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Survival of the fittest

In case you’re biting your nails with curiosity, wondering if I actually finished the Mini-Marathon or if I ended up in the back of an ambulance somewhere along the course, you can rest easy. I survived. My colleagues have heard me regale the events of the day, but just in case I missed anyone I can sum it up thusly: I ran, I walked, I ran some more, I walked a lot more, my legs ached. I crossed the finish line and ate a banana and a cookie. All in just three hours. Would I do it again? Sure, why not? After all, they do give you a cookie at the end. chocolate chip cookies

Alas, my cookie-eating days are limited. Continue reading ‘Survival of the fittest’


Five weeks and counting…

I’m counting down the days until June 21. That’s the day I’m competing in a triathlon here in Indianapolis. And, because I’ve got quite a bit of work to do to get ready for it, the time is just flying by.

I’m not a runner. I don’t even own a bike. I have no pool to train in. How did I get myself into this? Continue reading ‘Five weeks and counting…’


I won’t shoot my eye out.

Matt\'s bikeI bought a bike last week from Angie’s List A-lister Indy Cycle Specialist. Not just any bike. A Giant Tran Send commuter bike with rack, fenders, bell and built-in compass.

“Hello, inner 8-year-old.”

I feel like that kid in A Christmas Story who longed for a “Red Ryder carbine-action, 200-shot Range Model air rifle BB gun with a compass in the stock and a thing which tells time.”

I might blow out a knee, but I can’t shoot my eye out with the Tran Send.

When I moved to Indianapolis this month to join Angie’s List, everything came together to make my dream of bike ownership come true. Continue reading ‘I won’t shoot my eye out.’


Feet, don’t fail me now!

mini marathon I am not a runner. With that being said, I’m about to embark on a journey that’s leaving most of my friends and family wondering about my sanity. In just five days, I’m running the Indianapolis 500 Festival Mini-Marathon.

Go ahead and giggle. Roll your eyes if you must. Goodness knows I’m laughing on the inside at the thought of running 13.1 miles and living to tell the tale. I know there are some who might not think running a half marathon is any sort of challenge. But, I hark back to my previous statement: I am not a runner. Continue reading ‘Feet, don’t fail me now!’