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SINGLE FAMILY HOUSING IN CLERMONT

No need to settle for a small room located in the busy Tourist area. Even the smallest house offers over 1500SqFt. living area. All homes (but one) have private pools and some have hot-tubs as well. Consider the savings and convenience of being able to prepare your own meals and you will agree that this extra room does not have to cost more. So whether you are a couple, a family or a group of friends, we have a house for you. Quiet backroads are just outside the resort's entrance and make for riding.

Other Amenities;

The resort also boasts an 18 hole Championship Golf Course, a tennis court and a weight room.

2006 DAILY RATES (4 NIGHTS MINIMUM)

These daily rates include taxes. A final cleaning fee as indicated in the 3rd column above will be charged.

2006 WEEKLY RATES

These weekly rates include cleaning fees and taxes.

You will be asked to provide a credit card number with expiration date vouching for any damage done to the house at check-in.

Lodging at this resort can be provided year round and special monthly rates are also available.

CONDOMINIUMS IN CLERMONT

Conveniently located on Hwy 27 on the South side of Clermont, these condominiums offer all the amenities you may need and can comfortably sleep 4. Each of these units have 2 bedrooms, 1 or 2 baths a large kitchen and living area.

Consider how much a hotel room will cost when you add restaurants and we think you'll agree that this option provides the best bang for your buck!

2006 RATES (4 NIGHTS MINIMUM)

These rates already include taxes. A cleaning fee of $55 will be added to stays of less than 7 nights. A refundable $100 security deposit paid in cash, or certified funds (sorry no c/c for the security deposit) at check-in is required by the management.

All units are equipped with:
Color Cable TV w/ a VCR in Living room
Sheets, towels and kitchen linens
Microwaves and small appliances (toaster, coffee maker, etc)
Dishes, cooking utensils, glasses, flatware and more.
Telephone: Local calls only. Your personal calling card or prepaid card is required for long distance.

Available Amenities:
40x80 Olympic size pool (Special entry key in condo)
Tennis Court
Basketball Court
Kiddy pool and Playground
Laundry facilities
Beach and Boat Ramp (water levels in lake may restrict us of boat ramp)

Additional information on our lodging packages for the Great Floridian Triathlon can be obtained by calling us at

