Happy September. Day 1 Workout
Glorious September!
It’s the start of a new month.
A new hurricane swirling its way up the coast.
New episodes of your favorite network show.
A new series of training at the fitness studio.
Another opportunity to rid of the kids for a good 8 hours a day.
Glorious September 🙂
And to boot, it’s like 80-something degrees outside! Great beach weather. Especially here in Marshfield!
And while it’s still beach weather, you should still be leaning towards a beach body.
So, Just take those old records off the shelf, sit and listen to ’em by ya’self, and handle 20 up-downs, mix in 25 pike push-ups, toss in 15 jump squats and hold your abs in for another minute while you plank it out.
Rest 30 seconds, rinse, lather and repeat.
Here’s an up-down:
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(Adam O’Reilly – University of Miami)
or a tougher one…
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(Robert Belley – University of I Rock!)
Here’s a pike push-up:
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(Adam O’Reilly – University of Miami)
Here’s a jump squat:
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(Adam O’Reilly – University of Miami)
Here’s a plank:
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(Nate Dunn – Marshfield High School)
Do this today thank me later 93.7 Mike FM fan 😉
Good luck tonight to the Red Sox as they dismantle the evil empire.
Live the dream,
Rob Belley
www.RBFIT.com
New England Obstacle Mayhem! How Fit Are You?
This may come as a surprise, but you may not be as fit as you think you are.
Sure you can slug 12 ouncers, developing an aluminum 6-pack with the best of them, but them abs are worth no more than the 30 cents you’ll get for recycling.
Now, do you need a 6-pack?
Well it certainly helps put the groceries away. And you won’t look helpless exiting the grocer’s mart with paper bag tucked in arm. Spilling that celery and milk all over your new shell-tops!
But you and I both know you’re better than that!
And this is how, because you have self-respect 🙂
Maybe you’ve cursed a Yankee or two. But what southern gentleman hasn’t either?
Precisely! Just because you wear red sox doesn’t mean you’re awkward, it reveals class 😉
And here’s another way to enhance that character trait, with some smart obstacle options coming up I New England this summer!
Here’s your list of places to take your ocean of testosterone out on mother nature and some plastic, wire and wood! Here’s your official “I’m a Golden God” itinerary.
“I’M A GOLDEN GOD” LIST
Ruckus Boston:
Marshfield, MASSACHUSETTS
June 4th, 2011
http://www.runruckus.com
Warrior Dash
Amesbury, MASSACHUSETTS
June 25th and 26th, 2011
www.warriordash.com
Spartan Sprint:
Amesbury, MASSACHUSETTS
August 27th and 28th, 2011
http://www.spartanrace.com/
Spartan Beast (HARDER THAN SPRINT):
Killington, Vermont
August 6th, 2011
http://www.spartanrace.com/
Spartan Death Race (HARDER THAN BEAST):
Green Mountains, Vermont
June 25th into 26th, 2011
http://www.spartanrace.com/
Tough Mountain Challenge:
Sunday River, MAINE
July 23rd, 2011
http://www.toughmountain.com/
Rugged Maniac:
Southwick, MASSACHUSETTS
September 24th, 2011
http://www.ruggedmaniac.com
Metro Dash:
TBD, MASSACHUSETTS
Pre-Registration is happening now
http://www.metrodash.com/
This kid has personally entered the Death Race and Metro Dash. I am also signed up for the Beast, Tough Mountain and Ruckus this 2011. Will re-enter the Metro Dash once available too.
These are certainly deadly events for armchair quarterbacks, challenging for newbie trainee’s/recreational athletes and excitingly fun for fit folks!
If you’ve got a Saturday or Sunday free of drinking this summer available, I highly recommend you get your butt out to one of these and challenge yourself.
You may be shocked at how “Golden God” you truly are Yankee hater 😉
Until next time,
Live the dream kid!
Belley
BELLEY FITNESS | Marshfield, Massachusetts
www.rbfit.com
St. Patrick’s Day Drugging
Like any respectable over 21 Bostonian (well, townie suburbanite south of Boston) on St Patrick’s Day I have a Commonwealth responsibility to uphold by honoring a watering hole and taking down a pint or two of beer, preferably Irish.
My choice is Guinness, as is most Bostonians on this day. Lucky for me the bar’s tap I attended in Boston flowed endless.
