Race Ipsa Loquitur

You all can blame WTM 2011 for me entering into the blogosphere. It's because of that race that you feel obliged to read my unimportant ...

No, not like booze hangover. I wish. Back to work, back to the grind, and thanking the higher powers I'm a desk jockey. Sitting is the...

Goodbye, warm-weather racing It's that time of year again. The time when I dig out my boxed up hats, gloves, snow boots, and full-le...

Excelling at 2nd, again. Actually, this was the beginning of excelling at 2nd. The second ever World's Toughest Mudder is rapidl...

It's "Active Recovery Week" here at my Crossfit box, and I am irrationally angry about it. Burpee rest is the best All I...

The winners have been declared, the legs have become mobil-ish again, and the bruises and scrapes have begun to heal. Beast and UltraBe...

As I sit in an Epsom salt bath, the random musings of a brain on overdrive: Probably should have laid off the clean & jerks. Gra...