The Thrill Of Victory (And The Agony Of Defeat)

Listen, I’m the guy who tears up during Gatorade commercials. Still, I gotta’ say, I don’t remember ever being moved by the Olympics. Until now. Sure, that the opening ceremonies were lip-synched and CGI-enhanced is weird, telling, and a bummer. And...

The 2008 Brickyard 400 (Or, My Days Of Thunder)

This is it: The Fall of Rome. And this is how it goes: blue sky, 85 degrees, 300,000 people, 42 modified stock cars hurtling around a two and a half mile track at 170 mile per hour, and lots and lots of beer. This is the Allstate 400 at the Brickyard, aka The...

Stars & Stripes & Brothers In Arms

I’m not sure which was sweeter music to my ears: the sound of the random competitor’s last gasp as I passed him mere yards from the finish line, or my brother saying after the race, “Damn dude, you crushed me.” Manhattan Island Foundation races...

The Morning Fog May Chill The Air, I Don’t Care

As I’ve said before, my favorite part about travel is running in a new town. This morning, that town was San Francisco. In fact, a good run had more than a little bit to do with my being here. My primary raison d’etre for this sojourn was the Y-Pulse Mash...

Hy-Vee Triathlon: 365 Days And Counting…

The sun was just breaking the horizon as “The National Anthem” began blaring from a shoddy PA. Nearly two thousand of us stared solemnly across the water when a short, wide rainbow materializing like a Technicolor ghost before us. That we were swimming at...