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Friday, July 25, 2014

XTERRA Mountain Championship: Just Call Him "Coach"

  A funny thing happened on the way home from Maui last October.  As we walked up to the airline gate prior to boarding, we ran into Arnie and Jackie Rovell, friends from college, whom we had not seen in close to 30 years.  As we were catching up and trading reasons for being in Maui, Brent - naturally - talked about XTERRA.  Arnie was intrigued - he had a mountain bike! - and said that he wanted to do an XTERRA race.
  Fast forward to July 2014.  After numerous phone conversations over 7 months,
in which Brent would give Arnie suggestions on equipment & training, and one trip to California where Brent was able to cheer Arnie on as he competed in XTERRA Renegade, Arnie arrived at casa de Bieshaar for the final preparations before the XTERRA Mountain Championship race in Beaver Creek.  Arnie lives in the San Diego area, so he needed to acclimate to the elevation in Denver prior to going up to the 8100' base elevation in Beaver Creek.  Additionally, he was able to tag along for two weeks of Brent's training regimen - the final push before the big race.
  While it's true that Brent has had a little trouble sustaining the motivation that drove him through 24 races last season, apparently his workouts are still in the "I think I'm gonna' die" range for most people.  Around here, our peer group consists of people who do crazy athletic events as a matter of course, so we tend to lose perspective of normal.  Oh well.
  Soon enough, Jackie arrived from California and we headed up to Beaver Creek.  Friday was spent previewing the course, catching up with our XTERRA family, and just enjoying beautiful Beaver Creek.
  Though the excitement of the weekend is usually the race, Brent managed to make Friday evening memorable:  we had returned to the condo after our sushi dinner (some things never change), and the guys busied themselves with all the pre-race chores.  Brent was going to take an epsom salt bath, so he started the water in the tub while continuing to get his gear ready.  As he walked from the bedroom into the living area, the bedroom door swung shut behind him.  And locked.  With the water still running in the tub.  Oh nooooooo!  (This door was built like a front door - solid and heavy - there would be no kicking in the door)  While I was still processing the magnitude of the problem - and trying without luck to find a key - Brent (who was more like The Flash than Captain America)was down two flights of stairs to the garage in search of a ladder.  Lo and behold, an extension ladder was near the garage entrance, just waiting for him to find it.  He brought it around to the balcony (luckily, we were on the 2nd floor and not the 4th!), climbed up....drat! The sliding glass door was locked!  Down the ladder, move it over to the open window, yank the screen off and in the room!  He turned off the tub faucet with about an inch left before overflow! Thankyouthankyouthankyou....Thank you, Lord, for a quick-thinking Brent and extension ladders!
  Compared to the tub episode, race day was pretty calm.  Despite some pre-race jitters, Arnie got this whole business figured out and had a great day.  (I believe he was even caught smiling a time to two).  Brent felt like he struggled during the swim (he always says that at Beaver Creek),  but ended up 3 minutes faster than last year, and with his highest age-group place for this course.  All in all, there was no room for complaint. (OK - let's be honest - there was a lot of complaining...but nothing that Jackie and I really needed to listen to.)  Saturday afternoon provided the opportunity for lots of calories to be consumed, and the inevitable rehashing of every detail of training and the race.  Arnie was able to laugh at the trials his coach had put him through, realizing that it had all paid off.  He did, however, declare that he was officially retired as an XTERRA athlete.  We'll see.
  On Sunday morning, we again headed down to the start line, this time to cheer on Jackie and Courtney (Danny's girlfriend and newest casa de Bieshaar resident) as they ran the 5K trail race.  The thin mountain air had its affect on these flat-land girls, but they overcame and were both very pleased with their performance.
  Throughout the years, Brent has been involved with many sports, both as a player and a coach.  He's always had that drive to compete, but there's something special about helping someone else pursue a goal.  When our younger son, Danny, graduated from high school, we thought Brent was hanging up his coaching shoes for good.  We'll see.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