HOLIDAY BAR PREPARATION 101: Proper planning goes a long way 😉
Now, understand this day I did live my life normally.
4-6 organic and tailored meals to my physique and fitness goals with about 1-1½ gallons of water consumed throughout the course of the day.
I even had myself a little interval session about 2 hours before my first sip of Guinness at 8pm.
ROB’S INTERVAL WORKOUT:
Sled Sprints : 90-225 pounds x 25 yards x 11 sets
Active Recovery between Sprints : Superman’s : 60 seconds AMRAP
The above workout took me about 15 minutes.
After my training session I instructed a group personal training class for 45 minutes at my private fitness studio in Marshfield, changed, and headed to Boston across from Boston Garden.
Now this is when the night still feels familiar.
I enjoyed some conversation with one of the regular’s at the bar, which was packed of course, being Thursday night, Boston, and Saint Patrick’s Day. We threw a few Guinness back together and then he proceeded home. In fact, I also indulged in this delicious corned beef dinner with my few beers.
Straight Up BOSTON! Corned Beef Dinner with Guinness
Straight up Celtic-Bostonian traditional!
Then, as what usually occurs at a bar when I venture out, girls began having conversation with me. Mind you, I do not approach women. It’s not my style. I hang out and let people flow in and out of my space. In fact, I wasn’t even trying to entertain women seeing that I’m sort of involved right now.
Well these two girls decided to spend their evening engaged in conversation with me. Each trying to out-due the other as if one were better.
NOW HERE’S WHERE THE NIGHT IS NOT-SO-NORMAL.
I get up to use the bathroom. Normal.
I leave my beer on the bar at this establishment. Normal.
It is left with my friend bartending behind the bar. Normal.
It is left with two girls sitting next to my drink at the bar. Sort of normal.
I come back from the bar having a few more sips of familiar Guinness.
Meanwhile still texting friends who may be coming to meet me at the bar as I had been doing the previous two and a half hours.
I look at the clock it’s 11:04pm, gave myself a midnight curfew so I could be at my fitness studio to lead another group personal training class at 5:30am.
I look at the clock it’s 4:58am, according to my IRONMAN TRIATHLON wristwatch.
Just before I saw the clock I opened my eyes to see that there is vomit everywhere in my car, I am freezing. Thankfully not the type who panics I reference my memory to understand how this happened.
MY MIND IS BLANK.
Completely VACANT.
I quickly text my instructor-on-call and let her know that I can not make it to class on time and ask if she could lead it for me. Thankfully she says yes.
I attempt to operate my car home and sadly I can merely handle 40mph between the breakdown and the slow lane on I-93 south and Rt-3 south towards my residence in Pembroke.
The entire travel trying to understand what went wrong, how much I drank, who let me leave this way, knowing this isn’t normal for myself and hoping that I arrive safely.
I get home some 50 minutes later crashing into my bed; feeling awful, unnatural, and completely unhealthy. I know there must be some drug in my system at this point because I have not had a hangover in 15 years practically. This is FAR different.
I set my alarm for 8am to try and salvage part of my studio sessions that day (Friday).
I have the craziest dreams. So vivid, so real, it’s almost hard to believe they are not.
I awake, 10:53am, alarm sounding off, ridiculously late, dozens of missed phone calls and text messages from friends and clients.
I fall back asleep near 11:30am and reawaken at 1:40pm.
That’s near 12 hours of sleep for someone who averages 3-4 commonly. Seven hours on an occasional lucky day.
Until 6pm that evening I felt hazed. I could not even perform quick toe raises without the feeling of my brain meeting a sledgehammer quickly dismantling my every thought.
One of the worst effects from being “ruffied” is losing the desire to drink fluids and eat. I went hours before I could put any water in my stomach. Forcing down an organic navel orange took 15-20 minutes. I lost all appetite, but knew it was crucial to begin healing my body efficiently.
Now the next morning I woke up, made myself a frozen strawberry, frozen blueberry and frozen blackberries (all organic fruits) shake with low carb protein powder, had my multivitamin and a niacin capsule and headed to the St. Patrick’s Brant Rock 5k being held in Marshfield (office zip : Brant Rock) next to Arthur & Pat’s restaurant. I arrived with some of my dearest and favorite training family/clients. I ran a decent 21:27 (6:42/mile). Came in 42nd overall out of 1651 runners.
