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Sep 182011
 

The world premier for our Third Running Brothers Movie is set for September 24 at 10 PM PST.

The Third Running Brothers film features The Invisible Shoe.  The Invisible Shoe plays an integral role in the development of our story in the most exciting Running Brothers film yet.  You will be on the edge of your seat throughout the entire film.  It will make you laugh, cry and experience every emotion known to man as you follow the intense journey of The Running Brothers as their characters undergo deep transformations when the Invisible Shoe is introduced into their lives.

Without a doubt, this third film, is The Running Brother’s finest.

Here is a Sneak Peek . . . a little taste of what you can expect when the movie premiers on www.RunningBrothers.comhttp://runningbrothers.com/1541/a-sneak-peek-of-the-new-running-brothers-movie-with-invisible-shoes/

If you’re interested in checking out Invisible Shoes go here: InvisibleShoe.com

Sep 152011
 

We recently completed the filming of our Third Running Brothers Movie.  In the movie we will be featuring the Invisible Shoe.  Somehow, the makers of the Invisible Shoe found us online and sent us a pair of shoes to try out.

The Invisible Shoe is designed to help barefoot runners.  The Invisible Shoe is a sandal that you can use when running.  The sandal is designed to protect the feet of those people who are interested in barefoot running.

We previously posted an article about Huaraches, which is essentially the same thing as the Invisible Shoe.

If you enjoyed our first two-part Running Brothers Movie, this one blows that one out of the water.  I don’t want to give away our movie, but all I can say is . . . you will never laugh harder.

If you’re interested in barefoot running and want to check out Invisible Shoes go here: InvisibleShoe.com

Sep 012011
 

At the transition zone, I jumped off my bike and my legs, still used to moving from the pedals got me started on my run.  I have never immediately started running after getting off the bike, but it was an interesting feeling.  My legs seemed to move as if I was still pedalling.  I was definitely running faster than my legs wanted to, but they were used to that motion and continued to move quickly despite me trying to slow them down.

I got tired quickly on the run and despite my goal always being to run the whole way, I had to walk.  Briefly, I walked in order to catch my breath which was heavy from the swim, the bike, and the breakfast burrito I had eaten earlier that morning.  I caught my breath fairly quickly and was able to do sporadic bursts of runs in between my walks.

The run was hillier than the bike ride was.  Steep elevation changes occurred throughout the run, making it difficult to catch my breath and run the entire course.  I ran through the train station and onto the road which would lead me to the hospital my brother was staying at. 

I wanted to run by the hospital and pound on his window, letting him know that I had ran right past him, but it was out of the way and I couldn’t be certain that I would be pounding on the wrong window and disturbing someone who might be seriously ill.  As I ran past the hospital, my Mom was outside cheering me on. 

I pushed forward up the enourmous hill and once I reached the top, I knew I was at the home stretch.  The rest of the race was downhill and I was able to fly.  I let my legs take over and I ran as fast as I could down the final straightaway when I heard my name through the speakers, announcing everyone of my presence.

My Dad and sister were there waiting for me at the finish line.  The race was complete.  But somehow it felt incomplete.  The other Running Brother was not there.  It has always been a great feeling for me to cheer my brother on after I have beaten him and I was looking forward to doing it again.  But, he was in the hospital.

After the race, we quickly gathered our things and went to visit our brother at the hospital.  I was eager to tell him everything I had done and everything he had missed out on.

 

Aug 292011
 

Dripping wet, I jogged to the transition zone and planted myself next to my bike.  I quickly dried off my feet with a towel, put on my socks and shoes, and strapped on my helmet. 

I took my Cannondale bicycle and headed for the starting station of the bike ride and away I went. 

My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing.  The beginning of the bike ride was going smoothly, I was continually passing bicyclists through the streets of San Luis Obispo.  Very quickly, I found myself on Orcutt Road and knew I was going to be in trouble.  Orcutt Road is not flat.  The road continually goes up and down for miles with steep up and down slopes. 

By this time, I have realized that the bike is probably the weekest part of the triathlon for me and these steep hills were going to be a problem. 

On mile 3, I approached this huge hill and thought I was going to have to get off my bike to walk it up the hill.  I resisted the urge and continued to peddle strongly until I made it to the top and coasted down the hill.   For 15 miles it was a long bike ride going up and down hills and I was getting passed by many bike riders, but I think all in all I passed just as many bike riders as who had passed me. 