XTERRA Eureka Springs - Happy to be Back

Eureka Springs, Arkansas
We're several weeks into the 2014 season and I just arrived to the party - a little late - but I'm back nonetheless.  It's been an eventful offseason.  First, I broke and had to have knee surgery in February, and then everything else broke.  It was like my equipment said, "Look we got you all the way through XTERRA Across America, but that's it.  NO MORE!"  The travel case for my bike started to give up the fight in January.  On a weekend ride at home last week, my rear hub broke in half.  On the way down to Arkansas, my cooler strap broke and then my backpack strap broke.   Finally, just before the pre-ride at XTERRA Eureka Springs, my helmet broke.  Aaargh!  But as Trey Garman says, "Adapt and conquer!"
  Despite being surrounded by broken parts, the trip was awesome and I was "Happy" to be back in the XTERRA world.  A teammate of mine, Chris Alcorn, was traveling by RV to the race with his family, so I met up with them in Tulsa on Friday night.   Saturday morning, we finished the trip to Eureka Springs and snagged a campsite 50 yards from the race transition area.
Chris with daredevils Sylvia & Everett (Summer '13)
  Once we arrived, I wanted to go check out the start line to see if I could find the race directors, Kevin and Cne'.  Two of Chris' kids, Everett (5) and Sylvia (3), wanted to go with me so we hopped on our bikes.  The campsite is higher than the start area, which meant going down a big hill to get there.  Both kids assured me that they were good at going down hills and there wouldn't be any problems.  (I should know better than to trust a couple of kids whose combined ages don't add up to double digits.)  I got to the bottom first and was looking around when I heard screaming and crying coming from behind me.   A quick look revealed Everett flying down the hill, feet in the air, out of control.  He has just recently graduated from a strider bike to a pedal bike with a coaster brake.  Instead of using the pedals to brake, he was trying to use his feet as brakes - without success.  As he was flying down the hill, all I could do was watch and hope he could hang on.  As luck would have it, Everett was able to control the bike enough to navigate it to the bottom of the hill and into a grassy field, where he finally came to a stop. Problem averted.   Not so fast.  Round two of  screaming and crying was coming at me.  This time, it was Sylvia on the strider flying down the hill even faster and more out of control than Everett.  There were about four times that she looked like she was done, but amazingly enough she too was able to pull it off and avoid crashing. Both of the kids went from sheer terror to huge smiles of relief when they realized they had conquered the 'mountain' and come out the other side unscathed.  They faced their fears.   That's a lesson straight from Jon Blais: Face your fears, live your dreams.  The view is usually pretty good from the other side.
  Race morning was great because we were so close to the start line. I was able to eat breakfast and then meander down to transition to set up my area in a leisurely fashion.   We're trying something new this year with video, so I did a little filming (and maybe a little arm-twisting to get video participants).  Eureka Springs, AR is a beautiful setting for a race, and this is a great course.  In fact, Chris said that this was his favorite race he's ever done.  The bike course is challenging with climbs, technical aspects and sharp rocks that often puncture the side walls of your tire.  If you remember from last year, I had two flats and one broken brake lever.  I was hoping that I would escape the misfortune this year, but nooooo.  At mile six of the bike course, I flew off my bike and stepped on the front wheel, breaking two of the spokes. I have Reynolds carbon wheels that have only 24 spokes, so breaking two left me pretty concerned that the wheel would come out of true.  It did, and my brake rotor rubbed for the rest of the ride.  I decided to go easy on the downhills in order to limp the bike through the rest of the race. It proved to be a successful strategy as I was able to finish the next 8 miles on a severely damaged wheel.  It really says a lot about how strong the carbon wheels are that even without two spokes they can really take a pounding.
  The race went well for both Chris and myself.  Chris placed 1st in his age group and I placed 2nd.  Chris is the guy on the team that is super-organized and even keeps spreadsheets of race results to let us know how everybody on the team is doing.  However, Chris' organization skills failed him on the registration for this race. Because he couldn't find the receipt showing that he registered for the race, he inadvertently registered twice.  In other words, he paid twice to race once.  Most of the time that wouldn't be a good thing, but not in this case.  At these races, they usually have raffle drawings for some pretty cool stuff.  Since Chris registered twice, he had two numbers, giving him double the chance to win something. He won with both numbers!  He ended up winning a $50 gift certificate and the grand prize of a GoPro camera! (He came out ahead on that deal!)
  Once the race was over, Chris was able to get a taste of the race after the race. His family was continuing east to visit relatives and he was returning with me to Colorado. We had to clean up, pack up the bikes, and make a 4.5 hour drive to get back to Oklahoma City for a 7:45 flight.  These crazy plans have always turned out OK - but I'm never really comfortable until it's all done and I'm sitting on the plane.
  As I sit on the plane, typing this blog, I can't help but think of last year.  This was my first race of 2014 and if it were last year, I would be finishing race #11.  (Kinda' makes me tired just thinking about it.)  But - even in smaller doses - XTERRA is such a blast and the people are so great that I will always look forward to the adventures that await me in the life of off-road triathlon. And for this I am truly happy. 

