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I am a Warrior, hear me wheeze.

20 Monday Sep 2010

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“Mud, Sweat and Beer” the t-shirt states and it’s not wrong. Thoughts of Viking foolhardiness and drunken debauchery sold me on this event when I first ever read about it last year – what’s not to love.

I dozed off and on for a couple of hours on the 4-hour trip from Seattle to North Plains, Oregon. The previous night had started with the intent of a self-imposed curfew at 1:30am, to retain enough energy for heading south at 8am. Numerous Manhattans and Rum and Coke’s later, the bells chimed for 3am before sleep was to take the reins. I’m never sure what trigger breaks my comatose state at 7:00am but old faithful spared me any no-show embarrassment. Tired and attempting to stand in a slow-rotating room, the muted comment of “hangovers are in-keeping with warrior spirit for such a race,” seemed far from convincing.
Mike - Warrior Dash - Hornings Hideout, North Plains, Oregon - 6th September 2010 - 9Parking organization at the event is pretty abysmal. Arriving at an admittedly last-minute 1:00pm for the 1:30pm race didn’t help but as we abandoned the car and took off running to the sign-in booth, it was clear that it would have taken a miracle to park before the race had ended, let alone started. Our designated car-parker, relayed later how it had taken over an hour to inch through dust and gravel to the base of the valley – something that had taken around fifteen minutes to run.

Ten minutes to go before the start of the heat and everyone is loosening up. There are crazy costumes everywhere from expected warrior garments, to the Care Bears and even Boba Fett (although post-race, I considered how dangerous it must have been, navigating through a lake and over wet logs in that outfit). Runners are getting fired up for a fast race, others here for the fun and I, somewhere in-between, sporting half a smile and a slow-fading hangover.

The countdown ends and we’re away.
Mike - Warrior Dash - Hornings Hideout, North Plains, Oregon - 6th September 2010 - 8Initially held back with start-line stumblers, my stride eventually extends past a thinning crowd. Easing myself up near the front, I feel good, really good. The path turns to the left and drops downhill to a small stream crossing. This is not too bad, comfortable even, until the first hill appears and then, I lose it all. Mentally, I had prepared for some tough obstacles and average trail running, not crazy 45 degree punishers that poorly mediate a conference call with my heart and mind. Slower now, first to a shorter stride, then to a mediocre jog, finally, to a walk. Is this the worst of the inclines? Slight recovery and it’s time to press on. Picking up the pace again as the brow of the hill churns behind, there appears another hill seemingly steeper than the first, then another. I’m barely moving faster than a shuffle now and wondering how I’ll make it to the end.
Mike - Warrior Dash - Hornings Hideout, North Plains, Oregon - 6th September 2010 - 3Warning, Obstacle Ahead comes in to view and my veins pump relief through my bloodstream, content that the longest portion of running is now done. This is what I had been waiting for and braced myself for the chill of the lake, as I focused on the floating logs, blocking the route ahead. Reaching waist high, a pocket of silt suctions my feet, forcing me downward. I find air, stand, and fall again. I’m up again, clutching the first log which I can easily slide over with my lengthy, soaked body. Another log, then two more, followed by a short stumble through the liquid embankment. Dry land. Heels kick back, launching me forward as my lungs are insane for expansion.

The next obstacles and trail are a welcome reprieve. Hay climbing, netting, a bridge, dark tunnel; all simple diversions made a little more engaging with wet clothing and ravenous heart-rate. Time to find the dry path through the car bone-yard and ease past a few more people. Ahead is a woman in wedding dress, constantly checking her shoulder and increasing distance when I’m too close. She now sets my pace to the finish, as we push each other faster despite fatigue. Music increases in volume and smoke fills space between the trees ahead – finally, I’m at the fire walls. Thought of the finish line so near, fuels me to engage the flames as an ascending eagle, wings in mid-beat. Last corner. Mike - Warrior Dash - Hornings Hideout, North Plains, Oregon - 6th September 2010 - 10
So many screams from the sidelines to get dirty and I’m too willing to oblige. Stomach caressing the base of the mud pit, I cross my arms and snap forward under the barbed wire in angular, robotic movements. A quick roll of the legs over the top of the boundary and I’m out, sliding downhill, all the way to the home stretch.

The time isn’t on my mind as I gift seconds, teetering through the last of the mud and across the line to background cheers. I’ve made it, now where do I sign up for the next race?

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45 hours with Amtrak.

24 Monday May 2010

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Amtrak, Blog, Trains, Transport, Travel, USA

“It’s so much better than flying,” or so I’d overheard on a few occasions. Just how valid could that statement be, against a trip that was the same cost of flying but took almost forty hours longer? This, I needed to find out.

Amtrak has been around for 29 years, the name chiseled out of American interstate transport culture, along with Greyhound. Like its roadworthy kin, it has long since become an afterthought of travel planning, with crippling blows being hammered home by quick and cheap air alternatives. To set the record straight, pricing for an adult is not favorable if comparing with budget flights and online deals. Booking in advance and opting for a la-z-boy recliner as a bed, does reduce the Seattle to Chicago fare to the exact same $150 deal found for the flying alternative.
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Slow train to completion, in the lower 48.

05 Wednesday May 2010

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Amtrak, Blog, Growth, Lower 48, Road Trip, Travel, USA

Tomorrow afternoon I’ll be boarding the Amtrak in Seattle to spend 45 hours crawling to Chicago, hopefully involving some sleep and conversation with random travelers along the way. Having grown up in a country with a substantial train system, it’s been on my mind to attempt the same method of travel across states I’ve flown many times, and to see if the posters of yesteryear can still bully the senses with thunderous feelings of power, as iron and steel behemoths slice their way through never-ending landscapes.

I started my US travels in Chicago, on the 25th May 2007. It’s taken 3 years to cover the lower 48 states, after planning to do them all in a year. Things have changed a lot since those first days, especially when it comes to decisiveness and taking ownership. Even the downsides have been positively influential; the long path across this land becoming an incubator to thoughts and experiences that should have been realised 20 years ago. Getting a strong foothold and announcing your presence to the world doesn’t happen overnight. No matter how long it takes, once you’ve decided to make that announcement, you’re on your way – better late than never.

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