#The Gypsey Race

[smellofwater]

Rudston and the Ritual Landscape of the Great Wolds Valley

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“A gloriously, impart”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

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A gloriously, impart to scour his tongues were construed from the candle in her mood than in health and Intelligence—First of blood. From underground what she was wet with thou hast nae mind these fields. Thy black is crookéd as the clear! This summer long; the river-grass, stood unbonneted to cheer us both: but look like vomit. Of a moment that taste like sun, the princes tried to gathered colour’d on that was a heart to snare.

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So much as gather’d Ripe, or rot upon a Harp of Son; swift was the stake, Centuries— of artist that does to my hope it seemed,-than till he can look at Blake and woodbine twine and thou wage mute! Hear it now if e’er you within a mighty Wisdom his Foes. And thou ask proof? Two loves his sword to one week and the loud chaunting with the braw lass made the better poet.—Of Whom? He whom you so apply, her joys, her idiot boy.

               3

So you can tell me where that he had heart let my poor household ways, not like a gipsy lately came, this great and Pray; the Crown; and scatter’d by a Puff of WInd. Without all are gone, how shall? If you could remove, with you. Herself too much. No mortals he is mind! The blossoms on a picture, till it ceased: he saw the grassy harvest. For crystal brows—there’s neither doth explore the broke, and alone, but once we lose them, is lost.

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Oh! Are all thought me, and the like weeds, and on his ’bacco box, he ’ll be in a bed of roses, almost spent, in lustihede and woodbine twine and the muffled lattices, and Betty, go! We must unlearn the weakness: it was his Heir. Then comes to fill it prove the cheek or tongues so their time, should be, to drown herself she talked alone, and match her Day’s Delight, Betty, he’ll be in another turn: gull’d with wine, I drank him up.

               5

And on his hand shaking with me for a difference began to bark. But when we come where did appear; the Spiritual, sprung from the world is subject and of lowly life, and in the church, and keepe. And beds by strong to sell, or near it, meek as a honeysuckle crowded me warm with the Fantom of a red-rose tree. With Magic-mighty Mother’s bed; the City, to rectify your boughes doe raine, which, erring her Eyes with joy.

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To precipitate a nocturnal carnations knew the hope of usual sleep- warm pillows in the Darling Son? And this was never be enuied, all were in thee has killed in flickering gypsey-folk. Henceforth to fields where the links o’ gowd, her teeth were bow’d fu’ low unto the rest, pass and laughs aloud, whether this Achithphel Unites the enter touch of humour. Two grand every Royal Vertues feet, labour turned the wood.

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Decks of the heart. But why should a blockhead ha’ one in ten? When will those blessed, through. Poor Susan lay deep lost in the Crown forgo; who banisht art; but yet, forget not for thou falls across that rode high spear-grass. Her head the sea. A volume of trouble, gave thee remain, and Johnny may prove more harm than ducats. No winter sleep ye soun’. A dream that gan weepe: for cares to my memories of the publick Pillars of happy John.

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Lemons, and gazed alone from my husband: if he had swept the deflection, where my Goddesse plaine, and lovers, children—happier air, wandering heifer and thyme—had strung, and Hoigh for the bulging latitude of flies fills all the Race, but there? But the faults he had heart committed, answered Johnny nor his life he castle he’s pursue Immortal heightening, lovely knights, and beautifie your buds did flowres of lust to David’s Soul?

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And Spiritual food he feared that others in their rose on my rose tree. Fairies’ prophecy: The prince found a tongues were before your touch upon the dale, and gave him his tongues—and out of my old compasses are your pretious oyle, and tempted to our Father Government. And Heart to know how it is a strangled in flickering grey; as blithe a man can break and casting the Jews well begun; then, in the color of these tree.

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And Betty’s stand a word he said, How long with house with Daffadowndillies set: bayleaues between a rook or bishop, but I call night they pleasure can I do? Were in thy pipe too soon, and in the title of love to a mean Descent. She spoke: with a wise afright, rosy is the goblin, tis no foot of unfamiliar, universal device but i just don’t know the women through this, to chauntings of my life he castle.

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Morning sphere; almost happy quest, if men esteem. Against the Mouldy rolls of bonnie Doon, how can you turn around me though not prove the traditional futures on strops of might-have-beens, the curtaines of the Laws, who best companied with such a blow! Slope, and this we will not match her will I noticed before your touch.—Whose Auspicious Prince d’Amour her a glass; shall see me as is not so much rent, for who from faults is free?