Nothing made me happier than to reach the transition zone.  My legs were tired from pedalling and I was starting to think eating a breakfast burrito before the race was not the best idea.

Aug 272011
 

Before I could get into the pool, I had to wait for another competitor to finish his swim.  His wife was his counter, meaning she was counting the amount of laps he had completed.  The second he finished his 18th lap, he sprung out of the pool, ripped off his goggles, threw them at his wife, and ran to the transition area.

With that, I lowered myself into the pool and put my goggles on.  I was ready.

One of my concerns coming into this race was knowing what to wear.  I looked around and saw a bunch of people in ridiculous looking triathlon gear.  Which was much smarter than what I had decided to wear.  I was wearing soccer shorts into the pool and that’s what I planned on wearing the entire race. 

I quickly realized this was probably not the best idea.

As I pushed off the ledge of the pool to start my first lap, my soccer shorts were pulled down from my pelvic area.  I was sure I was mooning everyone who had come to watch the swimmers swim.  Nothing like showing some ass crack to a group of strangers.  But, I continued on anways. 

Every few laps or so I found myself, pulling up my shorts, but other than that, everything was going smoothly.  I was keeping a strong steady pace and in comparison to the other competitor in my lane I was flying.  I was completing two laps for every one that she was completing. 

The swim felt good and, as my counter, my Dad was yelling out the lap numbers as I completed them, always telling me to pace myself.  I must have been hauling then, considering he was contuinually telling me to slow down, but I felt good. 

I heard my Dad yell “18” as I reached the edge of the pool.  For the last lap, I gave it all I had and pushed for my last lap in the pool.  I had plenty of energy and completed my swim powerfully.  I hoisted myself out of the pool threw off my goggles and ran to the transition zone, ready to hop on my bike. 

 

 

 

Aug 252011
 

My Dad drove me to the race and we got there 30 minutes before my scheduled race time and we realized really quickly they were running behind.  Basically, we waited one hour and 30 minutes before my race began.

The San Luis Obispo Triathlon started in the SLO Swim Center, oddly enough, this was the same pool where I had learned to swim probably 25 years ago when my mother signed me up for lessons there. 

They were able to fit somewhere between 30 to 40 people in the pool at the same time and we swam the width of the pool, which was 25 meters long. 

As I walked to the starting station, my Dad gave me some last minute advice.  “Be sure to pace y0urself,” he said.  Apparently, we were allowed to do some warm up laps.  I didn’t need them.  I was ready.

Aug 232011
 

Just one day before my brother had surgery to get his appendix removed.  And today was the San Luis Obispo Triathlon.  I was without my other half . . .

It was a beautiful day in San Luis Obispo and I headed to the race early to check in.  The check in was easy and I was able to inform the race officials my brother had his appendix removed and would not be able to enter the race.  We asked if a refund was possible and they kind of shrugged me off.  I thought having an appendix removed was a bigger deal than they seemed to think it was.

My sister and I went for breakfast after I checked in to the race to this nice little Mexican restaurant and I ordered a breakfast burrito.  My Dad suggested I order something light for the race and when I ordered the breakfast burrito my sister reminded me of my Dad’s advice. 

I explained to her that running is a lot like golf.  I used to be a really good golfer and when I was playing golf every day, I needed to maintain my focus through the entire round and practice between rounds.  Since I can not play golf every day anymore, I am not as good as I used to be.  Now, when I go out and play golf, I do it for fun.  I don’t concentrate or focus on my game, I just go out, hit shots, hang out with friends and have a good time.  Running is a lot like golf, sometimes you do it competitively and sometimes you do it for fun. 

Today, since I knew I wasn’t in peak physical shape, it was going to be for fun. 

The breakfast burrito tasted great!

I drove to the hospital my brother was staying at, just two blocks from the check-in area. 

Were my eyes seeing what I thought they were seeing???

They were!  The racers in the SLO Triathlon were running right past the hospital my brother was staying at.  What are the odds, I thought to myself. 

I went in to visit my brother who was eager to be released from the hospital, but it didn’t look likely that he would be able to.  The doctor told him he had to pee on his own in order to be released.  He could not. 

We talked strategy about the race and I headed for the check-in area, ready for my race to begin.