A Story About Al and Fred

A few weeks ago at the factory Boss-man came out from his windowless office (pulling up his drawers while the new hire from the cafeteria beat a hasty retreat back to her station at the soup counter), hit the stop button on the line, and barked out an announcement:

"Attention, Pieces of Shit. Corporate threw a few bucks our way for you scum to do what we like to call 'retraining.' This means you fuck-nuts can take a little R&R at a hot spot like Camden or Bridgeport, pick up some tips on streamlining the assembly line from another factory, try not to get yourselves arrested, and then get your asses back to work here."

Boss-man is such an asshole. Al once lost his cool and called him a "fat fuck" right to his face. Nearly got himself canned.

Later that day at lunch, Al and Fred broke open the Black Domes and hatched a joke. They'd apply for Boss-man's "retraining" offer, but construct an argument for something completely absurd and irrelevant--some sort of "program" that would would have nothing to do with the assembly line and amount to a paid vacation of greed and debauchery for our heroes. Stick it to the man, so to speak.

Al and Fred would apply to...ready for this?...become students at UCLA out in the warm Cali sunshine for a year. Freakin' nuts, right? Who is their right mind would....

You ready for the punchline?

Boss-man bought it. Every bit of it. Hook, line, and wiggly slab of bait.

Here is Boss-man:



And here's where you'll find Al and Fred next year:



Al and Fred have already signed up for this. Oh Sweet Mary, the boys have really pulled off a coup this time!

invisib-AL

Today, Fred and Al were sent to a "training" session at the factory. The training was designed to teach us how to use new machinery and maximize our worker-energy microwattage. At about 3 PM, I had had my fill of being trained. I did what any red blooded American would do. I faked a groin pull. I lay writhing and moaning on the floor while my co-workers debated whether ice or deep tissue massage would be appropriate. Now normally, I'd be all for the deep tissue. But Fred had his sleeves pushed up and was jumping up and down yipping, "I'll do it! I'll do it!" So I screamed, "for the love of god, get me ice!" My fellow cogs ran about like rats from a sinking ship looking for cold compresses to ease my discomfort. In the chaos that ensued, I made a hasty exit.

After high-tailing it out of there (leaving my co workers holding the ice bag) I went for a nice 6 in the woods. I did the 3 mile loop at Bethpage SP 2x. It was wet but not too sloppy. In all, a nice easy run where I held 8:15s for the 6.

Part II: Performance Enhancement revisited



If you've paid attention to the sports headlines, you've seen that since Speedo unveiled its new Fastskin suit, the LZR Racer, in February, 6 world records have been broken by swimmers wearing the suit. The Fastskin suits create a slippery and impermeable layer that dramatically reduces drag, compresses muscles to improve performance and efficiency, and improves buoyancy. Controversy surround this sort of enhancement and has been there since these types of suit were first approved for competitive swim. Another major issue revolves around licensing. Certain teams--countries--can not use these suits because of licensing agreements. Many argue that this gives some teams an unfair advantage. We all know that this sort of equipment "upgrade" causes controversy in any sport: baseball, cycling, golf even Tennis. But the limited availability of the technology may be the source of even deeper controversy than is typical. Thoughts?

Part III
This equipment reminds me of the wetsuit "issue" in triathlon (only tangentially but...) I won't say it is really an issue. It is more of a point of discussion. There are many weaker swimmers who rely on full wetsuits even in warm water swims because of the buoyancy enhancement that wetsuits give. Tri suit manufacturers play to this and build the most buoyant wetsuits out there; and, not surprisingly, the most popular tri suits are the lightest and most buoyant suits. In short, BUOYANCY SELLS when it comes to tri suits. The ITU (International Triathlon Union) has set guidelines for tri wetsuit usage. These revolve, primarily, around the water temp (taken 1 day prior to race). Essentially, there is a temp range for each tri length within which it is permissible to use a suit. If it is warmer than the range, technically, suits are not allowed. The thing is this...in most trithlons, this rule is not applied. Anyone can use a suit regardless of temp. Only in the most competitive USAT races is this rule enforced. The reasons for this revolve around "performance issues." Many swimmers would perfomr poorly (and probably wouldn't compete) without a wetsuit. Organizers might worry (legitimately) that some swimmers would get into trouble and need rescue without a wetsuit.

