Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

  Beyond Big & Tall: First Time Shopping in 30 Years It is amazing that so many things in your life can click that you don’t have enough time to talk about them all on your blog in any given weekly post. I’m posting two blogs this week, something I haven’t done in years.  The mind is funny sometimes; what it remembers and holds onto. I vividly remember my favorite button-down from college. The shirt was a green and black checkered shirt, size 3XL, and I bought it at Old Navy. The shirt always appeared wrinkled even when it was just fresh out of the wash. Man, it was so comfortable. I would have worn it every day if I could have.  There is another reason I remember that green and black checkered shirt. Why do I always hold it in such high esteem? It was the last piece of clothing I picked out or purchased, not only at Old Navy but outside of a Big & Tall store or a Big & Tall section. I know I got the shirt at the start of my junior year at IU. That means the l...

  Flattening the Hancock Flat 50 Hancock Flat 50:  Veni, vidi, vici—or for those who aren’t familiar with the Latin: I came, I saw, I conquered. That is how I felt yesterday as I sat on the steps and watched the people shuffle by in downtown Greenfield. This week has been full of accomplishments I'm eager to share, but I must begin here. I'm incredibly proud of myself, and not solely for completing the task. Getting Up and Going: Go Do It!  Part of me was never really sure I was going to Hancock County on Saturday morning. The distance from home was significant. Traveling that distance alone, it just felt like there wasn’t skin in the game. I wanted to do and finish a ride. However, I had always left the door open so that if I slept in and missed it, shit happened. Not going to this event would have been a huge mistake. The course was awesome—maybe the best-marked course I have been on. There were five rest stops for a 50-mile ride; that's really amazing. Since I was alre...

Grateful for the Miles: Steal Your Face Kit & the Hancock Prep I listen to more Grateful Dead than I have since I went to school at IU. The last two weeks I have been listening to Reckoning on repeat. The only acceptable version of China Doll is the Reckoning version. The music makes me happy and calms me. Happiness has been my driving focus since I left my work behind.  That leads me to this week's cycling kit! Finally, the Steal Your Face jersey has come out of the closet. It wasn't the matching socks, which arrived on Tuesday, that I swear had nothing to do with it. The Grateful Dead cycling gloves have been on tour with me previously; but they really do complete the kit.  Happy to announce that I reset my nutrition this week. To subtract, I added, and counting occupied my daily attention. Made sure my meal's core component was protein, then fiber. Two pounds melted away. I went back over 100 down in the last year. Well, technically, 360 days, but who is counting? ...

  Out Cycling the Scale (In my Brand New Day Outfit) 43 miles, four hours, 1909 ft elevation gain Saturday was the first time in 10 months the scale had gone up in back-to-back weeks. After working really hard to get fiber into my diet, working out steadily, and feeling superb, it was a sort of soul-crushing experience to be up on the scale. However, it was only crushing for a minute or two. I work really hard to try not to let the scale bother me. Especially in times of radical change. Part of me thought that as soon as I resigned and the stress of working went away, the weight would just melt off. The stress is gone, but the weight isn’t melting. However, that is because life changes.  More free time gives me more time to snack. Bags of baked Lay’s and peanut butter-filled pretzels get consumed and not logged. Popsicles disappear faster than they used to. As much as I would like to say I have popsicle gnomes who come and steal my popsicles. I have been eating more popsicles....

  "On the Road, On the Path" August 10, 2026  I was in the car on Thursday with Kona. We were going to get ourselves a cheeseburger and me a Coke Zero. This is typical after a bike ride. I was thinking about how I had spent my last week: working out and editing my work.   Then the phone call with my cycling coach, Jen, replayed in my head. That I could be ready to chase a dream by next summer. That freaked me out, but fantastically. I was ready to get back into the game of triathlon and push the limits of my body. It was going to take hard work and dedication, but I was back, baby!  It was then that my face split with a smile that was so big, I could not contain it if I had wanted to. It was at that very moment that I realized one thing. I was living my dream. Can you believe it? Do you have any idea how powerful that feeling is? After 27 years of doing battle with the voices in my head. Trying to prove to whomever I could that I was not lazy. It was at that ver...

  More Than a Progress Pic: What 180+ Likes Taught Me About My New Beginning Like most things in this life, it really started off as an accident.  I was trying to get my dog to come and nuzzle with me, and when she wouldn’t, I looked at my phone, and a photo from August 1, 2021, showed up in my history.  In the photo, I was as clean-shaven as I had been since 2009, so not very much; I was rocking my favorite Darth Vader T-shirt.  My journey had started already; I was 80 pounds down or something like that; I can’t really remember. Numbers over a six-year span blend.   Immediately, I wanted to contrast this photo with my cycle kit photo in full Punisher gear from the week before.  The journey needed to be seen side by side as I felt like it was coming full circle.  Using AI isn’t really my strong suit; people at work made fun of me for it.  I don’t have the patience for it all the time, and when I got a photo, I so...