David just posted one of his most pathetic Instagram stories in memory. He's basically begging Adidas Terrex to sponsor him. This dude is such a cringelord.
Most find his stuff funny and entertaining. You sound like you have no personality and open mindless. I saw that post today and laughed. It’s just his personality.
It’s because homophobes like him can stand Roche because of his effeminate, gay persona.
All the David defenders just throw down ad hominem attacks, do you feel better about yourself talking sh1t to strangers online? We are criticizing (and making fun of) a runfluencer that makes money off scamming people and spreading unqualified advice. If all you guys got is calling us names, I think I prefer Claud (David)…
In his latest tweet and insta post coach Roche outlines how he did "150 grams of carbs per hour for the first 10 hours at Leadville."
And that this was "dialing it back" from Western States...but later in an Instagram comment he mentions he only did 120grams of carbs per hour at Western States
Then perhaps most importantly he writes:
"4: bacon cheeseburger dinners in the 5 days before the race (and on the 5th day, he ate a $22 plate of enchiladas)"
"he ate..." um, did The Feed marketing team or Dr. Megs actually write this first and then Daivd forgot to change the "he" to "I"? Why the change from 1st and 3rd person?
I don't care if his enchilada dinner cost $22 he was doing like $200+ worth of gels and THE FEED products! These people are not price sensitive.
But something about this doesn't all sit right. Little 135lb David averaged 150grams of carbs up and over Hope Pass? Anybody have eyes on the ground at Leadville like specifically at the Winfield aid station to see how much he was actually carrying and taking with him? Also to make sure he was mixing that "1.5 x 0.5 L per hour with 1.25x concentrated Skratch" every hour solo?
It seems like the extra weight of all those gels up and over Hope Pass without a pacer or mule would be significant.
Does the aid station on top of Hope Pass even have SiS beta fuel gels?
I'm just saying all his claims seem to be a bit far fetched and maybe exaggerated from reality. Most of his idiotic followers and supporters are more concerned about the color of his shorts than the fact that he took Maurten Bicarb before the race and had a nose strip on
But remember: Dr. Meg "predicted" his finishing time before the race started to within 30 seconds of his actual time. THE SPREADSHEET NEVER LIES AND LOVE WINS! huuzzah?
Leadville 100 Mile Nutrition, by the numbers ⬇️
1: Time I accidentally made potato hands at the finish. Heart hands are out. Carb hands are in 🥔
150: grams of carbs per hour for the first 10 hours. After dialing back fueling during my hilarious implosion at Western States, I… pic.twitter.com/PRKIzqslzm
"4: bacon cheeseburger dinners in the 5 days before the race (and on the 5th day, he ate a $22 plate of enchiladas)"
"he ate..." um, did The Feed marketing team or Dr. Megs actually write this first and then Daivd forgot to change the "he" to "I"? Why the change from 1st and 3rd person?
nah just typical douchey, self-infatuated behaviour.
he was going for that bit from the bible “and on the seventh day He rested”
The guy cannot be honest about anything. He can't even be relied on the simply use his $600 watch to track his activities accurately without pace doping his Strava file from his phone.
David just posted one of his most pathetic Instagram stories in memory. He's basically begging Adidas Terrex to sponsor him. This dude is such a cringelord.
Most find his stuff funny and entertaining. You sound like you have no personality and open mindless. I saw that post today and laughed. It’s just his personality.
His personality is pure cringe. The Carly Rae Jepsen song, the overeagerness with sponsors -- how can anyone look at that and think he's funny. Secondhand embarrassment constantly with this guy
"At first blush, the nickname looks harmless, even affectionate. 'Megs'—she’s just one of us, a pal! She’s credentialed, but we’ll let her sit at the table. But the actual function is clear: to shave the edges off a woman’s authority. Instead of 'Dr. Roche'—formal, professional, exact—we get 'Dr. Megs,' half cartoon, half cheerleader, always somehow standing at the side of the stage, clipboard in hand.
What reads as banter is, in truth, an act of containment. The LetsRun chorus can’t face the fact that she’s written more, studied more, published more, and—here’s the unutterable obscenity—knows more. So they try to make her smaller. 'Dr. Megs' is a shrink ray, wielded collectively, in the desperate hope that she’ll fit inside the same box where they keep their delusions of omniscience.
It’s a tactic as old as misogyny itself.
But the shrink ray fails. Every spreadsheet still hums with precision; every pre-race prediction lands within 30 seconds. The joke, then, boomerangs. The men keep repeating 'Dr. Megs,' thinking they’re cutting her down—but the cut lands elsewhere, exposing their fear of a woman whose authority they cannot negate."
The men keep repeating 'Dr. Megs,' thinking they’re c*mming her down—but the c*m lands elsewhere, exposing their fear of a woman whose authority they cannot negate."
