Friday, July 25, 2008

Sugar Mountain

We’re on the move again this weekend, this time to visit my mom who has been vacationing at Sugar Mountain. We joke that she is more excited to see Tassie than Marty or I. It’s only kind of a joke! Saturday we’ll get up bright and early and head to Burlington where Marty will be racing in the Mission Man sprint triathlon which is part of the TrySports series we sponsor (edit, Vegas has 50-50 odds that Marty will get up and race this tomorrow morning). I’m opting out and hoping to get some riding in right when we get there. Then Tassie and I will be cheering everyone on during the race. Afterwards we’ll continue our drive to the mountains. We’ll be back Sunday night, just in time to hang out with Paul Power, who has attended a couple of our camps over the years. Paul lives in Long Island and does not lack in the humor department. Here's an excerpt from his IM Lake Placid race report:

The bike, not to sound like an idiot, but took it super easy on the first loop and was psyched about my time started the second loop and knew I could either negative split or do the same time at least. Hit the 100 mile mark at right around 6 hours so knew I was on track for a 6:40 or so, so was happy as can be and feeling great. Then around mile 102 or so not really sure but it was on the road going up Whiteface my little handy man special pedal snapped off the bike. Dumped me down got a little cut up. Felt bad for the guy that passed me and blew out his tire on my sheared bolts. OOPS. Knew I had plenty of time to finish and was not going to let that ruin my day, put the pedal in my pocket and pretended I was on the trainer doing one legged drill up the mountain. Here we go! Was able to make it pretty much to the top of each hill had to walk a couple of times over the crests. Went about 4 miles or so to the aid station to see if they had tools almost was able to take a c-clamp and make a pedal but no luck. They called the bike support team but I decided to forge on. The guy was like you should wait. I told him to have them look for me on the course. He said how will they find you? I said look for the FAT GUY in a blue shirt pedaling with one leg! Well they came and fixed me up just in time for the last two hills which I had no idea where Papa and Mama bear (which were not that bad). And cruised into the transition and hour past my scheduled arrival time. Oh well, still knew I was going to finish.

2 comments:

rr said...

You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain.. that's one of my favorite songs, but I guess I never realized it was a real place.

Go Marty! And your friend Paul sounds like a great guy.. :)

martygaal said...

Thanks RR, I decided to sleep in and keep Bri company on a local bike ride.