I should be doing more homework right now, but I got it all done last week end, which you will see why that is impressive and I should not be worried now. Ive gotten a good bit done tonight and now I want to sit down and do a couple of entries that I think have been a long time coming. First lets hit the journal and then the rest will follow.
We did it. Keith and I joined the Spartan TriFecta tribe by completing the spartan beast at Killington, Vermont. This is the birthplace of the beast and the medal says as much. The first photo on the previous page is of Keith and I right before the race.
Before this I had done spartan races already (two of them anyhow), and then I met Keith at the Natick Church of Christ. I decided that this year I was going to get my trifecta so that I could get most of it done while school was out for the summer and before critter (child 2) gets here. I invited some guys to come with me and Keith took me up on the offer. He also said if he started this he was going to finish it. He just wanted to go ahead and get the trifecta as well. This is the kind of guy you need by your side in these kinds of messes.
Three races later and the trifecta is in the bag. Let us just be frank, for a guy who calls himself Hrolf the Ganger (Hrolf the big walker), the day on that mountain was one of the longest days of my life, and for a soldier that is saying something in my opinion. Estimated 15-16 miles of mountainous hell, designed by Norm Koch (I now understand the patches that say effnorm). I will not bother to hash out all the details about the water, and all the other stuff that made this race into a Stalingrad dumpster fire, if you were there then you know.
What I will say is that I have never wanted to quit something so badly in my life. At some points going up that mountain it got down to hiking for one minute and stopping for 3 or 4 to rub the cramps out of my legs. Another fun thing is when you get to the top of a (loose) cargo net and suddenly your core decides to turn into one big cramp. It was so tight, that may have been the best abs I’ve ever had…you know pain aside and it being a ball of contracted muscle. I may have gotten my first successful spear throw here (yes on the little one. still counts. no burpees.) None of this changes the fact that my marathon runner of a partner could have gone on faster without me. He bested the herculean lift and sled pull this time which really nixes the parts of the race where I am a beneficial team member. No matter how many times I told him to go on, go finish, he wouldn’t do it, even when we were facing cut offs, even when I was on the last big hill dry heaving with thirty minutes left and a mile to go he would not just go. He is the best friend you could want on the mountain.
I was able to chug on. He and I kept to our normal pattern of helping people when we could. There was a guy named Mike having a panic attack. He had gotten really dehydrated and decided there was no way out of the woods and they that continued up hill forever as some kind of bizarre purgatory. Medical wouldn’t get there in time to calm him down, so we got him sipping water and led him off the mountain literally by the hand. When we got to the bottom, thankfully it was a water point, we had to give him the bad news that he was done. We had to tell him he couldn’t go back out, he was dehydrated and the moment he saw another up hill in the woods it would all happen again (there was one not 500 feet after that water point) and there was still 3 miles of race to go.
To the point, Killington was filled with soul crushing. I had accepted six hours before we finished that we were not going to make cut offs. I was quite confident that given all the time we needed we could make the end of the course, but there wasn’t time. However training kicked in, which really means imagine that you just can’t stop and go stupid for a while and keep moving. Having a good buddy doesn’t hurt either. Somehow we kept passing the cutoffs, sometimes within minutes. In the end suddenly the fire jump was in sight and we crossed that finish line with twelve minutes left. twelve minutes. We were out there for twelve hours fourteen minutes. There were 100 more after us. We did it. We left some things that needed to die out there on that mountain. Katie was at the finish line, towel draped over her shoulders cheering us on. She was a real trooper having to hang out and wait all day. The mountain was ours. I think I rediscovered some parts of myself that had lain dormant for a while.
Moving on, while I was recovering I still needed to take some friends for exercise. I took them Geocaching as that was about all I was up for. This also gave me a chance to get a picture of Liam at the grave yard for the journal, he is at the graves of the Rice family, at Robin Hill cemetery.
The third is simply a picture of him helping me with the garbage. Seems dull I know, but this is what we do. We help each other. Garbage is one of his favorite things to help with. He is currently very excited because Halloween decorations are already going up.
Halloween is one of our favorite holidays. With a kid you have to split the movie festival into two portions. The part the kid can watch, and the part that would classify as child abuse if you let them watch. Casper is one of our staple movies. It being twenty years old this year makes this a great moment to reflect about this movie. I remember going to see this movie in theaters with my Grandmother Vicki. I remember that pizza hut had a bunch of rubber glow in the dark puppets of the ghosts (I had casper). Every year around this time I have to fight the urge to pile all this kind of crap up off of eBay. I remember my buddy Danny Armstrong and I at the neighborhood pool discussing the bad words that were featured in Casper. I remember my grandmother calling for showtimes in front of the sink of the cabin she and my grandfather lived at. Not long after it came out I got the VHS and I’ve kept this movie close ever since.
There you have it. This one is not very adventurous, but the life of a late comer college student and family man is not always exciting. Homework, papers, repeat. I may have beaten the mountain but it does not look like I will be able to beat remedial math. Tomorrow is several events which I am sure you will see all about.
Hrolf the Ganger
P.S. the halloween movie count stands as such.
Kid friendly: Hocus Pocus, Casper
With Carl: Halloween,2,4,5,6,H20