A Triple Crown and a Century

The Rise Up Runners crew for the Trail Dawgs Triple Crown Races in Delaware, April 25, 2009

Great things have been happening for me in my “active-life” despite my shoulder injury. Last Saturday I won first place in the Trail Dawgs Triple Crown in my age division. And, yesterday, I completed my first century ride on the bike. Today was the Nanticoke River Triathlon, which I was supposed to be in. Unfortunately, I still am unable to swim. Fortunately, I joined with Joel and “coached” him to his first Tri-experience at Nanticoke. It was a fun day.

First, here’s an update on my shoulder. I am getting some mobility and strength back in my left arm. I’m doing physical therapy. I hope to be able to start swimming again on the first of June. The big question is, “will I be able to swim Eagleman?”

Last Saturday started off rocky. I burnt my oatmeal at 4am, then had to leave the unburnt portion in my car as I abandoned Julius on the side of St. Michaels Road. Because a serious accident shut down St. Michaels Road for 3 hours, I had to hike out of the Bloomfield area and get picked up at Doncaster by my RUR gang.

Once to the race in Delaware Joel, Michael, and Shaun ran the half marathon, while Lori and I attempted the Triple Crown which consists of the half, a 10K, and a 5K. Shaun ran his longest distance ever; and in good time. Joel, Michael, Shaun, and I were all in the upper quarter of the 200-plus finishers. Lori won her age group for the triple. Both Liz and Robin arrived later and completed the 10K.
Me struggling to the finish of the second leg (10K) of the Triple Crown. Whew, I was tired!

Though I had a 35 minute rest after the half, I still managed to miss the start of the 10K because I was sitting behind the car relaxing. There was not another 10K runner is sight when I started. I had to feel my way into the woods where I came across a few runners, then the game was on. I caught up to Robin first, then Lori, then Liz. It was a tough run because I went at the half too fast; I was beat already. Near the end of our run we passed the 5K runners coming from the other direction, who had been wrongly started 15 minutes early. Lori and I were supposed to be in THAT 5k start. Ugg. Despite all that Lori and I placed; hooray!

Running the trails in White Clay State Park is so much fun. There is a major creek crossing at knee height, as well as, hills, wooded single track, unmaintained wooded single track, pasture trails, and more hills. All five of us got some degree of poison ivy on our left legs (potent little branch). I wonder if all 200 half marathon runners got PI?

Part of the century course of the Six Pillars Ride had us traversing the Transquaking River Bridge near Bespitch, Maryland. This bridge was only wide enough for one narrow automobile. The heads of the nails in the wooden planking were sitting up an inch. Photo from James T McArdle's photo stream.

Character Counts of Talbot County ran their inaugural Six Pillars Ride in Dorchester County yesterday. Under mostly cloudy and drizzly skies riders biked a 10, 30, 56, or 100 mile course. The century course took riders through Blackwater, Bespitch, and Elliots Island. It was an awesome course with very little traffic. The 50-mile-mark dog attack was scary for me. I actually had to come to a complete stop and was caught with my right foot clipped in as fell to the right. Luckily a mailbox broke my fall as a huge boxer-like dog and his 3 cohorts kept me hostage until the owner waddled out to the road to get the situation under hand. I said, “Is it safe?” and he said, “Huh?” I said, “Is it safe to go, now?” “I guess so?” This ride was a great confidence builder for the Vermont 200 ride Landy and I are doing in June.

Many of my friends participated today in the 3 mile swim and triathlon in Bivalve. You may remember my write-up last year of this race, as it was my very first triathlon. Though cloudy and cool, this year’s experience was wonderful for all, except maybe Dan who did not like getting beat up in the swimming frenzy. I think he felt violated. Ha-ha. Dan totally rocked this tri with a time under 1:20. Joel did his first Tri with great speed, too, even though he had the world’s longest transition, lol. Joel’s favorite part of the event was when he passed thirty people on the run (you make us runners very proud, ddp). I was happy to be there taking pictures, helping with the event, and supporting my friends. This second running of the Nanticoke River Swim and Triathlon was highly successful.

That’s pretty much the nuts and bolts of what’s been happening in my “active” world lately. I will continue to heal my shoulder in the hopes to be back in the water swimming soon. In the meantime I hope everyone loves, swims, rides, runs, and appreciates all that is good in life ~ Michael

The Trail is WET

Some of the Team TCY Masters posing during our Salisbury Meet on November 15th. From yellow towel: Coach Emily, Rebecca, Ona, Kristina, and Bill. I'm lurking on the far left. Photo was taken by Deena.

2008 has brought me many adventurous “firsts”: my first triathlon, my first cycling competition, my first open water swim, my first Ironman event, and our crew’s first time winning High Point on the Lark. While four of our newest Rise Up Runners were taking to their first Tuckahoe 10-mile loop this weekend on the trials, I was losing my virginity in a Salisbury pool. Yes, I competed in my first swim meet with the TCY Masters against, among many, the dirty Dogfish of Salisbury.

