wind 24 hour run

After passing on this race to do a rowing marathon that ended up getting canceled due to freezing temperatures, I discovered that the Run Like the Wind race had also been canceled.  Searching online to update my bio, I discovered that this race was to be held in February, just three weeks away. I had done very little run training, so the mere idea of standing on my feet for 24 hours seemed daunting. There was a 12-hour option, which I had won two years ago, but the temptation to defend my 24-hour title was offsetting much of my fears. With just these three weeks before race day, I hit the road with my best running shoes to get a 5-, 8-, 12-, and 16-mile run in the days leading up to this. I am a firm believer in avoiding overtraining, so even with a few weeks to prepare, I needed to be fresh before this long event. Standing at the event sign-up table, I decided to go for the full 24-hour event. There were many who had signed up for the 3- and 6-hour times as well, so I would need to keep my ego in check, letting them pass me on this one-kilometer loop until their events timed out. Many would agree that the real race in an ultra is the last half, so pacing is crucial. With a total of eight runs under my belt since the prior year’s win and seven additional pounds of fat and muscle on my frame, this was going to be a challenge. Brenda Carey and Brian Acree  joined me, doing the three-hour event. It was great to have these great friends to run with for the first quarter of the event. There were also some familiar faces from last year’s race here. I had my cooler loaded up with an electrolyte drink that would serve as my only form of sustenance for the next 24 hours. Solid food does not sit well in my stomach when running these events. There were 15 people signed up for this event, and many more opting for the shorter times, making this the biggest crowd in the last four years I have raced this course. This is still a small race compared to the Rocky Raccoon 100 I have also done twice. That race has close to 750 athletes running either the 50- or 100-mile distance. the Run Like the Wind offers a more intimate setting, so great conversations frequently occur. I really love sharing stories during these longer races. I’m a social person, so a full day, turned night, then day again is a lonely prospect without good company. The race took off with a familiar cheer, and we all headed down the soft, mulch-covered trail–a surface that really saves your body’s joints by softening the jarring impact that a street race would impose. Brenda and Brian looked great as they cruised ahead while I tried my hardest to run a very easy pace. In an ultramarathon, most people, barring the elite, take walk breaks to conserve their energy resources. I include a brisk walk about one third of the time, stopping only to do a quick bottle fill-up. During a race I never wear a watch, preferring to run inside my body’s intuition but always staying aware to keep my body moving so my average pace does not dwindle from a longer break than absolutely necessary. Brenda and Brian had strong finishes to their three-hour mark, leaving me with just 18 hours to go. I met a great guy named Jason, who proved to be excellent company the remainder of the race. He was attempting the 24-hour too, and our running pace was similar, so hours passed by as we shared different topics of conversation. He consumed an almost completely plant-based diet, so my veganism, the problems with Monsanto, the cattle industry, and environmental pollution were deeply addressed. His father sold cattle for a living and wanted him to take over the business, so that moral dilemma came up as well. As the 12-hour mark came around, I was starting to feel my undertraining. I was in third place and kept an even pace despite the broken-down feeling that was creeping up on me. Jason was hurting, too, but holding first place. He had never completed an event longer than 100 kilometers (62 miles), so we had celebrated his success with a loud roar. I eventually passed the second-place athlete around the 70-mile mark and, soon after, Jason, as he was stopping to eat and rest his legs. I tend to stay strong in these longer events as others start to fade. I’m not sure if this is a mental or genetic advantage, but I’m honored to possess it. Jason’s goal was to pass the 100-mile mark by 10 a.m., when the clock ran out, so I cheered him on as I passed by. With an hour left on the clock, Jason showed a surge of energy, fighting to reach the 100-mile mark. It was truly amazing to see him come alive after such a reserved period. Brenda had showered and come back to the race to cheer me on and get photographs for Vegan Health and Fitness magazine. I was feeling sore but pretty strong, finishing with 171 laps (106.25 miles). This was not the 115 .32 miles from last year’s race, but considering the lack of training and extra body weight, I was stoked. Brenda took pictures, and the crowd, albeit small, were much appreciated with their cheers. Brenda has been such a great friend and supporter since the first time we met at the PlantBuilt show in July 2013. I have since been helping out this great publication with my photography skills, covering events from cooking shows and restaurants to health expos and races. It’s an honor to help this magazine with a talent that I, as a child through young adulthood, had envisioned as a career. Since turning vegan almost two years ago, I feel that working with her has instilled a stronger purpose and outlet to reach athletes considering a plant-based diet. Jason ended up with 154 (95.70 mile) laps. I really hope he returns next year to make the 100-mile mark, or even win.

