World’s Toughest Mudder – An Ode to Pissing in My Wetsuit

When I think about the world’s toughest race
A mudder that put me in my place
The memory that I cannot replace
Is pissing in my wetsuit

I registered in the previous year
My training plan became more clear
A piece of training I never went near
Was pissing in my wetsuit

The forecast was cold for our race day
The five-mile course ahead of us lay
Nolan and Eli never bothered to say
We’d be pissing in our wetsuits

Worlds Toughest Mudder GirlThis competitor probably pissed in her wetsuit

The first couple laps were warm and free
The sun was out, everyone could see
I figured no other runner would be
Pissing in their wetsuit

The sun went down and it turned cold
The time had come for me to be bold
And deliver a liquid colored gold
By pissing in my wetsuit

The first couple times were totally weird
Being seen by others is what I feared
But eventually I became less skeered
Of pissing in my wetsuit

Worlds Toughest Mudder PondThe pond was the perfect place for pissing in your wetsuit

Turning laps, my heart would pound
My friends and family I couldn’t let down
I mastered the art of walking around
Just pissing in my wetsuit

As grass and obstacles turned to ice
The liquid warmth was really nice
Some laps I would even go twice
By pissing in my wetsuit

When the race was over my body was toast
My pit crew wouldn’t even come close
The smell of ammonia was super gross
From pissing in my wetsuit

Worlds Toughest Mudder WoodsTwo Ryans – Possibly Pissed in their Wetsuits

When I got home and cleaned my stuff
A simple scrub was not enough
Removing the smell was really tough
From pissing in my wetsuit

I watched the special on TV
They didn’t mention, I didn’t see
That Rea and Kris, I guarantee
Were pissing in their wetsuits

The moral of this story is
If during the race you have to wizz
The only acceptable answer is
Pissing in your wetsuit

Worlds Toughest Mudder Mendoza

I guarantee these guys pissed in their wetsuits

All Photo Credit Goes to OCR Nation


Killington Ultra Beast 2017 – Mental Sabotage

It was happening again. 365 days and six hours removed from a DNF at mile 27 of the 2016 Killington Ultra Beast, I’m 17 miles into the 2017 race, hiking up some ski slope in Vermont, quads locked up, body not responding, thinking about quitting. I can’t believe this is happening.

This year was going to be different. After failing last year I’d stepped my way back into ultra. There was a 50k in December, 41 miles at Black Toe in January, and the New Jersey Ultra Beast in April. I ran solid races at the Ohio Beast/Sprint in May, did five laps at the Warrior Dash in less than four hours in July, and set a new post-high school PR in the 5k on my way to a top 25 finish in a 6k just last weekend. Those accomplishments meant nothing. I’m falling apart again.


Photo Courtesy of Sara Heilwagen

Going through my head are countless hours of training, including over 2000 miles of running in the last year, a new record for me. Am I really going to do this all over again? I’m thinking about the people who support me in this ridiculous habit that I currently hate. How am I going to face the people at work who have endured me talking about this for a year? And my running group, who sent words of encouragement earlier that morning. How do I tell my family and my kids that I’ve failed again? My wife is down there in the festival area waiting on me, how do I explain to her what’s going on inside my head? Most importantly, how am I going to look at myself in the mirror?


Photo Courtesy of Cheryl Harland

I see Danielle, whom I now consider my friend, coming up behind me. Danielle Rieck is famous in our circles for being the first person to attain a perfect Spartan Delta; a triple trifecta of obstacle racing and endurance events that very few have accomplished. She lost toes in the process. I hung with Danielle in New Jersey because I wanted to finish and Danielle knows how to finish things. She sees that I’m coming apart at the seams, and does her best to distract me from the pain. She asks about my kids a lot, and we talk about her nephew. It’s too late though, I’m too far gone. We get to the first barb wire crawl, the shorter one, and I’m so slow that she has no choice but to go on. I don’t blame her, I’m a lost cause.


Photo Courtesy of Spartan Race

At this point, I am lower than I’ve ever been in a race. I can feel that lump in my throat growing. If there was a place to quit, I would have quit, but you’re in the middle of the woods, high on a Vermont mountain, and the only way out is to follow the crowd to the top and walk back down. So I keep walking, head down, looking at the ground. People are passing me left and right. I’m all alone. The alarm on my watch goes off, reminding me to take on nutrition so I suck down some caffeinated Tailwind and take some Carbopro VO2 max pills and BC powder, put on my earbuds, and kept climbing.