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Friday, April 4, 2014

Race 3: XTERRA Real: Master Scud - This One Was For You!

Editor's note:  On December 28, 2013, Scott Scudamore, friend and fellow XTERRA triathlete, died from injuries sustained in a mountain-biking accident.  He was well-loved within the XTERRA community  and will be greatly missed - especially so by Kevin Adams.
Scott Scudamore
Three years ago, Scud, Margaret, and I trekked to Sacramento, CA to race XTERRA Real after XTERRA Miami was cancelled.  I remember a cold and somewhat rainy day that Scud handily beat me by 8:06.  Little did I know then that it would take me two full seasons and 7 additional races together before I would finally beat the master at the 2012 XTERRA Nationals.  That was Scud’s 47th, and final, XTERRA. 
I expected to wake up to rain and cold, but the forecasters were wrong and the rain held off for this, the start of my 5thseason and my 48th XTERRA.  The weather was in the low 50's.  So as long as the rain would hold off, I would be fine.  I’m part of the XTERRA Across America Team with Ben Dillon and 2013’s Mr. XTERRA Brent Bieshaar, and this will be our 3rd team race.  XTERRA Real was supposed to be Brent’s race, but recent arthroscopic knee surgery is delaying his 2014 debut, so I picked up the slack and headed off to California. 
Just prior to the start of the swim, Bill Driscol, the race director, held a moment of silence for Scud.  Prior, he spoke about how Scud was a long time XTERRA Ambassador who competed here in 2011 and passed a few months ago.  He also mentioned that I was doing the race in his honor.  It was a very touching moment. 
The Swim
 The water level was way down due to the drought, so the distance from where you exited the water to T1 was even longer than 2011.  The water temperature was a balmy 63 degrees – as compared to 47 degrees when we last competed here.  I think Bill sets the swim length based on water temperature as the course sure did look farther than it did three years ago (where it was short: I came out of the water in 13:12 in 2011 - and I don’t swim 800 meters that fast!)  Then, as if reading my mind, Bill said the course was longer than 800 meters this year.  Lovely.  At the gun, the rain started – light at first, but the wind picked up and there were white caps on the water.  Oh boy!  I came out of the water in 21:00 – 7:48 off my 2011 pace.  I had some work to do and proceeded to do it on the run to T1.  In 2011, it took me 8:19 to run a shorter distance and finish T1.  This year, I did it in 6:36.  6:05 off 2011 pace.
 The Bike
 The rain was light during the 1st lap and I was strong on the bike.  However, the rain’s intensity picked up to a deluge just as I finished the first lap, making the second lap treacherous and slippery.  I backed off the pace a little, but still completed the 16 miles in 1:30:04 as compared to 2011’s 1:52:25.  I set up perfectly in transition and had a 36 second T2 – thank you Ken Frankenberry!.  Entering the run, I was 17:49 ahead of 2011.
 The Run
 I felt strong and steady.  While I was passed by folks, I thought I was ahead of 2011’s pace but began to question when I got passed by someone in my age group a little over a mile in.  The run has a 120’ climb in 1/10th of a mile at the halfway point.  I ran up the hill – slowly – and then decided to push it on the downhill.  By now, the rain was pouring even harder and every step was a slosh through puddles.  Despite that, I kept going and crossed the finish line with a smile as I looked at my watch and saw I completed the run almost 3 minutes faster than 2011.  My overall was 2:36:25 – a 20:38 improvement over 2011 and took 4th in my age group.
Scud and Kevin,  2011 XTERRA Real 
 The bike course is decomposed granite – looks like sand – and the rain will smooth it out and actually improve it so I wasn’t concerned about tearing up the course with the rain.  It’s still raining here – badly needed – and it took me several hours to warm up after the race.  The bike is now packed and with the front desk for FedEx pickup, laundry completed, and I have an early wake up tomorrow as my flight home is prior to 8 AM.
Respectfully submitted,

