1 Jacob Falgout 27.00 mph
2 Cole Leblanc 25.22 mph
3 Phil Barnidge 24.35 mph
4 Eryn Schilling 24.32 mph
5 Paul Howard 24.14 mph
6 David Leblanc 24.28 mph
7 Adam Falgout 23.71 mph
8 Martin Boutte 23.68 mph
9 Phillip Breaux 23.07 mph
10 Bo Deal 22.98 mph
11 Michael Kinler 22.57 mph
12 Thomas Stelly 21.62 mph
13 Brent Benoit 21.51 mph
14 Brain Theriot 20.61 mph
15 Amy Leblanc 20.01 mph
16 Ryan O’Brain 19.44 mph
17 Matt Reed 19.38 mph
18 Kevin Payne 18.46 mph
19 Will Craig 17.92 mph
20 Debbie Howard 16.42 mph
Thanks to all participants for taking on the new challenge!
A heartfelt thanks to Jennifer “Zipp” Lastraps, Saul Dupuis and Jesse Melancon for volunteering!!!!
A heartfelt Thank You to those who have gone before us, serving this great country! Also thanks to all whom are currently serving to preserve our freedom.
After having his bike build up by Mark Miller’s Precision Bikes,
just to be ready for a Tuesday training ride, it was party time!
Frank Camalo, known for Italian fashion and classic bikes, showed another side of his:
A fabulous host, chef and entertainer.
Both Frank and Peggy put on a wonderful evening!
The meal served was traditional Italian pasta, with meatballs and sausage.
The sausage was made per recipe that has passed down the Camalo generations and it was delicious. A tremendous pressure has come upon Frank to release this secret recipe….
Once available we’ll post it to this site…
Macca felt right at home and it seems he enjoyed some relaxing time with friends, while in the middle of a very hectic traveling schedule.
you’ll have the chance to hear Chris “Macca” McCormack speak at Red’s.
The event is hosted in Studio A
It is free of charge and you don’t have to be a member of Red’s.
Chris McCormack (born 4 April 1973) is an Australian triathlete, known affectionately to the triathlon community as Macca. McCormack began competing on international-distance courses in 1996, winning both the 1997 Triathlon World Championships and the 1997 ITU World Cup Series; to date, no-one else has won both titles in a single year.
After shifting focus to longer distance racing he displayed exceptional aptitude for the distance winning many races. McCormack won Ironman Australia in 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 and 2006. Twice he has finished the Quelle Challenge Roth, an Iron-Distance triathlon in under 8 hours, a feat only 5 other athletes have completed.
In 2007 he won the Ironman World Championships in Kona Hawaii after 6 attempts at the race coming as close as second, within 2 minutes of the winner, in 2006.
had to be canceled due to inclement weather.
Macca was held up in Dallas, TX and ended up flying in late that night.
He still got some swim-bike-run training in, here in Lafayette,
before competing in the first New Orleans Half Ironman.
Well Macca is coming back to Lafayette!
He will give a talk at
Red Lerille’s Health&Racquet Club
on Tuesday April 13th-2010 at 7:00PM
You don’t have to be a member and there is no charge.
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Brad Delcambre: 28:49 hrs
Keith Manuel: 28:49hrs
Congratulations to all, safe travels home! Who Dat???
I’ve never been one for writing up race reports. It’s not that I don’t want to write one, truth is I’m just forgetful and I never get around to it. This is what happened to my Bandera 50K race report. Bandera was no joke. A beautiful course over some of the most blistering terrain you can imagine. If any of you are looking for a challenge I highly recommend this race for splitting your skull open. Unless you have done some traveling to that part of Texas you literally have no clue what you are getting yourself into. Within the first mile I had cursed everyone I could possibly think of and it did absolutely nothing to help the situation. Bandera is a dangerous course if you are not prepared, so if anyone is up for the challenge please do your homework and get wasted. That way when you are passed out you can mentally project what it is like to run over boulders and cacti, as you will get none of that type of training here.
Now, off to the main course, this report is about Rocky Raccoon. It’s hard to summarize such an experience, especially when one is not a literary genius, (That means I don’t right so good.). The journey is not unlike Ironman, and the indestructible feeling of personal accomplishment, gratitude, and happiness last for days once complete.
