For the record, some of these people with whom I've spoken are doing incredible things. Truly epic things. World-saving, empire-building, record-breaking stuff! Living the sort of lives about which we think WE would be happy if only we were living them.
Monday, December 17, 2012
For the record, some of these people with whom I've spoken are doing incredible things. Truly epic things. World-saving, empire-building, record-breaking stuff! Living the sort of lives about which we think WE would be happy if only we were living them.
Monday, November 26, 2012
"I love this. I've come back to it again and again over the past couple weeks, on the heels of a spectacular failure of my own. Thanks for living it, for writing it. I needed the reminder that life is Now. Not then, not later. Now."
"John, thanks for writing that. It really makes me feel good, to note that such paltry little pissants as words have a beneficial effect on people. So, I reckon I better keep it up for the time being!"
Monday, November 12, 2012
I used to worry that I wasn't ____ enough.
And any time I needed to prove to myself that this was true, I just had to look at someone more ____ than myself.
And there was always someone more ____ than me, so it ended up being a bit of a trap.
And I found myself resenting people simply for being the way I wanted to be.
Insert whatever awesome adjective you want ... nice! funny! cool! fit! fast! strong! smart! sexy! groovy! kind! inspiring! (Hell, so far that is just Olof Dallner! Haha!)
So, my advice is simple: always find the best in people and celebrate the shit out of it.
Know that the easiest way to grow, joyfully, in the direction you want your life to go, is to be around people who already embody it.
And be equally appreciative and loving towards those people who see something great in you.
That is it. Carry on. I love you :)
P.P.S. Thanks to everyone who has been moved to share this post. It really resonated with me when I wrote it and I am glad that it resonated with you when you read it <3
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Most often, difficulty is the very thing that creates value.
... It is whatever makes your job difficult that makes it worth someone paying you to do.
... The wins we end up most proud of are the ones for which we had to fight the hardest.
... It is in our toughest times that we have to find the very best in ourselves.
What is the point of a life without difficulty? We should seek out difficulty, to stretch ourselves and grow. And when difficulty finds us, often in forms we would never choose, all we can do is embrace it, be grateful for it (however illogical as it may seem) and be made stronger by it - because it is happening anyway.
I am reminding myself of this lesson while life seems easy. So that it will be imprinted on my being for when I need it :)
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
This past Saturday I completed the 50 Miler at the 19th Annual Haliburton Forest Ultra. This was especially sweet for me for a number of reasons. It was my first official Ultra finish. It was the furthest I have officially run (though I think I covered more distance in my aborted 2012 Spartan Death Race, but that was more rucking than running and it was never measured as such). And it was a return to the "crash & burn" of my poorly considered attempt of last year's 100 Mile event, where I dropped at about 35 miles with severe foot pain (from bunions and an unhealed break from the 2011 Death Race).
Absolutely Robert! My thought is that there is nothing wrong at all with being afraid. In fact, being afraid and doing it anyway is the coolest thing of all. @Jason Jaksetic taught me last year, when he spent 10 minutes neck deep in the Tweed River in March, that "I'm cold and this hurts" doesn't have to mean anything more than "i'm cold and this hurts". Just like "i'm afraid" doesn't mean "don't do it" or anything else. It just means you are afraid. Which really just means you are alive. And then acting in the face of that fear, and doing epic stuff, means - in my humble opinion - that you are fucking awesome!!! Go get it. And when you are tired, all it means is you're tired. When your feet bleed all it means is your feet are bleeding. When you feel like quitting all it means is that you feel like quitting. So what? Keep going!! Let me know how it goes, brother! Sending huge respect and big love!
