The Big Ones

Challenges, The Big Ones

My First Extended Fast. 3 Days, No Calories.

“Discomfort builds discipline. Discipline builds freedom.” I’ve been hearing a lot about fasting recently, and I decided it was time to give it a real shot. Up until now, I had only dabbled in intermittent fasting — I think my longest stretch was something like 20 hours. But a few weeks ago, I started reading about autophagy, and that changed everything for me. Autophagy literally translates to “self-eating,” which sounds a little terrifying, but it’s actually one of the most beneficial processes our bodies can trigger. It’s how your body cleans house. When cells get stressed (like during fasting), they start breaking down and recycling old or damaged parts — misfolded proteins, worn-out mitochondria, and other junk that builds up over time. Think of it as taking out the trash and then reusing the good parts to build something new. I’m not a doctor — and definitely not a scientist — but there’s enough consensus in the research to make me curious. Studies from places like Harvard and the Cleveland Clinic suggest that autophagy supports longevity, metabolic health, and disease prevention by helping cells work more efficiently and resist damage. In plain English: it keeps your body running younger, longer. That sounded like something worth testing firsthand. I also learned that autophagy kicks in when your body is under mild stress — fasting, high-intensity exercise, carbohydrate restriction, or deep sleep. It tends to start around 24 hours without food and can peak between 48 and 72 hours. So, with that in mind, I decided to take on my first full 72-hour fast to experience the full effect. Understanding the Challenge Simple idea: no calories for 72 hours.That means no food, sugar, or sweeteners. What’s allowed: water, electrolytes (without additives), black coffee, and herbal tea (but you have to watch the ingredients closely). “No food. No flavor. No shortcuts.” Clarify Your Intent My “why” for this challenge was twofold: My commitment: “For the next 3 days, I’m committing to a 72-hour fast to reset my body, build discipline, and activate autophagy for better energy and longevity.” Set Your Personal Baseline There’s not much of a “baseline” when you go from eating to not eating — but I wanted to make this measurable. So I pulled a few metrics from my Whoop before starting: To be fair, my averages were a little skewed by weddings, travel, and general inconsistency — but that’s life. This was about effort, not perfection. Finalize Your Plan My plan was simple: But the details matter. I learned that hydration is critical when fasting. Normally, I drink around 76 oz of water per day, but during the fast I aimed for 90+ oz. I used LMNT’s raw unflavored electrolyte packets — most flavored ones use stevia or other sweeteners that can interfere with autophagy. And even though I love coffee, I decided to limit it to just two cups per day to avoid dehydration. Establish Accountability My fiancée was out of town, so this one was all on me.No one checking in. No one keeping me honest. Just me versus the fridge.Perfect setup for self-accountability. Commit to the Plan Day 1 (Sunday) Day 1 felt pretty good overall. I ate well the night before, so I wasn’t too hungry in the morning. I went for a 4-mile run and walked my dog another 3 miles. When I got home, the hunger hit — hard. I distracted myself with chores and work, which helped. By evening, I missed the routine of dinner, so I made some herbal tea and called it a night. Day 2 (Monday) Woke up with a surprising amount of energy and slept well. I didn’t feel too hungry in the morning but missed my usual eggs and coffee routine. A few hours into work I got a mild headache, so I downed some water and had my first LMNT packet. Within 15 minutes, I felt completely fine again. I worked out that evening but stuck to lighter weights after feeling a bit dizzy during warm-up. My heart rate was unusually high, even for an easy session — clear sign my body was working harder than normal. Still, I finished the workout and capped the day with another long walk. Energy steady, focus sharp. Day 3 (Tuesday) Slept great again. Woke up with decent energy, though I could tell I was running on reserves. Took electrolytes and a cup of coffee mid-morning when focus started to slip. Worked out lightly over lunch — upper body and core — but fatigue hit fast. Weights felt heavier than they were. Wrapped up the evening feeling tired but proud. I decided not to break my fast that night since it was close to bedtime. I wanted to do it right. Day 4 (Wednesday – Breaking the Fast) Since I started around 8 PM on Saturday, I waited until Wednesday morning to eat. Most experts recommend easing back in, so I broke my fast with a protein shake (Orgain plant-based, mixed with water). It was delicious. No digestive issues, so a few hours later I had eggs for breakfast and was back to a normal diet by the end of the day. Total fast time: roughly 85 hours. Final Reflections Honestly, the 3-day fast was easier than I expected.Sure, there were moments of hunger, light fatigue, and a few foggy spells — but nothing unmanageable. Here’s what stood out: Most importantly, it reminded me how powerful discipline can be. You don’t realize how much time and mental space food occupies until you remove it. I can’t directly measure whether autophagy kicked in (no lab test for that yet), but if the research holds true — improved cell cleanup, better metabolic function, and longer-term health — that’s worth repeating. From what I’ve read, 3-day fasts should be spaced 2–3 months apart, so I plan to repeat this quarterly. I’ll also experiment with a 24-hour fast once a week or month to keep my body familiar with that mild stress response.