I'm not sure of my stance on this. I can say that I don't enter a tri if I feel I can't "do it" without enhancement. I can swim the length with/without a suit. I am not fast, but I can "do" all three legs in any race I enter. I guess I feel that this should be the approach of all competitors. But I understand how equipment may mean access for some. It is an interesting topic. Thoughts?

spiritu-AL

This is just a brief post to wish you, those of you who are observant, a happy and healthy holiday time. Al is always sensitive to the beliefs and traditions of his audience. And it is in this spirit that he shares this message.

Now to "switch" topics...

Al will soon head south for an important moment in his childrens' lives: the viewing of the rat. Al's head is full of important questions about this momentous occasion:

Will the hotel have a decent gym?
How many pairs of running shoes should I carry?
Do I bother to rent a bike to get in a ride if we're only gone 5 days?
Will my son spew chunks if I take him on Space Mountain?

Wish me luck.

surgic-AL

Wood is down.

The poor fuck, Heywood, found out he's got a torn meniscus. After having 3 knee surgeries myself, I can commiserate...it sucks. (In my experience, a tear in the meniscus=certain surgery or no more athletics.) I'm sure many of you out there can offer your thoughts to Heywood on this. Knees ain't built to last, it seems. So here's my list of thoughts. You add yours in comments:
1. Get well soon. Don't despair...you'll come back. I've done many tris and marathons since my last surgery. You will too.
2. Find the best knee guy you can. Don't just go with an orthopedic surgeon...find one who specializes in knees. I was young and dumb with my first knee injury. The local guy "did me." I wound up needing that redone 3 years later. The other knee came later: a friend got me in to see the guy who scopes the NY Jets, for that knee. He was awesome. Really knew his stuff. And he was much more aggresive / intelligent with rehab than the other two times.
3. Start PT ASAP after surgery. Because you're an athlete, you're apt to think you can do your own rehab/PT. Resist this urge. Get going on PT ASAP.

Here are some funny things I found...
Running on road doesn't really hurt my knees. Any sort of cutting motions and trail running kill me. 10 miles on the road...no problem. So I still run, but I don't play Bball, football, racqetball, or trail run, really, anymore. Funny thing is you'd think trail running would be easier than road because of the soft turf. Not in my experience. My last surgery was 10 years ago...I seem to be doing ok so I just accept that some things are not "for me" anymore.

Some other things I do that help me...
Warm up well all the time. Easy spin, easy run, easy swim FIRST. No matter what I'm doing, I get blood going and build. I never go right at it.

Here's one that helped me a lot with running: shoe rotation. Shoes need gas recharge time. If you run in the same shoes each day, the cushioning is seriously compromised. I buy 3 pair at a time and rotate. They last just as long if not longer and provide better cushioning the whole time.

Smart weight training (well after you're fully rehabbed!) to maintain musculature around the knees. I never do heavy leg weight training nor radical motions anymore. (In college we did heavy squats, leaps, 1000 lb leg sleds etc...DUMB.) Now I do no-weight SLOW & BURN squats with a fixed range of motion--I never let my quad go below parallel to the floor and I take a 10 second pause/hold/fucking burn at the sit portion of the squat then come up SLOW. I also do low weight extensions in a similar manner--slow and burn and hold. Again, I wouldn't even think about this shit until well after you're fully rehabbed.

My father-in-law swears by shark cartilage and glucosamine/condroitin (or whatever the fuck it is) for his knee injury. I think this is bullshit and will wind up fucking up your liver/kidneys in the long run. Others can weigh in on this one.

Hang in there, brother.

charitab-AL

Both Al and Fred have been subjected to American Idol by wives/kids this season. It's certainly had a negative effect on us. I've followed my natural bent and spun off even further into sickness and depravity. (I've been thinking that little miss Kristy Lee ain't as wholesome as she lets on. I'm waiting for the underground porn tape to surface. I'm picturing a vid phone mpeg, all jumpy and grainy and shot from dick level. Kristy Lee is all teary eyed and make-up smeared at the center of some truck stop bukkake circle.) Fred, too, has followed his natural bent. He's fantasizing about long walks and deep talks with Brooke White. He wants 7 grain veggie sandwich picnics and zinfandel beside a stream. He's all misty eyed, snapping his fingers and singing along with her.

So, in that spirit, I thought I'd offer this to Freddy: (And Fred...think of what she could do with your hair.)



