AIMP Tucson

Our coach, Chris Hauth hosted a great Tucson training camp over the President's Day weekend. Killer training grounds down here and no shortage of border patrol!

Tucson AIMP
Thursday:
4000y swim @ Oro Valley Aquatic Center
62mi ride, Oracle Out and Back around the Globe Business Loop
2.75mi tempo transition run, Rudasill, up 1st to Orange Grove and back
Friday:
4000y swim @ Oro
70mi ride, Kitt's Peak 12mile climb from the desert floor up to 6750ft
3.5mi transition run, south Oracle, east on River, around Stone Loop and back up.
Saturday:
14mi Rilito River Run (heading east). last 5miles focused on driving knees forward, relaxed shoulders, hands pointing the way. "Don't slow down"
5000y swim at Oro
40mi ride up Mt Lemmon with Fried
Sunday:
92mi Patagonia Ride
Totals:
13000y swimming
264mi riding
20.25mi running


Blanco

Location:E Los Reales Rd,Tucson,United States

Epilogue

All good things take time...

Its now 5 days since epic camp finished and I am finally writing my epilogue. Not to be confused as slack, just that real life has hit me with a bang since getting home. New jobs for me and Ingrid, starting Zac in daycare - and picking him up mid morning when he has lost the plot, filling out oodles of paperwork, setting up home office, r-discovering the 24hr/day joys of being a Dad - oh and bugger all training.

For the 15 days I was on Epic Camp, I truly thought about very little else. Sure I missed my family, but other things like work, bills, household chores and the other million and one things that occupy your mind on a daily basis just fade away. That is definitely the beauty of it. Writing today, I realise now, will be a very different view from what i might have said on the flight home. Being able to focus solely on training was a privilege and an insight into the lives of a very select few. Whereas the full timers and pros on the camp no doubt went back to a recovery week, followed by more of the same, I returned to my life. Do I wish it were different. Interestingly, no. I love training. I love the way it makes me feel, I love the way it makes me look and I love being outside. But I also love my job, my family and my life. One of the things I thought about a bit as people would argue the finer points of a KOM or aquathon challenge was that it is a very selfish way of life. Not that I am a socialist - in fact far from it, but every now and then I get the chance to make a difference in someones life - even saving a few in the process. I think I would miss that as a fulltime athlete.

Epic camp certainly challenged me as an athlete. It was no secret I was fairly conservative over the two weeks. Could I have pushed the limits a bit more. Absolutely, but the risk was always fear of not completing! Would I do it differently next time. Yes. Now I know I can complete it, I would like to challenge myself. I am never going to compete for the yellow jersey, or even the red one, but I could lay it on the line a few more times. One thing I would change if I did it again was my prep. having done an IM in the First week of December, I had two weeks of taper into that, followed by 4 weeks after a disappointing race with very little structured training in it. A small part of that was the depressed mindset I developed after Busso but largely it was due to us moving when we got back and the resulting commuting I needed to do - with little opportunity to train. That saw me arrive at Epic camp with 6 weeks of no real training or long rides behind me - not a good thing. Ideally Epic camp IMHO would be preceeded by a decent base period with a good 6 weeks of long riding and running with maybe a rest week before camp. I think that would see me firing from the start a lot better.

What have I gained from Epic camp;

1) 2.5KG - I had hoped to lose weight, instead I am pushing 80kg for the first time in nearly a year

2) Some new mates and hopefully a contact or two overseas. It would be great to be at an international race in a couple of years time and see someone I know.

3) Provisional membership of Coyote Racing - pending manning up and doing some real cycle racing.

4) An appreciation of what it means to truly be an elite athlete. As good as Lordy and Petro were, when it came to the crunch - Clas is a world apart!

5) The knowledge that I can train at a higher intensity than I do now. Over the next few years I will be severely time limited - intensity will become my friend (and enemy)

The big question - will I do it again.

The answer is YES. I don't think I would sign up for another NZ camp - esp one of the 8-10 day camps in NZ, whilst a great way to gain fitness, I would constantly compare it to EC10. However John tells me that next year should see a return to France in June/July. I have already discussed it with Ingrid and its provisionally approved. I would like to have a go at Roth next winter and this could be the way to get myself up for it.