A bit of practical advice. Spend some time Saturday sitting with your eyes closed generating all of the great feelings of joy and accomplishment you've had, and remember what you love about endurance racing. Get super present to how that feels. Then, several times.throughout the day, regenerate that energy from scratch. On Sunday, whenever you are hurting and struggling, pause to take a few deep breaths and bring that all back. It will make a massive difference :)
"I don't know where to begin telling you how much I love my new Salomon Synapse trail shoes! After dropping out of a number of trail races last year with horrible bunion pain (tailor bunions on baby toes), I had given up on trail shoes (donating both my Nike and Adidas to a homeless shelter) and was running in blown-wide gym shoes, sacrificing tons of traction in favour of comfort. Then last week, on a whim, I bought a pair of Synapse (just because I'd bought my son some skate shoes and got 50% off another pair). As they are an entry level shoe, and priced very reasonably, I did not expect a whole lot but thought I would give them a try in a mud run. What I did NOT expect to do was wear them in this past weekend's 50 mile ultramarathon (my first). But as I slept in my van on the eve of the race it rained so hard that I knew I would be waking up to a sloppy mess. I decided to break a cardinal rule and wear brand new shoes in a race. 50 miles later, setting PR's for distance and time in horrendous conditions, I was in love. I had NO blisters at all. No black toes. No throbbing bunions. The shoes were not waterproof, but never claimed to be. In fact, my feet were underwater (mud) for much of the race and being poured on for the rest of it. But these shoes drained and breathed so well that my feet were never stewing and I did not even change my socks once (thin pair of running socks under knee high compressions). And, while they looked boxy at first, they were extremely stable and comfortable. Just as impressive was the grip. They chewed into the mud giving me great traction ascending and solid footing descending. And on the exposed, slick granite, I was able to plant confidently at 45 degrees going up AND down, never slipping a single time. Even on the limited sections of hard pack and gravel road, the shoes felt reasonably light and fast. I have never been so pleasantly surprised by a product in my life. Just thought you should know."
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
"I realized something important this morning. I am not any more blessed than anyone else. For years I have thought I had so much more to be grateful for than most people, because of the health and family and love in my life. But, even ignoring the many gifts others have that I may not (musical talent comes to mind), it has nothing to do with how many or how much. We ALL have 1,000,000+ things to be thankful for at any moment. The difference isn't whether it is 1,000,001 or 1,000,008. I am just deliciously aware of them all, and usually blissfully ignorant of where I am 'missing out'.
Two things come to mind ...
1. "There's only one reason why you're not experiencing bliss at this present moment, and it's because you're thinking or focusing on what you don't have. Otherwise you would be experiencing bliss. You're focusing on what you don't have. But, right now you have everything you need to be in bliss." ~ Anthony DeMello
2. Rob Brezsny's "Glory In The Highest" ... http://www.revealingthesilence.com/lessons/glory.html
Life is Good <3"
So, on that note, enjoy this wonderful YouTube video :)
The Holstee Manifesto ... http://www.youtube.com/embed/QDmt_t6umoY
Monday, August 27, 2012
There have actually been a couple of abandoned posts recently.
- 2012 Death Race Report: The Year of Betrayal, by Junyong Pak
- DEATH RACE 2012: THE DEATH RACE DIRECTORS SPEAK, from Spartan Race
- Race Ipsa Loquitor, by Amelia Boone ... Stats & Thoughts (both well worth reading!)
Well, I have not grown my coaching business as quickly or as substantially as I would like to have.
Yes, actually. That is all. Everything else is truly crazy good.
Because I have not focused my energy on it. I have been doing so much else.
Well, reflecting very honestly, I still have a story in my head that coaches tend to think they have the answers for what a good life looks like and are biased towards teaching people how to "play that game". And I don't want to be like that.
I am committed to helping people develop a plan that is truly, authentically their own. So they can forget about living "The Dream" and live "Their Dream". In fact, the more "out there" it is, the better! ("Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live." ~ Charles Bukowski)
- incorporated Alter Ego Life Adventure Coaching Inc.
