Sausage in a Wetsuit

A humorous story about finding myself while losing half myself while training for an Ironman. Read about how it all began - click the link on the right side

Monday, October 20, 2014

Committee Meeting Minutes, location: in my head

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October 20, 2014 Location: Capitol Starbucks Brain: I call this meeting to order. The first order of business is to swim 1 hour this m...

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Stop Honking

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I'm so fucking sick of cars coming up behind you when you're riding and honking. Are you trying to let me know you're there? Is ...

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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Suffering is not pointless

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I cannot thank everyone for their support following my last blog post. I felt so loved and protected and for that I am grateful, as those ar...

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Fear unmasked

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This morning was a good one. I saw Jesse at one of our BoMF runs and decided today was the day. I asked him if he wanted to do a run/walk as...

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Monday, July 21, 2014

A puke and rally fail

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Racine was a last minute add. Well, last minute as in the last three weeks. I registered so late I didn't even have my name on my bib, w...

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A week in the saddle AKA RAINStorm

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Ride your bike 160 miles in one day = RAIN (Ride Across Indiana) Ride your bike 100 miles a day for 5 days = Storm (Same thing only ride mo...

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Monday, July 7, 2014

Rainstorm Day 1

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To say that it was a windy day is an understatement. The were times I was shouting to the corn fields 'this shit is ridiculous' and...

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