(863)292-2017  or  by emailing us

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Race Reports

Race Report by "Bubba" Randy Allen
We arrived in Clermont on Thursday and picked up our packets. After getting the packets, Sue, my wife, and I wandered over to the expo. George, a fellow tribe member, of Zoot/Get Stoked was working at his booth. I was sad to hear that due to an illness he could not race. After spending way too much money, we left the Expo and checked in the hotel. We went later that evening to the GFT pasta dinner. We had a great time meeting fellow tribe members that we have communicated with throughout the year on GFT's Discussion Forum.
It was nice coming to a race where you instantly have a big extended family.
The next day we meet a bunch of tribe members at Clermont to ride the first part of the bike course and chalk mark some of the big climbs. We missed last year's tribe chalking and thought that it would be fun.
Approximately 30 to 40 tribe/ and significant others showed that morning. I had never thought that many tribe members would show. Wow. We piled into a few cars and took off. We rode the course until we hit the first big hill on Buckhill Rd. and pulled over. We had people scattered out all over the hill.
Locals were giving us the strangest looks as they passed by while we were chalking messages on the road. It was truly a great time. After riding the hilly part of the bike course, we said our good-byes and headed off to get our gear and bikes ready for the chaos that was to come tomorrow. We dropped off our bikes at the transition area and went back to the room for a very sleepless night.
At 4:30, the alarm rang. I turned the weather channel on to see what the heat and wind had in store for us. It looked like it would be a cloudy day.
Maybe, the weather gods will be in a good mood today. I try to eat approximately 800 calories for breakfast on an IM morning. So after a couple of banana nut muffins, my personal race morning favorite, I was well within the calorie range that I wanted. We finished putting on our race clothes and final fussing with the contents of our race bags and it was off to Clermont.
We walked down to the transition in the dark. I made a comment that it would probably be dark again before I finished. Both Sue and I hoped for a daylight finish, but you never know. I figured 11:30 would put me in before the sun went down. I have been chasing the setting sun to the finish line of an IM four times now at GFT. Maybe one day I'll beat it to the line. I bumped into Buelto and IP, fellow tribe brothers, in the transition area. Even on race morning I have the tendency to talk. I went back to "Pam" the wetsuit with Sue but she had already left. OOPPs..I had to rush towards the beach. I ran into C-train, Simon, And Katrina (three of the nicest people that I have every met)-talked some more :), before I found Sue. We finished spraying the suits and went to the beach. I hate mass starts. I am not a great swimmer so I usually get as far away from the direction of the first turn as I can. It helps keep you from getting beat up during the start. A quick hug from Sue and the start was on.
Thankfully, the swim was not very rough. I was lucky to catch a "fast", for me, pair of feet and I hit the first lap in 37:??. As I was walking back into the water, I caught a glimpse of Sue starting to swim her second lap. I guessed she was about 50 yards in front of me. I wondered if I could put on a sprint and catch a draft from her. Heheheh…Nope, I tried, but could not make an inch up. I lost sight of her after a few minutes. At the end of lap two, I hit the beach in 1:16:53.
On the beach I found a wonderful surprise. Fred decided to provide us volunteers to help us take off our wetsuits. Normally it is a chore that is very tough after swimming for over an hour. Life was good. In seconds, the wetsuit was off. Usually, I have to struggle a good minute to take that "@#*& " thing off. IMB' wife Deb. a volunteer handed me my bike bag and off to the tent I ran. I had worn my jersey and shorts under the wetsuit so I didn't have to change anything. All I had to do was put on my helmet, shoes and run out of the tent. As I left transition I noticed Sue's bike was gone. I was glad to have known that she was OK, but was bummed that she was in front of me.
I like riding hills. The pavement was another story. The roughness saps your strength as you ride. But since everyone had to ride the same roads, I guess I couldn't whine too much. The ride was going well. The Buckhill road section was over. After that set of hills, I knew that a long section of flats were coming. It was a place where you could get into a nice rhythm. I got a chance to speak to "Otis" during this stretch. He seemed in good spirits. I said hi. All he said was 'I had to really get going, "she" was a long way ahead'. Yea, Funny, Otis. Sugarloaf came and went without too much trouble. The back of hospital hill was a different story. That one hurt. No worries yet, though. I was eating and drinking well. The stomach had not yet complained and Waterfront Park was coming. I liked the idea of getting to ride through town at the midpoint of the ride. It really helped mentally.
'Choo-Choo' yelled and I saw Deb again at Waterfront. She said Sue had just come through the needs area. Well, ok, all the tribe knows about our little riviary. I caught Sue as we rode out by the lake the second time to leave town. She said she was doing well as I passed. I tried to put it into the wind from there. Sue was going to run better than I will. So, gotta build a lead. Right?
The wind started to build and I noticed that the clouds had left. Uck! That did not bode well. At every race that had been very hot this year, I have had trouble. The last forty on the bike was flat and windy. It was a very tough ride back into town. On the last downhill, I pulled my feet out of the my shoes and rolled into transition. At the end of IM bike rides, due to tiredness, I have rolled an ankle due walking in shoes with speedplay cleats. I didn't want to take a chance on that again. The bike segment was 5:51:26. Volunteers grabbed my bike and handed me the run gear bag. I had wondered all week how this moment would feel. Could I run?Yes! I felt good enough to run out the transition area. I looked at the total time at the beginning of the run. It read 7:12:21. At this point I felt that the setting sun was going to win the battle this day, But could I crack 12? I ran the first mile in 9:15 feeling pretty good. During the second mile, the run demon that has plauged me three times now, payed me a visit again. It started with my heart rate really shooting up. It was so bad that I could feel my pulse beating in my head. Then I begin to feel dizzy and light-headed. I felt very, very hot. I knew it wasn't THAT hot. It frightened me and I thought maybe if I shut it down completely and walk, the feeling would go away. I felt immediately better. But, as soon as I started running again, the heart rate increase and dizziness would come again. Oh well, just one foot in front of the other. The hills are big at the first part of the run. I would have waked them anyway. Maybe as it gets cooler, I could run. I walked the majority of the trail to the lake feeling depressed. A year's worth of dreams was slipping away. I saw C-train and Skippy at the small turn around that put us off the trail and on the lake loop. They yelled "looking Good" …Uh huh, right. But the encouragment helped a lot. I was still having to walk along the lake starting my first loop while watching other runners make their way along the last part of the trail when I saw Sue coming down the trail. Good for her. Oh well. My race with the setting Sun was lost and now our little race was over too. She ran by me slightly beyond the 6 mile mark in the run. I wish her well. Off she ran. During the run/walk that followed during the rest of the run, I was fortunate to have Otis for company during one of the loops. During each loop, Julia, C-train, and Katrina/Skippy's cheering REALLY helped keep the mental energy up during some hard times. Thanks a BUNCH guys. Hopefully we, the rest of the tribe, can repay you some cheering/energy at next year's GFT. The most grateful moment of the run occurred in town at the point where I didn't have to make a left turn for another loop and ran straight. One turn later brought the finish line in sight. 12:50:40. The time was a personal worst, but I felt real contented. This GFT had been filled with great times with old and new friends. Fred had once again put on a world class event. It was the most fun at GFT I have had so far. God willing, I'll be back to race the 12:00 hour barrier and the setting sun next year!

Race Report by Meyer Dworsky
Background: busy physician 53 year old male, supportive family, GFT 97, 99, new coach Owen Anderson (primarily running coach), 12-15 hours/week max for peak training
Prelude: race - 12 days: I couldn't feel better. Each step was springing, there was almost a song in my comings and goings (this is something for a nonmusical person). Then the last hard workout----of course, the knee hurts afterwards with even a bit of the old swelling not seen in over a year. So worry #1 trumps the taper high.