I make it to the top and do the Herc hoist and inverted wall, not really knowing why. Everybody else was doing it. Then start on the dreaded two-mile downhill that ends at the lake. With locked up quads, downhills are just awful, so I keep walking. Somewhere in the next mile, something happened. Maybe it was the caffeine or sugar from the Tailwind, the BC powder, the Beastie Boys, or something else, but at some point, I remember feeling the urge to run. So I ran.

I notice that I’m not getting passed anymore, and I don’t feel so alone. I’m part of the race again. We do the plate drag, which doesn’t seem near as hard as expected, and keep running downhill. We complete the Z-wall, and as we jump into the swim, we’re doing the math. Eight hours to finish the next ten miles. Totally doable. There is absolutely no way we’re not going to finish.


Photo Courtesy of Sara Heilwagen

The next ten miles are a blur. I’m not going to say they were easy because they weren’t. I, and the people I met along the way, covered some tough terrain, going up, back down again, and then straight up the death march. Coming down off the peak after the death march, most of us went down backwards or slid on our butts. The last bucket carry was arduous. Legs, arms, abs, everything was cramping. But we all kept going because we knew that we’d finish.


Photo Courtesy of Sara Heilwagen

I surprised even myself by completing the final rig and saw my wife in the crowd smiling. After hitting the final spear throw, I found Danielle in the burpee pit. She was as surprised to see me as I was to be there, and had experienced her own emotional toils in the last ten miles. We did our last burpees together at Olympus and crossed the finish line together for the second time this year. I always expect this wave of emotions at the end, but my emotional gas tank was completely drained. There was nothing left. 30+ miles will do that to you.

My finisher’s belt buckle goes on the wall in my garage with the three dozen other medals I have. Each medal serves as a key to a memory. When I look at the buckle that says Killington, Vermont, I’m going to remember the physical and emotional roller coaster of September 16, 2017. I’m going to remember the people that I met and all their positive words to me on the course. Most of all, I’m going to remember what I learned. I learned that no matter the physical preparation, the most important preparation is mental. I learned that your mind is what gets you through the peaks and valleys.


Photo Courtesy of Brad Heilwagen

If you’re planning to take on the Killington Ultra Beast, know this: you will want to quit. Also know that there is a place inside yourself where you can find the will to finish, and once you unlock that place, you’re unstoppable. If that doesn’t work, try the Beastie Boys.


Photo Courtesy of the Beastie Boys

Spartan Race 2016 Ohio Beast and Sprint Review

For the third time in as many years, Spartan Race invaded The Wilds near Chandlersville, OH for another multi-race weekend.  This year was a Beast/Sprint combo, with the Beast on Saturday and the Sprint on Sunday.  Given that this was the third time Spartan has hosted an event at The Wilds, and compounded by the fact that their U.S. Championship Series was being kicked off with the Big Sky Sprint in Montana, a lot of folks came into Saturday’s race anticipating the same old boring ass courses they’d seen twice before.   Were they ever in for a rude awakening.  I’m happy to report that Spartan took that fairly nondescript Beast/Sprint course from last year and turned it completely on its head.


A copy of the course map (Photo Courtesy of Matt Roenker)

The Boring Stuff
Parking was $10 a car, and located right off Chandlersville Road within walking distance of the registration tent.  I heard rumors and saw pictures of long lines getting into the parking lot later in the day, but if you show up to an OCR at 11:00 am you should expect to wait in line anyway.  Some people did have to park across the road, which made the trek to the registration tent quite a bit longer.  The festival area was very spread out, something Spartan has been doing more of this year.  I am personally a big fan of this because there’s only so much Skrillex a guy can take at seven in the morning, and a spread out festival area provides room to get away from the loudspeakers.  The biggest team tent was perched atop a knoll to the far left, and afforded a panoramic view of the entire festival area.  From that vantage, you could watch people coming in through the registration tent, looking through the merchandise trailers, checking bags, and finishing up the race.  The OCR community is pretty tight-knit in the Ohio-Kentucky-Indiana Region, and as such, the biggest team tent was shared by the Corn Fed Spartans and Crazy Mudder Muckers on both days.


