Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Punk Ass B*tches!!!!!

Ok, so now that I've calmed down, I can write this like the intelligent, rational, human being I am. Had this been a couple of hours ago, this would have been a swear-laden, x-rated post, bound to turn away any of the loyal readership I've collected. So here is the PG version of what happened to me out on a bike ride today:

So this afternoon, as planned, I headed out for a nice hilly 3 hour ride. The weather here has been pretty muggy and rainy, but today the weather turned cool and the sun was out-perfect for riding. So I finish my morning clients by twelve, take a quick nap, get on my gear and head out the door on the bike. The first twenty mile or so were nothing short of super. Cool air, no traffic, and plenty of nice rolling hills. Until it hit me-literally! Coming up one of my favorite climbs (I dare to call it a climb as it only goes on for about 2 and 1/2 miles-you guys in Colorado and California are probably laughing at me right now:-) ), I was hit in the side of the head with eggs and a cup of coke from a passing car! WTF!!!!???? All over my back and the side of my face were sticky cola and egg yolk! Not to mention my poor Cervelo! My dear sweet bike had this sh*t all over it!

Now I'll get to the part that pisses me off, but first a little history about yours truly. When I was in highschool, I was TERRIFIED of any physical interaction. I would go out of my way to avoid anyone even being mildly agitated at me. I was a little fat, porky kid, afraid of his own shadow. Then I found sports, namely ice hockey and lacrosse, that made a tough guy out of me. From There it was on to college, where I played lacrosse and found a job bouncing at one of the local bars near campus. This is where I got my first taste of fighting. Basically I learned that it doesn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it did to take a punch to the face. After college, I got into Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, boxing, and Mixed Martial Arts (Ultimate Fighting). And guess what? Not only did I really start to like fighting, but I found I was actually pretty good at it!

Ok, so I tell you all this to get to my point. Do I condone fighting? No. If it's in a ring and for sport, I think there is no purer compitition. However, in the street, it's one of the dumbest things you can do. In just about every situation, there's a way around it-except for this one! Getting cheap shotted, whether by an egg and a soda, a fist, or whatever, is clear grounds for throwing down. If you hit me when I'm not looking, you better be ready to throw hands with me, otherwise, I have no respect for you, or the punks you're rolling with.

So these douchebags in the car that threw stuff at me are the true definition of Punk Ass B*tches. As they drove off, I screamed for them to come back. At least give me the respect to come back and fight me. I have no problem getting my hands dirty every now and then, especially, as I said before, if I'm cheap shotted. So to me, they are (excuse the language) pussies of the highest order.

There are two very definate realities you have to face when you cheap shot someone:
1) Are you sure your ready to fight? and
2) Do you know how to fight? Because I do and if you and your friends don't, it's really not going to end well for you.

Ok, enough said about the worlds biggest va-j-j's. Sorry for the derogitory term, but that's just how I'm feeling right now. I told you this is the PG version, not the G version. So anyway, the rest of the ride was great. With my new-found anger, I was able to fight the fatigue from yesterday in my legs and really get some good miles in. The only bad part was the egg smell, but hey, it can't all be daisy's and daffodills now can it?

Ok, I'm off to finish up with my last client.

Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Another Monday...

Most of the time I work so much I have no idea what day it is. I literally would still have no idea if it weren't for my Trio. That thing is more than just a phone, it's my life! All kidding aside, my clients have called it my Holy Grail, and I can't say that they're wrong. Today, however, DEFINATELY felt like a freakin' Monday though!

I have been tired and cranky all day. No reason whatsoever, just tired and cranky. I didn't sleep very well the night before, but let's face it, I never sleep very well. I thought I might excercise to get rid of some of the cobwebs between clients, but that got me no where. So I went about my day, seeing some clients, being cranky, and probably-unfortunately-showing it.

On a good note, though, I did have a great training day. I did a killer session on the indoor trainer, hammering my legs into oblivion for an hour and a half with some of the hardest intervals I've ever done. Then it was out for a run, again hammering my legs with some hard pickups and finishing with eight 400's, all under a minute. Then, as if that weren't enough, I headed back out on the bike to ride in the hills for another hour and a half. Everything today was at a pretty uncomfortable pace, making me feel pretty beat up and wasted for a long ride tomorrow. Something about the suffering really gets me going.

