<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922</id><updated>2012-01-17T11:52:53.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri Pod</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-2951644448216947828</id><published>2010-01-07T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:09:13.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes for Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Steve Brown – Peach  City Runners, Penticton,  BC&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cal Kellett – Real Rides.ca, Calgary,  AB&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This year was a great success for the Underpants Run during the ’09 Ironman event in Penticton, BC. Our goal each year with the run is to lighten up the mood for those athletes waiting anxiously for race morning, and for those who support these athletes to have a little fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;Your support this year has helped us to sponsor another great young athlete, Ryan Yaneff. With the help of Barry Mah, our hard working SPECIALIZED Rep here in Alberta, we were able to present Ryan with a brand new Specialized road “Roubaix” bike just before Christmas. You can only imagine his delight &amp;amp; disbelief!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you to everyone who contributed time, effort and funds to the cause, and especially to Barry Ma and SPECIALIZED for their generous contribution. A special thank you to the amazing team at GEARS BIKES in Mississauga, Ira Kargel-Kennedy and Kevin Wallace, who brought the bike in and built it up to fit Ryan perfectly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course many thanks to Barrie Shepley from PERSONAL BEST for helping us find such a deserving young athlete. Ryan’s a special young man and we know that he will be motivated to pursue a long career in cycling and triathlon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks again,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Steve and Cal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgZ-9bw3ti8/S0aDm7RHE1I/AAAAAAAAABw/tBpweU5Nlcg/s1600-h/Ryan_Cal.bike.03.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgZ-9bw3ti8/S0aDm7RHE1I/AAAAAAAAABw/tBpweU5Nlcg/s320/Ryan_Cal.bike.03.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424167505982067538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-2951644448216947828?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2951644448216947828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=2951644448216947828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2951644448216947828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2951644448216947828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/bikes-for-kids.html' title='Bikes for Kids'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgZ-9bw3ti8/S0aDm7RHE1I/AAAAAAAAABw/tBpweU5Nlcg/s72-c/Ryan_Cal.bike.03.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-6518028559393833977</id><published>2009-09-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:41:08.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman Canada Underpants Run 2009</title><content type='html'>The Underpants Run at Ironman Canada was once again a great success to the benefit of Bikes for Kids. Due to an outstanding number of participants in this year’s run, we were&lt;br /&gt;able to raise the highest amount in a single year in the ten year history of the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who purchased 2009 souvenir underwear and made generous contributions.&lt;br /&gt;A very special thank you to Mike Bock (Chinook Half Triathlon in Calgary) for his support and incredible donation of $1000.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year’s recipients of bikes are still training hard with our Olympic development team in Calgary and we hope to be able to inspire more kids in the sports of triathlon and cycling with this year’s proceeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks again this year to Roch Frey and Paul Huddle for kick-starting the run with their stirring rendition of The Underpants Motto and for their willingness to lead a scantily clad group of exhibitionists through the downtown core of Penticton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Steve Brown and the staff of Peach City Runners came through with their volunteer efforts, underpant purchase &amp;amp; sales, and their never ending enthusiastic support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to all those who participated and we hope to see you in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal Kellett&lt;br /&gt;Bikes for Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgZ-9bw3ti8/SqbdXQxd2bI/AAAAAAAAABg/cw86Zd8wtCc/s1600-h/100_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgZ-9bw3ti8/SqbdXQxd2bI/AAAAAAAAABg/cw86Zd8wtCc/s320/100_3799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379230196649810354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-6518028559393833977?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6518028559393833977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=6518028559393833977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/6518028559393833977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/6518028559393833977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ironman-canada-underpants-run-2009.html' title='Ironman Canada Underpants Run 2009'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgZ-9bw3ti8/SqbdXQxd2bI/AAAAAAAAABg/cw86Zd8wtCc/s72-c/100_3799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-8692599146911171065</id><published>2009-03-18T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:03:31.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes for Kids &amp; The Under Pants Run</title><content type='html'>The Under Pants Run at Ironman Canada is not just a way for athlete and various exhibitionists to show their styling new undies to the world, it also serves to raise money for Bikes for Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years our charity ‘Bikes for Kids’ has used proceeds from the annual Underpants Run, an event in which participants run a few kilometres in nothing but their underwear, to help rising triathletes and cyclists by presenting them with professional-quality bikes. Recipients are chosen based on passion, talent and financial need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikes for Kids sells sponsored under pants and takes donations at this once a year, fun for the whole family event, to raise money to give these kids new bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year two Calgary Olympic Oval cyclists were presented with top of the line Specialized, Allez bikes as part of an initiative aimed at helping promising young Canadian athletes obtain the sporting equipment they can’t afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikes for kids would like to thank all our sponsors &lt;a href="http://peachcityrunners.com/"&gt;Peach City Runners &amp;amp; Nordic Ski&lt;/a&gt; in Penticton, BC, &lt;a href="http://www.realrides.ca/"&gt;Real Rides&lt;/a&gt; in Calgary, Alberta, &lt;a href="http://www.multisports.com/"&gt;Multisports.com&lt;/a&gt; in San Diago, California &lt;a href="http://tcrsportlab.com/"&gt;TCR Sports Lab&lt;/a&gt; in Calgary, Alberta, &lt;a href="http://www.ironfuel.com/"&gt;Ironfuel.com&lt;/a&gt; and specially Barry Ma from &lt;a href="http://specialized.com/"&gt;Specialized&lt;/a&gt; and the always great staff at &lt;a href="http://bowcycle.com/"&gt;Bow Cycle and Sports&lt;/a&gt; in Calgary, Alberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are participating at Ironman Canada this year or just spectating, please join us Friday August 28 2009 8:00 am for the annual Under Pants Run. All are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lot of fun and a great cause.