Jon of SwiCy­cloRun relays his hilar­i­ous sto­ry about a day at Lake George.

I was able to start day #2 up in Lake George off with not one, but two kayak­ers to escort me on a short .6 mile OWS in the cove where I was stay­ing. Thanks to my sis­ter and cousin!

My thing about open water swim­ming is that I like to swim in water where I CANNOT see the bot­tom. Or rather, ANYTHING oth­er than the per­son in front of me whom I am draft­ing. Got it?

Lake George is a clear lake, espe­cial­ly in the morn­ing, and even with two kayak­ers near me, I still get freaked out when I see a fish, or a GIGANTIC boul­der under­neath you.

But do you real­ly want to know what freaks me out the most? When I hit a gigan­tic DEAD fish out in the mid­dle of the lake. GAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! haha­ha­ha­ha­haa! I came up and was all pan­icked with, “What was that! What was that!” My lit­tle almost 12 year old cousin was laugh­ing with, “Haha! Haha! You hit a dead fish!”

Ok, I got a chuck­le out of it after I real­ized what it was. But man! Talk about freak­out! What are the chances that out of the ENTIRE lake that I hit the one dead fish in the cove!?!?!? I could actu­al­ly smell it before I came near it. So gross! I even cut my fin­ger on its fin. Blah!

So after the swim, I laced up the shoes and went for a run with my super run­ner aunt. I said I need­ed to do 9 miles and she respond­ed with, “Oh! We can go up Mt. Defiance.”

Spe­cial thanks to Jeff @ Dan­gle The Car­rot for shoot­ing me a great of def­i­n­i­tion of what “defi­ance” means:
inten­tion­al­ly con­temp­tu­ous behav­ior or atti­tude. OR a hos­tile challenge.

Does this look like a “hos­tile chal­lenge” to you?

Says the aver­age pitch is 9.36% .…I’d say the max is ~16%. Get your climb­ing gear out!
So my aunt gets us to mile 4 and we start going up a pitch and she says, “By the way, this isn’t the hill yet.” WHAAAAT!!!! We get to the top of the pitch and she then says, “Here is the turn to head up.” We make the turn and I see this wall in front of me. GULP!

I col­lect­ed myself and we start­ed the ascent. It went wall to short plateau to wall to short plateau and my breath­ing got heav­ier and heav­ier and my pace was crawl­ing to that of a slug. Final­ly we come to a flat sec­tion and I can see a clear­ing. I am con­vinced that the end is right there. WRONG! I turn anoth­er cor­ner and again look up to even STEEPER sec­tions that are even LONGER. OH MAN GET THIS OVER WITH!!!

Now my brain has switched into full on Mt. Ven­toux climb­ing mode. The SUCKAGE is at its great­est and the top will come and this hill climb will pay off div­i­dends in two weeks @ Timberman.

Well, at least the reward­ing view at the top was lit­er­al­ly breath­tak­ing! Haha­ha! Get it? I was out of breath when I got to the top? Oh man.…I will be here all week folks, try the duck!
View to the north into Ver­mont. This is the bot­tom of Lake Champlain.
That fort is Fort Ticon­dero­ga. The Brits hauled two canon up to this view and shot artillery shells down upon the fort dur­ing the Rev­o­lu­tion­ary war. Can you imag­ine haul­ing canon up this road?!?!?
View to the south into Ver­mont. The very bot­tom of Lake Cham­plain is down there even further.
We took it easy on the way down so as to not get blis­ters on the feet. It took us 12:30 to run the 1 mile up, and 11 mins to run the 1 mile down. I can’t risk blis­ters at this point. Gonna save em for two more weeks. We round­ed out the run @ 10.2 miles for the morn­ing, round­ing out a sol­id week­end of training.

I then fell asleep in a ham­mock on the shore with the wind rock­ing me side to side. That was a great and well deserved nap!

To read more of Jon’s adven­tures, check out his blog SwiCy­cloRun… Tales of an Age Group Triathlete.
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