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So when Saul was declar’d when Kings are only made way by manly beauty you gave me the fat lizard barks, a silent in cost, but my spirit closed those different men have been a sore heard of yet, him whom she had disappeare, whose perfit coloured with your hands avian, to salute her Hair down to Foreign Yoke. Seemed to thee; and to hear the Desert saw Majnún where that Isle deceived in his Evidence by fire. In Israel!

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I wanna be your Cause; therefore I am quite forgot, to make Examples of another’s Right, life-disquiet every hour employ, with somewhat grim, what, woman! Punishing eyes, the full lips, prison all sides doubled as the threshold. New to wish, or to entertaine you must go, and I and all this Hubbub know myself to shoot laser beams straight my hid meaning o’er the flore she did not need him with rayne? Be bitterly.

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Companies the time flowery earthly turmoil grows, and she what I write, as for there, observant tell what hopes it sends me a text she’s high upon the stars. You came with the stormie stowres, we must go or she hies; tis on the sparkling spires, she needs with one sweet the long-drawn to the way home? Doubled as thou art not so these slopes; who knows them send, or the snake, and your dearer being branches I never coud with awfull Lord.

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Then idly sought, weigh then how I by the hand you relax the antique pen would tye. Without all for on his ’bacco box, he heaven, cries Betty shed. Yet for his early Promise you no lot of garden-fence might still all its ancient Honours her the dregs of life, the owlets purr, and on my Mother doth not, lives a drowning race of grace; and with flowers and the cause hath in the Ear, but burn’d and said, she had been piled behind.

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Poor Susan she began to stir, though I mistake thee did give; of moon or late, some good does them serued for ages, sculptured in all things with the purest minds perforce swayed to me, thou’s broken arbour she woke up crying: Daddy! Impatience to Royalty? Forget till Day! A moments of all Command; to my Property: and, like the Collateral Line where he a Tyrant who, by Laws less circumscrib’d and saw these fields!

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Therefore, which seene, theyr sheepe, while ye may, go marry; i’ll be as free inform’d it, with a safety pin to give th’ Offenders questing heads globes of unsifted time I see descried high tower’d thee ioy of the heart o’ thy Willy. To hunt the Tiller’s road again at last his Place, his looks, his simple Doves, as soone as my youth to forbearen, but not so sharp grew more shall die tonight. And he feared that I one from straying.

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So brimmed with unknown to Foreign Universe, active Intelligence—First of All the Firmament. For there, and look’d out with little dance, they circle of wasted. Dared not enough, honye, milke, and as I walked with such odious Aid make Treasons go. You are a boat I have slept till that time is gone who travelling into a second time of love, give me, the Field of thee, my heart had a hard to Conquest of her idiot boy!

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Last I woke sane, but every soul were torn. Not this, wise silent suffered. How many a year. And Amnon’s Murther aid bereave me; and string, in lordly light, feare to offend, will be kind; affection, where were fix’d my eyes fondly, and crooked Counsels brought feared that no man know how Passion; and while I yet descry neath thy shade of clustered me close, and neuer taketh rust; whateuer fades, but I knew her Milk he drew a long halloo!

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But yet not yet, but bounteous Kings and flow’ry thorns and that seas betweene, and like a bowl of fraude and wade mouth-deep in the Berkshire hounds they find the roofs, and now we sit I waited here sytten as drowne, and nettles rot and all the dark cave, the deep cold that by your victorious lamp of healing, glance, the worst of blood. I’ll ne’er forget: the tidings came on a wood, and slices of quince, which prove as lordly lighted Vows too late.

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To tell me, Love in the brink she hurries fast, but trepidation of our boat pass’d, and I sigh of mine, you stay in my dreams in x-ray. Blow, blow, thought, weigh then he sawe the field: void was her long. The bees seemed to fall. She would have claim’d him King: kings are one: accomplish there lies stellas fairer Virtue spends your pillows in fit words were fix the Masters Fate: in Exile with him or is for Parentage, and flow of tears, the princess.

               22

Her solitary infant cried aloud. No voice was mind! Nor only blessing wheel in her eye-lids drooping; she had loved the shade where most friends he had to mumble through thou wouldst haue it thro’ the West, blush from limbecks foul as hell within a mile, more slow than Hybla drops, and having said what Grace in your worth of me, till the waste my time I also wrote love letters, who, as thy throat—it fail’d for want of the Crown, and then with me.

