Just a guy who found exercise late in life. I absolutely LOVE running and CrossFit. But, you'll only have to be around me for a few minutes to figure that out.

Going to be posting some content to YouTube each week as part of the #GoalGetter contest being held by Lift Heavy Run Long. I’ll also make sure to post them here, for anyone that wants to track my progress.

Until next time, may your runs be long, and your pint glass stay full!

As do most of you probably do/have, I’ve spent the last few weeks reflecting on 2015, and thinking about what I want to accomplish in 2016. Revisiting my list from the start of 2015, there are a few items that will be carried over (like turn my keg into a 6-pack), and there are some new things to add to the list. But this post isn’t so much about new year’s resolutions as it is about choices I’m making for 2016 that go against some things I’ve previously mentioned.

It’s a pet peeve of mine when people say “I didn’t have time.” The truth is we all have the same amount of time, we just prioritize our time differently. So it’s not that you didn’t have time, it’s that you didn’t prioritize whatever thing you’re being asked about above other things to make it happen. Don’t have time to train? You’re not making it a priority. Which is OK. I’m not judging you for making that decision. I just want you to be honest with yourself (and me) about why it didn’t happen.


So, I’ve decided after much contemplation that I’m going to skip training/racing in triathlons in 2016. It’s a HUGE time commitment to train for triathlons. It’s an even bigger money commitment. Races, bike gear, swimming gear, running gear, etc. It adds up, and it adds up fast. I REALLY REALLY LOVED triathlons, and will return to it (hopefully in 2017), but being honest, I just don’t want to commit the time it requires to be a multi-sport athlete in 2016. At the peak of my training for the Half Ironman, I was training 25+ hours each week. My wife and I have plans on moving in 2016 (we’ll still be in Memphis, don’t worry!). I’d also like to take her on AT LEAST ONE vacation that isn’t centered around some race or another that I’m doing. I will continue to CrossFit, and run. My plan is to continue with the trail races I already had planned, and then switch to road racing in May, leading up to hopefully running the St Jude Marathon in Memphis in December and being well trained and ready to run my best marathon yet. I will continue to ride, and I will continue to swim. I just don’t want to HAVE to train those disciplines. If I decide not to do a weekend long ride, or skip a swim workout, no biggie! Swimming and cycling are going to be a MUCH lower priority for me than I had originally planned in 2016.

I’m looking forward to the lower volume of training, and the “free” time it will create to spend more time with my wife, family, and friends.

Hope everyone has a Happy New Year, and I’ll see you on the trails!

I’ve only been truly actively exercising for a little over 5 years now, and in all the training I’ve logged, I can tell you without a doubt that having someone to train with has been the key to my completing the assigned training. I don’t think I’ve ever intentionally skipped a workout where someone was willing to meet up with me. How many workouts have I skipped that I was doing on my own? Too many to count. Without someone there it’s just easier to nix the workout and decide you can make it up another day.

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Depending on the event I was training for, and whether a friend was training for the same thing, my training primary training partner has changed from time to time. But I’ve always had one, and I realize this is likely the single biggest reason I’ve seen the success in completing the different events that I’ve done.

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The training partners I’ve had haven’t always been the same speed as me either. Sometimes they were faster, sometimes they were slower. Sometimes we run side-by-side, other time we’re doing the same run but at our own pace. Somehow for me, even when I wasn’t right next to my training partner knowing that they were out there suffering through the same miserable workout that I was made it easier for me to get through it.

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It’s also about accountability… Like I mentioned early, I can’t even begin to count the number of workouts I skipped where I was doing the workout on my own. But when someone was meeting me? I can’t remember ever missing one of those workouts. Having someone to call you a day or two before, and make sure you’re still planning on making it. Some days you’re into it, some days you aren’t. That’s OK, and that’s to be expected. But having a training partner ensures that when you’re having a bad day/week, they’ll drag you out there anyway. And when they’re having a bad day/week, you drag them out there.

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Sometimes the good/bad parts can happen DURING the workout. One of my best friends, Scott Smith, and I used to run together EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND, almost without fail. Life has gotten in the way, and injuries and other stuff have kept us from continuing that pattern. But when we did run together, he typically felt good at the beginning of the run, when I was hating life. It never failed, we’d get started, and within a mile or two, I’d be having thoughts in my head of quitting. But because Scott was out there with me, I pushed through, and kept going. Later in the run, I’d be feeling really good, and he’d be having the thoughts of wanting to quit. But because I was out there with him, he pushed through, and would finish the workout.

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I’ve been lucky in being able to find training partners. My current training partner, Brad Montgomery, does long rides and long runs with me on the weekend. It’s typically not a matter of IF we are doing something, but what time are we starting, and where are we going. He has only ever done running races, but he’s up for doing the training rides with me that I needed to do while training for my next triathlon.

What if my friends aren’t interested in training with me?