The biggest team tent and festival area (Photo Credit: Mitch Mazaher)

The Beast
Spartan made their best use of the terrain so far to give racers a surprisingly difficult, roughly 14-mile Beast course, with over 2,300 feet of elevation gain.  The long treks down two-lane service roads from previous years were replaced with miles and miles of single-track or nearly bushwhacking trails that looked like they’d been cut only the week before, including a two-mile section of steep, ass-sliding downhills and all-fours crawling uphills from miles 9 to 11 that a certain relentless BRO I know christened ‘the butthurt obstacle’.  Compared to last year’s Beast course, there was at least an additional 1,300 feet of elevation gain, not bad for a place that has maybe 200 feet of overall relief to work with.  There was even a mini version of pinnacle hill that was so steep they had ropes hanging from tree trunks for assistance.  Spartan found some extra mud holes as well, including a solid stretch of mud in the first two miles that made the Z-Walls one of the most difficult obstacles of the day.


The muddiest Z-Wall I’ve ever seen (Photo Credit: Eric Mielke)

Speaking of obstacles, Beast racers got all the familiar Spartan Race obstacles they’ve come to love (or loathe), including log hurdles, short walls, tall walls, inverted walls, monkey bars, vertical cargo net, A-frame cargo net, log farmer’s carry, two sequential barb wire crawls, atlas carry, spear throw, slip wall, stairway to Sparta, herc hoist, and fire jump.  The bucket brigade was a little less rugged than it had been at this location in the past with no dangerous downhill steps, and the classic 30-foot rope climb from the bottom of a mud pit was replaced with the new shorter rope with straw bales below that they’ve been using this year.  The addition of the tyrolean traverse over bare ground was a nice surprise.  The dreaded multi-rig was very early on in the race (get ready Adam Kwitko, here it comes), and featured a tarzan rope-ring-rope-ring combo, followed by a horizontal bar shimmy to two rings and a final tarzan rope.


Michael Conner dominates the Multi-Rig (Photo Credit: Mitch Mazaher)

The Sprint
The Sprint course was a nicely condensed version of the Beast, measuring roughly 6 miles in distance with just short of 600 feet of elevation gain, and mirrored the Beast course until just after the barb wire crawl, where instead of turning left for a 9-mile run through the woods, racers kept going straight to the spear throw, followed immediately by a climb into the woods and the aforementioned ‘butthurt obstacle’.  By Sunday morning, the course had seen so many racers that the path through the woods was well-worn and extremely muddy, but still single-track, causing numerous backups and complaints of slow course times.  The most challenging part of the course, in my opinion, had to be the mud pit / slip wall combo.  After two days of being lacquered with mud from the pit, the wall was slicker than greased goose shit and trying to use the rope without knots was a hilarious joke.


Greg Hess climbing the slip wall (Photo Credit: Amber Marie Dixon at Broad Spectrum Photography)

The Kids’ Race
If you read my BattleFrog Nashville review, you know that I gave them big props on how they handled the kids’ race.  It seems like Spartan is making improvements too, and although I didn’t have any kids at this race, I heard nothing but positive reviews from the kids’ course.  The kids’ courses came in one-half, one, and two-mile distances that were very easy to follow with obstacles perfect for any age.  A friend told me that the volunteers were very helpful.  They got the kids all amped up at the starting corral and were willing to get muddy and dirty to help the kids get through the obstacles.  Fun for the entire family.


Owen Edwards, the next Ryan Atkins (Photo Credit: Cari Edwards)

The Personal Stuff
I typically don’t write about how I ran during these races so if you don’t care just stop now, but this was a weekend of personal redemption for me.  Although I’m from Nashville, Ohio is the home state for my team, the Crazy Mudder Muckers, so races in Ohio always make my ‘A’ list.  After my catastrophic crash-and-burn performance at last year’s Spartan Ohio Beast, I had vowed to redeem myself this year.  I am happy to report that I put together one of my best races to date and completed the Beast in 3:13.  If Spartan would have actually put me in the correct age group, that would have been good enough for 8th place (competitive wave), which is a success in my book.  I have a lot of people to thank for this result, the first and most important of which is my wife, who tolerates my absence during long training hours and race weekends in various exotic locations, as well as the endless stream of OCR bullcrap that comes out of my mouth while I’m at home.  I also have to thank Miguel Medina and Yancy Culp, who have been coaching me through the last six months of training.  I’ll stop there.


