All right, then, I’ll go to hell. -Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn If you take one thing from Twain, let it be a willingness to give it hell. My last three springs have involved training for the Dirty Kanza 200—maybe the most sadistic single-day event you’ll find in cycling. It’s 200 miles of … More Hell Week Cometh
Good things happen to me when other people train hard. Thanks to some generous hand-me-downs from two Killeen brothers, half my work wardrobe is now made of clothes that were too big to fit my fitter friends. (Their weight loss is my gain.) I haven’t bought a nice shirt in years, but if they keep … More Wardrobe Upgrades
I drove my dad to Minneapolis last fall. My younger brother had bought a new house, and we were coming (ostensibly) to help him move. My dad could barely walk at this point; such was his arthritis and back and nerve trouble. The scooter bouncing along on the back of the pickup was a clue … More Filling Vacuums
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