Here's one other point I'd like to have considered--only tangentially related. What do you think of a broad who writes a song FULL of specific details about your life

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun

and then kicks you in the ass for vanity because you knew the song was about you? I mean what the fuck?

Just Confirms What We Already Knew...

Mary Ann's a super freak, super freak, she's super freaky--YEAH!

Farrar Taps Pavement

Farrar gambles and loses on the tight line in the Paris-Nice prologue. FFFFFFFF....uck!

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Warm up, Stretch, Race

Today, the mountain bike season officially started for us out here on the west coast (for me at least). First off, I would like to throw huge props out to Lisa (owner of Auburn Bike Works) and Sean Allen (local MTB rider) for making the 16th Annual Cool Mountain Bike Race a spectacular event once again. Year after year, these two, along with the help of many volunteers, do a magnificent job. This year three bikes were raffled off along with thousands of other bike stuff. The organization, location, and great prizes will usually draw huge crowds that include some top pros.

The weather couldn’t have been more perfect along with the trail conditions. Cool typically floods when anyone within a mile takes a leak in the bushes causing a muddy mess for all participants and spectators. Not the case this year due to the sunny skies that have blessed us the last two weeks. Riders had to navigate just a handful of water crossings and a few muddy sections. Fast is the way to describe this year’s course.

My goals for this race was to treat it like a hard training ride, whatever place that puts me in I would be happy with. From the start, I pushed hard to get myself away from the bumping and grinding that seems to happen until the riders get separated. Soon, I found myself all alone and not really knowing who was in front of me or who was behind me due to the large number of riders at the start. Shortly, I was picking off riders from the previous wave start with ease. At this point I was feeling really good. It wasn’t until after the first lap that I realized I might be near the front of my class. So I kinda threw the whole training ride to the curb and started pushing myself to the point of nausea. When the race was all said and done, I got a podium finish even after bumping up a class this year. Twenty minutes off last year’s race. Finally starting to see a marked improvement come from all the training put in this winter.

One very cool part of the race is the tiny bike class. This class is filled with local freeride/dirt jumping/down-hilling/urban/non-racing riders who would rather goof off than put on Lycra and race. The rules, bikes must have 16 inch wheels and cost no more than $40. They ride ½ lap and try to consume as much alcohol as possible in that short time frame. I hope to participate in this class soon if I could just convince my breathtaking wife to drive me home.

The Chef and Big Cat were unable to race this year due to some nagging injuries and a few nasty crashes. I hope to see them out on the trails soon.

bronchi-AL

Al endures...

This AM brooks and I went down to the State Park for the LIRRC 10 miler. It was COLD!!! and WINDY!!! this early am. Temps were hovering at 30. Winds were gusty as hell. Wind chill had it near 5 degrees. Fahk!

I had wanted to run 7:30s. I ran 7:50s instead. I had some weirdness happen to me, and it freaked me out more than just a little. I was having these weird asthmatic-like wheeze attacks during the very open/windy sections of the run. The cold wind would tear into me, and I just could not breathe. I wheezed my way through those sections, feeling like I was drawing air through a straw. It sucked. My chest felt like it was spasming until a good hour or two post-race.

After I got home, I was ok. I got down to Tyvek-ing the exterior where the new doors and windows went in. Then I cam in and insulated the new walls. Much fun. we're coming along. And now, a little something for Fred (who is still contemplating activity). Oh and thanks to GVB for turning me on to this...

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

Al and Fred are pleased to announce:


AL AND FRED'S 1ST ANNUAL NORTH SHORE UNDERGROUND DUATHLON!



WHEN: SATURDAY, MAY 10, 9 a.m.


WHERE: WEST MEADOW BEACH PARKING LOT, SETAUKET, NEW YORK



WHAT: 2 mile run / 12.5 mile bike / 2 mile run.





WHY: TO GET YOUR FAT ASS IN SHAPE BEFORE SUMMER.






WHO: BY INVITATION ONLY. ALL OTHERS WILL BE TAUNTED AND SHUNNED.


ENTRY FEE: ZERO.