- become a Certified Hypnotherapist
- opened a private clinic and worked with 100+ clients
- become a certified Personal Trainer
- completed my Crossfit instructor certification and begun coaching at Crossfit Orillia
- become a Certified Life Coach
- head coached multiple Self-Expression and Leadership Programs at Landmark Education
- attended Mike Dooley's Train the Trainer Conference and become an Infinite Possibilities trainer
- written 100+ blog posts at Living Myself To Death, read over 36,000 times
- completed two Spartan Death Races (and failed to complete a third one)
- completed a Go Ruck Challenge in Indiana
- completed a Tough Mudder
- run 3 straight Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathons (4th coming up)
- run in 100 mile Haliburton Forest Ultramarathon
- initiated a Rim2Rim2Rim run at the Grand Canyon that has turned into a group event for this Fall
- spoken to over a thousand high school students about my experiences and philosophies
- skydived twice - once in tandem free-fall and once solo - as well as organized jumps for 12 others
- completed my Open Water Scuba Diving certification
- coached hundreds of youth wrestlers, many winning city, provincial and even national championships
- raised over $6,000 for Pediatric Oncology Group of Ontario
- hosted 2 seasons of a cable television program showcasing the Arts in my community
- presented my leadership and mindset management philosophies to Ontario Provincial Police headquarters - TWICE
- been a speaker/instructor for the Ontario Baseball Umpires Association : "Stepping Up To The Big Games"
- been hired to be a keynote speaker at the leadership conference of a major Canadian university this Fall
- completed a 10 week Mindfulness Meditation program and sustained ongoing practice
- registered www.lifeadventurecoaching.com and launched website
- launched successful "ELEVATE ORILLIA - Uplifting Film Series", a monthly movie night showing inspiring films with all proceeds going to The Sharing Place Food Bank
- signed on as "resident hypnotherapist" for Inochi Spa
- been a founding member of the Orillia Wellness Network - a group of Natural Health Practitioners who meet to support one another in our respective practices
- shared countless inspiring stories and links on my Facebook page, with regular feedback that it has made a positive difference in the lives of many people
- written for Spartan Race
- made hundreds of new friends in the obstacle racing, Crossfit, coaching communities
- gone on annual canoe trip with Jack and Downie & Price-Jones families
- attended almost every one of Katy and Jack's sporting events, teacher interviews, special occasions
- sent Katy to compete in Pan-American Wrestling Championships in Mexico and training in Poland and Germany
- maintained a truly extraordinary, close friendship with my ertswhile-wife, Karen, as well as being very friendly with her great boyfriend Shane
- played in annual Father And Three Sons Golf Classic with Dad and brothers
- stayed very close with all of my extended family, spending lots of quality time with my parents, siblings and their spouses, and nieces and nephews
- skied every winter, usually with Katy and Jack
- geared up and started kiteboarding
- trained my way into the best shape of my life, running regularly, lifting/Crossfitting 4 times per week
- continued selling enough real estate and Versapay services to finance my life, pay fair support to Karen, race, and build my coaching business
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.”~ Universally misattributed to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, but powerful nonetheless!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
So, I was drugged on Tuesday.
Ok, I THINK I was drugged on Tuesday.
Except that nothing about the story makes sense. So, my 13 year old son, Jack, suggested I share my version and ask for suggestions as to what could have been at play. Here goes ...
I had a couple of meetings in Toronto Tuesday, and brought Jack to the city with me to longboard with his cousin, Grant. After connecting the boys in the morning, I attended my two meetings, taking me through into the early afternoon.
On my way across town, to my cousin's house in "The Beaches", I stopped to buy a Tim Horton's frozen raspberry-lemonade, a sweet - albeit unhealthy - treat. The older lady (65?) poured the syrup into the cup, followed by some slushed ice, and blended it up. When she handed it to me it did not look as pink as I'm used to - more orangey in fact. Walking down the street, it tasted less than great but was still cold and somewhat refreshing, so I finished it and thought nothing more of it.
I arrived at my cousin's to find no one home and the doors locked. They have a great outdoor sofa in the back garden, with a shade cover, so I laid out on that to enjoy some chill time before everyone got home. Soon I was drifting in and out of a very foggy sleep. At one point I heard voices in the house and called out to Grant's sister, Avalon, who opened the sliding door then carried on with her girlfriends. Next time I woke up I was sprawled on a pile of vinyl patio cushions in the basement. I vaguely remember walking up the stairs and finding the living room couch. Which is where is stayed for the next few hours.
During this uncharacteristic afternoon slumber I found I was somewhat aware of my surroundings but entirely unable to interact. Several times I heard the kids come into the room and comment on the fact that I was sleeping, but I couldn't open my eyes or speak, much less get up and join in any activity.
Eventually I "came to" and heard Jack and Grant on the upper level. I walked up and asked what was going on. They were playing computer games, so paid me little mind as I crashed on Grant's bed for another half hour. Then I must have wandered back down to the couch, because that is where I woke up when Suzy (Grant's mom and my cousin) got home. IT WAS 7:30PM!!!