Still smiling after 24 hours and defending last years title with 106 miles

Still smiling after 24 hours and defending last year’s title with 106 miles

 

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The solo journey

When the Run Like the Wind came around this year, I was eager, yet felt unconditioned for this long race. I had been concentrating more on weight training and rowing since this race’s December 2 cancellation (due to freezing temperatures). That date coincided with a rowing marathon I had opted to do as well. When I showed up to row this marathon at the 7 a.m. start time and realized it had been cancelled as well, I waited for a few minutes and then decided I was going to do a long row solo. Slipping into a tiny boat after finding good oars to attach, I stepped in, strapped in my feet, and pushed off the dock. It was still dark as I rowed about 1.5 miles to Red Bud Isle, where a dam hindered further exploration. I turned the boat and headed back toward the docks, passing them and journeying onward to the other end of this lake. There was a dam on the other end I had never visited. The sun started to rise, casting a beautiful golden hue that gradually replaced the deep blue darkness. Flowing under a few bridges, the lake took a gentle curve one way, then the other as I headed off into uncharted territory. I was still very aware that if this boat were to tip over, I would be in a bit of trouble as it was still 28 degrees outside. My feet were almost completely numb with just two pairs of socks, but no shoes. (The foot plates on these boats do not accommodate shoes, so cold conditions like these can be problematic.) I went under a few more bridges, realizing that I had not seen anybody else in the last six miles since starting this adventure except a lone jogger along a trail that hugged the lake. A few more miles of rowing revealed a split in the lake. I chose a direction, soon realizing that this was actually an island sitting in a large field of water. The lake had opened up into a vast, intimidating expanse. I felt tiny out there in this massive body of water. Rowing around along the perimeter, I saw what looked like another bridge, which revealed itself to be a dam by a powerful rumbling as it released water to its far side. Close proximity to the warning buoys of this massive structure produced images of being sucked through the power-generating impellers. I felt like it would be a good time to get out of there and head back to the docks. Looping around the other side of the island and into the narrowing lake brought me immediate comfort, and the four-mile journey back to the start felt like a celebration. My hands were a little blistered from my inexperience; relatively new to this sport, I had only four months under my belt at the time. There is so much to learn, but the progress is addictive. Following the curves and avoiding the large concrete bridge posts, I finally saw the docks come into view. I docked the boat, unstrapped my feet, stepped out, and stumbled onto the dock, realizing how tired my legs had become and how numb my feet were. This was not a marathon, but it was three times the distance I had yet traveled, leaving me extremely satisfied with eleven miles under my belt and a boat that did not flip over. I also had the lake to myself for the entire trip, giving me a dream date with nature that will never be forgotten.

 

