So today I want to talk about self-sabotage.

You know, over the weekend, I had the privilege of finishing a marathon, a 42-kilometer,

42.2-kilometer race.

I had done one prior in 2009.

It sucks so bad.

I did it in Sacramento, the river run.

It took me five hours, five and a half hours. My body seized up,

kind of like four miles from the end. And I vowed I would never do that again. I'm six three,

normal weight, 230. Right now I'm 218. So, so 230 and running 42 kilometers in a row is a long, long run.

And I just, you know, I remember starting off looking around and being like, okay, every other person around here looks different than me.

So I vowed never to do it again, but, you know, we did a half marathon earlier in the summer. Then we had

the half Ironman, 70.3 in July. And then we retested a bunch of other kind of sprint trathlons,

et cetera. So we figured why not in October, Halloween day, you know, my two other best friends,

my training partners, we all decided to do it.

Now, this is a story. It's a personal story, private story. I asked permission to share it,

but I'm going to ask everybody to keep it in this group because it's about my best friend, Nick.

And Nick is an incredible athlete. He's the guy that ended up putting, um, putting his head through the back

of an SUV while we were biking about two months ago. Really crazy moment. Luckily, he's in good

spirit about it so much so that for Halloween, he actually, his costume was of him with his

glasses and his face bleeding from the accident. So he's definitely gotten through it.

It was traumatic in the moment and he's got high spirits around it. But one of the things that Nick

does often is he messes up his nutrition and hydration for the races. Here's what I mean.

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