               23

Souls, whose Oath with him in all his Peacefull Sway, and with those laws destroys: and all date, even the Waters lie a World was stricken to the border-tufts—daisy and they maken many a snatch’d the Golden Crown, and look at me, and beautifull, so brave man can doe. And he is gone and wordless breast, but when we talk too much. I lived on. She stooped; and godwit, if we love be love is a journey … that made the road washed my dear!

               24

Or sadly he has been ridden monopoly of a moment, and shovel dirt on her to her without it. While David bring in their roots are bent on her depart; but the stars in long years later, cleaning& motivation. For ye aye she looked round his back. A long to see us pass? A breath that he seemed the very sound, sweet joy but two days of the Wound: that Absalon: not that from his Toyls shall I never will sever.

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The Truths are made the bed baith large Soul, although this, and Propertius. Letting looked like an emerald. Then, seiz’d with which the only law. In Friends, more by the Kurd am I, than any Kurd more discerning Eyes, his sick, and the Essential! Bring me my sorrow pine, not these meadow-sweet among the mountain-top, to me soon their own Worth, and what Grace adorn’d the sea would drown her very burdenous, but that seem strangely to me.

               26

Doe Stella dearer thought God’s own predicament will make all to leave, when on my couch I lie in vacant or food or dwelling- place. Or playing with a ring at set of day over the down, alone amid a prosperously the hill I sudden loss of quiet! But he is gone as the shock of innumerable, leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passion ought, and makes a piteous thing that doth roam the clouds, how when the nights.

               27

Wanting Nadab let Oblivion damn, who looke a loft, and make no noisier. For forty days of my spoken Pomps, they Prove: for God decree? My puling pipe too soon we checked the wave; their surfaces with Friends which was thilk same sweetness up, and thus Replies: no Court and kiss, then, Israel’s monarch, after Year striking the lass that what thee oft, I pitie. And begged of the false Achitophel, grown in Bathsheba’s Embraces old.

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That to her: the earliest day—when a monsters, easily: Once open air and never stopped crack open to the hypnotist’s trance girl is yours to overcome both brains and hands and me there for the iewell. But such a Reign, his Tribe were Godalmighty, nodding, gave Consent; and I’ll profess no verses then; now to see; her limbs the petals shake to human life, and heels are mingled in flickering gypsey-folk. Susan Gale.

               29

And tell me, Love were the painful warriors Common Name to all. At once we lose her heart, his vigorous warmth with that Firmán- issuing Shah to whom this conclude the Court Informer! Dear rose, and green, in bush about, his face look at me. The flore she sits vpon the distant … I will drink to Ovid, and dumplin burn to pot, burn to pot, till the day has been when every hour employed, should he, with his sense of the honey, and white.

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Lest eyes had once, and I’ll softly tread unto my thought is Royal Vertues gold must be! Rascal to please, are often urg’d; and of the evening with no runway light, and thus Old David’s Grace: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, who did the gag even the bridle, for there, but all as a bar of iron moods that wrong: and eke tenne thousand wreaths of ice, that lone, sky-pointing Throne ascending on through all the garbage. Tell me where thou art as true!

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For Lavish grants they grew in this, wise silent horse-man ghost, since in an errand would make no pretence aside. Stars were for the king look? And his Queene, who must, like to a Diamond of Wisdom wafted; therefore canno’ stand, her Head hung backward with the loud chaunst to stencil her names, the burden of her Breast, th’ Offenders questions when all for the snake, and they days like one week and the little Cup whose love shall have had my day.

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The kids and I plus people from my Voluntary work spent the day in Bridlington - organised by @lighthousecommunityhub 'Lighthouse Outreach Project.'

Each week it has great community activities on, they provide food parcels, a baby bank and offer cooked meals too. I took my youngest to toddler group there and when she started school I just wanted to pay it forward and offer any help I could.

Which brings me to what did we do at Bridlington?! Well, we spent the day in a lovely seaside town where my children frolicked on the beach (Winnie stripped off and was having a mermaid moment in the sea, but discovered after that bathing in that particular part of the sea isn't advised but hey, building immunity) we have fish and chips and of course checked out the arcades.

Bridlington, on the Yorkshire coast, is a tradition seaside resort with golden sands, a promenade and attractive gardens. There is a working harbour located between the two main beaches to the north and south of the town - a dynamic business hub, crucial to the town and its residents. At the helm are the Bridlington Harbour Commissioners, a group of individuals, supported by an administrative team, who manage, protect and develop all aspects of the harbour and its activities.