Im the guy in the white sleeveless wearing bib 1280
Not too shabby for a kid who had just been drugged with no control over his body just a day earlier.
After the run I headed to my fitness studio, Robert Belley Fitness, and punished my body with a 51 minute intensive session. Just for kicks, here’s my workout below:
A1) Outward Press 6-8
A2) DB Row 4-6
A3) Back Squat 7-9
A4) Weighted Pull-Ups 3-5
1 Sledge Hammer 75 sec
2 Box Jumps 45 sec
B1) Rack Pulls 5-8
B2) Bench Press (||) 3-5
B3) Clean 6-8
B4) X-Over Lunge 3-5
1 Hanging Leg Raise Hold
2 Plank
It was tough but good.
After my second workout I went home and continued to dig a fire pit my roommate Dominic started in the backyard. Nothing like open fire on the lake during the warmer seasons.
Now why on Earth would I do all this despite being hung over still from the rufilin (Rohypnol)? Because f**k that guy who drugged me that’s why.
I refuse to let someone feel they have the upper hand on me. And to be honest, if it were in a manner of legit ability I’m cool with that. But when someone cheats or tries to under hand I lose it. Very few things in life can do this to me but that is one of my peeves.
And honestly, this has long been my stance: if caught with Rohypnol (Flunitrazepam)or similar substance on their persons distributing or implementing it, should be a minimum 5-10 year sentence.
There is only intent to control another, dismantle their ability to function, stand, walk, remember, have choice, have freedom and protect themselves. It’s truly horrifying what a drug like that can do to someone’s life. I could have died in my attempt to save myself into my car. I could’ve been hit by an oncoming vehicle crossing the busy intersections of Boston, or fell and nailed my head off a curb or edge.
It is a central nervous system depressant in a class of drugs called benzodiazepines. Benzodiazepines are sedative-hypnotics used to treat anxiety, insomnia and sleep disorders, and seizure disorders; they are also used as skeletal-muscle relaxants.
above from http://www.cesar.umd.edu/cesar/drugs/rohypnol.pdffrom http://www.a1b2c3.com/drugs/roof_01.htm
Rohypnol has been prescribed as an effective sleeping pill and is also used as a sedative and preanesthetic medication in some countries. The effects of flunitrazepam are fairly long-acting. When combined with alcohol or other drugs, Rohypnol can impair judgment and motor skills and cause memory loss or blackouts (lasting 8 to 24 hours after ingestion). Loss of inhibition can also occur, with or without alcohol. A person under the influence of Rohypnol can appear to be drunk, display no coordination, blood-shot eyes and slurred speech.Sedation can occur as soon as 20 minutes after ingestion. The drug’s effects will peak within 2 hours and may persist for up to 8 hours or more, depending on the dosage. Other adverse effects associated with flunitrazepam include visual disturbances, drowsiness, confusion, decreased blood pressure, memory impairment, gastrointestinal disturbances and urinary retention. When mixed with alcohol, Rohypnol may cause respiratory depression, aspiration or even death. Although classified as a depressant, Rohypnol can rarely induce excitability or aggressive behavior
Again, I did not know I did this or that I left because under this drug you have no abilities or control of your actions.
EVERYTHING IS VACANT.
My driver’s side door is keyed literally over 20 times because I can tell that I must’ve been on my knees, fallen next to my car trying to crawl into it and repeatedly missing the door lock. The scratches travel all the way south along the panel to the bottom of the door. There are key scratches and gouges all around the key lock within 18 inches. That’s how uncoordinated you become on this drug.
It’s deadly and absolutely abusive to do this to someone.
Thank god I did not drive my vehicle under that condition and had the sense to just sit, lock myself in, and throw the keys on the passenger area as to not reach easily. If I had driven I would’ve killed someone or myself potentially. And most likely it would’ve appeared as drunk-driving although it was obviously the furthest from.
Placing someone’s life in a position where they have absolutely no control over it through a chemical means is attempted murder. No doubt.
You have no way to predict what will happen next to that individual while they react or behave under said influence. I could’ve been beaten in the street for bumping into the wrong headstrong person that night and woken up in an alley stabbed, murdered and robbed. Who knows?
The possibilities under that influence are devastating.
AND THANK GOD IT HAPPENED TO ME AND NOT A WOMAN THAT NIGHT AT THE BAR.