Your pals Al and Fred are bringing to you a new concept in USA duathlon events. There is no entry fee, no waivers to sign, this is not for a cause, there will be no race numbers, course marshals or official timing. This is simply a bunch of people getting together and putting the hurt down on a Saturday morning. There will be a languid sense of organization to the whole affair. The truth is, it's not that difficult. You run, you ride your bike, you run again. If you know how to change your shoes you can probably wrap your brain around the complexity of this event.


The winner will get to pile into his/her car before everyone else and go home. 2nd place will get to do this next, 3rd after those two. Or stay at the beach, eat sandwiches, and drink. Al and Fred really don't care what you do. Just don't complain about the lack of organization, the fact that the bathrooms are locked, or "the pissy attitude" of "those two assholes" who put this whole thing together.


Some details (what little we know or care about at this point):

• Both runs will be from the West Meadow Beach parking lot out to the end of Trustee's Road and back to the lot. That's about two miles for each run. You run AROUND the outside of the circle at the end of the road--these aren't suicides where you touch the end of the road with your foot and turn around.





• When you get back to the lot from your first run you need to do whatever it is you need to do to be happy and comfortable on your bicycle (hardcore dualie-men call this the "transition zone"). You can do this in your car, under a towel, or out in the open. Al and Fred don't really care what you do.




• The bike portion is basically this (for those of you who know the area): from the West Meadow lot go out to the tennis courts and turn left, up and over Mount Grey Road and turn left at Old Field Road, bust your ass out to the end (lighthouse), return on Old Field Road all the way to the post office, turn right past the Neighborhood House and turn right on Christian Ave, ride over the rolling hills down into Stony Brook Village, turn around down at the Stony Brook Yacht Club, come back up out of the village on Hollow Road, turn left on Cedar, right on Woodbine, and right on Christian, then turn left on Quaker to Mount Grey and get your slow ass back to the beach. Here's a link to the route: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1681148





• Change back into your running attire and get yourself out to the end of Trustee's Road and back again. Touch the chainlink fence at the parking lot. You're done.

• Invitation: If Al or Fred contact you and say you can do it, you're invited. If you contact Al or Fred and either one gets back to you and says you can do it, you're invited. If Al and Fred ignore you, you do not fit in and you are not invited. Sorry, but this is like high school parties--there are the cool people who get invited, and then there is everybody else.





• Liability: if you get yourself killed by some Three Village parent screaming down the road because his/her kids are late for soccer practice, don't come crying to Al or Fred. We don't care and don't want to hear your whining. THIS COURSE IS NOT CLOSED TO TRAFFIC. THERE ARE NO CROSSING GUARDS. WATCH YOUR TURNS. WEAR YOUR HELMET.





• Cheaters: do us a favor and watch some Animal Planet this weekend. See how the pack treats those who don't fit in? Lots of nipping and bloody fur, right? That's what you can expect.

• Despite what you've read so far, we're hoping lots of people come out and have a good time. Bring the kids. We're thinking/hoping there will be enough non-competitor members of the families around so that the kids can hang out at the beach with supervision and then we all come together when the pain is over for more eats and beach fun.
  
  
  

Bottom line is this, isn't it about time you got off your ass and got in shape? Summer's almost here. Do you want to look like this?

or this?


You decide. (And look, nobody said this thing was going to be P.C. or non-threatening or a bundle of loving goodness).

If you have a stupid question you can email Fred at: moveitfred at yahoo dot com. He might get back to you. (And, yes, Al and Fred are not our real names. See, truthfully this event "isn't happening." Know what we mean? Keep it secret, on the down-low, dig? If it's that important to you that you know who we really are you probably don't want to do this. Trust us).

port-AL

Today Al endured a fucking DELUGE and installed the triple panel slider and a triple panel casement at the back of his house. Both window and door were delivered at 7 AM. I considered calling an audible and letting the project wait until tomorrow, but both door and window are unfinished wood. I just did not want to risk letting them sit out in the rain. So it was TO WORK:

Before





During:




After:





The job went very smoothly. There was some waiting around during absolute biblical downpours. But other than that...smooth. Tomorrow I've got to Tyvek and rigid board insulate the exterior where I cut down the old siding. I've also got insulation, sheetrock, and electrical work to do inside. (Not to mention molding, spackling, painting etc etc etc) But I don't think all that will happen tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning is the LIRRC 10 miler. I plan to run it with Brooksy. I'm feeling rather battered. But I'll do what I can.

xoxoxoxoxoxox

fow-AL

Al calls foul on a fat golfing fuck:

ORLANDO, Fla. (AP)—PGA Tour golfer Tripp Isenhour was charged with killing a hawk on purpose with a golf shot because it was making noise as he videotaped a TV show

Isenhour was with a film crew for “Shoot Like A Pro” on Dec. 12 at the Grand Cypress Golf course. The 39-year-old golfer, whose real name is John Henry Isenhour III, was charged Wednesday with cruelty to animals and killing a migratory bird.