So after all this shinanigans (love that word!) it was off to see my favorite girl in all the world. Now this, by far is the best part of the day. Just sittin' back, relaxin', and watchin some quality TV. You really know you love and enjoy someone when you can be comfortable in any situation with them. Kristen and I love to go out dancing and partying, but we're just as comfotable having a quiet evening together doing next to nothing. I'm such a lucky guy!

Ok, so that's it for today. I'm about to head off to bed, but the damned new channel I just found on TV is killin' me! If you have it availible, I really, really, really suggest you watch Universal sports. I believe it's one of NBC's channels, but it has all the cycling, track and field, and TRIATHLON events that we usually don't see in this country! Right now they're replaying some of the Summer Olympics-which I'm a total sucker for! Really, it doesn't matter if it's water polo, handball, basketball, fencing, anything! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the Olympics!

So as I go, enjoy your life because it's just too short not to!

Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Late night post

Just got home from Kristen's. We spent a lovely evening together, eatin' dinner, watchin' tv, and generally relaxin'. The plan was to hit the town for a night of dancing and drinking. We haven't gone in a while and it'll be at least another week before we get to do so. We're both a little under the weather so I'm sure it was better to stay in than to go out. Either way, a night spent with her is fantastic, whether it's dancing or just sitting around.

The day was a pretty boring one, just mostly laying around as the weather is pretty crappy here. Lots of rain and clouds for the past couple of days. The forecast says it's going to stay this way for a couple more days, but it looks like we're getting a little break.

Ok, just a quickie tonight, I have to wake up for a client and a running clinic I'm putting on tomorrow at the local high school. Should be fun even though technically it's working on a Sunday! Plus, I get to have a nice brunch with Kristen and her fam shortly after! Nothing like good food on a Sunday morning before the football begins!

Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Keeping up...

So I'm posting today-or tonight rather-just to keep up with my writing. I actually don't have much to talk about right now, other than the fact that today has been super long! I woke up for work nearly 24 hours ago, and have not stopped moving since. There were clients all morning, shopping in the afternoon, and then happy hour with friends and cooking my chili with Kristen at night.

Training-wise, not much was accomplished today. I'm still getting over being a bit sick, so I guess the four mile run with a client and hill repeats will do for today. I did feel awesome in training today, which seems to be the theme of the limited training I've done this week. My legs feel super fresh and my mind is in a good place.

Dinner was good and the chili didn't come out half bad. It was the first effort of the season, so I think I'll only get better as the weather gets colder! There's nothing better than a nice bowl of warm chili as the days get shorter and cooler! Live for the chili!

So that's about it for today...nothing too special to note. Just the same ole' stuff going on. This weekend should be nice, with some good rest and hopefully some decent training sessions mixed in. Like I've learned in about all aspects of my life, success is about consistency. If you don't show up everyday, someone else will, and they will beat you! I like that. Not someone else beating me, but showing up everyday. It really makes you accountable for your own success. Ok, off to bed!

Push 'till ya puke...Always

Thursday, September 25, 2008


So what I thought was going to be a little head cold has now floored me for the better part of this afternoon. As mentioned yesterday, I dragged myself on a bike ride-which at the time felt great, one of the best this season-that I believe set me back a bit. Now, I usually never get sick, so attacting this little 'head cold' and knowing if it's ok to train are foreign to me. I've heard that when the symptoms are above the head, it's ok to train. No freakin' way! I think that simple bike really put me behind the eight ball for today.

Fortunately, I really didn't miss much training. I had an easy run planned for today, and I could probably use the rest as I've had a tough week at work and haven't slept well in days. It's not a major lost day and it was nice to spend my afternoon loungin around the house with Lucki Dog, my Jack Russell.

I'm still a bit hot about the whole ordeal at my high school. It just really hits home and bothers the hell out of me. When did this become commonplace? It seems like ever since the tragedy at Columbine, kids have felt that violence was an acceptable outlet. Who's to blame for this? I think the answer to that is so vast its unapproachable. There's the media, the television, the newspapers, the internet, the kids (yes, the kids), the parents, and so on and so fourth. Further, I believe that people make excuses for kids-whether they're right or wrong. No one puts their foot down and either assigns blame or takes blame. I'm guilty of it and probably so are you. We're all so politically correct we've forgotten what it is to have an opinion! Opinions are the old assholes-political correctness has found it's way to the top.

