e your girlfriend, but you were stuck with a girl that was nuts that you couldn’t get rid of? Don’t look at me like that. All of you dated some crazy freak who tried to get you to marry them in 9th grade, but you wormed out by the hair of your teeth(really bad phrase), and you are here today only because you were able to shake Ole Crazy. Well, anyways, back to dedications…wait, no for a second, the above scenario was not about me, eh…a friend of mine. I dedicate this blog to Nigel. Why? Well, because he’s just tough as nails. I avoid situations that require me to suffer(which is exactly why I like riding dead in the middle of the race instead of at the front). Nigel likes to suffer. If you say, “Hey, Nigel…you have a choice between eating a ham and cheese or spikes, nails, and rusty saw blades pizza, Nigel will pick the pizza, then go ride 4 hours on flat tires because that will improve his balance. This past weekend he participated in a 24hr Run. Why you ask? Well, for one because he’s smart. His wife asked, and he said yes. That is good enough for me. But, still better yet because he invites pain in the door with a smile on his face. Did I mention that Nigel is not a runner? He’s a cyclist. This means that his body went through some serious pain and agony because of the bone impact that it never experiences. Want more? He also did 15 miles. For those of you who pant after you get up and grab the remote only to go sit back down and eat Cheetos, let me explain that 15miles is a very long way, and more than half of a marathon. Get you some of that. It would have been easy if he suffered it all at once, but he broke it up into smaller 5 mile chunks…while his muscles and body got a chance to swell up and curse him before his 2am second leg. So what do we say to the man, who lead me out perfectly for the best finish I had all season last year, for the man who’s favorite recovery drink is chocolate milk, for the guy whose daughter has the intellectual capacity of a 35 year old accountant? We don’t ask anything; we just grab his wheel when he pulls through.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Is Nigel there?
Blogs are like dedication songs. You know like when you were in high school, and you sent the dedication song over the radio to your girlfriend. Or, you might have sent it to that chic that you wanted to b
e your girlfriend, but you were stuck with a girl that was nuts that you couldn’t get rid of? Don’t look at me like that. All of you dated some crazy freak who tried to get you to marry them in 9th grade, but you wormed out by the hair of your teeth(really bad phrase), and you are here today only because you were able to shake Ole Crazy. Well, anyways, back to dedications…wait, no for a second, the above scenario was not about me, eh…a friend of mine. I dedicate this blog to Nigel. Why? Well, because he’s just tough as nails. I avoid situations that require me to suffer(which is exactly why I like riding dead in the middle of the race instead of at the front). Nigel likes to suffer. If you say, “Hey, Nigel…you have a choice between eating a ham and cheese or spikes, nails, and rusty saw blades pizza, Nigel will pick the pizza, then go ride 4 hours on flat tires because that will improve his balance. This past weekend he participated in a 24hr Run. Why you ask? Well, for one because he’s smart. His wife asked, and he said yes. That is good enough for me. But, still better yet because he invites pain in the door with a smile on his face. Did I mention that Nigel is not a runner? He’s a cyclist. This means that his body went through some serious pain and agony because of the bone impact that it never experiences. Want more? He also did 15 miles. For those of you who pant after you get up and grab the remote only to go sit back down and eat Cheetos, let me explain that 15miles is a very long way, and more than half of a marathon. Get you some of that. It would have been easy if he suffered it all at once, but he broke it up into smaller 5 mile chunks…while his muscles and body got a chance to swell up and curse him before his 2am second leg. So what do we say to the man, who lead me out perfectly for the best finish I had all season last year, for the man who’s favorite recovery drink is chocolate milk, for the guy whose daughter has the intellectual capacity of a 35 year old accountant? We don’t ask anything; we just grab his wheel when he pulls through.
e your girlfriend, but you were stuck with a girl that was nuts that you couldn’t get rid of? Don’t look at me like that. All of you dated some crazy freak who tried to get you to marry them in 9th grade, but you wormed out by the hair of your teeth(really bad phrase), and you are here today only because you were able to shake Ole Crazy. Well, anyways, back to dedications…wait, no for a second, the above scenario was not about me, eh…a friend of mine. I dedicate this blog to Nigel. Why? Well, because he’s just tough as nails. I avoid situations that require me to suffer(which is exactly why I like riding dead in the middle of the race instead of at the front). Nigel likes to suffer. If you say, “Hey, Nigel…you have a choice between eating a ham and cheese or spikes, nails, and rusty saw blades pizza, Nigel will pick the pizza, then go ride 4 hours on flat tires because that will improve his balance. This past weekend he participated in a 24hr Run. Why you ask? Well, for one because he’s smart. His wife asked, and he said yes. That is good enough for me. But, still better yet because he invites pain in the door with a smile on his face. Did I mention that Nigel is not a runner? He’s a cyclist. This means that his body went through some serious pain and agony because of the bone impact that it never experiences. Want more? He also did 15 miles. For those of you who pant after you get up and grab the remote only to go sit back down and eat Cheetos, let me explain that 15miles is a very long way, and more than half of a marathon. Get you some of that. It would have been easy if he suffered it all at once, but he broke it up into smaller 5 mile chunks…while his muscles and body got a chance to swell up and curse him before his 2am second leg. So what do we say to the man, who lead me out perfectly for the best finish I had all season last year, for the man who’s favorite recovery drink is chocolate milk, for the guy whose daughter has the intellectual capacity of a 35 year old accountant? We don’t ask anything; we just grab his wheel when he pulls through.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
You're too funny man!
It's less impressive than it sounds so I need to set you straight on a couple of things:
1. I didn't *run* 15 miles. I ran 5 (39min), jogged next the 5 (56min), shuffled the last 5 (1h 49min).
2. Cadence is way smarter than an accountant.
Now let's go race!
Post a Comment