Your author in his happy place (Photo Credit: Mitch Mazaher)

BattleFrog Greater Nashville Review

Leading up to the BattleFrog Series Greater Nashville race on April 9, 2016 near Lynnville, Tennessee, Chris ‘Beard’ Accord and Ryan Atkins had been talking all kinds of smack about how difficult the course would be.  I saw quotes like ‘challenge may be an understatement’ and ‘one for the record books.’  Add to that the predicted low of 35 for Saturday morning, and people were pretty damn nervous about Saturday morning.  Living in Middle Tennessee myself and knowing the terrain of the area, I still wasn’t convinced.  Boy was I wrong.  BattleFrog and Wooly’s Off Road Club packed a punch that I’m still feeling down my posterior chain this morning.

BattleFrog Nashville Terrain

The Terrain at Wooly’s Off Road Club (photo credit: Brad Heilwagen)

First the boring stuff – Standard parking ($10) was about a mile from the venue in a mud-free, relatively flat field.  School buses were shuttling people from the parking lot to the venue with such regularity that we never had to wait more than five minutes to go either way.  VIP Parking ($25) was also available right across the road from the entrance to the venue for those who can’t ride or fit on a school bus.  Don’t joke, I literally heard a pregnant lady say, ‘my belly don’t fit on this bus’.  I got there right about 6:00 am, my wife and kids got there at about 11:00 am, and neither of us had to wait in line to park.  The festival area was packed tight between Mooresville Road and some trees.  The only way in or out was to walk underneath a horizontal cargo net with finishing race participants raining mud and dirt on your head.

BattleFrog Nashville Cargo

Cargo Net Over the Entrance (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

Apparently BattleFrog took a cue from Cracker Barrel, because everybody going in and out of the venue had to pass through the merchandise tent.  I wonder how sales went.  From there the festival area opened up a bit, but was still fairly long and narrow.  Bag check, potties, changing tents, and showers were all very close together, and the changing tents were heated.  Heated changing tents were especially appreciated given the abnormally low temperatures for this time of year.  There were two food trucks, and although I didn’t catch their names they both looked busy all day.  The only drawback I saw was that the beer tent was way at the end of the festival area and you had to walk around the finish chute to get to the food trucks.  No big deal.

BattleFrog Nashville Showers

A Finisher Gets Creative with the Shower Hose (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

The course itself was very spread out, maximizing the nearly 2,000 acres of ‘wooly’ terrain at their disposal.  Not super spectator friendly, since all you could watch from the festival areas was Platinum Rig #2, Cargo Crawl, and Tip of the Spear.  With only 100 yards of bushwhacking and very little mud, we spent most of our time on rocky, double-track ATV trails, going up and down calf and quad-burning hills.  Before the race, Beard told me 5 miles and 1,600 feet of elevation gain, but I saw some GPS readings of 5.25 miles and 1,875 feet of elevation gain per lap.  With every step there was potential for ankle sprainage.  Up the hills, running turned into power hiking, which turned into the occasional rest-step.  Definitely not a ‘runner’s course’.  I saw a lot of ‘elites’ who were on the fast train to crampy town, and after two laps the BFX tent looked like a Civil War field hospital.

BattleFrog Nashville Hills

Runners Head Uphill Immediately at the Start (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

The obstacles were typical of what has become the new standard for BattleFrog:  modular construction and multiple skill levels.  Logs and wooden beams have been replaced with lightweight aluminum bars.  Not quite as natural feeling, but I can see what they’re trying to do.  I only wish they’d bring back the round bars on the 60 degrees obstacle because the square bars are pretty tough on the nuts.  I was really looking forward to trying the new “Weaver” obstacle, and was disappointed to see that for this race the weaver was essentially laying on the ground.  The volunteer told me to just bear crawl across, and later in the day I saw they had it surrounded with caution tape.  Not quite sure what the story is there.