Sorry for the rant, but, well....no, I'm not sorry. Ha! There's a prime example of political correctness creeping its way into the world. I'm not sorry for writing my opinion. Remember, if anyone says you're wrong for your ideas, THEY'RE WRONG!

Ok, off the soapbox. So anyway, today was a wash on the training front, and just about all others for that matter. I had fun at work, as always, but it definately was work to get through my day. It is great, however, to work off of the energy of my clients. They pick me up, I pick them up, and sometimes we pick each other up. It's just a great business for that. I really can't see myself doing anything else right now. I only want to take it to the highest level it can be. I've heard it said that if you find yourself being the best at any particular thing, you'll be a rich man. That is certainly true, but the level of wealth varies. For some it will result directly in money, for some fulfillment, and for some others a balance of both. I definately find myself in the third category. I'm happy, I'm fulfilled, and I'm paying my bills. And, importantly, I can take my girl out for dinner and away for a weekend from time to time! Not bad for right now.

Ok, time to hunker down here on the east coast as we prepare to get smacked accross the face with a Nor'easter tonight. I love this weather!

Push 'till ya puke....Always

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Chowda, Orange Juice, New Kids on the Block, and The Stony Brook School

So I'm sick today. Just a headcold, but I'm really a wimp when I get sick. I guess it's because I really NEVER get sick. Honestly, I can't remember the last time...honestly. But, alas, here's this freakin' headcold, killing me slowly.

So the day started out well. Worked my butt off (all the while thinking how much I love my job and the people I work with), had some breakfast, worked some more, and then some more. Got a nap in the middle of the day, for a whole 20 minutes, but nonetheless a nap, trained another client, and draged my sorry ass onto my bike for a ride with a buddy.

We did about 45 miles on the bike I think. I've done away with my bike computor as I find I only wind up racing myself in training when I should be coolin' it. Either way, today was just an easy ride, pushing it a little on the hills, but nothing more. I actually felt pretty good when I got back home, so I did some yoga before hoppin' in the shower.

Then came the congestion, headache, and sore throat. All back at the same time like I had a freakin' party goin' on in my head and they were all there for the hot girls. Only problem, no hot girls and I felt like crap. So after the shower it was back to the kitchen where I inhaled some chowda and orange juice. Don't ask, it was just what I was craving. Maybe I'm pregnant? Next thing you know I'll be all over the ice cream and pickles.

So anyway, I'm feeling like poop and I'm sure my writing is showing it (I told you I was a crybaby when it comes to being sick). So before I kill you with any more bad analogies, I'm gonna hit the bed early.

Oh, but two more things before I go! I almost forgot. My beautiful girlfriend is spending this wonderful evening with 5 guys who are more famous and richer than I am. No, she's not the newest bachelorette, she's at a New Kids On the Block concert. That's right NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!!!!!!! First of all, I'm shocked that they're all still alive! And second, shouldn't they work on a new name? New Kids???? I think Old Men Around the Corner is more appropriate. I hope the show doesn't go to late, I wouldn't want them to miss their "stories" on the television tonight. Ok, no more hating. But seriously, NKOTB??? And the worst part is, Kristen loves Danny! Danny!? What the hell? He looks like a monkey! I mean, really?

Ok, so the second thing I wanted to get to is a bit more serious. Here on Long Island, I had the privilage of going to a pretty exclusive private college prep school. There were certain things I hated about it, espcially when I was a teenaged fat kid getting made fun of, and many more things I came to appreciate about it after I grew up a bit. I honestly can say that my entire education was based on that place. I really didn't learn a damn thing in college (except some things that I'm not going to mention here!)

So, with great regret last night, I learned that one of the recent graduates from the class of '08 had a 'hit list' of kids and faculty. Apparently, he intended on killing certain members of the school's community. This is all very shocking because of the way I remember the place. When I graduated, I was one in a class of 65 and an entire student body of about 315. It was a small, and tight knit community.

