Thursday, December 03, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
7:00pm - 9:00pm
1826 Carter Street
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
By far my favorite picture! They busted out crying, my wife and I started crying. It was all-out waterworks. We were all in need of some gel-therapy (inside Ironman joke). Only a spouse understands all of the hard-work and dedication it takes in training to complete a marathon. You did it Dusty! Congrats! You are a marathon runner for life.
After I finished I crashed under some shade with some water, and then got back out there and ran to about mile 23 or 24 to brink Dusty home. On the way, it looked like a freaking death march. Unfortunately, I was passed by more ambulances than I can count on one hand, and even saw a guy have a seizure. I thing after this one, Dusty will want to put the Badwater Ultramarathon off for a couple of years.
Back story. I have an amazing wife that ran the last two miles in my Ironman Triahtlon in flip-flops with our 6-month old strapped to her front. Becca, my wife's best friend and the sister I never had is right up there in support as she is 5 months pregnant and she got out there to run a little with her hubs.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
I’ll Make You An Offer You Can’t Refuse is a straight talking book business book if there every was one. Michael Frazese balances business advice with real life examples, albeit most of the examples are illegal.
The biggest asset the book has is the simplicity. The book flows well and is very easy to read. Additionally, it has an outline of bullet points at the end of each chapter titled: “Get the Message”
Another big plus for the book is that it is part of Nelsonfree, which means if you buy the book, you get the audio book and the ebook free.
The only major thing I can complain about is that it felt cheesy at times, as Franzese’s constantly compares himself to “Tony Soprano” which seems odd, considering Franzese was an actual mob-boss. However, the real examples the book describes are like nothing I have ever read. Mainly because they are illegal. I can’t believe this guy is alive, much less telling the true stories of the inner-workings of the mob.
I think the business section of the book store is better off with this book. We need more real life examples in business practices and less theoretical management garbage. If you want an easy to read, straight-talking book, and you are interested in the inner-workings of the mob, this is the book for you!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
That it is important to know who you are.
But unfortunately (or fortunately) I'm not going to even attempt to summarize who I am in a blog post. Here is a summary anyway:
I am a passionate person. I value experiences in the the highest order. I believe life should be looked at not as a goal, but as a journey. YES, I have to remind myself of that regularly. I love GOD, I love my family and friends. I love the outdoors and all of the opportunities and encounters I have with mother nature.
My ultimate goal in life: to consume more Ice Cream than any other person on the face of this earth (hence, I need to keep doing Ironman triathlons, to stay in reasonable shape for this task)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Grand Opening Celebration
Saturday, March 28, 2009
10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.
(Rain Date: March 29, Noon - 4 p.m.)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
THE MANIFESTO OF THE LANCE ARMSTRONG FOUNDATION
We believe in life.
We kick in the moment you’re diagnosed.
We’re about the hard stuff.
We’re about the practical stuff.
We’re about the fight.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
On the way to work this Friday I noticed an "accident" on the right side of the road. However, as I approached a cold shiver went up my spine that is still there. I saw a lone bike on the ground with a huge truck in front parked. Cop cars were everywhere. Later I found out this was actually a good friend of mine, David Meek, a fellow commuter that I had shared many rides with on Tuesday nights, many breakfasts with at Bike to Work, and many other great memories with. Mere words cannot even begin to explain the admiration I have for David Meek. A true cyclist who builds his own bikes. He passed away after arriving at the hospital.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thanks for saying hello! Have an incredible day!
Oh and a post is always better with a picture so here is the b'day boy sporting a couple of his birthday presents (click to enlarge).
Happy Birthday to my Ironman! Love you a and f. -brittany-
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Guy's perennially make fun of girls for there endless talk of celebrity's. In reality, however I think us guys are just as bad. Instead of it being actors/actresses it's just sports figures.
I'm not going to use this blog to spread gossip but I do have two bits of information hot off the gossip wheel that people might find interesting.
1) I have heard from 3 different unrelated groups that Floyd Landis is moving here - to Chattanooga, TN
2) Lance is planning on doing an Ironman after the Tour de France! This one, I actually have an internet source for.