The charges carry a maximum penalty of 14 months in jail and $1,500 in fines.

According to court documents, Isenhour got upset when a red-shouldered hawk began making noise, forcing another take. He began hitting balls at the bird, then 300 yards away, but gave up.

Isenhour started again when the hawk moved within about 75 yards, Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission officer Brian Baine indicated in a report.

Isenhour allegedly said “I’ll get him now,” and aimed for the hawk.

“About the sixth ball came very near the bird’s head, and (Isenhour) was very excited that it was so close,” Baine wrote.

A few shots later, witnesses said he hit the hawk. The bird, protected as a migratory species, fell to the ground bleeding from both nostrils.

Let's start with a simple premise: golf is not a sport. It is a pastime, one that is enjoyed by fat, obnoxious fucks. Here's just one more example of why these assholes should smacked upside the head repeatedly. These douchebags should spend there time playing with their balls and leave the fucking wildlife alone. Can't you just hear the asshole? "The audacity. A bird on my course."

Anyway, al just want to say fuck you to Drippy Isehole.

In other news, Al is racing a 10 this weekend with his buddy Brooksy. Brooks is a fellow triathlete who is looking to do his first 1/2 marathon in May.

Brooks and Al have been rapping about all the interesting bi action happening in Spring and, wouldn't you know it, ole Fred is interested. (Just say "bi" and Fred's ears perk up.) Freddy boy is threatening to plod through a du. We shall see.

Al also wants to tell you about one of his favorite workouts:

I run from my house the 2 miles to the Y. Then I do 2 miles on the indoor track--upstairs over the Bball courts. Then I run home. I love this course cause I get to feel like Prefontaine for a little while.



I get this feeling screaming around this tiny fucking track. It is one of those little indoor Habitrails where 18 laps = a mile. The course is always cluttered with old fat fucks in denim waddling through a 1/4 mile or so. (Now tell me this...why do these fucks always walk in denim? Don't that hurt? They got thighs galore--all of them. Don't they chafe?) Anyway, try running an 8 minute past a group of fogies on a track that size.


Powerful, baby.

Gotta Get Off My Ass, Yo

Dammit.

Al and Wood getting armfulls of girlie jeans, doing up the town, remodeling, busting out the kicks for runs, tearing apart the trails.

Slovenly Moveitfred sitting around the house and eating. 'Bout the only action Moveitfred has gotten lately:

You asked for it?

As per the request of another bicoastal boy, here are some pictures of the ladies from Rock Racing.

For me, the jury is still out on the whole Rock Racing team/concept. First off, this team is so freaking flamboyant, covered in all that bling and crap with nothing to show for it. They arrived in Modesto for the start of stage 3 of the Amgen Tour of California with the biggest diesel pusher I have ever laid eyes on. Shinny black paint with a HUGE green Rock Racing logo on both sides. This bus was pimped out like Paul Wall’s grill. Following the bus was a Cadillac Escalade and a Bentley. Most teams have a Subaru or the like for a team car put these guys are rolling an Escalade and a Bentley.

Then there are the riders. Mike Ball will hire anyone who has name recognition, no matter what their story is. I understand they are currently trying to recruit The Chicken, Vin, Jan, and anyone else who has admitted to doing drugs because they need another chance. Too bad Landis is not for hire for a few more months. And then there is Cipo. The guy is a legend and all but he is the same age as Moveitfred. Come on.

Lastly, the R&R girls and entourage who I must say are looking pretty fine if you ask me (the girls that is). Boobs and ass all over the place covered up only by some overpriced jeans and shirts (the girls that is). The entourage decked out in black suits all for a bike race? I thought Puff Daddy was going to hop out of the Bentley.