As this event has settled in my head, it has brought two things to my attention. First, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ANYWHERE. Unfortunately, our world has come to this. No place is immune. Technology has made this world smaller than ever, and these are some of the unfortunate side effects. Second, I beg the question, and pardon my French, 'What the fuck is going on!?' When did bullying become such an epidemic? And when the hell did killing someone become the ultimate remedy? Sure, we've all been made fun of. We've all, at one point or another been kicked around. But does it mean we have to kill our tormentors? As I've said before, anything I've learned worth learning has been aquired from adversity. Sometimes you have to get beat around before you become the person you'll be. And almost everytime, you're better for having gone through the trials and tribulations.

Ok, 'nuff said. Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


Another good day in the books. Not much exciting action today, just work, work, and a tid bit of running, stretching, and core work. Not much sleep last night, but for a good reason as I spent the night with Kristen. We, and by 'we' I mean she, made garlic shrimp and pasta-my favorite meal! Then we watched our Jets get trounced by the Chargers. VERY disappointing! I'm not gonna go into it, but I have to say that being a Jets fan for so long has severly deconditioned me to rooting for a loosing team. With the Jets, NOTHING suprises me any more. Last night was just another game for the Jets, the same team that sold its soul to the devil for that one Super Bowl Championship.

Moving forward, I'm still 'in the zone' with work, and things are only getting better. As I mentioned earlier this week, putting my heart and soul into my business has really turned things around for me. I've always been good at what I do, but now I believe I'm at another level. To my clients: Get ready because things are only gonna get better and better! Expect to hear from me in the form of a bi-weekly newsletter coming soon!

I'm moving in the right direction in a lot of aspects of my life. I can't say that I'm used to this feeling as it has not happened often. I think I've been a f*ck up for most of my life and I'm really ready this time to turn things around. I'm happy and motivated. That's a tough combination to stop!

Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Balls, Heart, and Soul

So I was in the bathroom at work this morning, taking care of some "business" (sorry for the abrubt vulgarness of this post, I'm just feelin' kinda squirrelly(sp?) today), and I was thinking about the difference between the motivating factors of "having balls" versus doing what you really have a passion for, putting your "heart and soul" into it. I decided that putting your heart and soul into something is a bit different, and at most times better way to complete a task.

I would describe "having balls" as taking chances that could wind up with you in a jam. Whether spending money you don't have for something you need, or sticking your chin out when it may get smacked Having balls means being aggressive and being a risk taker, albeit for and advance in position-in life, a race, at work, etc.

Putting your "heart and soul" into something means to move toward a goal with every emotion in your body. Whatever your goal is, you move toward it with your whole being. Everything you have is what you give to get you there. To put your heart and soul into something means that even though the world will not end if you do not achieve your goal, it still feels like a very small place when things don't go as planned.

In my short life, I've done both. I've had some balls in some things, and I've put my heart and soul into others. The things that I have found to be more worthwhile usually end up being the latter. Emotion is something we all deal with and it can be an amazing tool. When used correctly, and aimed directly at its target, emotion and feeling can get you where guts never could. In fact, emotion will take the place of the so called "guts" you need to get some stuff done. Passion and emotion are what wins battles and advance you past the point of just wanting to achieve.

I enjoy learning new things about myself each day. I've learned that I have a lot to learn. I only hope that I never stop...this learnin' thing is fun.

And by the way. School didn't teach me shit. Sure I learned to read, write, add and subtract, but everything I've learned that matters in life came in the form of making it through adversity. Figuratively and literally speaking, I've been down and out, kicked around, beaten down, spit on, and discounted, but you know what? I'm still here and I'm stronger than I was yesterday.

Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Tired and Sore

It's amazing how you're body reacts to different stimuli. Today I'm pretty sore and pretty wiped out. After the race yesterday, I felt like superman. All those endorphins buzzin', hanin' out with Kristen and her dad, drinkin' beers at the finish-Good times! Not so good for recovery, but good times none the less.

Anyway, I'm amazed at the fact that my body can be so beat up from putting forward an effort for only 38 minutes. I've been less sore after running 20 miles, much less the 6.2 I ran yesterday. I'm glad though, because to me this is really a sign of pushing myself harder than I do in training. Obviously in any race, the adreniline is gonna kick in, and your competitive juices are gonna flow. The end result is kickin' ass...or trying to anyway.