We laughed at my sleepiness and chalked it up to some much-needed downtime. After a nice, casual dinner, Jack and I left at about 8:30pm. As soon as we got into the car we both noticed an overwhelming smell like cough syrup. On investigating, we found that it was coming from the empty Tim Horton's cup that had contained the frozen lemonade. I bundled it with other garbage and pitched it. In hindsight I should have maybe kept it to be tested.
Jack and I laughed about the strangeness of the afternoon and bantied around theories about what could have happened. He said that he was fairly certain he hadn't seen an elderly lady in a brown uniform and hairnet violating me on the couch. My wallet was in my pocket, with all of my cards intact. It looked like this one was going into the "mystery file".
A large Starbucks coffee got us safely through the drive home, then I slept soundly through the night.
So, I am throwing an open question out there.
Was I drugged? If so, why??
Could the syrup have simply gone bad? And why would it have affected me that way?
Am I just getting old and crazy?
All valid possibilities I guess. What are your thoughts?
Anyway, that is my story and I am sticking to it. Well, gotta go. My new neighbour just dropped off a tray of brownies. They look a little green but are strangely delicious. I think I will eat a few ...
Saturday, July 7, 2012
I have no plans today. There are countless things I could be doing ... including Mariposa Folk Festival, work, cleaning my home ... but I have decided to commit to none of those. Instead I am hanging out with my son and his best friend, Lucas, doing whatever they want. That likely puts me primarily in the role of chauffeur/financier, but I'm good with that.
Reflecting on "not having an agenda" reminds me of a hugely important lesson I learned several years ago at a music festival, Gathering Of The Vibes, near Albany, NY.
Midway through the second day of the Grateful Dead inspired event there was a big rainstorm. When the sky cleared there was mud everywhere, and rivers of water running down the walkways. I saw a lovely young mom walking with her toddler, naked in rubber boots (the toddler, not the young mom - though that would have been awesome!). The free-spirited youngster walked twenty yards and then turned around, retracing his/her (can't remember) steps against the predominant flow of festival-goers. The mom followed along blissfully. Then they turned and followed their initial route for a few minutes, before doubling back yet again.
As this loop continued, I found myself a bit confused. "Where the Hell are they going?", I asked myself. The answer, of course, was nowhere. And that is what was strange to me. There was no agenda. No "Come on, sweetheart, WE are going this way." I realized how often (always) my time with my kids was actually all about my plans. This mother was modelling such unconditional love and devotion to her child and his/her serendipitous enjoyment of the day. I vowed to remember that example and apply it often in my own life.
So, that brings me back to today. Fittingly, it rained this morning. I don't think I have to worry about the boys wanting to traipse about naked in rubber boots but, shy of that, they are calling the shots.
And I am that parent who will be smiling at their wonderfulness and happy just being.
Life is good :)
- my experience in Pittsfield, VT at the 2013 Spartan Death Race. The very short preview is this; I did NOT finish this summer's race (as opposed to my first 2 attempts, which were both successful). I made some terrible decisions at the very start of the race that bit me in the ass such that I dropped out after 34 hours and 50+ miles with zero food or sleep. Ultimately, there is far more for me to learn (and share) from this "failure" than even my past successes, so I will be back with those thoughts soon.
- my trip to Orlando to study with Mike Dooley. His "Gifts From The Universe" Conference (training us to deliver the material in his Infinite Possibilities book) was fantastic! Even getting there was a great story in itself, but the program and the people I shared it with were phenomenal. A bonus was spending time with Frank Ferrante, who was not only the keynote speaker but also a conference attendee. I will be delivering the program material later this summer, and will have those details available next week.
- attending Roger Water's live performance of The Wall at Rogers Center in Toronto. This was a spontaneous adventure, deciding at 6pm (at my son Jack's urging) to drive to Toronto for the 8pm concert - by myself. It was beyond amazing and brought up some strong feelings and interesting lessons.
- this past weekend's trip to Rothbury, Michigan with Katy and Jack and my friend Amanda, for Electric Forest Music Festival. Four days of electronic music in a magical setting, it was nearly perfect. I am so crazy blessed that my teenagers still enjoy hanging out with me and will travel across the country with me to hang out for a weekend adventure.