"At first blush, the nickname looks harmless, even affectionate. 'Megs'—she’s just one of us, a pal! She’s credentialed, but we’ll let her sit at the table. But the actual function is clear: to shave the edges off a woman’s authority. Instead of 'Dr. Roche'—formal, professional, exact—we get 'Dr. Megs,' half cartoon, half cheerleader, always somehow standing at the side of the stage, clipboard in hand.
What reads as banter is, in truth, an act of containment. The LetsRun chorus can’t face the fact that she’s written more, studied more, published more, and—here’s the unutterable obscenity—knows more. So they try to make her smaller. 'Dr. Megs' is a shrink ray, wielded collectively, in the desperate hope that she’ll fit inside the same box where they keep their delusions of omniscience.
It’s a tactic as old as misogyny itself.
But the shrink ray fails. Every spreadsheet still hums with precision; every pre-race prediction lands within 30 seconds. The joke, then, boomerangs. The men keep repeating 'Dr. Megs,' thinking they’re cutting her down—but the cut lands elsewhere, exposing their fear of a woman whose authority they cannot negate."
Hey Claude, is calling people “b!tch boys” cool?
“The term “b!tch boys” can be considered problematic from a gender perspective. The word “b!tch” has historically been used as a derogatory term specifically targeting women, implying weakness, compliance, or undesirable feminine traits. When applied to men as “b!tch boys,” it essentially uses femaleness or femininity as an insult - suggesting that being compared to women or having “feminine” qualities is inherently degrading. This type of language reinforces gender stereotypes by: • Using female-associated terms as insults • Implying that feminine qualities are negative when found in men • Perpetuating the idea that masculinity is superior to femininity Many people would consider this gendered language sexist because it relies on misogynistic assumptions about gender roles and uses women/femininity as the basis for an insult, even when directed at men. The insult derives its perceived power from the cultural devaluation of women and feminine traits.”
"At first blush, the nickname looks harmless, even affectionate. 'Megs'—she’s just one of us, a pal! She’s credentialed, but we’ll let her sit at the table. But the actual function is clear: to shave the edges off a woman’s authority. Instead of 'Dr. Roche'—formal, professional, exact—we get 'Dr. Megs,' half cartoon, half cheerleader, always somehow standing at the side of the stage, clipboard in hand.
What reads as banter is, in truth, an act of containment. The LetsRun chorus can’t face the fact that she’s written more, studied more, published more, and—here’s the unutterable obscenity—knows more. So they try to make her smaller. 'Dr. Megs' is a shrink ray, wielded collectively, in the desperate hope that she’ll fit inside the same box where they keep their delusions of omniscience.
It’s a tactic as old as misogyny itself.
But the shrink ray fails. Every spreadsheet still hums with precision; every pre-race prediction lands within 30 seconds. The joke, then, boomerangs. The men keep repeating 'Dr. Megs,' thinking they’re cutting her down—but the cut lands elsewhere, exposing their fear of a woman whose authority they cannot negate."
I have much respect for Dr. Roche - she’s had your back despite the embarrassing DNF. Hope to see you both next year in Auburn if Javelina goes well. peace.
Hey “bunch of homophobes”, is this guy homophobic? Is he one of your bunch?
This seems like more of a middle school playground insult, unlike the subtle homophobia of all the people saying David’s gay-like mannerisms are “cringe” and “annoying” and “weird”.
"At first blush, the nickname looks harmless, even affectionate. 'Megs'—she’s just one of us, a pal! She’s credentialed, but we’ll let her sit at the table. But the actual function is clear: to shave the edges off a woman’s authority. Instead of 'Dr. Roche'—formal, professional, exact—we get 'Dr. Megs,' half cartoon, half cheerleader, always somehow standing at the side of the stage, clipboard in hand.
What reads as banter is, in truth, an act of containment. The LetsRun chorus can’t face the fact that she’s written more, studied more, published more, and—here’s the unutterable obscenity—knows more. So they try to make her smaller. 'Dr. Megs' is a shrink ray, wielded collectively, in the desperate hope that she’ll fit inside the same box where they keep their delusions of omniscience.
It’s a tactic as old as misogyny itself.
But the shrink ray fails. Every spreadsheet still hums with precision; every pre-race prediction lands within 30 seconds. The joke, then, boomerangs. The men keep repeating 'Dr. Megs,' thinking they’re cutting her down—but the cut lands elsewhere, exposing their fear of a woman whose authority they cannot negate."
Welcome back David! Is this an exercise your therapist gave you to help handle all your repressed anger? Defending your wife is noble, doing so as a chatbot is kinda weak though. And don’t forget Megs also has her “pro” tag on Strava. She totally crushed all those randos in Aspen, good thing you took a $300 Uber to give her bicarb. My god all this sh1t is too funny, it’s like a script for a parody movie but it’s your real life. Consider me entertained. Keep it coming!