At least I’m a durable, strong metabolism, calm individual under said situation who can take a load of abuse before something would ever give. I can only imagine others may have gone to the hospital, stomach pumped, or been raped or robbed or…
I’m fortunate it happened to me and not to a female at the bar. I hope.
So please, if anything, always hold your drink in your hand. Even if you’re somewhere you feel safe and know people do not let your hands off of your drink.
It’s rare for guys to be ruffied but when there are jealous and insecure people around anything can happen to confident individuals as myself. Just be careful.
Rob
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A WHOLE GRAIN OF SH*T
http://www.eatbetteramerica.com/
Really?
My Lucky Charms and Cinnamon Toast Crunch are healthy?
Thank Christ I can finally eat my Coco Puffs EVERYDAY NOW, still keep my abs, and continue to lose body fat!
Thank you Big G!!!
I also guess in this “PC” (politically correct) world that also means using the white checkmark on the packaging is to void of any color just like green or red checkmarks are supposedly not on kids school or homework papers any longer as to not offend any child or make them feel sad for doing poorly. I think I turned out alright.
I’M EATING ME A TON OF YOGURT BURST CHEERIOS, CHOCOLATE CHEERIOS, GOLDEN GRAHAMS, FROSTED CHEERIOS, BOO & FRANKEN BERRY, and some DOUBLE CHOCOLATE COOKIE CRISP RIGHT NOW!!!!
2011 Resolution ;)
Do you suffer from seated sweating, addictive binge eating, muffin top, barbwire/tribal arm tattoos, inconsistent sexual performances, hooked up big truck/fast furious sports car overcompensation, popped collar syndrome, jersey shore admiration, strange perspiration from Zac Effron movies or an inclination towards diet pills and energy drinks and catch-phrasing your existence with “Oh Yeah!” or “Like my shirt?” or even better yet, “What are you doing?”
(Too-Tight T-Shirt)
“Nothing. What are you doing?”
(ManGina) “Nothing. Like my tips?”
(Too-Tight T-Shirt)
“They’re banging. Like my pecs?”
(ManGina)
“They’re rocking. Like my scent? Axe…”
(Too-Tight T-Shirt)
“Straight Up Playa.”
Please Touch Me
If so this may not be the post for you.
This 2011 I’ve put in a good means of decency in 2010, and a few sweet whispers into the jolly good guy for a swift and sincere hope to an end of Jersey Shore and associated styling’s for 2012.
It’s an ambitious goal but you have to aim big in Boston.
After all, Boston metropolis is a fantastic area to easily solve the contagious New Year resolution adequacy of all sorts.
First, you could turn off your television and walk the almond and vanilla pastry scented streets of the North End… both fitness and meal preparation. Kobayashi would do it for about 57 Klondike’s.
Second, you could ditch those sunglasses at night for some inspiring red visor ski goggles to whisk to the summit of Blue Hills or Wachusett Mountain and enjoy some fresh air while learning to snowboard, ski or just good old’ fashion igloo making.
Third, imagine covering your situation-al abs (although a recent cover issue seemed flabby) with a firm layer of “gotta have it” at your local New England Cold Stone Creamery. Okay that’s not so much a goal as it is a muse to inspire curled up grown man crying on the couch while falling short another sports season since 2008 and 2004; with all due respect. This transcends the fallen to number four…
Fourth, since the Bruins haven’t won a championship since before my conception (1971 was a bit before me) why not practice trying out for the team skating at Boston Common or your backyard pond or lake in and around metro Boston. Who knows you may make it. Stay positive. Replace the hair paste with skates. Be a go-getter this 2011.
Fifth, take in the scenic summer splash of Cape Cod beaches. There’s dozens of them and quite honestly, I believe if you find a corn ear or turkey buried in the sand you can populate the entire region legally. So use the fun of sun to showcase your best beach body yet and claim some land for yourself.
Sixth, just saying sixth is awkward. So practice your ability to distinguish face painted females with drunken-perspirant of the lower Mid-Atlantic from New England gals with this handy app:
DrunkFit© Is she too fit to drunk? Or are you too drunk to fit? (A Robert Belley Fitness, LLC™2011 app)
You can explore the many sides of your 2011 fitness female hunting quest. With a ‘capture shot’ you can enter the profile into the matrix and discover whether or not you’ve found a real Jersey Gem… wink, wink.
So there you have it, six fun resolutions to kick off your reality series New Year.