So, why have I NOT been writing about all of this? Well, I have barely sat down at my computer, except to catch up on work. In the midst of all of that I have conducted several hypnosis sessions, shot another season of Arts Scene Orillia (with more interviews this weekend at the Mariposa Folk Festival), started teaching Crossfit classes, sold some houses, BBQ'd at Marchmont Public School's year end celebrations, attended my son's Grade 8 graduation, volunteered at the Toronto Spartan Race, hosted a showing of "Happy" at my Elevate Orillia Uplifting Film Series, attended the inaugural luncheon meeting of Orillia area natural health practitioners, done about a dozen radio interviews, and pretty much just been extraordinarily grateful for my awesome life.
None of that is meant as an "Oh I am so busy" rant. Anything but! I don't feel overwhelmed or overburdened. I just feel lucky! And the next month is a bit more wide open (making room for a bunch of kiteboarding with Katy and Jack. Ok, and a few more music festivals!!)
Speaking of "Too Busy Rants", read this wonderful piece from The New York Times ... "THE BUSY TRAP" (Well worth the few minutes, no matter how busy you are!) ... a highlight: "More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter."
So, I will be back soon with the aforementioned promised posts. But first, I realize I did not annotate the video at the top of this blog. That is Ze Frank. He is one of my very favourite recent finds, and so many of his videos speak "directly" to me. I leave you here with one of his best <3
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
posted by James Waite
There is very little news of the race today, but a ton of speculation. One of the two latest reports are that the racers will be arriving at camp within 45 minutes, the other is that they will not be seen until 6pm.
What is sure is that no-one has seen their racer since they left to begin the hike last night at 7pm, to the great consternation of the support crew who are anxious about the food and water situation, which is grim according to many of the returning (DNF) racers. They are telling tales of endless hiking along vicious, sometimes-not-even-footworn paths, all the while carrying the kayaks, pipes and tires, in areas so remote that even the news crews covering the event can't get hikers/cameras in to document.
As racers drop out, they are held at a gathering point until there are enough to justify a shuttle van making the trip to return them to Aimee Farm. So every couple of hours, a van rolls up and 8-10 racers slowly empty out and unload their gear.
The latest load included a guy who recognized the Johnny Waite "CREW" shirts and called us over to say "Johnny looks GREAT! He's doing just fine."
So it seems like there's not much to do except sit and wait and be ready to spring into Support Mode whenever the racers appear.
Will update again when there's anything credible to report (beyond the absolutely incredible so far)!
posted by James Waite
It was a busy Friday afternoon of almost non-stop activity, although none of it particularly gruelling. There was a mandatory weigh-in at the top of the mountain between 1pm and 2pm, which required a hike of 15-20 minutes from the top of Tweed River Road, which was accessible by car.
As Johnny neared the top, those on the way down suggested not to rush as the line up was very long. He was also warned not to curse, as there were several of the organizer's kids - each sporting a DR Volunteer shirt - milling around, and the penalty for cursing around them was burpees.
Shortly after summitting, a by-now-familiar and exhuberant "Johnny!" was called out by a fellow Death Racer from last year. He informed Johnny that alumni were given preferential treatment and he was to move to the front of the line. The weigh-in was done in secret, with Johnny reemerging a few moments later to begin the hike/drive back down to the Registration.
Registration took place between 2pm and 4pm, and Johnny arrived at 2:15 to a long line up. After a brief scramble to rewrite the contents of his pack on an index card (original misplaced somehow), Johnny was processed and given the following instructions:
- Sew your participant number (651) into the black compression shirt you were told to bring as mandatory gear, with letters at least 3" high
- Hike towards the shed with the silver roof, then follow the trail until you reach Aimee Farm
- Be at Aimee Farm by 6pm - the official start time of the 2012 Death Race
Shorlty into the trail, signs were posted on trees, with no explanation as to why, what their significance was or how they might (or might not) come into play throughout the race. Not surprisingly, racers paused to write down, note, sketch, etc. the various instructions, sayings and pictures they encountered. In total, there were close to 30 of them, some of which were clearly meant to instill fear ("Swim Test Ahead") or confusion ("Must Have Ticket").
A little over an hour later, the trail emptied out at Aimee Farm, to a beehive of activity. On entering the base camp, racers were instructed that they needed to complete three tests: a Strength Test, a Fear Test and a Swimming Test.
