swell time

Long story short - yesterday it snowed while I was running, so I couldn't see the patches of ice on the path, so I fell. Hard.

I jacked up my left wrist pretty good. There is some nice purple coloration coming in. But the really weird thing is, it didn't swell up.

Normally when you get injured, all of your tissue & stuff swells up to immobilize and protect the injured area. Everything in my wrist has atrophied down to nothing, so nothing swelled up.

Its freakin' weird, man.

UPDATE!!

My GPS thingy knows exactly where I fell. Check it out.

snowball fight - with video!

It finally went down between me and the little neighbor kid. He really wasn't thinking clearly when he challenged me to a snowball fight last September. He had no idea what kind of merciless beatdown was heading his way. None.

Challenging me to a snowball fight is like opening the gates of hell and calling Satan a fairy. Its like stepping between a mother grizzly bear and her cub - only the mother bear has a bazooka that fires snowballs and the baby bear is actually another mother bear that is pissed off and hungry.

Here's video Marney shot of the snowball fight. You'll want to make some popcorn and dim the lights before viewing - 'cause this is epic.



Boom! I bring the pain in a snowball fight.

I removed the sound so you didn't have to listen to the wind screams of the child as he begged for mercy. Most people wouldn't pelt a kid while he tried to crawl to safety. Fortunately, I'm not most people. I'm a stone cold snowball warrior.

Did you notice a snowball hit me in the ass at the 11 second mark? That was thrown by the kid's mom. Sorry, junior, but your mom can't help you win.

I may have won the battle, but not the war. There's another month of winter ahead of us. I'm sure he'll start another snowball fight.

And I'll be ready to rain down icy doom.

i'm still alive

Pretty much swamped right now with the 9-5 and 3 freelance gigs going on simultaneously. Actually, 2 freelance projects and a volunteer thing (vote Doron) but at some point I'll get back to spewing my usual drivel about neurons and triathlons and what not. I do like to keep things fresh for all of my readers.

You two are great.

train(ing) tracks

This Saturday is the Spin for ALS, presented by the GW Tri Club, at SCS Multisport. Its a spin as long as you want thing that raises money for the ALS association. My motor neuron disease is basically a stones throw from ALS, so I'll be attending and donating to the cause. I'll also be wearing my Luther bike jersey in memory of Nick.

I'm guessing they'll have a Spinervals dvd or some tunes on during the spin. In an attempt to make your Friday rock a little harder (or possibly scare the hell out of you) here are my top 5 favorite songs to blast when I'm on the bike trainer.

Mastodon - "Where Strides the Behemoth"
The last 30 seconds of this song are so heavy, you can't not sprint. *Bonus! On the video below, they go straight in to "Mother Puncher" which is in my top 10 training tunes.


Mastodon - "Crystal Skull"
This song kinda scares me, which is great when I'm trying to ride faster.


The Hives - "Hate to Say I Told You So"
Swedes in suits rocking out. What's not to like?


Electric Six - "Gay Bar"
This tune is fast as hell and always makes me crack a smile.


Mastodon - "The Wolf is Loose"
The first time I heard this song, it made me want to outrun something. That's a good feeling to have when riding a stationary bike in a basement.


And just you don't think I'm crazy, here's what I listen to at work or in the car.

Best. Crowd surf. Ever.

Two things are evident in this photo:

1) The crowd at this show kicks ass.

2) The guy in the wheel chair kicks as much ass as the sum of the crowd below him.

armless swimmer

This kid rocks.