Now, if you want to see some very good reality programming…
Catch HEAVY on A&E. Real world struggle and no one’s showing off in front of the camera.
Also, I suggest if you’re interested in working out but afraid to go to a gym begin with your On Demand menu on your television set. There are plenty of excellent exercise routines on there to help you begin making strides towards a better fitter you.
Till then, keep the girls normal and cool and the guys out of mirrors and singing idiotic songs about their ridiculous sense of style,
Live the dream my friends,
Rob
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Robert Belley Fitness | Marshfield, Massachusetts
Miss Massachusetts 2011
With the last post we had the delightful opportunity to touch upon the very things we hold dearest, fatty foods and expanding jeans. Truly one the greatest pastimes in American post-microwaveable meals.
So why not compliment the previous post with one about the recent Miss Massachusetts pageant?
Makes about as much sense as slicing the other three tires on your car after you’ve popped one.
How could you have one without the other? While some girls are showing off magic tricks with turkey drumsticks and canned cranberry sauce others are meticulously watching every bite of baby food and nearly puking in the gym to present that unbelievable figure. GO TEAM SKINNIES!!!
I was fortunate enough to have one of my clients in the pageant this year. She recently came off a sash victory and her odds looked very good entering the 2011 Miss Mass.
She trained hard within the studio confines of Robert Belley Fitness. We even did supplemental workouts at a high school track and she trained on her own near nightly at another gym for her cardio and ab work. She was determined.
Not to mention liquid diets, abstinence from alcohol most weeks, no foolish carbs and lots of blueberries.
She did a great job and lost a number of pounds you would’ve been hard pressed to find on her before we started training. Her beauty was already world-class prior to our sessions: very fit and lean. But at this level, it takes a bit more to stand on stage among the best of the best Massachusetts has to offer.
The last Miss Mass to win Miss America was 2003. So it’s been a while since one has been the best of the best of the best in this great country.
But alas, she looked amazing in her red swimsuit, and elegant and gorgeous in her evening gown. Both were a smash with the audience and judges. She landed herself a position as a semi-finalist. Can you guess which one she is here?
So who brought the cool kid?
These girls were total smoke-shows!
Their bellies were amazing, not to mention their resumes. These girls were totally polished and accomplished. Before training my client, I had no idea how intelligent these girls were or how much they had accomplished in their careers so early: total blend of beauty and brains.
I can see why most girls hate these girls. They try a little harder than most others at career, appearance, community and self-improvement. Most people in general are not fans of those attributes.
They’d rather hope something falls into their laps and happens for them rather than making it happen and actually earning it.
Sad but true.
And with dieting and fitness, these girls are usually multifaceted athletes, with strict eating plans, and little sleep, balancing a career at the same time while training near 2 structured hours daily, and with holding from eating chips, cookies, pasta, anything from a box and consuming near only protein through powders, fresh meats and seafood.
It’s truly remarkable how much they handle for one night to impress.
And once that level is reached, they must work even harder to impress at the national level. And if that goes through, F%$#, the world level is insane!
But I’ll tell you, there’s something fascinating about watching very attractive women sweating, exhausting themselves, growling and near puking while still smiling and asking “What’s next?”
I love it and can’t wait to start the training regime for 2012!
So we can all learn something from this:
Sitting down = FAT
Eating MOST packaged foods =FAT
Not working intelligently and disciplined = FAT
Unstructured/non-goal oriented training = FAT
Not being athletically minded = FAT
Oversleeping = FAT
On the other hand:
Applying oneself = HOTT
Time management = HOTT
Being Active ALL DAY = HOTT
Training with PURPOSE = HOTT
Eating only what you NEED = HOTT
Dead lifting more than yourself = HOTT
Being a selfless and great person = HOTT
Trying to be better than someone = HOTT
Focusing on the athletic task at hand = HOTT
Accepting pain IS normal to the process = HOTT
Bringing awareness to help less fortunate = HOTT
Being quietly confident and assured of self = HOTT
Not complaining about your self-created-life =HOTT
Being lovely, elegant, assertive, emphatic, driven = HOTT
Training like a badass, laughing at imposed challenges = HOTT
Motivating people to be better versions of themselves = HOTT
Having the means to make others self-reflect without a word = HOTT
Live the dream,
Rob Belley
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Cape Cod Marathon on Halloween
Did you hear?