Don’t have any existing friends that are into the same things you’re into? I’d bet there’s a local group you can find to run with. Join them for group runs, and you’ll make a couple of friends that you can meet up with at other times when a group run isn’t available. I just can’t stress enough how much it will improve your likelihood of success for whatever event or goal you’re training for.

Good luck, and if you live in the Memphis area and need a training buddy, hit me up on Twitter (@thirstyrunner), and I’ll join you if I can!

I finally feel like I’ve recovered from Ironman 70.3 Austin, and have started back to training. I’m going to CrossFit Chickasaw a couple of time a week, and I’m back to running/riding on the weekends. So what’s next? What grand stupid things do I have planned to torture my body in 2016?

Trail Racing

I’ve been running for a little over 5 years now, and after getting beyond the initial suck of running, I think I fell in love with it because of being outdoors. My parents loved to camp, and as a kid I went with them. I used to like camping so much I’d set up a tent in the back yard during the summer so I could sleep outside. When I discovered trail running, I found my Zen/Heaven. My body disagrees more often than not, but get me onto a wooded trail, and I could just keep on going forever. I get lost in my thoughts, enjoying the sounds of the woods around me, the birds, and any other wildlife that is nearby.

So, it’s back to trail running, and racing for me until mid-March.

Swampstomper 50K

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My first 50K, and still my favorite, I’ll be returning to the Swampstomper 50K at Shelby Forest in Millington, TN in January 2016. For those that have never run this race, I believe it to be a typical trail race, with the exception of the knotted roots and tree stumps that liter the course, oh and then there’s the red loop. The red loop is 3ish miles of hell in the middle of the out and back route 25K runners take once, and 50K runners do twice. That’s right, doing the Red loop once isn’t enough torture, so around mile 18 you’ll see it again, and it’s even less friendly the second time.

Syalmore 25K


I have never done the Sylamore race before, but have MANY friends who have and love this race. I’m joining a decent sized group of Lift Heavy Run Long athletes that will make the trek to West Arkansas. There is also a 50K option at this race, but I figured I’ll have already done a 50K, and have another race two weeks after this one, so no need to kill myself.

Mississippi Trails 50 miler


My first and only 50-miler was at the MS50 race, and this year marks the 20th anniversary of the race, so I’m returning again to see if I can not be the dead last finisher of the 50 mile race. In 2013, I finished the race in 11:51, just 9 minutes shy of the 12-hour cutoff. My primary goal is to complete the race in under 12 hours again, but maybe if my training goes well, I’ll make some secondary goals to push myself and see what I’m really made of.

Traithlon Racing

In April, I’ll go back into triathlon training. I don’t like to not be good at things. I’m not so conceited (or whatever) that I need to be the best, but I don’t like when things get the best of me. As a result, I will continue my path of triathlons until at a minimum I can complete a race and don’t feel completely wiped out, and that I had a good showing at the race. I do have my long-term sights set on completing a full Ironman, but after my less than exceptional showing at Ironman 70.3 Austin, I feel like I will not be ready for that challenge in 2016. That’s OK though, my body has plenty of years left in it, and I don’t think I’ll give up on triathlons any time soon.

Memphis in May Triathlon

My first ever triathlon race was the MIM Olympic Tri in 2015. I barely finished the swim, felt strong on the bike, and was wiped out for the run, but I did it (wait, this sounds familiar). I will return again in 2016 to improve on my previous times. I’m undecided yet whether I’ll do the Sprint, Olympic, or potentially even both races. I’d really like to do the Olympic at a minimum to measure my improvement from the previous year.

Ironman 70.3 Augusta

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I am planning to take my next shot at the Half Ironman distance in Augusta, Georgia in September. I haven’t registered yet for the race ($350 is a LOT of money!), but plan to early in 2016. I plan to train just as hard, if not harder as I did for my last race. The swimming is by far the most difficult leg of a triathlon for me, and I will work on getting as much open water practice as I can to ensure I don’t have any issues at this race.


Beyond That?

We’ll just have to see how I feel after that. If my training is going well, and I’m feeling good, I’d really like to run the St. Jude Marathon in Memphis again, but I won’t do it unless I feel like I can PR. I’d love to do a century ride, and I’ve got a couple I’m looking at, so that may happen in 2016.

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything on the blog. I always have the best of intentions to keep it updated, and life seems to always get in the way. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to write about my most difficult race/accomplishment to date.

Ironman 70.3 Austin

I’ve sat down to write my race report several times in the couple of weeks since the race, and I seem to get stuck at the same point each time. I’m super excited to have completed the 70.3 distance triathlon for the first time, but I struggle to call the day a success. The single biggest reason I can’t call the day successful is because WTC (the company the owns the Ironman brand, and puts on all the official Ironman races) doesn’t consider me a finisher for the race despite the fact that I did indeed cover 70.3 miles (more on that in a minute). I am VERY proud of myself that despite knowing I wouldn’t be a finisher early on, that I continued on and completed the distance anyway. At this point I now have a baseline for improvement for this distance as well. I also love that this distance was so challenging to me, that I’ll definitely do it again until I’m better at it.