Challenges, The Big Ones

My First Ultra Marathon: From Regret to Redemption

My First Ultra Marathon: From Regret to Redemption On a sunny morning at Malibu Creek State Park, my girlfriend and I were lounging under a small tree with coffee and books, looking out at the Santa Monica Mountains. But this wasn’t just another relaxing day. It was race day for the Bulldog Ultra, a notoriously tough 50k trail race with nearly 6,000 feet of elevation gain. And I wasn’t running it. I was watching. Watching other runners take on a challenge I had once signed up for. A race I had trained for. A race I pulled out of. The truth? I let fear win. I had started training for the Bulldog Ultra, ramping from 4 to 10 miles, but life hit hard. I got COVID (for the 3rd time…), had numerous work trips, and time slipping away. With just one week to go, I removed myself from the waitlist. The moment I sent the email, I regretted it. Seeing those runners push through the course made something in me snap. I needed to redeem myself. That night, I signed up for another 50k – a race in the Santa Monica Mountains with SAMO Trail Runs. I had just over two months. No room for excuses. The Training My plan: two midweek runs, a long weekend trail run, and strength training twice a week. I cleaned up my diet, focused on recovery with stretching, foam rolling, hot tub sessions, and ate clean, mostly vegetarian meals from local farmers markets. But the road was rough. A brutal 16-mile run on the hottest day of the year nearly broke me. I finished, but barely. And the setbacks didn’t stop. I got food poisoning. I traveled. I missed my longest training run. But I kept moving. I made the commitment, and I was going to follow through. Race Week Race prep was chaotic – sickness, work travel, and stress. But Friday night before the race was perfect. I cooked a big pasta dinner, prepped my gear, and got in bed by 8pm. Race morning: 4:30am. I was nervous. Excited. Ready. I laced up my Hoka Speedgoats and toed the line with ~75 other runners at Will Rogers State Park. As we set off in the dark, headlamps lit the trail. The climb began immediately. I looked back and saw the glow of L.A. below and dozens of headlamps flickering behind me. The sun rose over the ridgelines. I was flying. At mile 14, I was in 8th place. The Suffering Then it hit. At mile 21, the pain in my knees flared. Each downhill step felt like a knife to the kneecap. My pace slowed. The sun climbed higher. My hydration pack ran dry. By mile 27, I was in survival mode. The last 7 miles were brutal. I shuffled. Stretched. Sweat. I was out of water and filled with pain. But I knew this was the moment I came for. The suffering was the point. At last, I crested the final descent. I pushed through the last mile and crossed the finish line to cheers from my girlfriend, her mom, and a friend. I had done it. Recovery & Reflection The pain set in fast, especially in my knees and joints. But mentally? I felt incredible. I took pride in the struggle, in the fact that I hadn’t quit when things got hard. The next day brought soreness in unexpected places (like my biceps from pumping my arms!) but also a quiet sense of accomplishment. What I Learned “I put another cookie in my cookie jar.” —David Goggins This race taught me that discomfort isn’t a problem. It’s the path. And I’ll be back for more. Gear List: This was my first ultra. But it won’t be my last.

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