play nice = bend over and grab your ankles

play nice or don't play at all. remember that one? well, it's total bullshit. if you play nice, you're going to get fucked over. i'm becoming more and more convinced that the only way to get ahead is to take advantage of or intimidate other people.

if you are another driver that insists that the world revolves around you, expect me to correct that notion for you.

if you are an employee, expect me to crawl up your ass and set up camp.

if you are a vendor who screws up, expect me to make you pay for it...big.

i'm so goddamn frustrated with the world that it's beginning to make me crazy. i need to go for a run before i kill someone.

good news/invite

good news:
the rim on my bike is not cracked. the point at which the wheel is joined (the seam) bent and caused a burr but it is fixable! damn. no more excuse to buy these. yea right...those cost as much as my whole bike.

almost forgot the other good news...ok, not news, more like me tooting my own horn. it turns out that i actually beat the run times for two of the approximately 50 pro male triathletes. as if my running ego needed any more stroking. =)

invite:
October 22 could wind up being one of the most important days to me yet. Running the Boston Marathon is a very big deal to me and qualifying for it is the only thing standing in my way. What does this mean to you? I would love nothing more than all my friends and family to come and give me some extra motivation to run hard. Most of the time i run solo and zone out. If the Chicago Distance Classic is any indicator, that's just not going to happen for me at that pace so anything to take my mind off of my legs would be supremely helpful. Seeing a friendly face in the crowd will certainly do that. I know watching endurance sports is probably one of the most boring things in the world, but i would be very grateful for the help.

tri stats - prepare to be bored.

triathlon results:
swim -
goal: 26
actual: 32:04
commentary: kicked in the face twice at the beginning and once at the end.

t1-
goal: 3.5
actual: 2:42
commentary: ran right past my bike the first time around

bike-
goal: 1:14
actual: 1:12 (21.0 mph average)
commentary: 8 inches from hitting a cameraman and last 6 miles was ridden on a flat tire with a cracked rim...suck

t2-
goal: 1.5 minutes
actual: 2:00
commentary: stood looking dumbfounded still not able to find rack. yes, i'm an idiot.

run-
goal: 40 minutes
actual: 41:38 (6:43 pace)
commentary: riding through the flat tire took a lot out of me and i couldn't hold the pace that i wanted. got the 73rd fastest run...which doesn't mean a whole lot.

grand spankin' total-
goal: 2:25
actual: 2:30:41
commentary: beat hebda by 6 minutes and kyle by 10 so i did what i set out to do...prove myself. still had a massive cramping issue at the finish line. i crossed and both hamstrings went mega-tight. some ice and gatorade and it was all good in the hood. i came in 236th of 3708 so top 6% isn't too bad. one day i will win.