2014 XTERRA Across America Team Challenge

  The 2013 XTERRA Across America adventure was an unqualified success!  Brent was able to do exactly what he had set out to do, and the people we met along the way made the journey an experience of a lifetime!
  But that was last year.  What have you done for me lately?
  Somewhere along the way - probably the weekend of the National Championship race - Brent and some of our new rest-of-our-life-long friends decided to take the relay concept of a triathlon and apply it to XTERRA Across America.  Therefore, instead of one guy competing in a race every week of the season, three guys would work together to make sure every week of the season was covered by at least one of them competing in a race.
  The idea was that several teams would be put together and would compete against each other.  The top team at season's end would earn individual berths at the world championship race for its members.  The reality - we believe - is that all those other teams are waiting in the wings to see how TEAM BAD manages this year.  2015 will be the breakout year for the team challenge - we're certain of it!
Ben Dillon and Brent 
  So, one may be wondering, who is TEAM BAD? ("BAD" as in 'good' or 'bad-@ss'; NOT "bad" as in...well...'bad').  The men of TEAM BAD are Brent Bieshaar (natch), Kevin Adams of Bethesda, Maryland, & Ben Dillon of Pensacola, Florida.  (Bieshaar - Adams - Dillon...clever.  I know.)  In 2013, Kevin and Ben combined for more than 20 XTERRA races, so 8 races each in 2014 should be a piece of cake!
  The season officially began with an early race in February - XTERRA Key Biscayne, covered by Mr. Dillon.  After a few weeks with no American races at all, the season began in earnest the weekend of March 22nd.  There will be no races the weekends of Easter and Memorial Day.  Other than that, it's "game on" for these guys until Labor Day.
  The race reports will probably be a little more sporadic than last year, but that will serve to heighten the anticipation for their legions of adoring fans.
Kevin Adams
  Team BAD is still racing for the benefit of The Blazeman Foundation.  Additionally, Ben Dillon has been involved with SOML Racing (So Others May Live), a nonprofit that contributes to several organizations, including the Wounded Warrior Project and the MS Society.  Ben will provide more information about SOML as the season progresses.
  Considering this adventure involves three guys who did not even know each other a year ago, one can only imagine what great things are in store for them in 2014!  (There may even be an international race or two, just to mix things up a bit)  Stay tuned!

Friday, December 13, 2013

Race 24 - XTERRA World Championship: The End of a Long Ride

  One day in April 2012, I received an email from Brent that included a color-coded spreadsheet laying out just how it would be feasible for him to complete an XTERRA triathlon every week of the 2013 season.  Umm - OK.  Let me know how that works out for you...
  Fast forward to October 2013.  23 races completed, 1 more to go.  Though there may have been plenty of things to grumble about over the preceding 6 months, finishing the XTERRA Across America journey in Maui has not been one of them.  During the 5 weeks between Nationals and Worlds, Brent trained like a madman and watched his diet down to counting the number of almonds he had for a snack (thanks, Cliff).    He did not want to be the guy who came in last, just happy to be there.  This was not to be a race to take it easy or just finish.  This was it: the last race of a very long ride.  Go hard or go home!
The Ritz Carlton Kapalua
  There was snow in the Denver area the week we left for Maui.  The weather seemed appropriate to complete the cycle - we started the journey with plenty of snow on the ground, we may as well end it that way too.  Arriving in Maui on Thursday, October 24, we hit the ground running - much like all the other races.  Airport to condo, build the bike, race venue for check-in and pre-ride, go, go go! 
  While Brent was off doing his thing, I was able to roam the grounds of the race venue - The Ritz Carlton Kapalua (not too shabby!) - say 'hello' to many of the new friends we've made and soak up the atmosphere of the World Championship race.  23 countries were represented at this race - truly the best XTERRA competitors in the world.  There was a certain energy that was unlike any of the previous races.  It was the perfect combination of amp'ed up pre-race excitement and the laid-back calm (relief?) that comes from knowing that all the work is behind you - the rest is just fun.  Listening to the athletes in the days before the race, you were just as likely to hear them talk about the moves they did for the XTERRA dance video, as how they were planning to manage the technical aspects of the bike course. 
  The main concern for all of the competitors was the heat.  While the temperature in Maui is a predictable 83° most of the time, the forecast for race day was a blistering 91°.  Race day dawned with the mercury steadily rising and the added bonuses of no trade winds, and a volcanic gaseous haze that hung in the air, completely hiding the view of the nearby islands.  Be ready boys and girls...this is no joke!
  Soon enough, the pre-race festivities were completed, the canon blew, and it was time for training and determination to take over.  In the telling (and re-telling) of the race, Brent will say that his swim split was awful - but once he got to the bike, the race went really well.  Managing nutrition and the heat were definitely the keys to success that day, and Brent had a handle on both.  There was a feed zone about midway through the bike course where I was able to give him a new bottle of fuel, and his EPC coach, Cody Waite, gave him the best advice ever for managing the heat during the run:  cut one leg from a pair of women's pantyhose, fill it with ice and drape it around your neck.  It started out a little bulky, but lasted and kept him cool for nearly 30 minutes as he battled up the 3 mile climb to to half-way point of the run.  He counted at least 10 guys in his age-group that he passed as he motored up the hill.  One last time, he did the Blazeman roll across the finish line, placing in the top 40% of his age group.  Among the top XTERRA athletes in the world?  Certainly a finish to be proud of!
  Having met so many people throughout this adventure, the post-race celebration was made all the more fun by being able to share it with friends.  For lunch, we hit Kimo's for some big, juicy hamburgers with the Browns (Doug, Elaine & Roman - you might remember from our New Hampshire trip).  The awards presentation was held at dinner and there was nothing better than seeing so many friends up on the podium (pictures included in the race album).  After dinner was the traditional (infamous?) XTERRA Halloween party.  Brent and I kept it tasteful as super-heroes...and we'll wrap that up by saying just that it is pretty funny to see what happens when world-class athletes let their hair down. 
  With the final race in a premier vacation spot, we took advantage by staying in Maui for a few days after the race - the calm after the storm.  We've come a long way since an email in April 2012.  XTERRA Across America has truly been the adventure of a lifetime, for both of us.   In answer to the  "Let me know how that works out for you...",  I guess we can say that it worked out pretty well.