Is this truly a positive representation of bike racing? RR was selling cotton t-shirts with a Rock Racing insignia on the front for $38. What is more surprising to me is that people were buying that shit. I guess it is not what I want to see, it is what the fans want. And let me tell ya, the people were surrounding the caravan of RR vehicles. Reminds me of the Disco bus last couple of years. Maybe this is what cycling needs in America. The fans seemed to be eating it up. Could this be a welcome shot of EPO for cycling, boosting fan fare after a couple of lousy years dealing with international cheats?

Like it or not, Mr. Ball is a genius. Now thousands more know about Rock & Republic than three months ago. His companies name is plastered all over the place in VeloNews and any other cycling publication, not to mention the TV time it got during the Tour of Cali. Lots of cyclists have money and I am sure they will drop some coin on the overpriced Levi’s. Fred, Al, where are your jeans?

dismant-AL & assemb-AL

Al had his hands full this weekend. Our new home has been a project and a half. The latest project is a kitchen re-do which includes removing a wall between kitchen and dining room. Here's Al in the process:



Here's a pic of the wall gone:


The project will include removing the old windows and door on the kitchen wall to my right in pic's. Those will be replaced by a triple panel french door (outswing type). Those old windows in the dining room will come out and that whole back wall in dining room will be large casement windows. Outside will be a deck (backing kitchen and dine). Just beneath where Al is working on the ladder here (the transition between kitchen and dine) Al is building a big island.

I also began my training program for the LI 1/2 this weekend. Did a 9 with Al K and another running/tri buddy, Brooks. The 3 boys ran in the snow for a nice 9er. We went along at about 9 minute pace. It was a nice run, but slow and treacherous because of the snow/ice. Still, it was good to get out beyond 5-6 miles again. It's been a couple of months since I've gone beyond 6.

Tonight I've got a basement biathlon on tap: 4 miles on the tread/one hour on the spin. I've got 30 days of Night lined up for the workout flick...spooky!

In Style

On Tuesday, Heywood made the trek down to the flatlands of Sacramento to witness the finish of stage 2 of the Amgen Tour of California. He was accompanied by his wife, son, the Chef, and Big Cat during that rainy cold afternoon. The moisture in the air did not frighten off thousands of spectators meandering about the event expo while waiting the arrival of the racers. All the reps where there, explaining why their shit is better than the stuff in the adjoining tent. Free samples of energy drinks and stickers were passed out to all who had an open hand. Three jumbo televisions displayed the race with live feed while everyone got there cycling fix. Very nice venue.

While Heywood’s family and friends were walking about trying to establish the most strategic position to observe the last few laps around the capital and final sprint, he snuck off to the capital building to visit one of his friends at the State Capital building who just happens to be a State Assemblyman. It just so happens that this politician also had some complimentary passes to the VIP hospitality tent adjacent to the finish line. Unfortunately, there was not enough passes for everyone Wood came with. Decisions, decisions.

When Wood returned to the finish area where his friends were eagerly awaiting his return, he did what any good friend would do given this situation….. Told his friends he would call them later and let them know how it was rubbing elbows with California’s movers and shakers.

This is the ultimate way to watch a bicycle race. Free booze, petite attractive waitresses prancing about giving out stuffed mushrooms and lots of other tasty crap and seven flat screens HDTV’s surrounded Wood. Freaking awesome. And the race was great too! Tom Boonen pulled off and amazing finish from way back. Wow!

The Chef and Big Cat are out there somewhere.

Free booze!

committ-AL

Well folks, I've now committed myself to a series of Tris for the 08 season. The plan is to actually begin the season with a 1/2 marathon. I'll do the Long Island 1/2 in early May. I'll follow this with a series of Sprint tris in Late May, June, July, and August. Then in Spetember I have an Olympic tri. I'll do one more tri in Late September or early October if I do not get into the NYC Marathon (again) this year. If I get in, it's right into Marathon training.

Here's the rundown:

The Long Island 1/2 on 5/4

The Ironclad Sprint Triathlon on 5/24...BRRRRRRR!

The Gold Coast Tr on 6/15

The Mighty North Fork Tri on 7/13

The SBR Harriman State Park Tri on 8/16

The Mighty Hamptons Tri on 9/14

After that, we shall see. I considered doing a 1/2 Ironman Tri at season's end. I think I'll wait and see how the early races go before making a decision on that one.

Some might say that this is an audacious plan. But i know I've got Jesus on my side. And you don't fuck with the Jesus.

Fred on work