Cristiano victorius! And the prelim blog on the mother of all bricks.

Wlle first news tonight comes from Lake Placid NY where Cristiano's fast running helpped him pass Ken on the way to an 11:27.24 Ironman Finish. Ken finished in 12:01.22 Hers's the overall break down:
Cristiano:
SWIM:58:42
T1:4:49
BIKE :6:18.56
T2:3:11
RUN:4:01.46
OVERALL: 11:27.24
POSITION:328
RACE LEG
DISTANCE
PACE
POSITION
TOTAL SWIM
2.4 mi. (58:42)
1:32/100m
85
FIRST BIKE SEGMENT
56 mi. (2:58:56)
18.78 mph
FINAL BIKE SEGMENT
56 mi. (3:20:00)
16.80 mph
TOTAL BIKE
112 mi. (6:18:56)
17.73 mph
515
FIRST RUN SEGMENT
13.1 mi. (1:58:59)
9:04/mile
FINAL RUN SEGMENT
13.1 mi. (2:02:47)
9:22/mile
TOTAL RUN
26.2 mi. (4:01:46)
9:13/mile
328

Ken:
Swim: 55:03
T1:4:27
Bike:6:09:34
T2: 1:47
Run: 4:50:37
Overall: 12:01:22
Position: 566
RACE LEG
DISTANCE
PACE
POSITION
TOTAL SWIM
2.4 mi. (55:03)
1:26/100m
34
FIRST BIKE SEGMENT
56 mi. (2:53:26)
19.37 mph
FINAL BIKE SEGMENT
56 mi. (3:16:08)
17.13 mph
TOTAL BIKE
112 mi. (6:09:34)
18.18 mph
346
FIRST RUN SEGMENT
13.1 mi. (2:14:12)
10:14/mile
FINAL RUN SEGMENT
13.1 mi. (2:36:25)
11:56/mile
TOTAL RUN
26.2 mi. (4:50:37)
11:05/mile
566
Good Job guys!

The second more personal news comes from what was supposed to be the mother of all bricks but turned into a straight up long ride. The Angry Runner and I made our way up the crooked, cracked and chip asphalt of CT 132. The first loop was the usual Angry Runner sprinted ahead on the flat and early descent and then let me ahead to show him the course. He managed to keep up with me on the climbs ( which was pretty shocking considering these bastard hills were harder than the sprint course.) before putting the hammer down on the descents. ( note going down 132 we blew past the sharp left hander onto Weekepeemee Rd. ) I retook the lead on Weekeepeemee which was chipped and ruttered as ever and also suffering from sand infestation from Thursday's thunderstorms and mini-landslides. before it was back up hill and onto Flanders' rd. we climbed past the Benedictine Nunery ( in which we joked if we saw a hot girl in a car turning in there we'd jump on it an beg her not to enter consencrated life at such a young age. Actually it'd be more of "Don't do It! You still got a lot of Good Years left." either that or enter an order where you could do stuff out side the convent ( and still look hot) ( no offense to the good sisters)) after that it was back to the suffering on Flanders' rd. as we climbed upto CT Rt. 61. After the turn onto 61 it was on to a down hill section ( that had some rolls to it to keep it interesting) At one point I hit about 40 mph ( going through that work zone. Angry went by me as if I was standing still so I assume he was going closer to 45- 50 mph) After rejoining the sprint course ( after crossing U.S. 6 at which Angry nearly started peadaling for Danbury) he suffered up the last little climb and descended to do it all over again. On the second loop came the shocker: After going down 61 at nearly 40 mph ( feeling like I was going to wipe out and die a most painful death entering the turns on it but knowing that if I touched the brakes I would most certainly wipe out and get fucked up mind you) I got a little fearless on the opening descent. After slowing up for a car exiting CT's most ghetto amusement park (quassy) Angry flew past except unlike the first loop where he put the hammer down and escaped. I held onto his back wheel and once past that little bridge on Rt. 64 I got out of the saddle and accelerated past. ( Robbie MeEwen Eat your heart out) I manged to lead down to that crappy S curve ( which on the olympic course is an long left hander that leads to a triple hill descent) I watched as angry passed me as I took the first turn on the descent cautiously then let go of the brakes and let the wheels spin and the speed flow. I caught Angry and passed him as we took the left onto Pleasant st. then took the short descent to the intersection at Route 6. This would be the last time I would see Angry until the end of the ride , as we crossed Rt. 6 Then I went into Rasmusssen mode climbing like a beast up one of the smaller assents in the big ring before kicking it into my climbing gear. When I reached the high mark on 132 Angry was nowhere to be seen. I took the descent down onto weekeepeemee and actually slowed up enough this time to make the turn. When I turned onto the road leading to Flanders still no sign of Angry, when I turned onto Flanders no angry. by this point I was starting to worry he might have wiped out, but then again if he did I probalby would have heard the loudest exclamation of "F-U-C-K-!!!" in New England.I rode past the Abbey as a group of nuns were entering I gave a quick "hi" as I struggled up the hill past them ( shortly after this piont I ran out of both Heed and Water. Divine punishment for the nun jokes?) I looked for angry at the top of 61 no sign of him as I entered the descent once again at suicidal speed. I completed the loop and stopped at my car to get fresh water bottles and I started my stop watch to see how far behind Angry was. After about 4 min. I got back on the bike an rode down to the Quassy baseball fields, relieved my self in one of those blue and white brownie boxes and did my loop of the sprint course. When I came to the finish Angry was sitting there waiting. ( apparently he was a good 5 to 6 min. behind me when I went to relieve my self and ended up blowing past) After a quick discussion on wether or not we should attempt a run we decided that it was best not to on this occassion. As Angry put it " A wise man knows his limit and mine was about 30 miles ago."