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

Friday, October 9, 2015

I got a badass scar

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On the way back to Indy, I figured life would run at the same speed, only down a wing. Ha, that's fucking funny. I was down like 200 win...
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Thursday, October 8, 2015

The devil went down to Georgia looking for a PR to steal

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After a month of not knowing if I was coming or going working 12-17 hours a day, I was finally on my way to Georgia to race Ironman Augusta ...
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Monday, September 28, 2015

Meltdown in lingerie

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I dropped Brian off at his house and drove myself to JC Penney so I could get a front close bra. So I got welcomed to the broken clavicle cl...
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Saturday, May 16, 2015

TedX Experience! Taxi cab to Ironman - Relating homelessness and running

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My life is all about random experiences pulling together for a greater purpose. That's so true for how I got to the start line of an I...
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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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