Poppa’s been smooth since days of Underroos….

Yesterday marked the running of the tri geeks in tighty whiteys aka The Underpants Run.  Little do most triathletes know, but this run began as a means for locals to make fun of all the triathletes who like to walk around in teeeny tiny speedos with horrific tan lines in town.  Ironman Danish, BDubbs, Rae, and I participated in this ritual last year along with Nelson (Ironman Danish BFF who didn’t make the trip this year) and were all geared up to participate again this year, even shopping for the coolest underroos before leaving MIA.

They woulda been cool….

You’re welcome….

However, Ironman Danish has been really nursing a calf muscle strain and battled back from a bad spot with the help of Beyond Wellness doctor Katie Kreis, so, needless to say he is wary to do even the smallest run in undies without proper warm up and cool down/stretch session.  As a result, we skipped it.  You can thank us now for no pics of us in our underroos.  Also, Nelson was not here, really taking a little bit of the ridiculousness out of this event.

2011 With Nelson (with him this event is at least 19% more ridiculous….)

Where is Nelson this year one may wonder….lets just say he needs to put his training wheels back on the bike….

The rest of the day, well, was pretty mellow.  Historically, two days before ANY race, both Ironman Danish and I like to take as a rest day.  The Ironman World Champs is no different, and, BDubbs is on that same rest program.  Thus the day was spent lounging around the condo–which, I should mention, isn’t a terrible place to spend the day.  We even were able to catch a pod of dolphins frolicking–it was AWESOME.

I did venture out into the world to take some glamor shots of Fergie with her lei beachside and also to check out the expo.

Damn straight

Then we went to church

There was nothing much happening at the expo, in fact, I feel as though last year’s expo had more things I really liked for sale–this is a good thing, for my wallet.  One item, and it was not at the expo, spoke to me this year and it was a super sweet set of arm sleeves from Planet Sun Hawaii.

They match perfectly….

Luckily there was even more free stuff being given away.  Turns out, most of the SRAM guys mountain bike and were really happy when we asked to see the new XX derailleuer and they loaded us up with schwag.  I, in turn, loaded them up with some sweet Rose Bandit koozies!

Ironman Danish seems to be in a good spot and, has an AWESOME race number: 1606!  His pretty hate machine (aka his TT bike) is all charged (Di and all) and ready to rock!!!

The Ironman and I after a long day of lounging….

QOM Points: Part 2-ORAMM

It was much warmer on race morning, making at least that portion of the race more enjoyable than last year right away.  We lined up next to Dicky, Garth, and just behind Thomas and Jeremiah (no big deal just bumping elbows with celebs).  The gun went off and we were underway for my second ORAMM.  So rather than provide you with a boring race recap, I have decided to spell out why this race is awesome (the reasons this race is awesome are also, I believe, the reasons why I was going to have an enjoyable experience in CO).  I have also included a video here that documents many awesome parts of the ORAMM (I am RIGHT there in the start of the video):

1.  Black Mountain, the town.  We rented an awesome bear-proof cabin just outside of town.  This town is AMAZING.  It has great views, awesome restaurants, and is a stones throw from AWESOME riding.  I can’t say enough.

Ironman Danish checking out the vista at the end of the road where our cabin was…not too bad…

1.  Kitsuma–twice.  So, some might think that this sucks (I was one of these ‘some’ a year ago).  I, however, have sorta come to love this steep beast.  I impressed myself this year on Kitsuma (I should note, impressing myself is not an easy feat).  I rode the steep switchbacks even with a lot of walkers (of course, the photographer was not there to catch this) and somehow over the course of a year I learned how to go down hill fast (note: I still do not go up hill fast–damn it Miami!)!

Silly rabbit–tricks are for kids…

2.  Star Gap– hike a bike given new meaning.  I mean, literally, I would have a hard time WITHOUT my bike.  This thing is a SERIOUS hike.  Zone 5.5 really.  But, this hike a bike  is part of what makes this race so rugged and awesome(which this year was hiking both up and down ’cause of serious rains they have had that have cause major run off ruts).

3.  Heartbreak Ridge.  I remember wondering why it was called Heartbreak Ridge prior to racing the ORAMM last year–and, after racing, you know why.  Heartbreak=enough said.  This is not single track, this is half track.  On this trail, even pros are humbled into respecting the trail since not only is it narrow (making it technical), it is off camber with a straight drop off the side, and not exactly a smooth trail.  This translates into a slow Duffy, only descending at an average speed of 11mph, but that is the price one pays to get better technically.

Some guy riding Heartbreak

4.  The post race atmosphere.  So, you roll up to the finish line and are greeted by a pretty anti climactic scene (like most all MTB races).  You finish and are immediately reminded to go get your post race beer and food.  This doesn’t sound especially exciting, but when you bump into Jeremiah Bishop while in the beer line, you realize that this awesome event is made awesomer by how low key it is.  Even the pros can relax in the ice bath (aka mountain stream) after a long (well, not as long as my day) day on the bike.

Post ORAMM party

5.  This year, for me, the ORAMM was also an AMAZING base training event for my upcoming LT100….I mean, 8 hours on tight technical trails (vs my 8h 45min from last year!)–how could you ask for anything more?  (you could definitely ask for less time on these trails, and maybe next year I can do 7:45?)….

And, there are awesome views all race long! (luckily i didn’t look at them–eyes on the trail)

We returned home from ORAMM and two days later packed up the dogs, the bikes, and all our gear and headed out for Colorado.