Prerace: My training consisted of a whole crap load of running and eating an unfathomable amount of unhealthy food all while drinking enough alcohol to kill a small village. I don’t know what it was about this race that got me on this type of training regiment but it worked and I was still able to lose weight in the process. (For legality purposes I do not specifically condone this type of behavior)
My taper sucked, as usual. It’s just never any fun and about a week before the race the nervous system began going into overdrive. I had no idea what to expect, only stories, myths, and fairytales of the elusive 100 that lied before me. I was beyond nervous, and nothing was comforting. I stopped by Smitty’s house a few days before and saw all of his bags properly labeled with everything he was going to need, Mongoose definitely had a game plan. I knew any plan that I had would be null and void the second I started running so I used the play it by ear method. Actually slept pretty good the night before the race, all things considered. Smitty actually told me either I wasn’t nervous race morning or I had one hell of a poker face.
Loop 1: The first loop wasn’t so bad. Legs were a little stiff but I felt good. Keith and I kept a good pace. The only negative I have about the first loop is a wrong turn we took. I was following a group of runners that were in front of me and as it turns out we weren’t supposed to go that way. It added about 15 minutes to our total time. My legs were fresh so I tried not to let it get to me. I felt my nutrition was right and everything seemed to be going ok.
Loop 2: This is the loop where everything started going downhill. I started getting very nauseous and any types of sugary substances were not settling well. This can happen if your heart rate is very high for extended periods of time but I knew my heart rate was low as we were not running very fast. We still managed to stay on a great pace despite the issues.
Loop 3: The nausea had finally felt like it was going away until Mother Nature began calling me into the woods. I had to make 4 trips before my body said there was nothing left. I was eating Pepto-Bismol tablets as if they were candy. I still couldn’t eat much but after 60 miles my stomach finally decided to settle down. This loop also began to teach my body why this distance is so difficult. Around this time your body begins to feel the effects from the constant pounding of the ground. My legs began to ache, not in a muscular sense; it was my knees and feet. We lost some time on this loop and realized it would be a battle for the remaining 40 miles
Loop 4: Running at night in the woods sucks, plain and simple. You are constantly staring at your feet. When I would look up to see the beautiful night sky my equilibrium would get out of wack… so I didn’t do that anymore. My stomach felt great but the pain in my knees and feet started to become unbearable. You can feel it in your bones, every step you take is painful. It didn’t matter whether I was running or walking the pain was the same. At this point Keith and I were about 30 miles from finishing. We knew we could walk the rest of the way and still make the cutoff. I felt I could continue to run at a snail pace but honestly was a little scared. If I kept running I felt like I could seriously injure myself and have to take a few months off to recover. Around that time we saw Smitty who so graciously said “relax and enjoy the race”. I didn’t know how much enjoyment I could get out of the pain I was experiencing, but I did know the enjoyment I would get out of crossing that finish line. Keith and I pretty much agreed to take it in as slow as possible. We were going to buckle whether we came in at 25 or 30 hours.
Loop 5: We picked up John Fell and my buddy Kristin Wilson at the last aid station on the previous loop. They decided to come meet us with 5 miles left. I had called Kristin and he could hear we were struggling. The Dynamic Duo came to our aid with some moral support and decided to help us walk it in. We walked virtually the entire 5th loop. I wish I could tell you that the pain went away, as you would think from walking, but it didn’t. It was still a struggle, every single step of the way. Mile 92 was Dam Road aid station for the last time. It was at this moment I noticed I was tripping and not in a metaphorical way, I mean literally. My vision was impaired to the point I felt like I had taken a few doses of LSD. Around mile 93 we witnessed a guy stop to smoke a cigarette, still in astonishment on that one. I told Keith that we had started together and we were going to finish together. 28 hours and we walked the line at the same time. I felt the happiness overwhelm me as I practically collapsed to the ground, teary eyed and with buckle in hand.
Wow, what an experience. The pain and suffering endured during a 100 miler is a true testament to one’s character and willpower. I know this type of challenge is not for everyone, but for those who do wish to toe the line, I only ask for you to be true to yourself and your passion in life. You can not be afraid to fail, and you can not allow negative comments from others dictate your course of events. I do this because I welcome the challenge, I want to know my limits, and I want to know I am alive. I welcome the unbearable punishment for that brief moment of elation, knowing I just accomplished something that so many deem impossible.