There Goes The Routine

I am very much a person of routine and habit when it comes to my pre-race and race day rituals. I think most athletes are this way, and it messes with our mojo if things don’t go as planned/expected. The plans had been in place for travel/pre-race for almost as long as I’ve been training for this race. My wife and I would leave Thursday night, and drive from Memphis to Texarkana. We’d spend the night there, and then at our leisure get up Friday morning and drive the rest of the way to Austin. Little did we know that my wife’s back would start hurting about 10 days before the race, and on Wednesday night before we were to leave, she’d slip and fall, exacerbating the pain in her back. On Thursday afternoon, I took her to the doctor where the said she needed to get an MRI which would be scheduled the following week. She couldn’t sit in a chair for more than a few minutes without being in extreme pain, so there was NO WAY she could make the drive with me to Austin. After some discussion with her, we decided I should make the trip without her to take part in the race.

Instead of leaving Thursday after work, since the wife wasn’t going with me, I decided to hitch a ride with my brother who was also taking part in the race, when he left Friday morning at an all too familiar 4:00am (hello long training rides). We drove straight through to Austin, went to packet pick-up/race expo, and attended one of the mandatory athlete meetings for last minute details on the race.

Day Before The Race

The plan on Saturday was to go swim in the lake first thing in the morning, go for a short run, and then drive the bike course to get a lay of the land. We woke up early to find it pouring outside, so went for our short run around the hotel, and decided we’d hold off swimming and driving the bike course until the rain passed. We got to the lake in the early afternoon and well, the water was so choppy that we nixed the plans altogether for a swim that day. Little did we know this is about how the lake would be on race morning.

Driving the bike course tested my mental ability to NOT LOSE MY SHIT at how hilly the course was. I had done several long training rides with overall ascent equivalent or higher to what the race website said the bike course was, but seeing it took it to a whole different level. Instead of the saying “what goes up must come down”, a more accurate saying for this race was “what goes up, can go up again”.

It’s worth mentioning that in the few weeks prior to the race Austin had been hit by deadly rains and flooding. Many of these roads we were going to be on were back roads that had been partially washed away during the flooding, and were a low priority to the city to fix compared to other higher-populated areas. So regularly we saw pot holes, or if it was on the edge of the pavement, complete sections of the road missing.

We finished out the day watching Notre Dame football, and then walked to the steakhouse across the street from the hotel for an early dinner.

Race Morning

My brother and I thought we’d get to the race fairly early, get everything set up, and then have time to take a nap in the car before we needed to be at the lake for the swim start. El. Oh. El. We couldn’t have been more wrong (or maybe stupid is more appropriate). Our swim wave started at 7:40, we arrived at the race at 5am, and we were moving almost non-stop the whole time. I had managed to do 6,000+ steps before the race had ever started.

Luckily we had (mandatorily) dropped off the bikes the day before at T1. We got out of the car, and rode the bus to take our bike bags to T1, along with a pump to ensure our tires had plenty of air. We setup our bikes, took advantage of the port-a-potties, then took the bus back to our car to get our run bags, and set them up at T2 (I know now how stupid this was, but it seemed like we’d have plenty of time that it wouldn’t be an issue). By this time the line to get on the buses to head back to the lake was super long, but thankfully the race volunteers were giving priority to racers, and spectators just had to wait.

We got back to the lake, and somewhere along the way I had lost my Roctane Gu that was meant as my pre-race fuel (and caffeine boost). I should have just gone and grabbed one of the ones I had taped to my bike, since there would be more available on the course, but didn’t think of that for whatever reason. This was the first mental hurdle for me. Immediately I started having negative thoughts about not being properly fueled going in to the water, and how that would affect my swim. I was able to calm myself after a minute or two, and convince myself it wouldn’t make a difference. That ALL of my swim training was without Gu, so this wouldn’t be any different.

Time to turn in our morning clothes and go get in line for our wave swim start. Then I hit my next mental hurdle. (1) It was 55 degrees out, and I’m wearing a sleeveless 2XU tri top, and knee length Speedos. (2) I’m one of MAYBE 5 people of the 2,500 about to take part in this race that does NOT have on a wetsuit when they announce the lake is about 68 degrees. Once again, the negative thoughts start kicking in. Kicking myself for not having a wet suit just in case. For not buying some throw away morning clothes that I could have worn until right before I got in the water. It took a little longer this time, but I again managed to calm myself down. Standing in the group, it was still chilly, but it wasn’t THAT bad, since others were blocking the wind. I had done all my swim training without a wetsuit, and my training pool is kept in the mid-70s, so 68 won’t be a huge shock.

Swim Start - My spirit animal is the duck

Swimming is by far my weakest sport. I can’t explain the anxiety I get from open water swimming in triathlons. I can and have swam in lakes before. I can swim fine in a pool. But put me in a race situation, with others around, and I experience anxiety like I’ve never felt before… Such is life, it’s time to face this challenge head on.

