My lovely wife, Sarah (a.k.a. Pharmie), and I have started to look for a house. One requirement is that the house has a garage. We don’t care about our cars, we just want to make sure we have a place to store, clean, and baby our bikes. Gotta keep those bikes happy!
Read more...I miss having a kick-stand on my bike. What's up with that?
Read more...In no particular order:
• The chance to be a part of something bigger than I am.
For those who have seen an Ironman in person, you know what I’m talking about - those people finishing at 10 pm full of heart and emotion. I want to be one of those people. I need a good adventure now and then.
• To see what will happen to my body.
I had a decent body this past spring with the most muscle tone that I’ve ever had. Once I started triathlon training, all that muscle was burned off with all of the aerobic activity I was doing. I told Sarah, but she said that she hadn’t noticed. Then a few days later, we were walking together and she had her hands around my arms. “They HAVE gotten smaller!” she exclaimed. Great. Triathlon training only adds to my chicken-legged-ness. Maybe IM training will make me 2 dimensional. Spectacular.
• (Semi) legitimate reason for shaving my entire body.
I don’t know if it will really make me any faster, but it just seems like the thing to do. Call it peer pressure, if you will. So watch for a super fun post (with pictures, of course) sometime in July. I can’t wait for that post. It’ll be good.
• The urge to not let Sarah 1-up me.
Well...she’s already 1-uped me, so I guess I just don’t want her to get too far ahead...
• My doctor told me to never stop doing triathlons.
When I had a general checkup this past summer, my doctor checked my heart rate and listened to my lungs for a second, and he asked “Are you a runner?!?” “I’ve started doing triathlons,” I replied. “Well don’t ever stop, OK?!?” OK doc. I’ll do one better and train for an IM next year.
• Hairless body in the summer of 07.
I guess I’m just curious...
• My car is easier to find with a big ole bike rack sticking out of the hitch.
Nuff said.
• For my eventual kids.
I want to show that anything worth doing is not easy, but can be done with a little elbow grease. I guess this would be for my kids, and for anyone else who needs a little inspiration. I’d love to be a source of inspiration.
• It will somehow help my photography.
I don’t know if I can fully explain it, but I somehow think training for and finishing an IM will make me mentally stronger, which will, in turn, make my photography career better. I know, in reality, the exact opposite might be true: I’ll be so busy training that I’ll run out of time to make photos. I don’t want to believe that though. Stupid? Maybe. But you can’t stop me.
Sarah ran the Twin Cities Marathon yesterday for the 7th year straight. It was her worst time by far, but she had 2 good excuses - she had done Ironman Wisconsin just a few weeks before, and she had come down with pneumonia just after the Ironman and was still coughing badly.
The day started cool, but it was going to get too hot for most of the runners. This was the first year that I had no one to entertain; I was on my own cheering for Sarah. So I could run around and cheer her on where ever I felt. As soon as she started, I got back home, jumped on my bike, and bike to the course. On the way out, I had a little rumble in my belly. So I stopped at SA for a bite. (Note: this is the same SA that Anne and I are used to stopping at during Sarah’s Triathlons, so it holds a special place in my heart.) I had a great, greasy breakfast sandwich.
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