Many great thanks go out to all who have helped me along my journey, starting out from my very first steps when I decided to start running. The day was May 5, 2005 and I remember it as if it were yesterday. Mark Miller, you are the man. Without your expertise and the inspiration I have received from your many years of Ironman, I would not have continued in the sport. Smitty, what can I say, you are a beast. I will follow in your footsteps no matter the challenge. Any day, anywhere, you name it and you can count on me; you will not tread the path alone. Keith, I am proud to have you as a friend. You have been there with me every step of the way; sharing with me some of my greatest accomplishments in life. Ironman and ultras alike, I would undoubtedly follow you into battle any day. Kristin Wilson, a true friend and pacer. Thank you for being there for me. We’ve been through a lot, but this meant more to me than words can describe. I am glad I got to share that with you. John Fell thanks for being a pacer as well. This guy was full of jokes and songs but after 24 hours of running I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or punch him. All jokes aside, it was very welcomed and appreciated, you helped make the best out of a flight or fight situation. Very special and most important thanks go out to my family. Without their help, support, and eagerness to deal with my insanity none of this would have been possible. I truly love you all.
Sitting on top of the world and waiting to race across the sky,
Brad W. Delcambre
As to why we do an
ironman, triathlon, century, metric100, time-trial, marathon, or some a 5k.
Nonetheless, we all get it.
I’ve been pondering it for some time and my attempt at an answer is found below.
I always get the question, either to my face or behind my back, “why would someone want to run that far?” He must be crazy or have issues. While both of those statements are very true, they are not the answer as to why. I’ve thought long and hard on my runs and in my idle time as to “WHY”. Below is a short treatise on what I think is WHY.
Are we a measure of what we are? Or, is our true measure found in what we are not? In truth, wisdom comes when we realize just how much we don’t know and temper ourselves.
Somewhere along the way, we, humans, have forgotten that we are animals. We ignore our limbic systems and primal ways in the name of humanity and what others might think about us. It is not conscience that makes cowards of us all but society and “fitting in”.
As I stated before….God made me for a purpose and when I run…I feel his pleasure (stolen quote). I feel that primal instinct that man felt so long ago as he ran through the woods in search of food, a new home, or a mate. Trail running brings me there and ultra trail running lets me explore my limits – one day – God willing – I will find out my true measure. Funny thing is, I doubt it will be at the finish line of a 100 plus mile run at high altitude, but standing in front of HIM (hopefully at a real high altitude). Nonetheless, I will continue to look for my breaking point and what I am not…in order to find out who I truly am.
Not too often, but often enough, I get to feel the transcendence on a long run. It’s a point where I feel like I am floating or being carried as I run, weightless if you will. It reminds me of a Bible verse and song I sing to myself when I’m in pain, “He will raise you up, as if on eagles wings”. Some have called this the runners “high”, where endorphins, the bodies own painkillers kick in full force. Forget all the science, for me, It’s when I feel HIS pleasure!
I can’t speak for the other idiots that run with me over the terrain and distances that I attempt to traverse, but that in a nutshell that is “WHY” I do what I do. There are other small reasons too, like when I see someone confined to a wheelchair or struggling to walk down the street. I can still run and I’ll be damned if I won’t. I do it because I can. Like Sir Edmund Hillary on Everest when asked why he climbed her, he simply stated, “because she was there”.
So, lace ‘em up, or get on that bike and go find your limits and what you will find is that there are no limits. Only those in your mind. The brain, our central governor, it’s what keeps us from killing ourselves by placing “limits” on us. Fatigue, pain, and reasoning are all part of its’ arsenal. Ignore these, turn off the governor and explore your true self, you will be surprised at what you find on the other side. For years man believed the 4 minute mile impossible, then they broke it, now any miler worth a damn can shatter it. Nothing has changed, except “believing”.
To truly know who you are, you better go find out who you are not. The usefulness of a glass is not in the glass itself, but in the emptiness within. You will never know just how useful until you overflow that glass.
(Enough writing – I’ve got a trail to go run mate)
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Cycling fans know that Roll, who has been teaming up with British cyclists-turned-commentators Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwen, covers the Tour de France race for the Versus broadcasts. To call what Roll adds to the Versus broadcasts mere “color” is to undervalue the visible spectrum.