Race - 3 days: the long drive to Clermont, but this time accompanied by a fellow triathlete and GFT 99 vet. Some excitement begins to build and the knee is less and less a factor. Worry#2 starts with all the buzz from fellow warriors--am I undertrained? Much quality work, much good run work, but little long slow distance. Only 2 runs over 15 miles this year and a 95 mile bike ride, the lone stranger over 65 miles.

Race day: a perfect start-slightly overcast and not too hot. Lake Mineola was without its usual chop and my swim was 5 minutes better than last time and 8 minutes better than expected. The bike course was exactly what I hoped for -- more hills and less of the last loop with its awful wind and boring peopleless course. So proud was I of my swim and so thankful for the perfect weather, that I hammered on the hills and thought that I was doing a sub 6 hour bike. Nutrition well planned and executed (and for ironvirgins, this is the most important part) was humming along. Also humming along and less noticed was the ambient temperature now up to 85 degrees and with far less cloud cover, At mile 93.5 I stopped at the aid station to pee only to realize 2 things--first my quads were toasted. If it hadn't been for a great volunteer I would have enjoyed my newly cooked quads on the ground as they grabbed me hard when I dismounted, but he was there to hold me up-not the only time I thanked Fred for a fabulous volunteer crew. And 2, my newly set up bike computer was reading miles too fast and it was only mile 90. But these are tiny insignificant problems in what was a great day for racing at a great venue. And onto the 26 mile jog, as that is all these tired quads would bear, but jog they did and though not pretty at the finish I did finish without fluid and electrolyte problems or real injuries to a wonderfully supportive crowd. And then it was my turn to cheer on friends and strangers as they finished until I no longer had the energy to continue.

Denouement: A fun but somewhat too long awards banquet (even for those of us who received an award.) A very sore body for the next 3 days. And a mild depression-I guess a lack of focus- has set in. But soon the shape of the next adventure will appear and I will pop out of this funk After 3 GFTs I will be back in 03. And what advice do I have--respect the distance, it is doable but not without careful planning. Spend hours (yes hours) planing and trying out your nutrition. Stick to as much of your plan as possible but be adaptable as the race day will demand. And advice for our esteemed race director--1) keep it up; it is a great race, especially with the new bike course 2) 10 mile markers on the bike course 3) and the final one is minor but it was hateful to put in those 2 blocks up and down at the end of loops 1 and 2. Can they be only a dim memory?

Race Report by Grant Estrade
As I sit before my calendar planning and thinking about the first half of my 2002 workout and race year, I can't help but think about this time last year. Of course, it was this time last year when I promised myself that I would become an Ironman. I knew the training and dedication would prove more of a challenge than the race itself, but I decided to bite the bullet and go for it.
I sealed my fate when I told my friend Joel Lomasney I would do the Great Floridian. Joel, being the person who convinced me to try the sport of triathlon, took the step before I, and completed the Great Floridian in 2000. It was on, and I could not take my words back.
Before I knew it, I was standing among a group of crazy people, I included, dressed in wet suits and swim caps. The only thing that I could think was, "why am I the only guy in a Speedo?". Well, I also could not help but think about all of the training it took to get here; not only I, but everyone around me. How many hours, How many sacrifices did these people make to the Ideological Altar of the Ironman.
The people among me that morning already won. The only thing left was to, as Hank Lomasney would put it," go get some pain". And that we did. The swim was a wee bit chilly for some reason. The Bike Course was awesome until we hit the hills (I call them mountains). WARNING: Living below sea level may not train an individual properly for cycling through hills. But, I didn't come this far to quit. I finished the bike and ran about six miles, and well, I didn't finish till midnight, so you figure it out.
But I wasn't concerned with my time, it was the experience of the Ironman: The low points, the high points, the times I thought about getting Joel back for convincing me to do the race. And the most striking thing about all of it was the people: everyone from the volunteers and family members to the participants; Especially on the final lap of the run, when you're tired of seeing them, and know that they lie when they tell you "you're looking good". But they have candy and water, so I smile.
It wasn't the hills that impressed me, but the positive energy pouring from the hearts and faces of everyone. Never have I encountered so much enthusiasm or positve reinforcement before. It was awesome. The experience of the Ironman is special to everyone. I hold the experience within my very soul. It is things of this nature which no one can take from you.
So here I am, an Ironman, trying to figure out what are my goals for the coming year when one of my biggest goals so far has come and gone, after all, I'm only 22.
Maybe my goal should be to finish college, but I remember that I'm a Philosophy Major and the only thing waiting for me is more school. And it hits me, to complete the 2002 Great Floridian without getting off my bike and succumbing (by walking) to those damn hills. Now all I have to do is find some hills to train on in New Orleans and I'll be fine.

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