Painteur does Solo, Solo does Painteur ?
It was definitely the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s a humbling experience. If you don’t know what you are made of yet, this one makes it crystal clear.
 I had mounted my 3 cameras on the canoe and lost the first one right at the launch through the shore break. That was of course my rotating cam. Then I re-rigged number 2 and lost a mounting clip which eliminated that one. In the ensuing melee the memory card on cam 3 got knocked loose so all I’ve got is escort footage.
The race had a false start and at 9 am the horn went off and within 15 minutes the ski’s were out of sight. I choose a northerly course. It’s a crapshoot and I promptly shot crap. The first 1.5 hours I was catching bumps and my GPS didn’t go under 6.8 mph. The closer I got to halfway the wind started to die down it got hotter and my speed dumped. At the 14 mile point the cramps started. I had to pull up and stretch. Took my electrolytes and after a couple of slow miles they kicked in and I caught my second wind. That didn’t last too long and even though I didn’t consider quitting, I questioned how my body could go 17 more miles. I probably pulled up 50 times from overwhelming cramps and restarting every time was tough. At times I did 10 strokes and stopped again. Sarah Gilman was outstanding with her support. She advised to keep paddling even if it was slow going. I had barely the strength to stir a cup of coffee. So when I finally came close to the island and the bumps were in my favor I still had no more bacon left to catch them. Out of 40 easy bumps I caught one. Everybody on the escort cheered me on and Sarah kept saying its mind over matter. That became my mantra. In the mean time Dana Adler crept into my view a mile to my left with half my stroke rate and walked steadily ahead. He made a smarter course choice by going south and at that point he had the better line. I was in survival mode and had I huli’d I would never have been able to get back up on the boat.
As I was coming to the last corner about 2 miles out I noticed Danas escort boat slowing down and he was half a mile ahead going slower. The last of my adrenaline started to kick in and mind started finally to beat matter. I basically started a furious all out sprint and I couldn’t believe my own body cooperated. Oh and the wind in the last 1.5 miles had picked up to about 15 mph coming straight at us. That didn’t help, but it cooled me down somewhat. Still my sprint wasn’t enough and Dana beat me by about 20 seconds. My hat is of to him. He took the smarter line and that won it for him.
I had my GPS set to auto-pause when stopped and it showed that I paddled 6:29. So with my official time being 7:20, I lost almost an hour due to cramps.
Basically my name was “Cork†for an hour,...just floating and cursing my cramps, my thong :) and the universe at large.
I have to admit though, it took 3.76 days to wipe the grin of my face!
Love you all,
see...,now I’m getting all lotional.
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