A common thread all these adventures have had for me is that they all involve connection with some wonderful people. Saturday in Salisbury was no exception. During our team practices there is little time to get to know the other swimmers, especially with the demanding workouts given by coaches Glenn and Emily. Saturday, not only, provided the perfect opportunity to get to know my teammates, but it also provided opportunity for our team to come together and support one another. As I was swimming my first event (which, by the way, was the very first heat, first event of the meet), both ends of lane 5 were filled with MY teammates (left goggle tearing up) yelling support for me. They also were there to tell me to stop swimming in that 200 yard breaststroke event; I had lost my length-count and started to swim an additional length after I had finished. Yeah, I know, I am very wet behind the gills.

I soon learned what it meant to cheer on a teammate. I loved being there. The event was well run and all the people were friendly. I felt a real cohesiveness to our team; of course, we were flanked in our team jackets. However, we may have been annoying during the Annual Meeting for the Maryland Masters. The meeting was held half way through the meet in order to have a captive audience. (By the way, if you ever want to hold a “short” meeting, make sure everyone at the meeting is wet and wearing next to nothing). The only business to attend was the election of the officers. Our very own Mark was up for election as Registrar. Every time his name was mentioned our team would start to cheer, like,… well,.. idiots. It was great. I think Mark may have been embarrassed.

These swimming-types don’t waste any time in starting an event. You need to know where to be and at what time to be on the blocks. They say, “Swimmers, step up, take your mark, go!” There is no 10 minute starting sequence like you have with sailing. Coach Emily made sure all of us were warmed up for each of our events and ready to take to the blocks on time.

Here are the events I swam:

200 yard Breaststroke 3:08
100 yard IM 1:24:40
50 yard Free 30.95
200 yard Relay Free 30.51

The relay was fun and different; a chance to really work as a team. Frank set the pace with his 50 free, followed by me, Bill, then Mark. We finished in under 2 minutes. Unfortunately, we were unchallenged by another men's relay team. The women's relay teams agreed to swim with us, and I believe, helped keep the pressure on us.

I felt strong and prepared for each of my events. The confidence I had came from the good coaching I/we’ve been getting from Glenn and Emily. It has made a tremendous difference for me. Though I cannot be compared to any of the top swimmers, I do aspire to be one. I am very happy with the progress I’ve achieved in the past year. The support of the team is a gift; so is the organizational effort many have put into making meets and teams happen.

I will spare everyone the gritty details of my thoughts during each of my events, like, “how am I going to swim this Individual Medley (IM) with my right goggle full of water?” or “How am I going to swim this 50 Freestyle with my left goggle full of water? Or “I have no idea how many lengths I have swum, much less which end of the pool this is?” or “I really wish I had swum another two feet before I did that flip-turn” or “did the lane-judge just see me make a one-handed touch on that breaststroke turn?” So, instead I will share some of the mayhem occurring in the back of the car on the way home.

But first, we must consider the car ride “to” the meet. My co-pilot and “navigator” was Patti, backed up by Bill and Lynda’s husband. Kristina, Deena, and Ona were organizing our next social event while Lynda and her husband were enjoying not having to drive, for once! As we were circling the Salisbury Zoo (we weren’t lost, we knew exactly where we were, duh!) Ona got on the phone to call Mark, our team captain, who was waiting anxiously for our timely arrival, “Yes, Mark, we’ve fixed the flat, and the zoo is beautiful in this late afternoon light, and we’ll be there eventually…”. Patti was saying, “Mike, I told you to turn at the Hardees, not the Burger King”. Another sighed, “Shouldn’t we have turned right back there?” If I wasn’t nervous enough about swimming, I was even more nervous that this Julius (my car’s name) load of teammates was in danger of never making it to the meet at all.

Cool heads prevailed and Julius got us to the Salisbury YMCA in time to wait for the warm-up session to begin. After the meet and the buffet dinner (great spread, by the way; those Dogfish can cook) someone found Jena’s wallet on the table where she’d been sitting. Jena had long ago left with her two boys (who were perfect young men during the meet). The wallet made its way to Julius where a discussion was in progress among the eight of us as to what to do. Meanwhile, I was trying to unravel our trail out of Salisbury in rain, “Isn’t that a sign for Route 50? Shouldn’t we have turned back there?” For all I know, they were passing the wallet around the two backseats like a hot potato.

Once again, Ona got on her phone. Somehow (I’m not sure of the facts here) we got hold of someone in our homeland with a SSPP School directory (where Jena’s boys attend), got her home phone, called her husband, some “splainin’ occurred, we got Jena’s cell phone number, and the call of relief was made just in time before Jena was about to slash the upholstery in her car in search of her wallet. She was parked outside the JC Penny at the Salisbury Mall. Just as I was about to turn onto the Route 50 on-ramp word came to the cockpit to change course for the Mall. Julius lurched across 3 lanes of traffic, nearly sending Lynda’s oversized luggage (it had wheels) through the side of Julius as we made our way to the rescue. Jena and her young boys were waiting at Pennys’ front door when the “team” rolled up in Julius. I think 16 hands came out the windows as a very thankful Jena graciously received her wallet.

Though there was talk about hitting some nasty bar in Cambridge (Bill seemed to know all about it) we made our way back to Talbot County in a relatively sober, yet giddy, mood; too much chlorine.

Congratulations to team TCY on a successful, well attended meet. Mark has us way ahead of any team at the meet on a per swimmer average basis. Thanks to Kristina’s bantering of the Dogfish, we may have come out on top. But, more importantly, thank you for making me feel like “one of the team”. Love swim ride and run…