“8 Things I Love About Italy” by Bob Roll:
1) SICILY—Sicily is so achingly gorgeous that when you see it, if your Oakleys aren’t stained with tears you should check your chest cavity to be sure your heart is still beating. Most Sicilians have relatives in the U.S., and wherever we raced there, we were given a gracious reception. There are=2 0Ancient Greek ruins everywhere that the locals don’t seem to notice. If you can imagine a vineyard and orange groves growing inside the acropolis you are on the right track. I raced in Sicily many times, especially at the beginning of the season, and found it to be invariably fantastic. The island’s reputation as a mafia stronghold has kept the tourism riff-raff to a minimum and is refreshingly void of shops selling themed rubbish. Is the reputation warranted? Well, one night during the early season week-long “Week Of Sicilian Cycling” every single bike, car, mussette, cap, tire, cable and shoelace was stolen from the team hotel where the whole professional peloton was staying. After negotiations with the proper local “family” all was returned and the race resumed.
But as beautiful as Sicily is, it nearly always breaks your heart. The Giro started there in 1989 and as the defending champs we wanted to get off to a good start in the Stage II team time trial. A feral cat, black as coal, wandered into Sean Yates’ front wheel while we were flying at 65-70 kilometers per hour on a long straight downhill about five kilometers from the finish. We went careening in twenty different directions upon contact with the said cat and never regained that time lost. Still, I will always love the Sicilian landscape and the warmth of its people.
2) THE FOOD—Be real. To die for. Italian food is serious taste bud delirium. Is it possible to gain five pounds during a three-week Grand Tour? Oh yes, I did it two times out of three tries. Only a snowstorm on the Gavia Pass prevented a perfect record of weight gain for me at the Giro d’Italia. It is virtually impossible to find a bad meal in Italy, from the pizza to the pasta to the gelato to the wine and espresso, proscuitto to calamari to cappuccino. Wait, forget all that and just eat the cheese and drink the Barolo. And don’t forget the bread. And the olive oil…you get the picture! Italians from every region have a serious love affair going with their food and will not hesitate to tell you that the food from their region in every village is by far the best. I never argue, or hesitate to drop in for the yum-yum.
The Italian diet is as close to perfect for a cyclist as any cuisine on earth; complex carbs, great, lean meats, plenty of fresh seafood, hearty soups, fresh veggies and fruits and truly satisfying desserts. No wonder so many great cyclists come from Italy.
3) POLLUTION—Pollution is obviously a worldwide disgrace. At least pollution produced in Italy is the by-product of some of the most beautiful consumer goods on earth. From the simple perfection of a Lavazza stone top coffee pot to the curvaceous lines of the Desmosedici Ducati, nobody does functional elegance as well as the Italians. Have you ever seen a Riva running about the Riviera? How about a Ferarri wailing down the autostrada? How about Pantani parting the mul titudes on his celestial Bianchi high on the mountain passes? Poetry in motion. In Italy, power without a dash of style is not worth the effort.
4) THE GIRO—The Giro d’Italia is the most beautiful bicycle race on earth. Of course, the Tour de France trumps all races in worldwide popularity, but it is a pale industrial behemoth compared to the natural splendor of the Giro courses. American participation in the Giro has been hampered by the popularity of the Tour de France to a certain degree and the realization by our top pros that it is the Tour and not the Giro that really pays the bills. Indeed, America’s best ever, Lance Armstrong, never raced the Giro, but won the Tour seven times. When Lance was at his best, could he have won the Giro? There is no doubt he could have. Lance’s preparation for the Tour was so precise it would have been ill advised to deviate from what became the perfect execution for Lance’s tour ambitions. I most certainly wish he had raced it, because I might have been able to cover the race for TV and get to spend another month in the land eternal. There was a time when many of the best felt like the Giro was the best way to get ready for the Tour. Hinault, Fignon, LeMond and Miguel Indurain all used the Giro to prepare for a winning ride at Le Tour. Greg LeMond was especially fond of the Giro as a preparation race for the Tour, but as the Giro changed in the late ’80s to suit a new galaxy of Italian stars, Greg abandoned using the Giro to get ready for the Tour. During the heyday of Francesco Moser and Guiseppe Sarroni (not pure climbers either one) from the 1970’s through to 1987, the Giro featured insanely long flat stages, punctuated with climbing stages that often times skirted the epic passes that were so prominent in Coppi and Bartoli’s days (both fantastic climbers). After Moser and Saronni retired, the Giro returned to the great climbs, and this enabled Andy Hampsten to win the Giro, the only American to do so thus far. The Giro traverses the Appenines which form a spine of mountains that runs north to south and when criss-crossed by the race makes even the early stages challenging. And thus, avoids the ten days of tedious flat stages that the Tour fans must typically endure before any fireworks in the mountains of France. Some of the Giro’s toughest days feature climbing stages just outside Naples, Rome and Florence. The verdant, fecund Po River Valley usually features stages for the flamboyant sprinters, personified by Mario Cippolini in recent years. Then, of course, the Italian Alps is the terrain so loved by the pure climbers. Recently, such luminaries as Gilberto Simoni, Damiano Cunego and the late, great Marco Pantani have flown over the Alps in regal majestry. Which leads me to the fifth reason to love Italy….
