The Lew Crew

The Lew Crew
You got a long way to go Fat Stuff! Get out there and run!

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Workout: 01-01-019, Hilo to Volcano Relay.

Three person team of awesomeness and lucky enough to have a driver, "Tres Pollo Locos". It is a 50K, sea level to 4000',each person runs 5 segments, I had good strong paces ranging from 9-10:30's. Sunny, warm, with some thin clouds.

Blog to be a workout log also.

Since most of the posts here are only mildly entertaining, for those individuals who are in between more quality entertainment, which happens to be no one, since my blogs, I have one on wix.com too (Mumbles and Rambles), and no one is viewing them, and I am not seeking anyone to view them, but I do want to use them as a form of journal, and the Chubby Cheetah also as a workout log leading up to Honu 70.3 the ironman at the beginning of June.  my workouts will be listed as workout/date/description. My other blog, "Mumbles and Rambles", isn't to gain viewership either. It is about consistency for an entire year. It is more of a rambling if the thoughts of who I aspire to be, and in the cover of anonymity use the internet avatar to create real changes to myself, my habits, and enhance my own life.

Monday, January 7, 2019

Hilo to Volcano Ultra Relay 2019

I just looked back and noticed my first post it was in 2011. What the F*&^, time goes by that quickly!  Eight years later and my goals are to change the same patterns. From the outside looking in it probably appears the same, but I feel that this go is much different. I am super chubby, less than in the fall, but in Tennessee at Christmas I weighed in at 207.  I am fairly strong, if I can keep my training from hitting all the normal potholes I could have a totally different race season. My push to build a base seemed to work. On the team "Tres Pollo Loco's", we ran the 50k in 4:46. A good time for a team thrown together at the end of December. It's 3 people, running five legs each, at around 2 miles a leg. It goes from sea level to 4000' elevation. I ran mostly close to 9 minute miles, with the last segment just over 10 minute miles. I was at 8's for about half of the leg running step for step with a high school track girl. This bouncing little track didn't even look like she was breaking a sweat, and I looked like a drunk Russian coming out of a car wash. One of the solo ultra support vehicles pulled off the road, and the support person, who is obviously not a runner, opened his door jumped out, and stood there with the door open, forcing me to drop behind the bouncing pony tail, to avoid push her towards the white line and traffic. And, step by step the pony tail bobbed a little further in front of me. My conditioning was enough to keep me shuffling up the hill, but no kick left to catch the pony tail. I am referring to the pony tail, because there were three teams, of three girls, all small runner girls, and everyone of them had a mid shoulder pony tail. Since I am at least a 100 pounds their senior and in mediocre shape, I watched pony tails bounce away from me all day. My team was awesome, fun, and pushed themselves conquering the never ending hills in our climb to Volcano village. I am considering that race my first official work out towards the training for the Lavaman Triathlon that is at the end of March. My training on Sunday was trying to learn how to sail in a small dingy called a Sunfish. Until you try sailing one of those little boats, you don't realize that it is a full body workout, and your first few sessions are comedy gold. Jaime captained one yesterday for the first time, and we capsized twice in Hilo Bay. The first time our dagger board fell out, the sail went under water, I had to get the dagger board back in place, swim around, and climb my fat butt all the way up to standing on the dagger board to right the boat. Then Jaime went back to shore. I went on a solo sail to get reacquainted with the sailing process, as it was my fourth time. Then I took Otis for a cruise, and then I took Betty for a cruise. Today I may catch a light work out in the afternoon. Most of the day will be spent getting ready for the kids to start back to school tomorrow.

Friday, January 4, 2019

Hilo to Volcano 50k Relay Tomorrow

Aloha,

     I am heavier than I have probably ever been. Weighing 207 pounds. I am feeling strong in spite of my weight. After tomorrows race I am going to start to control my portions, but I am going to let most of the weight come off naturally during the season. It is such a difficult balance between staying strong and losing fat. Weight is not really the way I should phrase it, because I don't want to lose any muscle. My belly already doesn't slide over when I lay on my side, so I am already trimming up a bunch.

    Tomorrow's relay is two mile segments, and I am hoping to keep my slow paces around 9 minute miles, and if I am falling apart no slower than 10 minute miles, and during some point of the race hit 7 minute miles. The trick is staying strong all day, keeping lightly fed and hydrated. Starting at sea level the race is over 4000 feet of elevation gain, so it is all up hill, except the out an d back down Wright Rd. which is, the hardest part, large rolling hills at around 4,200 feet elevation. It's a small race, maybe 100-150 entries with relay teams, and a fun post race hang out and awards.

   After, a nice hard push for running being fully started after this race it is time to fold the other disciplines into the schedule. I will start my swim training, switch from small occasional mountain bike rides into hilly tri-bike rides, lots of short hard pool swamis while the kids are at swim practice, surfing, I will definitely push work outs to go surfing, keeping sailing on the first and third Saturdays with the Hilo Sailing Club, and by somewhere opening the connection to unlimited spiritual energy rise above my own deprecating self image, plug in, reset the whole fucking computer even if it risks everything.  I will not carry my race season as a ball and chain through the mud and rocks letting my other responsibilities and desires fall to the way side as my home chores pill like it''s a career choice. I will not use, "I will not, cannot, won't" with me, instead rising with positive language and thoughts. "I allow myself, Not I stopped eating this, but I started eating this. Things we pretend piss us off or frustrated, I am going to do like I tell me children, "stop, try again, try a new tactic." I am not going let the mind say no beer, spit out the tobacco, put down the whiskey, pick up the broccoli, unless my my body tells me. Over the years of trying these races I have learned that you body will tell you what it wants and when. If you listen every thing goes well. It will be interesting to see how my new perspective, coming off recent failures, and keeping life fun will play out this season. Especially with all of my workout friends in far superior shape due to their consistency conditioning themselves over the years. I have fallen in and out due projects, life, accepting the excuses I provided myself. This is going to be a year at living in the joy and grace and laughter of life, and for that reason I will succeed in all my endeavors!