Each wave got to enter the water until we were all somewhere between waist and neck deep into the lake before they’d give us the go ahead to start our swim. Entering the water timidly, I was pleasantly surprised to realize that 68 degree lake water feels like bath water when you’ve been standing in 55 degree air temps. Well, it felt like bath water for about 30 seconds anyway.

I was SUPER calm waiting on the call to start our swim. I was ready to start this race, and overcome this challenge.

“3… 2… 1… GO!”

I start freestyle swimming, and feeling OK. Someone hits my arm, still OK. Someone smacks my leg, yep I’ll be fine. I decide to switch to a sidestroke for a few seconds to make sure I’m headed in the right direction, and I start getting smacked in the face over and over again with waves… To the point of choking several times.

“OH, CRAP.” I’m not even remotely a bilateral breathing swimmer. When I sidestroke, I’m facing left, ALWAYS. I keep going. I’m trying to catch my breath, and time my breathing in between the waves smacking me in the face. My anxiety just gets worse and worse. Take a look at my watch to see how long I’ve been swimming. “HOW THE HECK CAN IT ONLY BE 3 minutes?!?!?” Ugh… This is going to be a long swim. “Get ahold of yourself, Swanson. You’re NOT about to drown. Just keep swimming.”

Finally I make it to the first buoy, but then I hear my brother calling to me. He’s about 10 yards back holding onto a canoe, and telling me the lake is too rough, and he doesn’t think he can finish. Ugh… Talk about a mental hurdle for both of us. This is my brother, Brad, who is all around a better runner/triathlete than I am. He’s completed a half-iron distance race before. He’s done half a dozen triathlons (all in open water). If HE is having trouble, what hope do I have? “Just keep swimming, Brad. We CAN do this.” I yell out to him. Apparently the young woman in the canoe he was holding onto gave him some similar advice, and said he could just swim from buoy to buoy, and take a break at each one.

So, I kept swimming… from buoy to buoy… taking a short break at each one.

Finally at the first turn! “Just keep swimming”

Another buoy down, then another. “Oh look, the next buoy is the second turn. I’ve got this!”

“Wait, why isn’t this buoy red like the last turn buoy? Why isn’t everyone making the turn? What do you mean there’s two more buoys to go before the turn?!?!?”

I’m pretty sure I’ve single-handedly lowered the lake level by an inch or more because of the amount of water I’ve accidentally drank at this point. (Burp)

Finally on the last stretch of the swim. I keep looking at my watch, and at some point I realize, “I’m not going to finish in the required hour and 10 minute cut off for the swim.” Ugh…

“You could just get into a boat now. What’s the point?”

“Because you didn’t come out here to swim 1.05 miles, Swanson. KEEP MOVING! Make them pull you from this race.”

“OK, Fine.” So I keep swimming. “OF COURSE I’m getting a leg cramp!” I take a break for a sec, and try to relax.

I’m GOING to finish this.”

Finally I can touch the bottom of the lake. I waddle out, trying to find my land legs again. I cross into T1 at 1:20:32 after I started the swim, a full 10 plus minutes slower than I needed to be. I’m seriously just happy that I finished the swim without quitting, and that it’s finally over.

“Wait, where’s the person that’s going to pull me since I time-capped on the swim?”

“So, there just going to let me continue? Maybe I misunderstood the rules?”

“Please, someone pull me from the race?!?!?”

I get to my bike, and realize no one is going to stop me from continuing. “OK, let’s do this then.”

I took my time pulling on my tights and other stuff I’ll be wearing for my ride, catching my breath, and getting mentally ready for the next stage of this race. Out of T1 in 11:02.

Bike Leg - After the swim, how bad could the bike be?

The start of the bike leg is a slight climb out of the arena area we are in, into a steady downhill. Unfortunately the downhill was northeast and into the wind, so really couldn’t take much advantage of it. After a few turns we start our first big climb of the race. The website shows the course elevation at this point MAYBE changing by 50ft. I’d argue that it was AT LEAST twice that. Which doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s early, and I remember all to well how many hills are ahead of me on this course. On the upside after we cleared this hill, except for a few smaller rolling hills, it’s a steady net downhill for the next 10+ miles. I felt good through the first 30 miles or so, averaging somewhere around 16.5MPH which is pretty fast for me. There were definitely some challenges on the course, but they were manageable.

As I mentioned earlier, there were a lot of potholes. One of the recurring issues on the course was in some of the back areas, you’d climb a hill to immediately go down the other side down to a bridge crossing a small creek, with a hill equal to the one you just topped on the other side. The problem being that the bridge going over the creek had so many potholes that the race had assigned volunteers to stand there and ensure we all slowed down.

Yay, fast downhill!”

“Crap, gotta break to not kill myself here.”

“WTF, they took away our speed and now we’ve got to climb a hill?”

Over and over again…

“Embrace the suck!” – A statement I use often in CrossFit before a particularly long or grueling workout, and seemed very appropriate here.