All bundled up and ready for a cold water adventure

All bundled up and ready for a cold water adventure

The Erg Rodeo

In the process of getting ready for the last three body building shows and the PowerMarathon event, I developed a shoulder issue: the ligaments that hold my left collar bone to my shoulder blade (AC joint) were tearing and needed time to heal. Looking around the gym for new exercises that would not irritate this injury, I spotted the rowing machine in the corner of the gym. I was already conditioned for leg pressing exercises, back rowing movements, and running, so  the rowing machine seemed right up my alley. I sat on this machine, fiddled curiously with the electronic display, and started rowing. After trying a short distance of 500 meters and scratching the time down on a piece of paper,  I hopped on the rower again a few days later, bettering my last time by several seconds. That night, searching “rowing machines” online, I came across the Concept 2 site. Not only was I using a Concept 2 machine, they also had an online database where people from all over the world could post their times! This is considered the machine of choice for collegiate and Olympic-level racers in the off-season all over the world for increasing stamina, so when I compared my 500-meter time and discovered  I was  second in Texas, I was stoked. Three days later, I became first. Attempting longer distances (1000, 2000, 5000, and 10,000 meters) yielded similar results. Now I was hooked. About a month after discovering this awesome piece of equipment, I wondered how rowing on the open water would feel and so decided to take lessons at the Texas Rowing Center. The center is just a 15-minute drive from my house to the beautiful Lady Bird Lake, where the docks are located. After a month of lessons, I joined the novice team and have been practicing two to three times a week. Hearing from an instructor about an indoor rowing event that would be held at the University of Texas in February, I signed up immediately. This event was called the Erg Rodeo, and it offered two flavors of pain–the 1000- and 2000-meter. I registered for both distances, even though they would be performed just 24 minutes apart. A few weeks later, I was on the university grounds at Gregory Gym signing in. The 1000-meter race was first, and I was up against five other contenders, two of whom were rowing coaches. The timer went off, and so did we. I got off to a fast start, almost too fast judging by the display on my machine that showed my pace. The display also showed the familiar distance shrinking with every surge of force applied to the handle: 900 . . . 850 . . . 800. By 350 meters, I was starting to feel the effects of the faster start. The burning sensation was in every tissue of my being as I gasped for air and asked my body to not give up. I screamed the last 100 meters out to the finish, folding over in my seat, desperate for the pain to recede. I thought I’d finished in third place when squinting at the overhead screen, so getting pats on the back felt like a kind gesture of good sportsmanship. Turns out that I was looking at the wrong virtual boat and that I had won by many seconds with a 3:08 time. I have come in second so many times in my bodybuilding past, so winning a 24-hour foot race, and now a rowing competition, really made me feel good, especially at 45 years of age. My performance in the 2000-meter race was quite poor, as I had nothing left in the tank and vomited immediately afterward in a garbage can hidden underneath a stairwell. I have continued to practice at my gym and improve on this winning time without losing my lunch. Can’t wait till next year.

 

 

The PowerMarathon

The PowerMarathon is a sport that had been on my mind since the late 90’s. In my mid-twenties, I decided to run a marathon. I was already a very ambitious weight lifter and so was carrying a heavier body than most of the serious racers. After a painful but rewarding finish in 4 hours and 3 minutes, the idea of combining the powerlifting I had been doing with this new hobby came to life. I mentioned this to a few friends at my gym and received the “you will run your muscle off” and “you have to be skinny to be a good runner” responses. Since 2007, I have been running and bodybuilding with good success, placing first  or second in many of my competitions. After a Google search for this combined sport found nothing, I decided that life was too short to wait for things to be invented. I set the date for the first-ever PowerMarathon for November 17, 2013, just one day before my 45th birthday. I had developed a great relationship with Brenda Carey and Brian Acree from Vegan Health and Fitness magazine, and Brenda was amazingly supportive in creating the layout and placing a one-page ad in the magazine. I needed to find a gym for the powerlifting portion of this sport, which would be done before the running challenge. Chad Beyers, owner of Beyond Fit gym in Austin, Texas, kindly offered his space for the event. He has a great gym and is a terrific guy–also a member of the PlantBuilt team of vegan competitors. My second obstacle in getting this sport together was to find a place for the running element. The Shrodi Center for canine behavior has a one-kilometer loop used to teach dogs and their owners how to interact for a better relationship. This nonprofit foundation has done a terrific job accomplishing these goals. Every year they host a 3-,6-,12-, or 24-hour race to raise funds to support this cause. I have run this race  four years in a row and love the soft, tree-shaded loop. The center graciously offered to let me use this course for the running portion. I was set! Now, I needed to do a little training myself. I did my powerlifting (squat, bench press, dead lift) on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, with two to three runs on alternate days. I rented a portable restroom that was going to be placed right next to the race loop and purchased two large coolers full of Gatorade and water. My good  friend Pascal donated some sandwiches from his restaurant, and others supplied fresh fruit to top off our dietary needs. A trip to Home Depot to buy a large board to mark off laps and buying a rolling measure and boundary tape to mark the course finished the race preparations. I had already had the finishing medals made, so now just needed athletes to win them. A few weeks of Facebook advertising gave me the nice group needed. I wanted this race to be a controllable size, since this was my first attempt at coordinating an event like this. The day of the event came, and at 10 a.m. we all collected at Chad’s gym. I was concerned  about re-injuring my lower back from contest training and so kept my squat at 315 pounds. The bench press was decent at 245 pounds,  and the final lift, the dead lift, went well pulling 405 pounds off the ground. Between lifts,  Chad, Trisha, Christy Morgan, and I spotted the other eight competitors and recorded their best lifts. When my lifts were completed, I rushed down to the race loop to remeasure the kilometer loop. The Shrodi Center had remulched the course the day before, accidentally breaking the tape used to mark the loop. This course has many optional turns, so it was fairly confusing to remeasure, but I finished marking the course again just as the competitors showed up. We laughed and took some pictures for a few minutes until the 12 p.m. race start.