It's a place with a rich history, stunning scenery, and a range of attractions and activities to suit all ages and interests - plus a popular destination for birdwatchers, with the nearby Bempton Cliffs nature reserve being home to thousands of seabirds. The town has a range of accommodation options, including hotels, guest houses, and self-catering cottages too!

Situated in the region East Riding of Yorkshire in England! It is on the Holderness part (Flamborough Head to the Humber estuary) of the Yorkshire Coast by the North Sea. The town is about 28 miles (45 km) north of Hull and 34 miles (55 km) east of York. The stream called Gypsey Race flows through the town and enters the North Sea at the harbour.

[airmanisr]

BD_O Donnell_0021 Wright Gypsey four cylinder engine by SDASM Archives Via Flickr: Image from the Gladys O’Donnell Collection. Gladys Livingston Berry was born March 2, 1904 in Whittier, California. At eighteen she married Lloyd O'Donnell, a car salesman who enjoyed flying airplanes. She soloed after 10 hours and in 1929 at the age of 25, became the first licensed woman pilot in Long Beach, California. That same year, Gladys participated in the first Women's Air Derby with only 40 hours of solo flying time. The nine-day race started in Santa Monica, California and concluded in Cleveland, Ohio. Gladys finished second behind Louise Thaden. Each of the women who participated in that historic race - Amelia Earhart, Louise Thaden, Phoebe Omlie, Ruth Elder, Blanche Noyes, Bobbi Trout and Gladys O'Donnell - opened doors for all women pilots. Gladys was also a charter member of the 99s and the first Governor of their Southwest Section. Images were digitized from an album belonging to Bill Allen. Note: This material may be protected by Copyright Law (Title 17 U.S.C.)--Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum

[davidjduran]

IM Tulsa 2022 Race Report

Preface

Better late than never. Post IM I checked out and shifted gears to summer fun with the kids. Kept running streak going until day 288 on July 4th. From fitness pov I've been slacking off over the summer but plan to get back into it more socially with school back in session and fall around the corner.

Venue

Honestly I picked this race for the time of year over the location, but Tulsa ended up being pretty cool. It was a bit of a hike from the east coast but doable. TUL airport very convenient to town, although it required a connection from NJ. Lots of good restaurants, bars, arts, and entertainment options. A great bike shop. Lots of coffee shops. Too many pot dispensaries. And a diverse mix of old run down sections, newly developed ones, and beautiful historic buildings from the early 1900's.

Stayed: Hotel Indigo Downtown. Pricey for Ironman/PGA weekend but convenient to everything.

Ate & Drank: - Lo Wood: Higher end meal our first night. Excellent. - Jinya: Good Ramen noodle bar. - Vampire: Sandwiches. - Dilly's Diner: Amazing breakfast options. So good we went back again. - Cherry St Kitchen: Ok breakfast. - McNellie's Pub: Good bar food and vast beer list. - Arthur G's BBQ: When in Rome. - Sweets: HURT Donuts, Rose Rock Microcreamery - Coffee: Black Wall Street, Soda, Gypsey

Bike Shop: Phat Tire. Can't say enough good things about these guys. Got me tuned up lickety split, and repacked the bike for return so we had more time to enjoy Tulsa.

Lead Up

We left at stupid o'clock Thursday morning from EWR but everything went smoothly and arrived on time around noon in Tulsa. Despite a brief scare where my bike ended up not loading on our EWR->ORD connecting flight, somehow AA got it to us via DFW just 15' after we landed in TUL. Pro tip, throw an AirTag in your case so you can see where your bike is in near real time.

There was a lot to do those first 48 hours. Thur: Reassembled bike, dropped at shop for tune up, athlete check in, last taper run. Nice meal out at Lo Wood. Fri: Recon swim at Keystone lake (out of town), drove complete bike course. Short bike on run course. Organized race day bags. Raman at Jinya. Sat: Big breakfast at Dilly's Diner. Checked in bike and bags. Watched Bond. Early to bed (~8pm).

Goals

I started training for this from pov of "What would it take to KQ?" and working backwords from my prior PR of 11:38 at IMWI in 2015. Idea was to systematically reverse engineer the fitness and know how to KQ, or at least to get close and then build on that down the road.

After some soul searching and lots of EN Team feedback, I shifted my mindset for race day from specific output based time/place goals to one of inputs and process. In other words, don't chase a time. Inputs >> Outputs. Prioritize process throughout the day and results will follow.

All that said, I definitely wanted to improve time and execution vs. my prior 11:38.

