Autumn 1995 It was the classic story of hanging with the cool kids. I was 20 years old, a third class cadet (aka sophomore) at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs and two of my closest friends that fall were first class (aka seniors) in my squadron, the Mighty Barons, of Cadet Squadron … Continue reading One More Trail, 25 years Long, and Other Ramblings all the way back Home
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A Dose of Our Own Medicine: An ear infection, a few wrong turns at Nisene Marks, and everyone drinks Unicorn Tears
This story is dedicated to any parent who has had to give medicine to toddlers, and taking a dose as adults, and getting slightly off track in between. But don’t worry—there’s a happy ending. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s begin. It started with horrific screams in the middle of the … Continue reading A Dose of Our Own Medicine: An ear infection, a few wrong turns at Nisene Marks, and everyone drinks Unicorn Tears
A Glass of Resilience: a Baby Born, an Old Path Rediscovered, and of Course Cold Beer
So I’ve been off the net for a bit. We had another baby, I picked up a lot more work, and things got a little chaotic. That’s not an excuse, just fact. (and while I'm at it, keeping your Christmas tree up until St. Patrick's Day is a thing, right?) Work with me here. The … Continue reading A Glass of Resilience: a Baby Born, an Old Path Rediscovered, and of Course Cold Beer
Back to the Bay: November’s Reunion with Three Stacks, a Rock, a Swim, a Bike, and a Run (and meet some whales too!)
By late October I was in my groove again. Point Lobos’ beauty and tranquility put me back on track after my August fall. While my season hadn't gone as expected, I still had one more race planned which brought me back to where my season started: Morro Bay. As I discussed in previous posts autumn … Continue reading Back to the Bay: November’s Reunion with Three Stacks, a Rock, a Swim, a Bike, and a Run (and meet some whales too!)
Back to Basics: A Path and a Pilsner
After Tri Santa Cruz I was back in the saddle once again! Racing, feeling strong, and ready for anything, I started making plans for future races. Maybe I could finally knock out an Olympic triathlon by season’s end or a half marathon! You name it-- anything was possible. And then reality hit me in the … Continue reading Back to Basics: A Path and a Pilsner
Back in the Saddle Again Part 1
“Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway.” -- John Wayne As I mentioned before I use to run a lot of races: half-marathons, 10kms, various trail run distances, and of course sprint triathlons. Then came the accidents and the long road to recovery. Since then I learned to walk again, then swim, … Continue reading Back in the Saddle Again Part 1
Paths, Pilsners, Pedals, and Pinots 