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

Thursday, November 20, 2014

My heart is full

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It's been a few days and the sting of Sunday is starting to fade. I cannot fully express my gratitude for all of the love and support th...

Monday, November 17, 2014

Crushed... but it's what I do with it now

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The stage was set for crushing my Ironman PR. Instead the day crushed me. But I will not let it define me. I will not let it destroy my spir...

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Friday, November 14, 2014

The F word for Sunday

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Sunday's journey centers around one F word. No, not what you're thinking... F - O - C - U - S I've put in the training. ...

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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Running Transforms

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No doubt. Running transforms lives. It doesn't do it right before your eyes, it takes time, sometimes a lot of time. My friend Anthony...

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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