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I had just crested a hill and saw another downhill with small bridge with a ton of potholes on it. There was a volunteer there begging everyone to slow down for their own safety. Another rider comes flying by me, and uses no brakes on the downhill. I decide to follow his lead, and he seemed to find the perfect path through the potholes without breaking. I managed to find the edge of the bridge where at one point there was about a one foot gap of nothing but air… At the last minute, I pulled up on my bike to try and “bunny hop” over this hole, but the back tire SLAMMED into the far side of it, and I got jostled pretty good. I continued on for about 100 yards when I realized another rider was yelling at me that I had lost one of my water bottles. I turned around to go back and get it, and saw the volunteer picking up my bottle and adding it to the 50+ bottles she had already collected. When I stopped to grab it from her, I realized that “shoe cage” on my left pedal had all but fallen off, and was barely hanging there by the strap. (Yes, that’s right, I don’t have clipped shoes/pedals. Yes, I know I’m missing out on power, but my money tree is bare these days.) So I take a minute to try and secure it on the bike so that I can properly reattach it later(after the race), instead of having to replace it completely. Onward I go, to climb the next hill…

I knew things were going all too well

Somewhere around mile 41, I have no explanation for how it happened other than I just zoned out for a minute, but I ended up too close to the edge of the pavement, and slipped off the pavement into the gravel. Unfortunately at the time I was doing over 20MPH… The bike came to a sudden stop, and I flew over the handlebars. I don’t remember all the details of it, but based on scratches and bruising, I must have landed on my hands first and sort of somersaulted to land on my back and slide a few feet.

I get up, trying to figure out what just happened, because it’s all a blur. Look at my hands are see blood all over both of them.

“Ugh, I just crashed.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been through all this to crash on the bike and not finish this race.”

Another rider finally comes by, and asks if I’m OK. “Uh, I just crashed and went over my handlebars.”

“OK, we’ll send someone back for you.”

I start to take inventory… “What hurts?”

My head seems OK, my helmet is still on and did it’s job.

Right shoulder pretty sore, but I’m not using that for anything more than support today, so I’ll just deal with that. Hands… “God, they hurt. Do I have rocks INSIDE my riding gloves? Oh, I tore one of my gloves, that’s how the rocks got in.”

“Am I actively bleeding? No, you’re just scraped up really bad, but you can make a fist and it doesn’t hurt TOO bad.”

The rest of my body, seems unharmed.

“OK, what about your bike?” chain popped off, and my two water bottles are gone, otherwise looks OK. One water bottle is laying about 10 feet behind the bike in a GIANT ant hill, and is already covered by ants. “Y’all can keep that one. I’m good.” The other water bottle is on the other side of the road. While I’m sitting there waiting, I decide to go ahead and get the chain put back on. Everything looks OK.

“I wonder if the bike is able to be ridden?” I test it out, and damn my good fortune, but everything is working fine. I decide instead of sitting there for who knows how long, I’d just go ahead and ride to the next aid station which has to be coming up soon.

By the time I got to the aid station, I had already decided I would continue on with the race. I didn’t want to let a few scrapes and bruises keep me from completing this distance. I had physically and mentally come too far to give up. Of course right before I actually got to the aid station, my quads started severely cramping. I don’t THINK this was a result of the crash, but at the time seemed like an odd coincidence. I came to a complete stop at the aid station, and the volunteers asked me what I needed. I had several pieces of bananas and some of their electrolyte drink they were offering. I knew it wasn’t the Nuun I had been using all day and during my training, but didn’t figure it would bother me too much. After sitting there for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a couple minutes, my cramps had settled down enough that I wanted to push on. I knew the longer I was out there, the more likely I was to quit.

The last 10+ miles was a real grind. The hills got steeper, and longer. The muscle cramps came and went, but stayed longer each time.

Finally I make it back to the arena, and into T2. Time on the bike, 3:50:54, with a snail pace average speed of 14.55mph.

I walk my bike to my spot in T2, and really struggled as to whether I was even going to bother doing the run. This was by far mentally the darkest place I had been in all day. I just couldn’t FATHOM doing a half marathon after all the crap I had already been through. I was thinking about my wife, and how she couldn’t be with me despite wanting to be. How I just wanted to go and be consoled by her, but I couldn’t even talk to her, because my phone was packed away with my pre-race gear.

For those that don’t know, my wife is kind of a bad ass. After years of working out almost every day, and playing various sports, both in high school, and on rec teams, she had to have a hip replacement on her right hip. That was March 2014. At her last physical therapy appointment after her surgery, believing that she was days away from getting back to working out, and doing whatever she wanted, she got a call from her doctor that confirmed they believed she had breast cancer, and needed to have a diagnostic mammogram done. In june 2014 she had surgery, and the months after involved chemotherapy, and radiation. But she KICKED CANCER’S ASS.