5) THE DOLOMITES—The rugged spires of these mountains shoot up nearly vertically and snatch your breath away when you see them. If=2 0there are more beautiful mountains, I’ve never ridden them. One hundred million years ago, the Dolomites were under water, and it is only recently that it was discovered that the Dolomites are actually a coral reef. Not only great climbs can be found here, but also marine fossils are common. The passes are now part of cycling lore and give us the great monuments that have come to be synonymous with our most brilliant legends. Legendary climbs like the Stelvio, Gavia, Marmolada, Sella, Pordoi and many more traverse these mountains and must be seen and climbed to believe. There is ton upon ton of hype in this world, but as cyclists, to miss seeing these mountains and climbing them at least one time is to have an incomplete cycling experience. One day we will all ride the Dolomites—if not in this life, then most certainly in their heavenly counterpart, the Kingdom of God.
6) THE WOMEN—And while we are speaking of heavenly bodies, I would be remiss if I didn’t say one reason to love Italy is the women. From Venus de Milo to Mona Lisa to Sophia Lauren, any red-blooded, living person can’t help but enjoy the scenery. The mind will drool and the glands will swoon and you will know that God is a man.
7) FAITH—Cycling in Italy has always followed a straight and narrow path parallel to many of the religious tenets of Italy. Reminders are everywhere, in the form of the Crucified Christ, that damnation and salvation are close at hand. It20is the cyclist in Italy who cannot help but resolutely pedal towards the latter. When you are constantly reminded of the suffering of the Crucifixion it is impossible not to reflect on the close ties between cycling and religious life in profoundly sacred places like the Vatican, Rome, Assisi, etc. For the pedaling spiritual pilgrims, all roads lead to the Madonna di Ghissalo chapel high above Lake Como, and to hear its bells peal as the Tour of Lombardia passes by is as close to a religious cycling experience as one can have. The Madonna di Ghisallo is a religious site, as well as a museum of the most incredible collection of memorabilia you could ever dream of. Of course, it has also become the first of four tough climbs during the closing kilometers of the Tour Of Lombardia where many a race-winning move has been launched. Claudio Chiapucci and I once passed by on a training ride, and the Padre came running out when he saw Claudio and begged him for his race-winning bike from Milano Sanremo, which Claudio readily offered. You may feel most certainly free to avert your gaze from the reminders of religious passion everywhere in Italy, but you can also groove to them and feel the miles fly by.
8) THE BIKES—If you don’t love the bikes made in Italy, you may have picked the wrong sport to enjoy. Pinarello, De Rosa, Bianchi, Gios, Olmo, Basso, Rossin, Colnago, Kuota, Quattro Issi, Pegoretti, Willier Triestina, Tomassini and many hundreds of brands you’ve never heard=2 0of litter the marketplace and joust for our attention, strained to the limits by each brand more beautiful than the last. And it is the racing that has propelled the technical advances we can enjoy from the bicycles of Italy. The grace and beauty of Italian bikes are a natural progression of the countryside and millennia of staggering artistic endeavor we’ve become so accustomed to.
EPILOGUE—You must ride your bike in Italy at least once in your life to have truly lived well. Taste the food, look at the monuments, marvel at the scenery from the saddle of a bicycle and you will be changed forever (mostly for the better, I promise). Sell your car or house and get yourself to Italy.