If anyone wants to ask me q's about Epic Camp - or what it was like to be a MOP athlete at a high end training camp feel free to contact me - legendontour@gmail.com

RobQ - Wrap and Blog link

I've been back in the UK for a few days now - totally shelled from jetlag and have come down with the inevitable head cold. My head however is still buzzing from 15 days of amazing adventure, ups, downs and every type of emotion in between.

It was a real pleasure to share it with ~35 amazing people in such a beautiful country. An experience that will stay with me for a long time (lets hope the fitness stays for a while too!)

Despite trying to blog in two places everyday - the logisitics got the better of me. I did blog everyday though at my own site. Have a gander at:

http://epictalesfromnz.blogspot.com/

See you at the races!

RobQ

Epic Pro,Mid & Epilogue: a lazy guy's report (finally)

When asked by Johnny pre-camp who wanted to blog throughout the Length of NZ adventure I said yeah, great. Now two days post-camp I finally have the energy and motivation to start typing! So only a summary follows but hopefully I can convey a bit of the emotion of what was one of the most memorable exploits of my lengthy time on this planet. Dot point format to stop me waffling too much . . . yeah, sure it will

- The evening before I flew to NZ to start the adventure I went for a cruisy run along one of the goat tracks by the Yarra river near home in Melbourne, passing by the Abbotsford brewery and sniffing the yeast and hops in the air for the last time for a few weeks. All I was thinking was "what the hell did I get myself into this for?" Last minute nerves I guess, settled by a beer after I got home.

- Rendezvous was in Auckland the next day and I was picked up upon landing by a couple of Kiwi classics named 'Turps' and 'Dwanny'. I was keen to head to a pub like the 0ne in the fight scene from the film 'Once were Warriors' and down a long-neck or two, but lacking in both sizeable 'guns' or facial tattoos decided I may not fit in and didn't bother suggesting it to the boys.

- Later that day and the next morning got to meet the other victims as they flew/drove in from all points. A three hour flight from Melb was easy compared to some of the guys who came from as far as UK and Sweden. A reminder though of what a special experience this was going to be, given the lengths (literally) people were going to be part of Epic Camp Length of NZ. There was a variety of ages, sexes (well, two) and nationalities, but really we were all the same - crazy endurance junkies who's idea of a good holiday is swimming 27kms, biking 2300kms and running 107kms down an entire country. I felt at home with the team immediately.

- Once we got underway the days flew by, although as I'm not the most organised person I struggled for a few days with the daily routine: get up, get dressed, pack bags, eat breakfast, brush teeth, prepare digestive system for more food (AKA doing some paperwork, laying some cable, etc. etc.) This meant I was leaving each morning with the late group, or A-grade/scratch bunch as it was called. A bit of a laugh as I knew I was lacking the class of the top athletes on the camp (professional triathletes, Hawaii Ironman and Ultraman champions, national Ironman record holders) but I love a challenge and was not scared about being dropped and riding alone - especially as the support crew provided awesome back up.

- By the end of the first week and heading to Wellington to complete the North Island leg of the trip, we were all getting in a groove with the routine. After being very conservative in my efforts for the first few days due to a horror run of illness leading up the camp (thanks for the solid advice Johnno, Scott and Gordo), I really felt my strength and fitness build. This is not what I expected - I had only done a couple of BIG training days back-to-back in the twelve years I've been training for triathlon. Now I was into day eight of big training which was a whole new frontier for me and surprisingly the body was holding up well. This was the main attraction of this trip - an experiment as to how I would cope physically (and emotionally) with such a massive training volume for 15 days straight. I have had some modest success as an amateur triathlete by training 'smart', focussing on technique and strength in order to minimise training volume. Two reasons for this: 1/ I have had a lot of lower leg injuries so don't like to run much, and 2/ I, like most Age Groupers, struggle to balance Ironman training with a full-time job which demands a high degree of focus. So what better environment to test myself with 'epic' volume than surrounded by some of the most experienced people in the world when it comes to big volume training - and that includes the other campers.

