Hike with Dusty in Shenipsit State Forest.

Hike Shenipsit State Forest with Dusty for 5-miles. 

Hike with Dusty in Shenipsit State Forest, Bald Mountain north to the Pinnacle.  

Cooked soup in the middle of a mass of white birch. 

Mileage Totals for the Year 1990:

Run  - 1040 Miles

Bike - 3660 Miles

Mount Tom hike with Dusty,  4-miles in 4-hours, heavy snow.

Appalachian Trail hike with Dusty, Notch Road to Greylock Summit, 11-miles in 4:15:00.

(2:15 up, 2:00 down).

J. Maziarz painting exhibit at Estes Burial Ground in Savoy Mountain State Forest, with DL. 

Hike Appalachian Trail with Dusty, from Overlook Avenue to Greylock's summit.

7-miles in 2:56:00, pouring rain.

Hike Mt Sunapee with DL and Dusty, 8-Miles and 6-hours total.  

Included a visit and lunch at Lake Solitude. 

Sunapee, New Hampshire with DL and Dusty, staying at Chalk Pond. 

Great hike along the Metacomet Trail from Route 20 north towards Suffield, with DL & Dusty. 

Camping at Swanzey Lake Camping Area with DL and Dusty.

Camping at Swanzey Lake Camping Area with DL and Dusty.

Camping at Swanzey Lake Camping Area with DL and Dusty.

Final day at Hampton Beach, ready for the Triathlon.

Weather really bottomed out overnight, temperatures dipped and rain was constant.

The 1/2-mile swim was downgraded to 1/4-mile out of safety concerns.  I have never been so cold in all my life as I was in these waters for this portion of the triathlon.  

Prior to the start, about a half-dozen guys assembled together as outcasts, myself included.  We were the only participants without wetsuits.

I always thought that the point was to swim, not scuba dive.  I would have appreciated the extra warmth provided by the suit today, but I am proud to handle the extremes without it.

The waves coming in were so strong and high that for each couple feet progress made, the tide would push you back almost as much.  At one point, I looked around, and saw only my "friends" without wetsuits bringing up the rear, just treading water, looking as though we were all gonna start crying.  The kayaks were sitting right there, ready for us to quit.  None  of us did.

Getting back to shore was a feeling of great accomplishment, but the swim took so much energy out of me that I don't even remember what the rest of the event was like, other than I just wanted it to be over.  I knew I would never again enter an ocean triathlon.  Open water was fun, this was not.  It was dangerous.

I ended up finishing the 1/4-mile swim, 20-mile bike and 10km run in 2:10:24.  I was glad it was over.