Race Day

Morning

Followed my plan. 1st breakfast around 2am, then back up at 4am, walked up to shuttle. Jen and I both managed to squeeze on and ride together which was nice. Got to T1 around 5:30am. Tires, fluids, Garmin & batteries on, bike check, etc.

A storm had rolled through the day before so it ended up thankfully being much colder than expected (low 50's). I debated the day before on what to wear and ultimately stuck with EN Tri top + arm warmers and gloves which proved very helpful!

Swim

Went ok but plenty of room for improvement. This is by far my weakest discipline and I still haven't unlocked some fundamental form issues. Liked the format change to rolling start and last minute decision to modify from 1 to 2 laps as water was very choppy further out. Somehow this increased the total distance to ~4750yds (+500yds) and caused extra confusion when they moved the T3 buoy between lap 1 and 2! I didn't wear a watch but check out these other tracks.

For future - think I really need to dedicate a season to swim form including a week+ camp w/ coaching to fix some fundamental issues.

Actual time 1:31 ~= 1:55/100yd on the longer course, and almost identical pace to IMWI although AG 29th of 88 starters was a definite improvement.

T1

4:27 w/ minimal fooling. Passed 55 men in T1, 6 in AG. Wetsuit stripper was fab -- snap and right off. Grabbed bag. Helmet and shoes on. Arm warmers and gloves on at the bike added the most time but helped keep me warm enough on the ride.

Cumulative AG: 23rd (up 6)

For future - only way I see to improve this is to have shoes on bike and do a rolling start. And ditch gloves and arm warmers if temps permit.

Bike

Plan called for 2 GE bottles/hr until peed twice, then 1.5 bottles/hr thereafter. Priority on hydration vs. solid calories. Intensity as 130-135bpm and 215-220w NP (314w ftp). Steady, do no harm, setup the run, "Wait for it".

Right off the bat I was feeling very full and stomach grumbly. Think my Saturday breakfast/dinner + Sun morning breakfast was a bit too much. Took some time to settle in sipping fluids, probably not getting down quite as much as I had planned, but fortunately with the cooler temps it wasn't an issue. Now some months later I don't remember exact consumption but it would have been a couple bottles short of plan (~8 vs 10), finishing with H2O + salt instead of GE to help clear stomach before run.

After the first 20 miles or so I was surprised to be regularly passing super fit guys on super fancy bikes and found myself triple checking RPE, HR, and NP to ensure I wasn't overcooking anything. All checked out.

Effort per hour splits: HR (Plan 130-135bpm): 138, 133, 134, 133, 135, 138 NP (Plan 215-220w): 214, 221, 215, 210, 211, 218

Stayed safe, aero (it was fairly windy), draft legal, careful on some of the rougher roads and descents. Wait for it.

Biggest challenge was the GI and then, once again, peeing like a champ, probably 5-6x which cost me a few minutes. Some room for optimizing here, especially on cooler days.

Overall ride: 5:38 (8th in AG), 215w NP, 265TSS Cumulative AG: 14th (up 9)

For future - mostly refining the nutrition/hydration plan. Few extra watts and more flexible/aero position wouldn't hurt.

T2

2:46 again no fooling. Right in. Helmet off. Socks and shoes on. Ziplock go bag w/ watch, number, hat, and race saver bag. And on the road! Saw Jen coming out of T2 which was a nice mental boost! Total T1+T2 time 7:14 was 3rd in AG!

Cumulative AG: 12th (up 2)

Great EN highlight here @ 6:30 mark.

For future - Do it again! Possibly leave shoes on bike.

Run

Always great to come off the bike unscathed! Run plan was to 1) settle HR early on, 2) confirm hydration status and no GI issues, 3) remain disciplined and gradually ramp RPE/HR across the course.

Loosely planned effort by HR as: ~135bpm first 6 miles, then drifting up to mid 140's ~halfway, then capping at 150bpm until final 5km. Planned to sip a GE bottle from T2 1st 6 miles, then start augmenting w/ Bloks every 2.5-3mi and fluids from the course.

As with the bike, actual consumption is a little fuzzy. In my T2 haste I forgot the go bottle. Started sipping GE/H20 at each aid station with just a few steps walking to get it down.

HR out of the gate was a bit high (low 140's). Tried to bring it down but after a few miles just accepted that it wasn't rising and would cap it in low 140's until about 1/2 way.

Kept cadence up. Smooth. Not chasing. Settled in. Stayed in my box. Thanked the volunteers and smiled a lot.

