No big deal, it was just 12 hours long...

For the second year in a row, I went and did my best Bear Grylls imitation...assuming that he had a mountain bike, a kayak, water and a backpack full of peanut butter sandwiches and power bars. But basically, we're the same guy.

What am I talking about? Oh just this pure exercise of manliness and power: The Central Coast Adventure Challenge.

A year ago I joined a team of fellow supreme athletes: team DNR. Basically our goal is take a bunch of busy executives/housewives/men with rugged good looks and dominate the wilderness. While we have yet to meet a bear in the woods, I'm sure if we did we would either assimilate him onto the team, or we'd scare him off just by staring him down. Last year it was just three of us. We expanded the team by each inviting a friend (kinda like a ponzi scheme of manly athleticism). Dave invited his wife, Cyrus invited a friend, and I decided to invite an EMT on the local search and rescue (in case one of the other teams got hurt, or the assimilated bear fell off his bike or something). Here's the team:

Don't be fooled by how fresh we look, that's the sun going down behind us. We just finished 12 hours of the following:

1. 8 miles of kayaking (unconfirmed rumors of gator infested waters)


2. 8 miles of trail running and creating our own path through this.


3. 35 miles of mountain biking


4. Deciding that the usual course wasn't easy enough, and climbing a 3,000 ft mountain, when the other suckers only went up 2,000 feet of easy trail.


5. Crossing the lake on a rope bridge, just because we can.


6. Using a map to find our way through the wilderness, that may or may not have had something to do with #4

Anyways, we finished in exactly 12 hours. It was awesome. I highly recommend it. We're totally doing it again next year.