- The ferry crossing from Nth to Sth Islands was a welcome relief for all, one thing Epic wasn't providing (apart from mercy) was much time to chill. I reckon most of my 'chilling' was done in the saddle, although not when I was doing my best to hang onto Lordy's wheel being brought back to the group more than once (thanks again buddy) or sitting on the rivet to get to the day's lunch stop with the scratch bunch. PO'B was talking up the 'classic ferry pies' prior to the crossing - apparently a meat pie served in pea soup (also an Adelaide delicacy known in Oz as a 'pie floater'). Only disappointment of the trip was there was none to be had - Pete was maybe recalling a ferry trip in the '50's (-;

- Generally, the riding in both islands of NZ was awesome, nearly every day had a big variety of terrain and some classic climbs and descents. A big thumbs up to Johnno for selecting the route. An interesting dynamic formed during the trip where two divisions formed: the fast climbers and the fast descenders. Scotty was probably the one guy who had a foot in each group but generally there was a distinct separation. This was a good thing for keeping bunches together, for someone like me who is a bit of a slug up hills I usually had an opportunity to catch up down the other side. And for some reason, the camber and consistency of the bends in NZ roads are perfect for fast, safe bombing. In Oz, you never know when a road is going to tighten mid turn and off-camber bends are all too common. In NZ it was lots of fun.

- I am a real advocate for stretching and massage for maximising recovery and I'm sure a big reason for being able to hold the body together for 15 days was nightly stretching of my problem areas (ITBs, calfs, quads, hammys, the list goes on) and the excellent standard of massage therapists we had on the trip. Russel, Suzie and Janet were top class and really were a major component of me getting stronger as the camp progressed. A sincere thanks guys.

- It was great sharing this experience with a cross-section of nationalities. I am probably a bit more aware of the cultural differences being a Brit who has lived in Oz for 42 years (with a dad from Mooroopna and a mum from London) but what was really reinforced during the camp was that no matter where we came from or what we did for a living we were very, very similar - or we wouldn't be here doing this stuff! And no matter where you came from, the Steinlagers were very popular post-ride. What a sponsorship coup!!!

- So we all made it to Bluff, way down south (except for you Randy, hope everything is ok, we all gave a thought to you when it was over). Epic LONZ gave me a small taste of what it must be to ride in a grand tour like the Tour de France. Backing up day after day, eating all meals with your team, trying to shove in as many calories as possible to fuel the next stage, releasing your frustrations to the masseur, it felt like I was in the movie 'Overcoming'. And definitely the highlight was the final stage with a relaxed atmosphere the whole 185kms to Bluff, just like the run into the Champs-Élysées but without the frenetic build up to the final sprint. We also got champagne - just had to wait till we got off the bikes though. I think Johnno was worried about a mass pile-up if the glasses were handed around as we rode (-;

But in reality those protour cyclists are all a bit soft - I am yet to see any get up early for a pre-stage 3km swim or jump of the bike after 7 hours and throw on the run shorts and shoes for some bonus points . . .

Peace and respect

Hilly

Epic Camp NZ 2010 Epilogue Tara

Epilogue

I am now back home in Toronto and am pretty wiped! Not only did I cycle the length of New Zealand (like that isn't enough), and bike and run some, but I have also just had 30 hours of travel, an 18 hour time change to deal with and a full day of massage clients my first day back! Phew!

It is hard to believe it is all over. It is strange to go from such huge intensity to recovery but important so our bodies can benefit from all the mileage in a positive way. It is amazing to think back to the 15 days of experiences and "good times" we all shared together.

I feel lucky because I plan to coach EPIC WOMAN in Arizona in April (10-17), hopefully with Scott too so I get to do it all over again in a few months. I hope that the interest from other strong female campers will be there and we can make this dream come true. Let me know if you are interested!

Here are some of my thoughts that come to mind post Epic:

Epic is a great place to meet new and reunite with amazing friends.

Epic Camp week is a great time to learn from others.

Epic is a great way to train with like-minded crazies who help you to push your limits to a whole new level.

Epic Camp is unique in that you can focus solely on eating, sleeping and training.

When you think you can't do it, you can and will.

It is important to know your body and listen to it to prevent injury.

NZ is an beautiful country but has a lot of chip seal/bumpy roads.

NZ can be hot, cold, and wet and windy. Don't forget booties and options for all weather conditions! Don't forget to put on your sunscreen.

You will never go hungry at Epic. You will probably gain weight!

At Epic you will see some great competition and impressive results from great athletes.

I will be surprised if I don't have any cavities at the dentist next week from eating so many jelly beans.

Epic support crew rock. Epic wouldn't be possible without them and words can't express just how amazing they were!

I can't wait to see the movie about Epic Camp New Zealand 2010 by Stormy Dog Productions!!

It will be hard to top the feeling of accomplishment from cycling the length of NZ in 15 days!