BattleFrog Nashville Weaver

Athletes Bear Crawl OVER the Weaver (photo credit: BattleFrog Series)

Walls, ramp walls, inverted walls, and both platinum rigs now have three skill levels:  novice, intermediate, and elite.  On the walls, where the elites may have a smooth wall to attack, the intermediate and novice have a few extra footholds for support, making it feasible for just about everyone.  Only the male elites are required to do the elite rigs, which at this race were absurdly difficult.  Rig #1 was on a windy hilltop right after the wreck bag carry.  So you’d get all sweaty coming up the hill with a wreck bag, then stand in line on a windy hilltop shivering in the cold breeze before attempting the brutal combination of ring – pipe – pipe – ring – pipe – pipe – rest…I don’t know what the rest was because I never finished the damn thing.  The elite women had it a little easier in the intermediate lane, and the novice lane was a pretty cushy combination of rings, footholds, and ropes.  This new arrangement made the platinum rig a doable obstacle for all but about 10% of participants.  Elite Platinum Rig #2 started out with a sagging horizontal rope (no feet allowed), transition to two round bars, then rope – ring – ring – rope – pipe – ring (said in my best Adam Kwitko voice).  Intermediate had it a little easier with ring – rope – bar – bar – bar – rope – ring – ring – long pipe – ring, which was totally doable because I actually did it myself and I’m no ninja warrior.

BattleFrog Nashville Platinum Rig 2

Elite Female Andi Hardy Attempts Platinum Rig #2 (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

As an aside, I really appreciated how involved the BattleFrog Pro Team and Elites were in the kid’s races.  I saw Ryan Atkins, Lindsey Webster (with Suunto), Corinna Coffin, and Laura Messner out on the course giving words of encouragement to the kids.  Coach Pain even gave them a little motivational speech.  It was clear that the kid’s course wasn’t just an afterthought.

All in all, the BattleFrog Nashville race turned out to be a great event for the whole OCR family.  You can see how much they’ve adapted to the changing times and feedback from participants.  I’ve heard a lot of people talking crap about how they change too much and how with only 1,600 participants at an event they can’t keep going.  I really hope they do.  By including open, elite, and BFX distances, as well as novice, intermediate, and elite obstacle levels at all their events, they satisfy the OCR needs of weekend warriors and extreme athletes alike.  Although I’m not currently a season pass holder, I will be very soon. If you haven’t done one of these, you really should.

BattleFrog Nashville TreeCargo

Female Stars of the Upcoming Fox Reality Show American Grit Climb the Tree Cargo (photo credit: Ryan Richey)

So in honor of our friend Merle Haggard, who passed away just last Wednesday at the age of 79, I offer you this song to the tune of the first verse of The Fightin’ Side of Me.

I hear people talkin’ bad, about the BattleFrog Series.  Harpin’ ‘bout their platinum rigs, and gripin’ ‘bout the way things oughta be.  I don’t mind ‘em switchin’ races, and getting’ medals of all shapes and sizes.  When they’re puttin’ down this series, man, they’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

They’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.  Putting down a series that keeps changin’ to align with all our needs.  If you ain’t done it, try it!  Let this song that I’m singin’ be a warnin’.  When you’re puttin’ down this series, boss, you’ walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

BattleFrog Nashville Medals

BattleFrog Elite and Open Wave Medals (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

BattleFrog Nashville TipoftheSpear

Athletes Attempt Tip of the Spear, Elites on the Left, Intermediate on the Right (photo credit:  Sara Heilwagen)

BattleFrog Nashville Coach Pain

Coach Pain Demonstrates the 8-Count Body Builder to Open Wave Participants (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

BattleFrog Nashville Kids

Completing the Last Obstacle of the BullFrog Mile with Race Director Ryan Atkins Overseeing (photo credit: Sara Heilwagen)

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A Day in the Life of…Miguel Medina

Follow along as we examine the daily routine of elite obstacle course racer Miguel Medina to get a feel for how he mixes training and racing into his already busy life.  With over 10 podium finishes spanning stadium races to ultra-distance events, including a 1st place team finish at WTM in 2014 and a 2nd place finish at the 2015 Spartan Race Ultra Beast Championships, there is no question that this Spartan Pro Team and SISU Pro Team member fits into the class of elite obstacle course racers.  However, there’s more to Miguel than OCR.

Miguel Medina Spartan Ultra Beast

Miguel Medina (left) on the Spartan Race Ultra Beast Podium

5:30 am:  Alarm goes off.  The sun may not be up yet, but Miguel Medina is.  The 27-year-old Torrance, California, native doesn’t even give the snooze button a second look.  After answering nature’s call for himself, he lets his three dogs outside…nature is calling them as well.  Back inside, he starts a pot of coffee while stretching and getting warmed up for the day.  Then Miguel heads out the door for what Coach Yancy Culp calls his ‘daily necessity run’.  Miguel uses this three miles of relaxed aerobic running to clear his mind so he can concentrate on the day ahead.