So, as I’m standing there in T2, not wanting to continue, I (for not the first time of the day) hear that voice in my head that’s not my own, but my wife’s. “Oh, did you get scratched up and you can’t continue? Poor baby (snicker). Think I had a choice when I was going through my cancer treatments to stop? Do you think I didn’t want to quit? But I didn’t… So tell me again how bad you’ve got it that you can’t go run a freakin’ half marathon, which is such a trivial distance for you Mr. Ultramarathoner…” (Keep in mind, my wife wouldn’t say anything like this to me in real life. But it’s how she talks to me in my inner dialogue) “Suck it up, Buttercup. Get out there and finish this.”

“F@#$ Cancer…I’m never going to live this down if I quit.”

And so I walked out of T2 in 6:21, elapsed race time 5:28:49.

Running – Just. Keep. Moving.

The run course was three loops that started and ended by the arena. The largest cluster of spectators (and cheerleaders) were in the first/last 3/4 of a mile of the loop. So I started “running”, because I couldn’t let all these spectators see me walk. I think I made it exactly 3/4 of a mile AND ONE STEP before I had to stop and walk. My quads were locked up tight, and I just couldn’t figure out how to get them relaxed.

As I’m walking along, I’m trying to come up with a plan to get me through the run without being completely miserable the whole time. I’ve been staying hydrated all day with Nuun. I’ve been taking in Roctane Gu as fuel every 45ish minutes. “So why am I cramping?” And then it hits me… The bottle I left for the ants was my water with nothing added to it. “Maybe, I just need water?”

I get to the first aid station, and I guzzle some water, (a) because it was water, but (b) because it was ICE COLD. It was so good, I grabbed another one from the next volunteer at the aid station.

This is also a good time to mention that I had grossly underestimated how warm it would be/feel at this point in the race for me. The high was only supposed to be in the low 70s, but I’m wearing running tights and a long sleeve dri fit shirt. “GOD, IT’S HOT OUT HERE.” I’m scanning the other athletes looking for a runner who isn’t wearing a shirt, because somewhere in the back of my mind I think it’s against the rules or something. But I keep moving…

By the time I get to the next aid station, I’m hardly able to run at all. I can power walk like nobody’s business, managing around a 14:30min/mile pace, but can’t run for more than 10-20 yards at a time. I take in some more water, and grab some pretzels. Then, I hear one of the volunteers say something that catches my attention “We’ve got Red Bull over here!”

“Wait, what? Did he just say Red Bull?” Of course I grab some, because I’m desperate at this point. I’d probably have snorted some cocaine if someone had offered it to me and convinced me I’d be able to run after doing it. (It’s also worth mentioning that this was probably a 1-2oz shot of Red Bull. They weren’t handing out cans of it.)

Just keep moving…

I get to the next aid station. I take in more water, and another “shot” of Red Bull.

Ok, headed back to the arena now to finish up my first loop. In the final mile of the first loop, my brother Brad catches up to me. I hadn’t seen him AT ALL since seeing him in the water in the first couple hundred yards of the swim. It was good to see him out here, and apparently feeling really good. I asked him where he was at in the run, and he was finishing up his second loop. He walked with me for a minute, and I told him about crashing on the bike. He told me that it was awesome that I was still going after the crash, and we just chit-chatted for another minute, before he decided to start running again.

As he pulled away from me, I started doing the math in my head about whether I’d be able to finish the race under the time cap of 8:30:00 to be considered an official finisher. I know I had technically already time capped because of the swim, but I still had the goal of finishing under 8:30:00 in my head. After doing the calculations, there was NO WAY I’d be able to finish in under 8:30:00 at my current average pace. “Crap!”

“Oh, there’s a runner without a shirt on.” So I immediately take off my long sleeve shirt and tie it around my waist. Leaving me the picture of Adonis in my running tights with my gut hanging over them, and my heart rate strap on my ALL TOO WHITE skin. I was very grateful it was a sunny day and as a result so many people had on their sunglasses, because they needed them when I came by.

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First loop finished in just under an hour, and that was WITH the “long run” I did at the start of the loop, and I just didn’t feel like I had that in me to do again.

“You’re going to finish this. MAKE THEM TAKE YOU OFF THE COURSE.”

“I don’t want to JUST FINISH. I want to be a ‘finisher’.”

“OK, Let’s run then.”

And to my amazement, I started running, and it wasn’t painful. My quads actually felt OK.

First aid station, and I grab some water, and some Red Bull.

“Run the down hills. Power walk the up hills to conserve yourself.”

Second aid station, I grab water, pretzels, and some Red Bull. I’m still feeling good. I’m knocking out between 11:30 and 12:45min/mile average paced miles! “Alright, headed back to the arena again. Keep it up!”

Second loop finished in around 45 minutes. Suddenly, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that I finish this race under 8:30:00.

Keep. Moving.