Scott Molina, my coach, has so much experience and stories to share, keeps me laughing, and is one hell of an athlete!

Gordo is also a wealth of information and offers deep insight that makes you think. He can also find that one last surge and finish strong even when he says he is a 20min hard effort away from complete collapse!

Johnny N has the best organization and leadership skills of anyone I know! He sure can climb too.

Steven Lord isn't human - not only has he won 3 for 3 yellow jerseys but he does so with a smile on his face at all times, no matter what!

Jo C is a fighter and is going to kick butt in her first year racing as a pro.

Clas is the strongest climber I have ever seen. And to think running is his strength!!!!!

Petro is so determined that when he decides to go for something, never gives up.

Dave C is one strong dude with no body fat. Despite running a million miles every day, he was still strong on the bike and able to pull day after day after day.

Dave L and Charlsey are my protectors. They are both very thoughtful and amazing athletes!

Pete made me work hard on the KOMs and gives a good massage!

Rob H has the steadiest wheel! He looks like a roadie.

Rob Q drinks a lot of coke :) and seemed to get stronger as the camp progressed - I can't wait to see his result at IM Lanzarote.

Russ has a great hairdo and swam 6K for the first time at Epic (he has done three)!

Douglas is one of the greatest and funniest guys I know. He makes me laugh and you would never know the speedster is going to turn 50!

Big E is just a little guy (not!). He sure can climb on BOTH the bike (with broken cranks to boot) AND on the run despite being 6 feet 8 inches tall!

Rip would take the shirt off his back for you because he is a great guy and he finished Epic strong once he learned how the game worked and got rid of his aero wheels that were a bit challenging in the winds of NZ.

Daniel can descend at a sick pace and pull you up to a pack when you need a bridge!

Roger is tough and may have the best strength to weight ratio!

Lee knows his limits but when he wants to, can give it to you!

Nick showed us his power with his million watt reading.

Blanco is one fit dude with great bike mechanic skills and protects Jordan sweetly and impressively.

Jordan never gives up! Love it!

Randy, we missed you!

THANKS FELLOW EPIC-ers for the great memories!
Tara

Tour of NZ 2010 Epic Epi-logue

Tour of NZ 2010 Epic Epilogue:

The start of this trip seemed like ages ago. I often have thought that life at Epic Camp comes to a standstill….slowwww….motion! Things that you did just that morning seem like a lifetime ago. Things that were a week ago, you can hardly remember. Some lasting memories I will have of this trip are the following:

Pre-Camp: Auckland. Hanging with the Ripster. Staying up to see the New Years fireworks over the tower with some folks I will be spending a lot of time with over the coming weeks.

Day 1 Triathlon. Run-Bike-Swim-Cramp. Running to lands end and feeling the race beginning as everyone hurried up the hill to run 15k NOT for time. Racing 10k flat out (FOR TIME) on not very gentle (not) Kiwi rollers….a total ass kicker of a 10k in just about 44 minutes!
-Getting clipped at the ankle running downhill by Blanco, almost laying it out HARD Pete Rose style in the first 15 miles of the camp.
-Cramping simultaneously with Gordo pushing off the wall with 200m to go in 1500m pool swim race at the end of the day. Never cramped so bad anywhere anytime.

Day 2 Mega swim day to put me in the red jersey. 6k swim with 200 fly, 3000 IM continuous and 1000 band only.

Day 3 total shutdown/detonation. It has happened before and the body did the same again. The 20 minute stand-down Gordo ordered when I was barely able to get 200 watts through the legs. I was a quivering shaking pool of a mess. The quote from the cashier at grocery to Gordo, ‘you look a heck of a lot better than your mate!’

Day 4 Gear trouble begins. Final 30k with two gears one being a 12. Riding in broken with Douglas and Big E.

Day 5 Broken. First 90k with two gears stuck in my 15 and big chaining. The absolute low of any day 5 epic camps, and I have had some pretty low day 5s. I was prepared for it to be bad but the gear issues over two days had me completely demoralized.

Cheeseburgers at Burger King with Gordo, two cheeseburger runs in one day had me feeling a lot better.

Day 6 Rolling out in miserable rain and only 6 of us did optional tack-on doing KOM up to Whakapapa hill where it turned more pleasant and nice.