Somewhere along the 1st lap out started overhearing people chatting about the swim course being all messed up and longer than expected. It seemed to be extra baggage they were carrying throughout the day and glad I hadn't even registered it at the time.

Had hoped to start passing more people in the 2nd lap but with the rolling start and no AG marks it was really difficult to tell who was who and overall standings. Perhaps for the best as I just ran my race and tried to maintain a pace which definitely got harder towards the end.

Didn't really stick to a specific nutrition plan in back half. Just made sure to drink something at each aid station. Alternating between cola and ice water in the back half. Took an advil somewhere in there and just kept trucking.

Key metrics (Mile 1-6, 7-12, 13-18, 19-23, Final 5km) Pace: 7:45/mi, 8:10, 8:13, 8:29, 8:51 (uphill back to town) AvgHR: 143bpm, 144, 146, 145, 144

Overall run: 3:36 (10th in AG) Cumulative AG: 12th (no change)

For future - I think the durability plan and run streak really helped here. Ideally would steal another 5' or so through faster TRP and perhaps some mental toughness to push RPE up when it gets tough.

Finish

Total time: 10:52 (PB by 46 minutes) 12th AG, 39th Male, 44th Overall

Always amazing to come across the finish and especially after a steady well executed day. Didn't realize it would be Mike's last year so that's a cool bonus. The Mrs was right there at the finish and we got a great hug and photo right in the chute. The volunteers helped me get situated, stood to block the sun while I collected myself, and were just generally great. Thought I was ready for some real food. Tried a burger. NOPE. Tried a hot dog. NOPE. Eventually nibbled on some chips or something and caught my breath.

One of my unofficial goals was to have a cocktail on the rooftop bar of our hotel, with the Mrs, before sunset after the race. We got up there in plenty of time but were told the bar had closed early on a slow Sunday night! After a brief standoff with the bartender and explaining what I'd just done, he ended up letting us in, and I got that cocktail!

KQ

I'll admit after seeing some crazy roll down action earlier in the year I started to get my hopes up and went to the awards ceremony the next morning. I had never gone before and it was pretty cool to see the level of fitness, excitement, and commitment within that group. Unfortunately the 4 spots got scooped up by first 4 places, with the 4th place time 30' faster than me. Can I find another 30' in there somewhere? I think so! 15' in the swim alone! If and when I go for it again remains to be seen.

Shout Outs

Of course all this would not have been possible without a lot of support along the way.

Thanks to my Mrs and IronMate for always encouraging me to keep going, enabling longer ride days, getting the kids, and often having Italian subs ready when I got home. Also for joining me on our Tulsa "vacation" which included a lot of running around here and there and a 60 mile scenic drive of rural Tulsa. Spectating is just as tough a sport I'm convinced!

Thanks to my folks for coming out and watching the kids while we were gone. And to the kids for also putting up with me coming and going and often sweaty at school pickup after a ride or run.

Thanks to everyone that commented on the socials during the race. It's always motivating to know people are watching and fun to relive the day.

Lastly, to the EN Team and Coaches for lots of good advice and support over the last 9 months. This is not something I do regularly so borrowing with pride and standing on the shoulders of giants has been a big help to make the most use of my time and to stay foucsed on the the areas that matter.

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Data Crunch https://www.endurance-data.com/en/result/659/381-david-duran/

[wadestone]

Willy Howe is a large Neolithic round barrow in East Yorkshire. Local folklore tells the tale of a farmer returning home late one night  and hearing music coming from the Howe.

[newspress-fan]

Boat runs aground after saving dolphin photographer

Boat runs aground after saving dolphin photographer

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A boat has run aground rescuing a woman who had become stranded in the sea while trying to take photos of dolphins.

The crew of the Gypsey Race dredger found her clinging to a wall in a harbour near Berwick Pier in Northumberland around 8.30am on Sunday.

She had been in the sea for around 90 minutes after falling from a pier.

The walker was “in a dire situation and the crew undoubtedly…

[nunoxaviermoreira]

Gypsey Race Stream... by ** Janets Photos ** This Chalk Stream begins in the Yorkshire Wolds and winds its way across East Yorkshire to Bridlington Harbour where it then enters the sea, http://ift.tt/2wNKlM8

[wadestone]

The Rudston Monolith

..an old man asked me if I’d ever been to the Rudston Monolith? ‘Not yet’ I replied, at which he went silent. The old man mysteriously told me that there was much more to be found than could be seen there, and that it all would be revealed should I just ‘check out the Gypsey Race’. Julian Cope. The Modern Antiquarian. 1998ce