Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

October 13, 2026 Half the Man I Used to Be I'm half the man I used to be (For as I feel as the dawn, it fades to gray) Well, I'm half the man I used to be (For as I feel as the dawn, it fades to gray) Well, I'm half the man I used to be (For as I feel as the dawn, it fades to gray) Well, I'm half the man I used to be Half the man I   used to be —   Stone Temple Pilots,   Creep She said it when I stepped off the scale. I didn’t even pick up on it last Saturday. She said I was half the man I used to be. She said, it went over my head. Now, she was just telling me good job on my success at WW and on the scale that week. After having a few weeks of going up and remaining flat, I am back with a vengeance and back to my losing ways. Nothing is really different. I am just following the program and doing my workouts. I am living my best life! Then, yesterday, I was sitting on the couch. Thinking about my journey and what needed to be said about it. A strange thing to realize is...

October 6, 2026 Moving Forward: The Art of Transition They say you cannot win races in the transition, but you can lose them. Just like in motorsports, you can win or lose a race in the pits; in the game of triathlon, you can lose the race in T1 or T2. Fumbling to get out of your wetsuit. Bike shoe not clipping in. God forbid you leave transition without your race fuel. All the little things that can lead to losing your race.  For me, the goal of every tri, all nine, was just to finish. Therefore, when I saw people running by me from sport to sport, and I just sort of took my time walking, not running, I have never run in transition; I just let it all pass by. Didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. I would head over to find a seat, sit down, and wiggle my double-sized body out of my wetsuit. Get the sand out from between my toes. When my coach told me to get going, I smiled and waved. I started, therefore, I had already won. It wasn’t a race for me; transitions were rest are...