Day 7 10 x 200s on 2:45 on the G-Lordy train in the pool. Winning the cheeseburger bet with Molina for making the 200s set. Feeling a little more normal with no racing and stopping for coffee and rolling in with Steady Wheel Rob Hill. Eating Pizza Hut pizza with Molina in the hotel room.

Day 8 Gail Force wind warnings with KOM up a nasty climb outside of Wellington. Riding back into civilization, Wellington, and having a great night’s sleep in a big comfy hotel bed!

Day 9 Waffles for breakfast!! Ferry Ride and a legit rest day. Felt almost normal for a day.

Day 10 Going Nordic. I absolutely drilled myself to the base of the climb on the Lordster train. Was torched through rest of the climb having to sprint at the top to get by Jo (average HR 177 for 19 minutes) feeling like an absolutely worked mess for the next 100k of the ride. NAP. Running up to Seal Colony lookout point with G.

Wheezing in bed all night (Dr. Nic telling me I am f'cked) from the hard effort on the bike thinking I was about to be sick and ruined for the rest of the camp.

Day 11 Biggest day Ever. 4k run/3k swimming/181k biking/25k running. Running circles in the park in Christchurch with Lordy, getting lost and having to call for directions. John Ellis and Bevan saw me running aimlessly lost.

Day 12 25k Godley Head Trail run on Molina’s home course. Beautiful stunning scenery. Riding in driving rain with Southerlies in our face all day. Getting off bike and heading out for 6k swim…Tara espress-swim train, and then wandering 3k back through town eating Subway all night in bed.

Day 13 Swimming 6k straight and first 3k with running shorts on and lost and found kids goggles. Timed 400 IM in 6:05 after swimming 3k with paddles and running shorts. Swimming 12k in less than 12 hours!

Day 14 Completely torched for first 50k of the day leading up to KOM….thinking I was going to be dead last in KOM and Aquathon and losing the red jersey on the final day of competition. Nice cruising ride after doing ok in KOM…rallied once the gun went off. Game time I was on!

Day 15 Final day riding into Bluff seeing the end of the country. Riding up to the top of Bluff Hill 18-25 percent grades. Photos with the Epic crew at the tip, and then running back up to the top of Bluff Hill. Jo carrying her bike up. Running down with G laughing (fatigue intoxication) all the way back down what we biked up!!!



Epic Camp. No other experience out there comes close…even Ironman. It seems a lot simpler on paper, and riding intensity is so much higher than expected unless you are a 4:30 IM biker.

Comment by Jeff who commented on my blog….
There's three times in a man's life when he has a right to yell at the moon: when he marries, when his children come, and... and when he finishes a job he had to be crazy to start". Red River (1948)

Once I obtained the red jersey, this quote summarizes my thoughts. I was losing it on many occasions, and yelling at the moon is rather appropriate. A memory (s) for a lifetime….

Thanks to all for helping me get through (so many of you played a BIG role to get me through a very mental/physical challenge for me!). A special thanks to the G-man for keeping a close eye on me!

BTW, I stepped on the scale getting off the plane at home. Weighed in at 181 lbs…9 lbs heavier than when I stepped onto the plane pre-camp. It must be muscle mass! ;)

Train safe and be well….cheers!!

Day 15, Heading to Bluff--Last Day of Living the Dream

January 17, 2010 Day 15, Heading to Bluff—Last Day of Living the Dream

Today was no different than any other, other than I have the routine down pat now! Finally after 15 days of packing, gearing up, eating breakfast, sun-screening up, filling bottles, pockets with food, and being ready to roll out ON TIME or be left behind, it was routine. A routine which now seems normal and I savored it knowing that it will be coming to an end. Our group was ready to roll 15 minutes early as nobody wanted to be left behind, and I thought I might have messed up the roll time, but I was ready to go with a few minutes to spare. I rarely was much earlier than that, on any given day as I would always have another bite to eat if time permitted.