Miguel Medina Necessity Run

Miguel during his morning necessity run

6:45 am:  Back from his run, Miguel feeds the pups and preps his breakfast shake.  After downing breakfast (a shake made from flax milk, kale, banana, oatmeal, flax, and chia seeds), Miguel hits the showers, puts on a polo or a shirt and tie, pulls back that famous long hair, and heads to work.

Miguel Medina Breakfast Shake

Typical ingredients for a Miguel Medina breakfast

7:30 am:  The commute is not arduous.  Since moving to Ft. Collins, Colorado, this year, Miguel has started working from home as a Medical Interpreter and Translator.  If you’ve been following OCR for several years, you probably already know this, having seen a hypoxic Miguel on 60 Minutes Sports, tearing off his training mask and testifying, “I’m a medical interpreter”.  What the heck is a Medical Interpreter and Translator?  Picture sitting at your desk in your office when a Skype call comes in.  On the other end of the call are a Doctor and Patient, one of which speaks Spanish, the other English.  Miguel’s job is to bridge the cultural and linguistic gaps in communication between the two.  It requires effective communication skills with an understanding of both cultures.  In any given conversation, he could be communicating the topics of neurology, nephrology, gastroenterology, psychiatry, nutritional science, etc. in two languages with two people from vastly different backgrounds.  He says every day is a little different.  Although the job can be very challenging, it is also very rewarding because Miguel gets to help people who may have some very serious health problems.  Without Miguel, they would have difficulty getting treatment.  Miguel fields calls from around the U.S. off-and-on all day long.

Miguel Medina Medical Interpreter

The Medical Interpreter in Action

In between calls, Miguel is squeezing in some basic movements, like the stationary bike, pull-ups, Turkish get-ups, or stretching.  Anything to get his heart rate up in the 135-145 range.  He also squeezes in snacks all day, such as carrots, celery, and cherry tomatoes, as well as peanut butter and some awesome and healthy cookies made by his girlfriend Meredith.  Lunch is eaten on-the-fly as well, and today includes a vegetable curry with cauliflower, carrots, sweet potatoes, garlic, onion, kale, and some legumes.

Miguel Medina Typical Lunch

A typical Miguel Medina working lunch

He also uses the time in between calls to catch up on questions from his Yancy Camp athletes and have his almost daily conversations with Coaches Yancy Culp and Richard Diaz, his BFF Hunter McIntyre, and his family.

4:00 pm:  The medical interpreter clocks out, and the obstacle course racer clocks in.  After work you’ll find Miguel on the trails, at the track, or at the gym.  For roughly three hours a day, he’s running, bouldering, rock climbing, swimming, doing crossfit, or lifting heavy things.  You will also find Miguel knocking out one of his Yancy Camp prescribed workouts, a sadistic mix of aerobic run, tempo run, speed run, burpee, pull up, burpee pull up, farmer’s carry, sandbell snatch, sandbell step up, sandbell squat, lunge, weighted lunge, or some other form of body torture.  Once the season picks up, those three-hour training sessions will be extended to almost six hours.  Miguel is especially psyched today because he is going to his new favorite gym in Ft. Collins, Maniac’s, where the highlight of the workout will be tire drags in the parking lot.  Miguel says he listens to a variety of music while he works out, including classic rock and metal, but his playlist lately has shifted into a lot of electronic music.  Maniac’s is totally cool with that.

Miguel Medina Tire Drag

Miguel (right) drags a tire at Maniac’s

7:00 pm:  Just getting out of the gym, Miguel and his girlfriend will typically pick up something for dinner to save a little time.  Not tonight, though, for tonight there’s a big roast in the oven with some sprouted bread and a ton of vegetables.  We’re talking 4-6 services of vegetables, which Miguel insists is a requirement for the OCR lifestyle.  He tends to avoid alcohol so it doesn’t distract from his goals this season.  The remainder of the evening is spent discussing plans for the upcoming weekend with his girlfriend, playing with the dogs, and catching up on questions from Yancy Camp athletes.

10:00 pm: In bed, after a long day of working and training there will be no problem going to sleep tonight.

Stats for the Average Day
Sleeping:  7.5 hours
Eating:  1 hour
Working Out:  3 hours
Working:  8 hours
Driving:  0 hours
Rearing Children (well, pets):  1 hour
Other (Yancy Camp, Phone Calls, etc.):  3.5 hours

Miguel Medina Family

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