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Race 24 - Remembering Jon

  Time and again, we have emphasized that the best part of XTERRA Across America has been all of the people we have met along the way.  We have attempted to tell their stories in such a way that their impact on us can be understood.  Unfortunately, words are not enough to convey how this journey and these people have blessed us.
  One of the people we have gotten to know is Jon Blais.  Though it's true that ALS robbed him of his earthly life in 2007, his spirit is alive and well.  Since a hesitantly made phone call last Christmas, Jon's parents, Bob & MaryAnn, have become close friends of ours.  They live on the other side of the country and we have enjoyed only one weekend in their company - but friendship these days does not require close proximity to one another.  Jon's parents have been very kind to share Jon with us.  We have gotten to know him through the stories they tell - not just the story of the 2005 Ironman World Championship, but stories of his youth, his love for adventure,  and even his first trip to Maui as a teenager for a triathlon.  We know that Jon would have loved XTERRA and the Live More philosophy that is integral to all who make up the XTERRA family.  Jon has been with us throughout the year - we have felt his presence and his inspiration during some of the more difficult moments.  Jon has become a friend.
   One day last spring, during a phone conversation, Bob Blais asked Brent if we would accept some of Jon's ashes and be willing to scatter them at some point during the XTERRA Across America journey. He trusted that we would choose an appropriate time and place; his only request was that we document the event so that he and Jon's mom would have that memory of their son.  They trusted us with their son.
  We knew, without any doubt, that Hawaii would be the place to take Jon.  The XTERRA World Championship - the last race of the season - to be held on the island of Maui, was the most fitting time and place to honor his parents' request.  We would get to take Jon back to Maui!
   When the time came, we were introduced to Clifford Nae'ole, a Hawaiian Cultural Advisor, who helped us to put together a ceremony worthy of our purpose.  We held the ceremony at dusk on Friday, October 25th, at the edge of a majestic cliff, overlooking the ocean.  Clifford began by speaking of the Hawaiian traditions and how our loved ones remain with us in spirit.  We continued with a testimony of the work of God in Jon's life, and concluded with some of Jon's familiar words.

The Psalmist reminds us:
Give Praise to the Lord, proclaim his name;
Make known among nations what he has done.
Sing to him; sing praise to him;
Tell of all his wonderful acts.   (Psalm 105:1-2)

The work of the Lord is evident in the life and legacy of Jon Blais:

In Jeremiah, the Lord declares, “For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”  (Jeremiah 29:11)

While that promise may seem at odds with the fact that Jon died at the age of 35, we can look to Isaiah for the assurance that, “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”  (Isaiah 55:9)

We gain additional assurance from the book of Romans, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28)

Jon himself asked, “Is this God’s plan?  Have I been appointed this job?”  He knew that finishing the Ironman in Kona that day was something he had to do.  He didn’t know why.

In the Gospel of John, Christ tells us, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” (John 10:10)

Eight years after Jon’s finish in Kona, we can look around us and see just a few of the many people that have been affected and all the good that has come from his willingness to follow God’s plan.  His life and his legacy have reminded people and inspired them to live life to the full. 

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living,
I want to know what you ache for.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are,
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

I want to know if you can live with failure – yours and mine
And still shout at the edges of a lake, river or mountain

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone
And do what needs to be done for someone you love.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
And truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments of your life.