We had our nice leisurely rollout, and as always the first 1 hour was hard on me. Gordo joked it is because of the 6 pancakes I had for breakfast, and 4 pieces of Nutella on toast. I just think it is the old diesel engine takes a while to get going. After an hour we started hitting some rollers and from 50k-100k we were going to hit some big rollers. I took a flyer off the front to ride at my own tempo after being dropped on the first big climb. E and I bridged back up at 40k plus an hour, and I told him to jump on as I ramped up for the pass…the all too fun Epic Camp ‘fly-by’. He was yelling he could not burn those matches that early on, but I like the game of burning matches on the very edge, and at 1 hour into it I pegged it at 280-300 watts for the next rolling section of 10k up to the first drink stop. I like to test myself at these camps and pushing it out of my comfort zone or the comfort of the group is one of the games I play with myself. After 110 hour s of training, it might not be the most prudent of decisions, but I have a whole heck of a lot of time to recover, and if I don’t try, then I won’t know. So I hit it steady up to the second big climb and rolled up nice and easy to the first stop and waited. Everyone came up shortly, and we all rolled out together. It might have been a mistake, as I should have banked my hard earned gap, and kept it rolling and let everyone catch me on the next few set of climbs, but I rolled out the back on the hills rather quickly and proceeded to enjoy a most leisurely ride on my own. The next 50k went by quick, as I listened to the nature around me through the beautiful Kiwi rollers. The sun was shining now, and the temperature was rising. It was actually one of the few times, I could actually just ride, and not worry about completing anything in any specific time, and there was no rush for anything. I just rode…

I rolled up to the next drink stop to see Eric and Rip, and thought cool. I had my buddy’s that I started with the trip to ride with at the end of the trip, and we all rolled out together. After nearly 50k of just cruising, E and I started ramping it up. Rip was gone, and it was good to ride with my buddy Eric as we have not done much of that this trip. It felt like any other thousands of miles we have ridden together, but today, we were both feeling pretty solid at the same time. Plus we had gentle flats with small risers, and one heck of a tail-wind. We started rolled about 50k an hour as I did the math thinking lunch would be there in about 45 minutes. We hit it harder making it up some solid ground QUICKLY. We rode well together, and upon approaching a group of riders, I decided we needed to do the classic Epic fly by. I play by the ‘Claus-rules’ now, and that if you leave early before the scheduled daily roll-out, you get ‘No Mercy’. It is just one of those unwritten rules at Epic that I think folks figure out over time. Plus there is virtually no mercy at any point in camp anyway; this is just one of those things. As I ramped up to 400 watts, we approached fast, and I was waiting for the look back and jump on but it never came. Over the years, if I had fast guys behind me, that is one train I always looked for, especially Zoolander Jonas Colting, or Claus.

We kept rolling hard into lunch to regroup for our final 50k roll in to Bluff. Apparently we had made up a lot of ground with that last solid session of riding. With another 50k of rather solid tailwinds it was easy street from here on out. We all made great time together. It was a perfect way to the end the camp, essentially 100k of solid tailwinds, nice sunny skies, and our group really riding friendly together. I have enjoyed this camp immensely with some of the greatest folks to train with. I enjoyed playing the game in the end although I might have hated it along the way, and I had pushed myself beyond anything I though ever possible!

We rolled into Bluff, and a few of us took the one last challenge of the camp, to ride up Bluff Hill upon Molina’s insistence. I was willing to try and it was a blast. 18-25 percent grades after 115 hours of quad pounding training, I made it to the top. Douglas went head over backwards when he did a wheelie at the steepest part of the turn, and I just could not muster the power to get up without a short little walk. But at the top we all took amazing pictures and congratulated each other, to enjoy the scorcher downhill back to regroup. We then rode the final couple Ks to the end of the country. Taking some more great shots and a congratulatory bottle of bubbly we had but one more challenge…..running to lands end around the corner on a track. It started out along the ocean, but quickly started heading up, up, and up. It was not long before I realized we were going back up to the top of Bluff hill yet AGAIN, and this time on foot. It would not be Epic if we did not have one repeated challenge after another and this was a classic. Run up another 1000 feet after riding up it. It was mostly walking after a while for me, and that was not the tough part. The tough part was going back down. Quad pounding down all the way back into town, and our waiting van ride back to Invercargill.

We all did our final packing of our bikes and gear and met up for our final celebration dinner, where we scarfed down our final great meal together. Then off to the hotel to relive stories and relax and say our goodbyes. I will miss my Epic team-mates, and thanks to all the for the great memories and special thanks to the great crew, Dave Dwan, and the founding crazies of Epic, Gordo, Scott, and John. It was a great experience like no other!

190k bike—6 hrs 45 mins
7.5k run—1 hour

TOTALS for camp:
Swim -50k
Bike-2380k/1500 miles
Run-170k/106 miles
Total Hours of camp—116 hours

Until we meet again….Cheers!