This weekend has been pretty good on all fronts. I'm tired from another good week at work, and am looking forward to the next week. I'm really starting to come into a "zone" as far as work is concerned. I think I'm reaching a new level as a personal trainer. I've been able to harness my efforts, and really come away doing something that I love for work. I think it's been the fact that I've been able to make up my mind that personal training is an honorable profession and career.

I've been chasing ideals for so much of my life. I always wanted to be a professional athlete from time I was a little kid. Whether it was baseball, hockey, football, or whatever, my main goal was being paid to do something I love. Unfortunately, I have not been able to accomplish that goal-NOT YET ANYWAY...the senior PGA tour is still a reality.

Some of my friends have been able to accomplish the goal of making a living being an athlete, and for a long time, especially recently, this has really been tough for me to deal with. It's not that I'm not happy for them, I just have felt like failure for not having reached the same level. Sure I've had many athletic successes, but it still just never reached the level I wanted it to.

It's important though, to realize this has been most of my own doing. I made some bad decisions, and often times took myself out of things mentally. It's not that my friends are better athletes than I am, it's just that they were able to put everything together better than I could.

I say all this to bring my writing today to this important point: I finally accept me for me. I am what I am and I have done what I have done. I can't change any of that. My objective, at this point in my life is to be the best at what I'm doing now. That is, be the best personal trainer I can be, the best boyfriend I can be, and the best person I can be.

I've learned that the first true step to success in anything you do is to be happy with you. Otherwise, you run the risk of not being able to truly apply yourself to what is important. If you spend dwelling on what could have been or what you didn't do, you're not going to continue to improve in any direction. You'll stay stagnant for as long as it takes for you to make up your mind to pick yourself up, get in the game, and be the best you can.

This has all been on my mind for a while lately and it's great to get it out. Again, I don't know if anyone is actually reading this blog (and to some extent, it really doesn't matter-I'm getting my head straight and it's working wonders for me), but if you are, I thank you for taking a look inside my head. I hope if you're suffering from something similar, this helps you. Stive to be the best at whatever you do and you'll always be fulfilled. You don't have to be the best, just be the best YOU you can.

Thanks for reading.

Push 'till ya puke...Always.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Cow Harbor 10k Race Report

"Life is what happens when you're making other plans."

This was the definiton of my race today. When I signed up for this race some moths ago, I had every intention of finishing in my goal time of 34:30 (or for that matter any time under 35 mins). Training was ok, save for some mishaps with my work schedual and overall laziness, but a week prior I had run a fairly painful 36:50 on the race course in a training run. Needless to say, I was confident. Then came today.

The first mile and a half felt great. I went out hard, but knew I had some left in the tank. Coming up to the first major climb of the day (and by major I mean what you guys in Colorado would call a small hill) my legs were movin' great. Then it happened. My back freakin' seized up and all I felt from then until the end of the race was tight lumbars and limited hip movement. What a bummer!

I went on to finish is 38 and change (the official results still are not posted), which I still feel is somewhat respectable. I have to keep in mind that Ryan Hall wrecked this course in 2006 with a course record of 28:40 or something like that (sorry for the lackluster records, I'm in a rush as I still haven't gotten in the shower yet!). All in all it was a good day and I learned that ANYTHING can happen in ANY race, so you better damned well be prepared to suffer if you have to!

Congrats to Kristen, my beautiful girlfriend for competing, her Dad, Mr. Hordy, and all my clients for running hard! Good work to everyone! Also, good job to my buddy Doug Moyer for finishing in 34 and change-I'll be up there with you next year!

Ok, time to take that shower and wash off the sweet oniony Mexican foody smell I got goin' on! Thank God my girlfriend loves me cuz I smell like...well, onions and Mexican food!

Push 'till ya puke! Always...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Just a quickie...

Just a quick post today. The last few weeks have really gotten away from me. Between work, training, and having a life, I've really not had much time for writing. I've come to find though, that without getting at least SOMETHING down every day, my thoughts really begin to get bottled up in my head. Perhaps I think too much about other things on those long bikes and runs!

