I finished my first triathlon today: the Ironman 70.3 Ohio! I figured that the Ironman experience would be pretty similar to the experience of large road races (i.e. marathons and half-marathons) that I’ve done before — albeit with some swimming … Continue reading
I’ve thought about attempting a triathlon for awhile now. Mostly because of my friend John. John has been doing triathlons for years. He’s so into it that he got an Ironman logo tatooed on his right calf a couple of … Continue reading
I spent a bunch of money on a new bicycle this week. I’m simultaneously kind of excited and kind of self-conscious about it. Have you seen @preachersnsneakers on Instagram? I think it’s a brilliant attempt to promote dialogue on a … Continue reading
It was not a pleasant morning to commute from my home to the campus of Kent State University. Two or three inches of fresh snow fell over the course of two or three hours. The snow compromised visibility, road surface … Continue reading
“Are you some kind of die-hard?” I get variations on this question all the time, as I’m locking or unlocking my bicycle around town. It just seems weird, in this part of the world, for a person to be riding … Continue reading
Help me understand your perspective, American drivers. I’m not trying to be confrontational. I’m genuinely curious. What do your honks mean? What thoughts lie behind your facial expressions? What are the words you’re muttering under your breath? What do you … Continue reading
I like bicycling. Even through the cold and snow of Ohio winters… even through the considerable ups and downs of Kent’s topography… even through the more dangerous areas with no dedicated bike paths and uneven sidewalks (yes, I’m talking about you, State … Continue reading
I like to think of myself as an ideologically-consistent person. Maybe not logical, but at least ideologically-consistent. I say that I prefer bicycles to cars for their fuel efficiency, cost savings, health benefits, and their contribution to staying more meaningfully … Continue reading