Somewhere around mile 10 overall in the run, I hit what runners refer to as “the wall”. This isn’t similar to anything I had mentally or physically experienced already. This was the “my body has reached the limit of what it feels like it can do today” kind of concrete wall that was not going to budge. Apparently I hadn’t been taking in enough calories since I had gotten off the bike. I had another Roctane Gu with me, but the thought of eating ANOTHER sweet gel just wasn’t pleasant. I couldn’t make myself eat it. The power walk was a lot more of a struggle. It took concentrated effort to keep moving at the pace I needed to move at.


Final 3/4 of a mile and I get to run into the arena and finish my race. I’d been walking for at least a mile at this point, hoping that when I got to this point, I’d be able to run the final stretch in front of the spectators. I just couldn’t mentally make myself run. So I kept walking. Random strangers called out “You’ve got this, Brian! You’re Almost there. Run it in!” and I couldn’t make myself run.

I finally get to the split where you either turn around to go out for another loop, or turn to run down and into the arena through the finishing chute, and I start to run. Not fast by any stretch, but I just knew I needed to finish this race running. I get to the bottom of the hill, and another athlete comes by and says “We’ve got to sprint it in from here, man!” “Uh, I *am* sprinting.”

Into the arena, and there’s the finish line. I hear them call out my name as I cross it. DONE in 8:17:42. I’m not an official finisher, but I’ve completed a 70.3 Half Ironman race in under 8:30:00.

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Here’s my Garmin data for those that might be interested:

Things going well for the most part. Workouts have been consistent, and haven’t had any significant loss in energy. I do get tired a few times during the day, but I seem to be able to push through those lulls. Hard to believe that we are 1/3 of the way done with the start of our journey. #Whole30 isn’t just a 30-day diet, but it defines a period of super clean eating that sets you up with a healthier body for clean eating as a lifestyle. The only cravings I’m experiencing are psychological, where I associate some place or event with eating a certain type of food, or drinking a certain type of drink.

Day 9 Meals:


Chopped Chicken Cobb Salad w/Avocado without cheese or dressing (from Panera Bread)

Spaghetti Squash Carbonara


Day 10 Meals:


Chicken Breast

Pork Chops
Green Beans


I finally made it back to CrossFit Chickasaw, and I would have suffered through this WOD no matter what because it’s a small way of honoring and remembering the tragedy of 9/11. But, I honestly didn’t feel all that bad. It was a REALLY tough workout (see below), but I thought I held up well considering my experience level. I was also VERY happy with my energy level throughout the workout. I am still a little nervous with any workout because of how my energy levels have been affected to this point being on #Whole30. I think I’ve finally made the turn and my body is no longer requiring sugar for energy. I still think it wants it pretty badly, but at least it’s not withholding functionality on me as a result anymore.


I’m still getting sleepy several times throughout the day, but it’s not so overwhelming, and when necessary a 15-minute power nap usually does the trick.


Hard boiled egg


Beef tips in gravy

Afternoon snack-

Almond crusted tilapia
Cauliflower rice



Took the day off from working out. I was planning on going to CrossFit Chickasaw, but the wife literally didn’t get to workout at all last week, and she wanted to go to the gym early this morning. Oh all right, I’ll sleep in!

Day was fairly uneventful otherwise. I have begun to notice a difference between meals. When I first started #Whole30, I was usually hungry an hour or two after each meal, and anxiously awaiting my next meal. Now I seem to be fine most of the time, and only eating because I know I need to. My cravings also feel like they are beginning to subside. I faced a few challenges of birthday cakes and such at the office that weren’t too hard to turn down. Also noticing that my post-dinner cravings seem to have disappeared.



Sauteed squash
Brussels Sprouts
Boiled Carrots

Bison burgers w/tomato



Sorry for an off-topic post, but I felt like taking a moment to remember the horrific day 11 years ago.

I was working at a dot-com start up in the Memphis area, and had shown up for work as usual, and was one of the first people in the office. I remember one of the guys I work with coming into my office and telling me his wife had just called and said a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. We immediately went to the break room and turned on CNN, and there was nothing being shown about it. Just a little bit later, they finally started talking about the crash, and the second plane hit…

The rest of the day is a little bit of a blur to me, I remember the overwhelming feeling of wanting to go get my kids from school and take them home. Thinking the absolute worst that the whole country was under attack. I also remember annoying most of my co-workers the next day by blaring (on repeat) Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the U.S.A.” for most of the day.

I just saw a post from a friend on Facebook about remembering the day, and he commented that he remembers how united we became after that day. Like him, I wish we could find the national pride and feeling of truly being “one nation” again.

I’d also like to take a moment to acknowledge that despite the negative things that happen in my life now and then (sometimes more often than not!), I am still a very blessed man, and have so many things to be grateful for. There’s just so many great things in my life that, and things COULD BE WORSE.

I hope you have a wonderful day, and you take a few moments to remember either your own lost loved ones, or those families that lost someone on this day 11 years ago.


