Training is going well. Saturday is the Tackle the Tower event in downtown Cleveland. 37 flights up the Tower at Galleria. I am ready. Firefighters I know want to know if I could do the event, wearing full firefighter gear?? I am not sure, I want to do that. Thats 70 pounds of gear.!!! However, I will be there and will race. I saw that Speedo Steve in Minnesota won his race. Props to him. But he is a greyhound. I am a bulldog. We'll see. Good luck to anyone racing.
Moonshine and Motorsports
This has nothing to do with triathlons, but I just think its a hoot. Stock Car racing got its origins around illegal moonshine many years ago and now, it looks like its gone full circle. No pun intended. This year in the 50th running of the Daytona 500, Jeremy Mayfield will have a partial sponsorship......Moonshine. How bout that??? Its all legal now and its legitimate. Peruse this story if this floats your boat.
Now my confession. I have sinned. I fell off the wagon. Before I toppled, it hit a pothole on the good road to life without beans. Coffee beans. My self professed ban on drinking coffee died a horrible, yet glorious death. I have gone to the dark side. The Dark Roast side, it you will. I enjoyed the tea, but I guess a part of me missed the buzz that high test stuff gives you. So, here we are. There were no dreams of Mrs. Folgers, or Juan Valdez. No covert agents from Seattle hypnotized me, and chanted sweet nothings into my ears. Actually, I had my first cup of coffee at a cafe of the famed Seattle outfit that wants to OWN THE WORLD, and it was across the mall from a store called Teavana. Ahh the ironies of life.
It wasn't even like the whole Bill Clinton-- Monica affair.
Did you, J.T. knowingly have sip with the Kenya Dark Roast??
"It depends what your definition of "sip" is, Mr. Prosecutor".
I have read studies about how caffeine will help offset signs of Alzheimers, so I feel good about that. But all, in all its nice now enjoying a steaming cup, before, or even after a workout.
I hope no one thinks I am a cowardly man, that I wilted under pressure. I have a latte...errr.. alot invested in my health and would not do anything to screw it up, save for a donut or two , or three.
I feel so much better having unburdened myself. I knew that you, friends of the blogosphere would understand.
"I don't even know you anymore"
Wives are another story.!!!!
Finally, I have gotten alot of reaction to Kaleb Kaschalk, who is doing Ironman France at barely 19 years of age. Check my previous post and his donation page and email are there. Any help will be appreciated.
Barista, A grande to go, please!!!