Three races in 8 days was an ordeal. Who would have guessed that one the last one, when I was most spent?
I had a choice between wearing Stars and Stripes and being a part of my son's life events. Guess what I chose....
I had been skipping out on weight training. Boy, oh boy, was that dumb!
This was the best race of my life, and I hope to do it again!
There is too much half baked information at the Zofingen Duathlon out there. Someone needs to address this....so let it be me.
Back when I weighed 200 lbs. and found entertainment from watching what others did, I was a Sports-on-TV guy. Seeing athletes compete created nice to watch moments and sometimes awe, but not inspirational moments. Yet, there was one group of athletes that created a sense of wow more than any other group - Tour de France … Continue reading Pyrenees, here we come!
I am. Lots of sentences start with that. We use that catch all phrase to define themselves. We also use it to state what we aren’t. “I am NOT,” is just as common as, “I am.” I am an athlete. I am committed. I am contagious. Even on Christmas. We had weather that begged us … Continue reading On Christmas Day, I am…