***tap tap tap*** Is this thing on?
Hi there.
Remember me?
No?
Yeah well...I figured as much.
I wouldn't consider this a comeback to this ole blog by any means. But it's more of a Hi there...hello...how you doin' (in true Joey Tribbiani fashion) type of post. I feel the need to check in every once in a while or something.
You know...as if to say...I'm still kickin' it!
(Do the cool kids still say "kickin' it"?? ...no? Well then.)
Not too much has been going on in my world since the bright and glorious meltdown on the side of the road in Racine where I simply proclaimed "I DON'T WANNA!!" as if I were four years old.
And I have to admit. It's been quite nice.
I've raced exactly two races since then...and I wouldn't exactly call either of them a "race." First, the RnR half marathon. Isuffered through survived it. Help my girl from Team Salute get out through the other side in one piece (she's amazing, by the way). Then there was the Chicago Triathlon...where I found myself doing the swim leg of a sprint relay with the ChicagoNow bloggers media team. It was mad fun. And I'm pretty sure that our trio of three awesome ladies won the whole entire race.
Okay. Not really...but we celebrated as if we did. I mean...how often do you get to race on the same team as 2009 Miss Illinois?
And who can forget my friend Emily owning Lake Michigan with the Big Shoulders 5k swim. Seriously. She owned it. And she knows how to punch cancer in the face. As if she needed more cred for her Captain Badass title. And badass, she is!
Then there was Ironman Wisconsin two Sundays ago. No...we didn't race, but it turns out we knew a whole crap load of people who were. So we did what any good triathlete would do. We volunteered. In T2. Quite arguably one of the most rewarding and most disgusting places you can volunteer during an Ironman. Good times.
You can read all about the day over here. Infinity Multisport had an incredible showing. Mad props go to my girl Elizabeth and homeboy Loehrke for bringing home the hardware.
While we were cheering on our friends late into the night, we stumbled across Whitey from Kansas City...and then were soon reunited with fellow blog reader K, from KC...who promptly requested that I start blogging again.
So K...this blog's for you.
And before you ask, no...I did not register for Ironman Wisconsin the following day. Although someone else may have...so I'd anticipate a possible revival of someone's blog in the next handful of months. I'm excited to be the support crew this time around as we've got an insanely awesome group of friends all racing together.
This past weekend I had my first brush with Cyclocross. UHMM..WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL ME ABOUT THIS SPORT?!!?! Seriously. It's like mountain bike racing on crack with a dash of steeplechase ending with a kiss of carnage. Who wouldn't want to redline for 30 minutes straight and avoid crashes why cycling through a gauntlet of obstacles?! I need to find a way into that mayhem. No doubt I'd have my ass handed to me, and I quite possibly wouldn't be able to stop laughing so I could actually bike in a straight line...but I am madly impressed with this tomfoolery. Mark my words...one day I'm going to give this a go!
Clearly I haven't been doing much racing of my own...I've been at so many events on the sidelines, cowbell in hand, cheering my little head off. Super specathlete, if you will. Expect the marathon to be no different.
Oh yeah...did I mention I have a bib number for that? Somehow I was selected as one of 15 folks for Team VW during the marathon. I guess I should start training...shouldn't I? Hmm. No doubt it's gonna hurt.
I'm not going to lie. Most of my time has been sucked into my ChicagoNow blog. I mean...it's profitable. Why shouldn't I spend time over there? But you're right...that doesn't mean I should neglect my "home" over here in jayhawk-land. Afterall, isn't this where it all started once upon a time?
We've got some big plans coming up in the next year...so stay tuned. You know...for the whole 2 people out there who still read this...
...until next time. And I promise it won't be a few months until I check back in.
Remember me?
No?
Yeah well...I figured as much.
I wouldn't consider this a comeback to this ole blog by any means. But it's more of a Hi there...hello...how you doin' (in true Joey Tribbiani fashion) type of post. I feel the need to check in every once in a while or something.
You know...as if to say...I'm still kickin' it!
(Do the cool kids still say "kickin' it"?? ...no? Well then.)
Not too much has been going on in my world since the bright and glorious meltdown on the side of the road in Racine where I simply proclaimed "I DON'T WANNA!!" as if I were four years old.
And I have to admit. It's been quite nice.
I've raced exactly two races since then...and I wouldn't exactly call either of them a "race." First, the RnR half marathon. I
Okay. Not really...but we celebrated as if we did. I mean...how often do you get to race on the same team as 2009 Miss Illinois?
And who can forget my friend Emily owning Lake Michigan with the Big Shoulders 5k swim. Seriously. She owned it. And she knows how to punch cancer in the face. As if she needed more cred for her Captain Badass title. And badass, she is!
Then there was Ironman Wisconsin two Sundays ago. No...we didn't race, but it turns out we knew a whole crap load of people who were. So we did what any good triathlete would do. We volunteered. In T2. Quite arguably one of the most rewarding and most disgusting places you can volunteer during an Ironman. Good times.
You can read all about the day over here. Infinity Multisport had an incredible showing. Mad props go to my girl Elizabeth and homeboy Loehrke for bringing home the hardware.
While we were cheering on our friends late into the night, we stumbled across Whitey from Kansas City...and then were soon reunited with fellow blog reader K, from KC...who promptly requested that I start blogging again.
So K...this blog's for you.
And before you ask, no...I did not register for Ironman Wisconsin the following day. Although someone else may have...so I'd anticipate a possible revival of someone's blog in the next handful of months. I'm excited to be the support crew this time around as we've got an insanely awesome group of friends all racing together.
This past weekend I had my first brush with Cyclocross. UHMM..WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL ME ABOUT THIS SPORT?!!?! Seriously. It's like mountain bike racing on crack with a dash of steeplechase ending with a kiss of carnage. Who wouldn't want to redline for 30 minutes straight and avoid crashes why cycling through a gauntlet of obstacles?! I need to find a way into that mayhem. No doubt I'd have my ass handed to me, and I quite possibly wouldn't be able to stop laughing so I could actually bike in a straight line...but I am madly impressed with this tomfoolery. Mark my words...one day I'm going to give this a go!
Clearly I haven't been doing much racing of my own...I've been at so many events on the sidelines, cowbell in hand, cheering my little head off. Super specathlete, if you will. Expect the marathon to be no different.
Oh yeah...did I mention I have a bib number for that? Somehow I was selected as one of 15 folks for Team VW during the marathon. I guess I should start training...shouldn't I? Hmm. No doubt it's gonna hurt.
I'm not going to lie. Most of my time has been sucked into my ChicagoNow blog. I mean...it's profitable. Why shouldn't I spend time over there? But you're right...that doesn't mean I should neglect my "home" over here in jayhawk-land. Afterall, isn't this where it all started once upon a time?
We've got some big plans coming up in the next year...so stay tuned. You know...for the whole 2 people out there who still read this...
...until next time. And I promise it won't be a few months until I check back in.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 12:28 PM
11 rock chalk cheers!