Anyway, I was going to write a race report on the Mighty Hamptons Tri this past Sunday, but the only problem was that I never made it to the start! For the first time since I've been racing, I made the decision, albeit on the way to the race, that it was not a good idea to race. Looking at the pros and cons during the ride, I decided that it was in my best interest not to race. I was going in tired, I hadn't been in the water in at least a month, and it was pouring rain on the drive in. Now, I know that inclimate weather is usually nothing to bat an eye at, but combined with the other factors, I believe it could have spelled disaster. Not to mention, this race really means little to me at this point. Sure it would have been nice to toe the line with TJ Tollakson (who if I knew was doing the race I may have done it despite my pro/con decision making process), but I'm training too hard right now and am too focused on the American Zofingin to risk injury or illness. All in all, I was a bit bummed to not doo the race, but I went with my gut and did what I had to.

Now, don't think for a second that I didn't go home, take a nap, and then train my ass off! After a nice little slumber and working with a client, I decided to do another layered brick I had planned for later this week. The brick consisted of a 4 mile run, 60 mile bike, and about 8-10 mile finishing run. I did this with time being my biggest guide, as I have abandoned my bike computor and GPS for the moment. The routes were ones that I knew, so the distances should be pretty close. No matter, I had a great volume day. As my fitness grows, I get stronger and stronger the further I go. I'm really hoping for a great race in October!

That's all for now. The first episode of the new season of Biggest Loser just started and I'm off to crack a beer and watch it! The only thing that sucks is that Kristen won't be by my side. She's up in Canada again dealing with some family matters. God, whenever she's gone I miss her like crazy! I'm so lucky! Ok, before I get all mushy....

Push 'till ya puke....

Saturday, September 13, 2008

I'm pooped...

I've been off quite a bit on blogging lately. A lot is happening with work and training. I've been busy all day everyday for most of the last two weeks. I'm pumped that my business has really picked up, but the toll it's taking on my sleep is definately an issue. Poor Kristen has had to deal with me falling asleep constantly on her shoulder every night. I just can't seem to keep my eyes open after 9:30.

This is all compounded by the fact that I've decided to go cold turkey and give up caffiene....OUCH! This sucks. I haven't had a migrane for months and the moment I decide to give it up, BOOM! I'm sure that the next few days will only bring more of the same, but I am looking very forward to that magic day where I wake up and the headaches gone and I'm not nearly as fatigued.

Training has really been great for me mostly because I feel I've been as consistant as I have ever been. My fitness is really coming along and I think it's time to step things back up a notch. I have a race tomorrow so Tuesday will be another big day for me. I'm pumped!

Ok, time to go test out those race wheels and get my bike together.

Push 'till ya puke!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Falling a bit behind...

So I've been falling off the blogging wagon recently, which I guess is somewhat good because it means I've been training and working more and more. At this point in my training, I'm completely beat down. It's been a real hard three weeks for me and my body is telling me to slow my role a bit. I do love feeling this way though, because it's a result of pushing my body to its limits, and there's something sexy about that.

As I've gotten a little older (and hopefully a little more responsible!), I've been interested in seeing just what I'm capable of. I think that's what attracts me so much to endurance sports. Even though there are times I hate the expierience, I find that the end result gets me as high as a kite. Sure this is mostly a result of all the endorphins, but that sense of accomplishment is really something!


Relationships are a wonderful thing. Even when they're going bad, which is CERTAINLY NOT the case with my present relationship, you can learn something from them. A good relationship is one in which both people benefit and learn from one another. I've learned so much from Kristen and so much from our relationship. I can honestly say that I've never felt closer to anyone...ever. I think we've grown so much together in the time since we've met. It's really crazy, but I love every second of it!

On the training front, everything is going well. I've been building and building my fitness each and every day for the last few weeks and things are really going well. As I said before, I do think now is a time to let up on the hammer a bit though. I'm starting to show the wear and tear in that I'm not quite recovering as quickly as I'd like from big efforts. I'll still feel ok the next day, but my legs just don't have that spring in them that I'd like. The process of training is unbelievable. In just three weeks of busting my ass, in a smart way, my body has reacted so well. I'm now capable of distances and speeds I couldn't even approach before...and the best part is, I'm still improving! The angst that I felt when I first signed up for the American Zofingin is slowly being replaced by a cool, calm confidence. I'm not saying I'm gonna win the thing, but if all goes well according to my training, I'll have a good race.

"Impossible is nothing"