More than your neighbors.
Unleash yourself upon the world and go places
Go now
Giggle.  No, laugh!
And bark at the moon like the wild dog that you are

Understand that this is not a dress rehearsal
This is it – your life

Face your fears and live your dreams

Take it all in.
Yes – every chance you get
Come close

And by all means – whatever you do
Get it on film

  When we first shared the story of how we originally connected with Bob and MaryAnn, we included the picture of the t-shirt that the Regis Jesuit Wrestling team had designed in 2005.  I spoke of including Jon's quote, but I didn't say anything about the cross with the AMDG initials.  Those initials are for a latin phrase that translates, "For the Greater Glory of God."  Indeed.  Little did we know...

  Thank you, Bob and MaryAnn, for your friendship and for sharing your son with us.  Thank you, Jon, for living a life and leaving a legacy that has inspired us and will continue to inspire people for years to come.  We've done our best to live up to your words.  And yes, we got it on film. 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Race 23 - XTERRA USA Championship: Live More

  "Who thinks more is better than less?"
  Fellow fans of the AT&T commercials with the guy who talks to the kids will recognize that question.  The answer comes in the straightforward manner that can only be delivered from a 6-year-old: "We want more, we want more.  Like - you really like it.  You want more."  Right.  I follow you.  It's not complicated.
  From the beginning, the very nature of XTERRA Across America could be summed up by the word more.  More races than anyone has ever attempted to complete (more travel, more money, more tired!)  Most importantly, more awareness for ALS - which may in turn result in more donations and more research.  All of these things were obvious to us before we started packing for that first race.  (Please understand the use of the plural here.  Even though Brent has been the one racing and bearing the physical burden - the mental and emotional aspects have been a team effort every step of the way.)
  In the blink of an eye, it's six months and 23 races later.  All of the 'more's described above have certainly come to pass - but they don't even scratch the surface in describing how this journey has changed us.  At the outset, we could have tried to predict this...but it's been so much more.
2013 Mr. XTERRA
  Week by week, we've shared the frustrations and the fun, always trying to focus on the incredible people we've met and the relationships we've developed.  The experience of this last weekend's race, XTERRA USA Championship at the Snow Basin Resort in Ogden, Utah, crystalized the enormity of the adventure in ways that we never would have imagined.
  Being the national championship race, the pool of athletes was filled with people we have met throughout the year.  Men and women, younger and older - dozens of people that Brent has competed against and that we have cheered for.  Some who just qualified for this elite race, and others who were recognized as regional champions for their outstanding efforts all season.  We shared a house with Kevin Adams, with us at races 7, 14 & 22.  We spent most of our free time with Ben Dillon, with us at races 1, 6, 7, 8 & 9.  (Ben is just a little older than and has much in common with our sons - not sure if he's realized that he's got a back-up set of parents through this whole deal.)  And of course, all of us were brought together by the genuinely good people who run XTERRA at the corporate offices.  Just when we thought that we had seen everyone and our hearts couldn't be filled with any more joy and excitement - and the feeling that comes from being home - it was time for the Night of Champions Dinner.
Brent and Trey
  In addition to those who were celebrated as regional champions and the outstanding performers for the year, Brent was honored as 2013 Mr. XTERRA.  Trey Garman, VP of XTERRA, (who has become such a good friend since this all started) put together an amazing video to introduce the award, and Brent's peers honored him with a standing ovation that brought tears to our eyes.  Anyone who knows Brent, knows him to be an intense, no-nonsense kind of guy; not the kind of person who goes fishing for accolades.  To be so honored, in the company of people that we have grown to love and respect, is nothing short of overwhelming.
  After all of that, there was still the business of the race on Saturday morning.  Despite the fact that it had been four weeks since race 22, Brent proved that he didn't take the time off.  His nutritional and training efforts paid off in spades as he took 18 minutes off his 2012 time (and the course was longer!), placing 8th in his age-group. The whole weekend was like that: just when you think it can't get any get more.
  Live More is the expression that is the embodiment of XTERRA.  As I reflect on the last 6 months, I can see now that living more is exactly what XTERRA Across America has been about.  It's also fully in keeping with Jon Blais' attitude toward life:

Live - more than your neighbors.
Unleash yourself upon the world and  go places.
Go now. 
Face your fears and Live your dreams.
Take it all in.
Yes, every chance you get.
Come close.
And by all means - whatever you do - get it on film.