I haven’t done an Ultra Post in a while. We pick it up as I get off my bike after the 275 K ride.

Day Two and a half
Part A: Freshly Laid (Recovery Gone Wrong)
Just like the day previous, my preparation for the next day of the Ultra came as soon as I hit the finish line. After some hugs and pictures, and a call to Bruce Wenting in Mission, my crew and I focused on preparing for the 84 kilometre run that loomed ahead on Monday. Job one was to get me off my feet and re hydrated
And although you may think that I would be sick of sugar and caffeine after almost eleven hours out there, I was happy to quickly down a can of Coke. Then things started to go wrong, but how can things go wrong when you are already done the day’s race?
The thing that I failed to do right after getting off my bike was go straight to the massage table sign up sheet. That was a big mistake. The folks that finished their rides after me did that and were able to get their massage right away. I, however had to wait for an hour. This hour had a cascading effect on the rest of the whole event – strange, but true. Here is how it happened.
After an hour of waiting around and wasting away after the ride, having nothing but water, Gatorade, and potato chips to refuel me, I finally made it to the massage table. Although I thoroughly benefited from the massage, it took an hour. My crew and I were the last people to leave the finish line area. By this time, it was about two-and-a-half hours since I finished the bike and that refueling window was slammed shut.
Day Three: Part A – The Last Supper
Despite having a great massage and a supportive crew around me, I was pissed off and feeling hopeless. To compound my foul mood, my left knee was killing me. I thought to myself there was no way I would be in any shape to take on my very first double marathon that was about to begin in about eleven hours. After some confused and spirited discussions among my crew members, there was finally a decision about where we could eat. Food was going to happen, eventually.
The nice thing about Princeton is that it is a pretty small town and finding the place we were going to eat at was very easy. That was a blessing, and so was the amazingly quick service that we received at the Princeton Grill and Bar. The problem was however, that I wasn’t really hungry.
As you can see here,
I sat in a zombified state watching people eating and drinking and talking around me as I dreaded the next 24 hours of my life.
To end off the night at the Grill and Bar, we all shared a piece of cake to celebrate my brother’s birthday. While we were starting to sing Happy Birthday to him, Steve King, Steve Brown, along with their friends and family all joined in. How could you not be happy after something like that? Unfortunately, I rose to the occasion. I stumbled out of the bar and into Kevin Watt’s truck mired in a sea of self-pity and fear. I was pretty quiet on my ride back to the motel.



It seemed to work wonders for me and although that whole stop (just before the WALL in Okanagan Falls) took me about ten minutes, I think it was time well spent. In retrospect, looking at this picture makes me respect my competitors even more, and here’s why. Although every person doing the race had a crew to help them through the event, I was truly blessed to have the support that I had. I had an official crew of four, plus on this day I had an additional five people for emotional support.
I’m quite sure that I had the best support out of all the racers out there.
toughen up!
. That’s it. A field of 14. Doing an event over such a long period of time with so few participants was very different than doing an Ironman when you are competing against somewhere between one and two thousand people. The vibe at the event was very much a laid back one. The most obvious example was shortly after this picture was taken at the start of the swim. With such a small field and such a long race, there was no fighting, punching, kicking, or biting, for the first 300 metres of the swim to jostle for position. In fact, drafting on the swim was not even allowed. The start of the swim instead was just a gentle roll out with my kayaker and myself taking a deep breath and heading out for some distant mark on the smoky horizon. 
After finishing the swim, there was still 150 K of biking to do before US got to the real finish line for the day. More on that part later.
Over the next week or so, Fitspeek will be primarily text and pictures. Fitspeek was designed to be a more permanent place than Facebook to post observations from my racing, training, and interactions with people in the endurance sports community. We start with the picture above. If you didn’t know it, you may think that this was some sort of cult indoctrination ritual. It sort of was and I bought into it 100%.
Back in the day, when these events used to have a carbo – loading dinner the tone was often like this picture. Whose is bigger, faster, longer, stronger? It gave the athletes (primarily male) a chance to let all the other athletes know (before there was Strava and Facebook) just how good their equipment was and how much they were training. Talk about Power V’s and Deep HEDs and 25 hour taper weeks were table fodder.
. Steve Brown has really crafted a family like (dare I say cult like) vibe. With only 12 other participants, there is no opportunity to be some anonymous blow hard big shot, which I sometimes am at triathlon socials. I did not see one “I raced at Kona, so look at me you poor mortals and despair” t-shirts. Instead, what I saw, heard, and participated in were just a bunch of genuine conversations about why people decided to sign up for the Ultra, some advice giving from those who had done it before, and talk about their home country (there are quite a few non-Canadians doing the race). Not once did I hear a reference to an 11/58 fixie that dude rode all winter for base training! Just like a group of junkies chatting to each other about their favourite way to rig up, by being with a group of peers who had done eight hour bike rides and four hour treadmill runs seemed to normalize or validate my experiences of the past months.
For the next few days I’ll be bringing my Ultraman Blog off of the back page and onto the front. As you may have heard or read, this is the weekend that I am doing the Ultraman 520 in the Penticton area. It’s a 3 day event that has a 10 K swim and 150 K swim on day one, a 270 K bike on day two, and an 84 K run on day three. We are in Penticton right now to do all of the prep. stuff that is required. Today we go shopping for supplies! We also get a chance to pick up the race package and meet all the folks (maybe a dozen) who are doing the event. Yesterday, Elise and I finally got a chance to see the run course. For me it is going to be so much more than a run course. It will be a walk, and maybe at times a crawl course. The stretch from km about 55-70 I suspect will be especially challenging. That is because at that point I will have been on the course for about eight hours and I suspect I will be pretty tired by then. There is a lot of up and downhill during that part of the course, so I’ll have to make sure that my pacing and nutrition are good. Of course in order to be able to get the opportunity to run/walk, I have some work to do on Saturday and Sunday. Keep checking in over the next few days, this could be quite the freak show!
At Fitspeek, one of our goals is to blend the spheres of fitness and leisure. We think that the folks at Parallel Yoga & Raven’s Brewing have it right. On Tuesday August 8, Kara Colemen will be leading a one-hour yoga session at Raven’s Brewing.
Our most ambitious podcast to date, Fitspeek Sixteen is here. To help you navigate this one a table of contents is in order.
and to the velodrome for some “real speed” over the winter months, Phoenix Velo’s Galen Keller has done many things on the bike, most of them quite well. In this Fitspeek Express interview we get to know the man behind the smile and those intimidating calves! Find out about his motivations, training secrets, and more by pressing play below