Monday, January 12, 2009
On Sunday, I found yet another awesome reason why I love living in Chattanooga. I have now been here 9 years and I haven't even scratched the surface on all of the outdoor activities available. On Sunday, my friend Dusty had to do a long-run in training for his upcoming marathon. Having participated in many of these long-run sessions I know they can be extremely boring and it wasn't like running 10 miles was going to hurt me and my nice winter-hibernation flab.
So early Sunday after a late night I got out of a nice warm bed to go brave the cold for a long run (can anyone tell that I had a lot of excuses not to go?). We were running at Chicamauga Battlefield. I had never ran there before, but Dusty had ran a half-marathon and guarunteed I wouldn't be dissapointed. Note, I prefer trails and we would have ran trails, but all of the ones we knew about were flooded. The experience was awesome to say the least.
First, we talked pretty much the whole time so it definately wasn't boring and second we saw no less than 30 dear. It was great being out there with the early morning fog and mist seeing the deer eating in the fields. At one point, we got within about 5 feet of two deer that were completely unfazed that we were running almost at them (they were by the road we were running on).
The actual run wasn't bad at all, as there were only a couple of moderate hills and we pretty much talked the entire time while watching the deer so the mileage flew by.
Anyway, we had to cut the run short due to a bowel syndrome I had which is caused by eating expired granola and then going and running 8 miles, I'll let everyone guess as to what was going on...
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Well, for one, if you have been consistently reading this blog you know that there is more to my life than just 140.6 miles and that there are more "things" both tangible and intangible (but mostly intangible) that I consider an Ironman.
Yet, there will be changes. My goal for the blog this year is to have more frequent posts, more of a following, and more personal pictures. So keep me accountable. These are the goals for the blog this year, who know where it will lead...
If there is anything you would like to see or hear about please leave a comment, email, or call. If there is anything you dislike or like comment, email or call.
We all met at Mojo in Red Bank, Lance was predictably not there on-time, but strangely enough his bike was there (he was changing out a tire on someone else's bike. The other two (a couple) I had not met before, but judjing by the bike and the gear, I knew we weren't going slow on this ride. She had a custom bike, and he had a SEVEN, for those of you none-cyclist out there, these things aren't cheap. Corey showed up and the others and we were off. So let me paint the picture, everyone is there with all of their sharp bikes and winter riding gear, and I've got my mountain bike helmet, my hoodie sweatshirt I have had since middle-school, one black sock and one white sock, and quite possibly the cheapest pair of cycling shoes on the face of this earth. I think everyone else's sunglasses cost more than my entire outfit. Owell, I'm just here to have fun and make everyone else look good.
The ride to Signal was fun, we talked about last night's drinking and the new year and all of the races we were looking forward to. I have never climbed the W route up signal, but it is much talked about. I was predictably slow, but it was a fun route, there was a little ice up top, but nothing too scary. I thought I would overheat in my 3 layers of clothing but I didn't, and that should tell you how cold it was. The rollers on top of Signal are great training. You just have to grind them out no matter how good of cyclist you are. There is no fast way to do them. The ride down the backside was fun, as always. Corey was, as usual, the fastest hitting 42 mph, it would have been faster, but we were all COLD.
At the bottom, I pulled out a PBJ sandwich. Everyone was laughing, but at this point who am I kidding really? They all had their perpeteum. I'm not naming names, but these people are so serious they drink Recoverite after they mow the lawn.
The ride through the Sequatchie Valley was the most disappointing. Usually it's a nice ride with no traffic and you can talk the whole time, while maintaing a nice training pace. This time we were greeting with 15+ mph headwinds. My stomach was really acting up. Evidently champagne & rum isn't what I should have been carbo-loading the day before. I was in good company though a fellow cyclist had a similar concoction of beer, whiskey, champagne, and then beer (in that order) from the night before so he was right there with me. I made it up Suck Creek mountain with one hand on my handle bars and one hand on my stomach. On the way down I my entire body was shaking so bad I was scared I was going to fall of the bike. It was pretty though seeing the ice on the side of the mountain.
So I'm sure while reading this you are glad you didn't participate in this ride, as it was one of the worst rides I've been on. However, hindsight 20/20 would I do it again - YOU BETCHA! Even though I had miserable stomach cramps, was freezing, and was completely out of shape and shouldn't be tackling two mountains and 60 miles, it was a lot better than staying inside and watching tv all day.