Day 5

Today is my last rest day before my race tomorrow. I’m definitely getting more nervous as the race gets closer. As I’ve said before, prior to Whole30, I could run a 10K with zero issues. Whether it was fast or not is a different conversation, but I wasn’t worried about the distance. Since I’ve started on Whole30, my energy has been up and down, and my only two workouts have been way off. So, I am more than a bit worried about being about to run the whole race, regardless of my time. It won’t be a failure if I can’t run the whole thing, or if I come in much slower than previous 10Ks. I know that I’m asking my body to make a huge adjustment right now, and it’s pretty confused, so I don’t have any expectations, just hopes.

Worked for a few hours today, and then went out and did the grocery shopping for the next few days. The wife and I have been enjoying trying different recipes, and haven’t had anything horrible yet. Bland fish or chicken is definitely not a requirement for sticking to Whole30.




Skipped (opps!)

Sweet Potato
Brussels Sprouts

Day 6

Got up early for my race. The race started at 7am, and I was up around 5am. I normally get up early before races anyway, but I especially wanted to make sure I had time for whatever eating I needed to do before the race. I went and rechecked “It Starts With Food” and realized I didn’t need to eat until 75ish minutes before the race, so I just made sure I had all my stuff together. I ended up having two boiled eggs for breakfast, which made me a little nervous, but I figured over an hour before the start of the race, they had plenty of time to digest.

Got out to the race site in plenty of time, and had no trouble with parking. Walked around for a bit and met up with my brother who was also running the race. After a short delay the race got started. For the most part I felt good at the start of the race. I was running on feel and trying to ignore my watch to see my pace. I hit the first mile marker and looked at my watch, and I was about a minute slower than I thought I would be based on my level of effort. A little momentary disappointment about that, but then I reminded myself that I hadn’t even been sure I’d be able to run very well at all because of the changes I’m making with Whole30. I decided that I’m happy that I’m doing as well as I am, and that it could be worse. I did get a little bit fast for the next few miles, and just kept trucking along. I think I hit a wall of sorts around mile 4.5 though, not sure if it was mental or physical, but my “high gear” was about 30 seconds per mile pace slower than the first mile I ran. Once again had to remind myself that it didn’t matter, that here I was 4.5 miles into a race in which I wasn’t sure I’d be able to run a mile. I decided to just focus and finish. On this particular 10K course, there’s a fairly steep hill from mile 5.9 to mile 6.0, I pushed as best I could, but my legs were just screaming at me going up the hill, and I ended up walking about the last 1/4 of it. Once I got to the top though, I started running again and finished strong. Overall time was 53:06, which is just over 4 minutes off my PR. Not a bad race at all!

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Not sure how I let my crazy brother talk me into it (just kidding, I talked him into it), but since we are both in marathon training, we decided to run some extra after the race. It was slow, and it was painful at times, but we finished an additional 4.5+ miles after the race.

The rest of the day ended up being a little busier than expected with running some errands and such, and we always bowl on Sunday nights. Usually on the day of a race or a hard long run, I don’t bowl very well because my legs/knees/hips are sore, but I bowled fairly well with a 220+ average for the night (overall average is lower).


2 hard boiled eggs

Half a chicken breast

Eggs w/spinach and tomatoes

Skipped (opps!)

Sauteed Squash (left overs)
Boiled Carrots (left overs)
Brussels Sprouts (left overs)

Post-Bowling snack-

About Me

I'm a guy who found exercise late in life, and loving pushing myself to new limits.

2015 Goals:
Complete my first Half Ironman
Get back to sub-8 min/mile average pace for 5K

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Race PR

5K 2012 MayFest 5K 21:36
4-miler 2012 Cooper Young 4-miler 33:43
5-miler 2012 RRS 2nd 5-miler 38:27
10K 2011 RRS 1st 10K 48:53
Half Marathon 2012 RRS 1st Half Marathon 1:50:36
25K - trail 2014 Swampstomper 25K 3:25:49
Marathon 2012 My Bartlett Marathon 4:25:22
50K - trail 2015 Mississippi Trails 50K 7:01:50
50 miler - trail 2013 Mississippi Trails 50 11:51:33
Olympic Triathlon 2015 Memphis In May Triathlon 3:32:26
Half Ironman Triathlon 2015 Ironman 70.3 Austin, TX 8:17:42

(Ultra)Marathon Results

3/7 Mississippi Trails 50K 7:01:50
1/11 DisneyWorld Marathon/Dopey Challenge 5:13:35
12/6 St. Jude Marathon 4:55:50
9/14 Stanky Creek 50K 7:14:45
10/13 Chicago Marathon 4:44:52
03/02 Mississippi Trails 50 miler 1:51:33
02/09 Mississippi River Marathon 4:48:13
01/20 Swampstomper 50K 7:51:03
12/1 St. Jude Marathon 5:15:20
04/07 My Bartlett Marathon 4:25:22
01/08 Disney World Marathon/Goofy Challenge 5:26:25
12/03 St. Jude Memphis Marathon 4:50:59
04/09 Andrew Jackson Marathon 5:40:11
03/06 Little Rock Marathon 4:57:12