Note to 2019

01-04-2019

      This is hopefully my last season as the Chubby Cheetah, and then I will retire this project maybe after I crush at the Big Horn 50, but I really have my sites set the World Championships of Triathlon Ironman in Kona, Hawaii. If I don't gain entry, maybe I can look at doing a 100 mile foot race, but if I can find a way to be super dedicated to every thing in my life, and super successful at my physical endeavors then I would like to bring this project to close. Even if no one every sees it except my little family. I need to finish this project. 2019 is a year of closure for all old projects and ways of being. Shed your skin, and leave behind anger, self judgement, regrets. Let's set ourselves up to win for the rest of our lives. Letting go of any anger or resentment, which only hobbles the owner from their own bliss. Letting every molecule expand, becoming lighter, making it impossible for the dark bitter seeds to cling onto all the slights in your life, and through that slight expansion, all your bitterness floats away, leaving you a nonjudgemental lighter beaming with life you who glides through life in the front seat of the roller coaster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

"2019" Happy New Years!!!!!!!

Aloha,


      I failed to read through the whole last post, and I failed miserably at the races in 2018. Last year, what a F#$%^&* Year. I was electrocuted for days by shingles, went to Positano, Italy with my dear friends for Karlos's 60th birthday drank ate and smoked too much and got deathly ill in Italy. Missed trains, buses, had cars break, a volcano erupted 7 or 8 miles from my house, went out and help friends out next to the volcano while it was erupting, the kids had a crazy fun summer, in the fall they did every extra activity I believe they offer on the Island. I double booked Italy with the Lavaman Triathlon and missed it. Was sick so often that I couldn't do the Honu, tried to get a refund with proof of doctors visit and was denied. I signed up for the 2019 Lavaman thinking for once I would be smart and get a base before starting to train for a race, found out we were having our first annual Exterra Race on the Kona side, with a month and a half to train. I got sick. Injured my hip the week before the race. I did everything possible to heal the hip. Heavier than every, loaded full of massive doses of Ibuprofen, extremely under trained, I had my first every D.Q. at a triathlon. I was heat stroking and almost passing out on the super gnarly bike course, and chose life over going out and continuing on the run. Since the race I have had several mountain bike rides and several runs up to 8.8 miles on the runs. I am going to, and I really really mean it, try to make this the last year of the Chubby Cheetah Documentary. Even if it has to be turned into a short documentary. I am going to be on a relay team of medium speed on January 5th in the Hilo to Volcano Run, maybe the swim and bike at the Team Mango Mini Monster 70.3, The Lavaman Triathlon at the end of March, and Honu 70.3 at the beginning of June in Kona. I wasn't going to try Honu this year, but five of my friends who I train with, who never have done the race while I was doing it, are doing the race this year. Before I knew it, I was checking the box to be in the competition to earn a slot into the World Championships Big Island slots during Honu 2019. Even if I can chase my friends there are tons of guys in their live of conditioning training, and if I do win a slot do I want it? What the F$%^? A 2.4 mile swim, a 112 mile bike, and a 26.2 mile run in the Kona heat and Kohala winds, I am not sure if that is something I want to do. Even if it is something I want to do, find a way to qualify, how will I find the time for works that last 6 plus hours on the regular. If I have learned one thing on the Big Island it is, "to go with the flow". I am going to push as hard as I can without giving up all my fun, and without turning into a total dick because I have worn my fat ass out. The best thing that has come out of this project so far is when I opened this blog page. After searching just to find it. Dusted it off, and saw the picture of my sweet children together when they were little. They are only nine and 6 now, but I miss those cute little people.

     My 2019 New Years resolution is to write faithfully on my second blog which I just started. At some point I will add links to it on this page, even though neither has any followers, and that is not the point any longer. My goal is to not let that one die off like this one did, and allow that persistence bleed over into all things I do or need to finish. Happy New Years! I am wishing anyone who stumbles upon this love, light, and peace!

Mark L. Lewis

Saturday, September 30, 2017

I'm Back...

Aloha,

      I thought, you thought, we all thought that this project has died. After, completing principle photography on a feature film, "The Girl Who Plays In The Purple Sand", this summer, 2017, I have decided to resurrect the documentary of the Chubby Cheetah. Liz Tichenor, who was my right hand during the photography phase of  Purple Sand, has agreed to edit the project, and I am compiling little clips as my fat hinney tries to do an Olympic distance triathlon in the spring of 2018, a Ironman 70.3 in Kona at the beginning of summer, and using that race to get into the World Champion Ship of Triathlon's Ironman 140.6 distance through qualifying for a Big Island resident slot at the 70.3 in Kona. And, maybe, maybe throw the Big Horn 50 miler into the mix this summer. It's good to be back!!!

Aloha!