About 2,000 psycho’s (including myself) will be running the 33rd annual Cape Cod Marathon on Sunday, October 31st, 2010 takingplace in Falmouth, Massachusetts.
Granted it’s no local celebrity Katharine Lee Bates “America The Beautiful” but will be triumphant at best.
The average marathoner will stride about 42,000 steps or repetitions. Imagine 42,000 reps of anything??? The average person takes roughly 20,000 breaths in a day!
This guy may have taken a few more during the race:
Please Bring This Guy a PopTart!!!
Of course, if I was chasing after this supposed marathoner I’d probably look like him too.
Catch It, Have It 😉 Supposed Infatuation Marathon Junkie
I will be celebrating bib number 456. So if you’re moseying around Wood’s Hole Sunday morning and see a Caucasian male, 5’8″, 165 pounds, bib #456, iPod sleeved, white t-shirt bleeding from his eyes and ears that would be me. Please bring me a PopTart. None of those new milkshake flavors either, straight up, Strawberry Frosted, sprinkles atop or Brown Sugar Cinnamon, full fat edition! Only the classics for this kid whiz!
If you get a chance none-the-less, with or without PopTart, you can still swing down to Main Street in Falmouth about 8 a.m. to catch the 8:30 a.m. start.
Bring a friend. Bring a camera. Bring a PopTart and make a new friend 😉
Live the dream my PopTart-toting ally,
Rob Belley
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You’l be soooooooooooooo happy you did!
Fascination of Fitness
It’s really strange where the fascination with fitness really begins.
For each of us it’s a bit different.
An idolized movie star?
These are my actual shirts I wore ages 4-6
A favorite athlete?
A family member or blood-influence?
My Uncle Joey back in the day! He boxed, took martial arts, Air Force... American Bad Ass
For me, it began with superheroes foremost.
Batman, Spiderman, Superman, Shazam, The Flash, Iron Man. Pretty Much a DC comics kid first, Marvel comics second.
Me and my brother Mike. I'm the little one! Real Superheroes wear Underoos. Everybody knows that!
Anyway, I believe that was my first “I want that Kool-Aid” moment.
But really I believe it began earlier. Maybe when I first eyed my mother, father or brother dash across the yard or living room floor to grab a ringing telephone, catch the post man or stop one of us crazy kids from propelling ourselves off of a counter, bed or staircase.
We all wish to replicate that feeling of freedom and movement.
We have instilled within us to begin a life of fitness and activity.
And it’s funny as society, and our own lives, move forward that our civilization has become less fit (as a whole) and fatter. Sorry, but it’s true. No need to hold back any punches. Our mirrors don’t.
I’ve had times when I’ve been well over 20 pounds over my comfortable-self-secure weight and that baby powder pimp slaps me back into training mode. But we’re not self-conscious as babies. So what drives us to involve fitness into our life?
For myself, as many would most likely assume, I am driven by the aesthetic results of fitness as an adult. I am also driven by the emotional high that comes from feeling capable within mo
Death Race 2010 Adventure, first impression
Every now and then it’s fun to test ourselves. A couple months ago I tried just that.
Back in June of 2009 I accompanied and supported a childhood best friend of mine, Captain Michael Signori, through something called Death Race. It was what you’d expect by the event title alone; something _____ awful. You can enter your own expletive. 🙂
Honestly it was fantastic and thrilling. Pure determination, coupled with physical prowess, and paired with magnificent timing and the sheer luck of adequate preparation. Basically you have to be a BAMF or 100% certifiably crazy to complete. And Mike did, in honorable time mind you: 14 total hours in summer 2009.
Michael is by far the fittest and craziest person – challenge wise – I’ve ever encountered and most likely will ever know. Michael’s been to war twice. We call Michael “Superman” in our group of friends. He’s just that guy.
Mike is in red shirt, I am in Camoflauge shirt in what looks like an uncompromised position
So, I decided the next 12 months of my life should be spent preparing for this Death Race in 2010 in Pittsfield, Vermont. Of course, the challenge is never the same twice. The events always change. And the course gets harder each year. Basically each outing Andy and Joe over at www.Peak.com ensure you’re ________ to start. Enter any other expletive you’d like again. I love reader participation!
In a nut shell I trained with purpose – ridiculous purpose.
Here’s a clip of my video application submission for Death Race 2010.
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Next post I’ll conclude my Death Race 2010 experience.
Live the dream.
Rob Belley
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