- Strength Test: Split 10 logs into quarters (or more) and haul 0.5 km uphill to stack at the Aimee Lodge
- Fear Test: Traverse a 30m culvert under the Interstate Highway (at any given point, 10-12 racers were in the culvert at the same time
- Swimming Test: Swim a 20m round-trip in a cold mountain-fed pond
On completion of the tests, racers were instructed to "cut this", "move this", "tidy this", "trim this", etc. Basically, they were berated if standing still in any way at all.
Shortly before 6 o'clock, all racers were called to gather at an area where several large ocean kayaks, lengths of very thick PVC pipe and a huge tire had been sitting the entire time. Told to arrange themselves into roughly equal groups near one of these objects, they were then instructed to lift them - as a group - above their heads. During the 10 minutes of standing with these objects held above them, race organizers and volunteers moved throughout and inspected the groups to make sure
that their item was fully aloft - not resting on their shoulders, on their head, etc. At one point, Joe Desena introduced Chris Long, to a chorus of cheers when Joe announced that Chris was down to 312 lbs from his highest weight of over 700 lbs. He then revealed that there are 39 tasks in this year's race, but that no-one was allowed to or considered finished until Chris' weight was 300 lbs or lower.
All the while, the racers continued to support the weight above their heads, and it was becoming clear that the physical toll on the arms was significant. However, with not much else going on, the question that was naturally forming in many spectators' minds was "How long are they going to have to stand there like that?" Standing there like that? Not long. Doing other things like that? Well...using a megaphone, Joe Desena announced the plan for the racers:
Keeping your item above your head, you have to move as a group across the road to the pond, where you will set the kayaks/pipe/tire down. At that point you will all get back into the pond (where the swim test had been done) and retrieve one of the hundreds of ping pong balls that will be floating. Each has a number, and that will be your group number. Once you are assigned a group, you will get back out of the pond, gear up, and once again lift a kayak/pipe/tire above your head. We are then headed out on a 25 mile hike through the woods, during which time those items cannot touch the ground. There will be additional challenges. You will do many burpees. Most of you will quit.
The group then moved en masse across the interstate, with traffic stopped several times to allow the different groups to cross. Once the items were set down, all racers sprinted back across the road to gather their gear and return to re-enter the frigid pond, which Andy pointed out was absolutely disgusting and likely festering with e-Coli given the amount of ducks, birds and other animals on the farm that used the pond. Andy then officially welcomed the racers to the 2012 Death Race, reminding everyone of the Peak Races slogan: People Inspiring People. When the microphone was handed over to Joe, who reiterated the rules of race (do as instructed), Chris and the target weight of 300 lbs, Andy walkd around to the far side of the pond to dump in a bucket of ping pong balls. Pandemonium broke out as the racers began swimming over to retrieve a number and then called out loudly to try and form up into groups, as instructed by Joe.
Once re-formed into groups and team numbers verified, Joe then called each group out of the pond one by one and assigned them an item. After the kayaks, pipes and tire were once again hoisted high, Andy led the way up the steep service road that served as the entrance to a series of roads, switchbacks, trails and paths that form a 25 mile loop which would punish the racers for the next 12-14 hours.
UPDATE @ 4:45am
- Peter, a race organizer, gave a brief update to some of the support crew that were awake and gathering around the fresh coffee pots
- The group is several hours behind the projected pace
- Racers are still hiking with the gear above their heads
- The first task, at Chittondon Reservoir, will be to re-gravel and grade a very long driveway, using the 5-gallon buckets on the mandatory gear list
- After that, it is expected that cold water swimming or kayaking will be required
- Given how far behind they are, they might leave the gear so they can jog out (8-10 miles)
- He suggested support crew go to sleep, then enjoy the area attractions and maybe go golfing, as they wouldn't be seeing the racers for another 8-10 hours
- 40-50 people have dropped out, most because their water supply ran out
- No provisions/restocking along the way, despite assurances that "water is available at the next checkpoint" - each checkpoint has simply been a random order drop all the gear and do burpees until ordered to resume the hike under load
- Those who dropped out had to hike themselves out 5-6 hours back to camp (no guides, no rides), including one guy who dislocated his shoulder when he slipped backwards in muck as the group stumbled and dropped the pipe they'd been carrying - directly onto his shoulder
- Lee, a race veteran, tore his ACL before midnight and lay waiting for several hours until two people could drive as near as possible and then hike in to get him and carry him out
- At least one racer has been taken to the hospital - recovering ok