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The naturally fit Super Show with team PlantBuilt

 

Wow, it’s been quite the time since my last post. Much has happened. For starters, the all-vegan team I joined (PlantBuilt) took the Naturally Fit Super Show by storm, winning 2 pro cards and many second- and third-place trophies. Not bad for 15 vegans against 150 omnivores. I entered two divisions, placing second in both. One of my team members, Will Tucker, beat out for first, with incredible conditioning and a huge chest. This team is made up of male and female bodybuilders and physique, bikini, and figure competitors from all over the United States. We gather once a year to show how competitive plant-based athletes can be without consuming any animal protein. The deeper purpose is to save the health of our fellow human beings by showing the health benefits of this diet, while lessening the cruelty our animal friends  have to endure. In 2014, our PlantBuilt team will be more than twice the size, with 32  hungry vegans ready to once again dominate the stage in Austin, Texas!

 

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Four of our PlantBuilt team members two days after the 2013 Naturally Fit show

 

 

 

 

Flexing next to Will Tucker, a fellow vegan who beat me out for first place in the masters body building class

Flexing next to Will Tucker, a fellow vegan who beat me out for first place in the masters body building class

The Texas Shredder and Drop Zone Showdown results

What a great month this has been. Dave Goodin’s MRI Texas Shredder show was amazing–one of the biggest natural bodybuilding shows of the year (302 competitors). There is truly something spectacular about competing in such a packed auditorium. The back of the stage, where we are held captive until the show begins, was crowded with beautiful bodies and filled with the familiar smell of oil and tanning products. It transported me back to my first show in 1998. The front of the auditorium was completely lined with product-laden tables of protein powders, shirts, shakers, energy drinks, posing suits, jewelry, natural diet pills, and diuretics, and so much more. What a production Dave’s show has become!! At the back of the stage people were either pumping up, waiting to get a final spray tan coat, oiling up, adjusting their suits, or calming their nerves by sharing stories about their family, diet, workouts, etc. I met some old friends from prior shows and made new ones. I met another vegan there too! It was his first show, and I hope he gets hooked. We need more herbivores gracing the stage.

The morning portion of this event went well, and I felt like I held up fairly well against some amazing competition. These guys were big and ripped! I entered four divisions (open bodybuilding, masters bodybuilding 35+years, open physique, and masters physique), so it was a really long morning turned afternoon. Ready for some food and a nap after all that business, Christy and I went for Thai food. We had spring rolls and vegetable stir-fries. I was already dehydrated, so was not too concerned about losing my conditioning from salt intake.

After a great nap, it was time to get ready for the night portion of the show. This is the time when the bodybuilders get to do their posing routines to a 60-90 second song of their choosing. We also get to find out how the judges placed us. I was happy to end up getting second place in the masters bodybuilding as well as third in masters physique. Not too shabby for a 44-year-old.

I was happy with my conditioning at the Shredder but wanted to take it even further for the Drop Zone showdown two weeks later. I cranked out some extra cardio and tightened down on the diet even further, getting to around 3.5 percent body fat. This show was a WNBF qualifier, so a pro card was going to go to the winner of each category. The Drop Zone was in Sugar Land Texas, about three hours out of Austin, so we had a hotel to stay in, and a smaller venue with fewer competitors made for a much more relaxed feel. I ended up with second place in masters body building and second in physique. Good placing, but no pro card.

I am now just five days away from taking the stage at the Naturally Fit bodybuilding show. It’s right in my town in a huge auditorium (Palmer Events Center). I was offered and gratefully accepted a place on the “Plant Built” team, where 15-20 vegan athletes will grace the stage in record numbers. It will be awesome to show what a herd of herbivore beef looks like!!

This is probably going to be the final show of the year before I start ultra marathon training again and concentrate on creating my new sport, the Power Marathon. This will be a sanctioned power lifting meet directly followed by a full marathon. Power, endurance, and a will of iron will be needed to excel at this.

 

back stage at the Shredder with two members of my gym who also placed well in their categories

Back stage at the “Shredder Classic” with two members of my gym who also placed well in their categories

 

Flashing my pearly whites in the physique division.

Flashing my pearly whites in the physique division.