&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/*fSvEjjhLsC*RTeSMGsLIEqE6trhuwTKLHwDCLSs-13bzbhlxGlpVMLDJAZf9bKhMt*N6joVkBb-fnm*OYR2yv1FI3IqhVfr/BikesforKids2009.jpg" alt="" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal Kellett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikesforkids.ca/"&gt;BikesforKids.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-8692599146911171065?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8692599146911171065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=8692599146911171065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/8692599146911171065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/8692599146911171065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bikes-for-kids-under-pants-run.html' title='Bikes for Kids &amp; The Under Pants Run'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-353030788048549180</id><published>2008-02-29T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:26:57.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is a long way from birth to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but a short time in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man time flys. Seems like last week I started my annual spring return to fitness. Not that I get a lot out of shape but I like to take some time after the season to just do as little as possible fitness wise. For me, five or six weeks with no workout agenda is just fine. Problem is as I age those few weeks go by faster and faster. So the year follows and before I know, it's over. Can I look back on that particular year and say I accomplished all I wanted too? Maybe, but probably not. Here's the thing. As I grow older I am not looking back at what I did or didn't do but look forward to what new things I can do. It is just that I am more aware of how quickly I am using up the time. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why those few weeks of down time feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what they mean by, take time to smell the roses. Who ever they are I'm liking them more and more as the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-353030788048549180?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/353030788048549180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=353030788048549180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/353030788048549180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/353030788048549180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2008/02/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-715547125047451534</id><published>2007-11-26T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:24:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of the Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's not the sticks or the stone, but the heart that makes the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I find it harder and harder to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;. Some days my heart just isn't in it. The crazy part is that if I force myself to get out there, I always feel better for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a couple of times during an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; event when I have run with athletes whose abilities far outweigh mine. The only reason we ran together on those days is that their day was falling apart and mine had stayed somewhat in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pulled out of the race at about two km. His reason, it just wasn't his day and he didn't feel like going on. I had run with this person for the first two km and I came to realize that he was embarrassed at his performance. Not because he hadn't tried as hard as he possibly could, but at what his peers would say after, if he finished with a big number on the board. He had the heart, but let his head and what others thought take away his finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other I came across at about the thirty km point and as I shuffled past her I offered some small encouragement. "Good work" I huffed. "Oh, I'm having a bad day" she said. "You're doing OK" I threw over my shoulder. "Not when you're a pro" she countered. "You gonna finish?" I asked. "Well, I know my sponsors don't want me to have a bad time on my record, but I don't want to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DNF&lt;/span&gt; on my mind, so yea, however long it takes, I'm going to finish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that attitude a lot. No matter what her head told her, it was overruled by the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bentley&lt;/span&gt; cross the line in Hawaii this year, bringing a young man's dream of crossing a finish line with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart, even if it leads you over the finish a little slower than you had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-715547125047451534?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/715547125047451534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=715547125047451534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/715547125047451534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/715547125047451534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/11/heart-of-matter.html' title='The Heart of the Matter'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-3980168944037383828</id><published>2007-11-14T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:42:08.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no struggle so great that it cannot be overcome with a kind word.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard some days to just live? You know the kind of day I'm talking about? Maybe you're a little short on cash, maybe the job didn't go so well today, maybe your car is old or at least older than the guy's next door. Maybe it's a day you realize how old you really are. I guess we are all looking for the fast track to our dreams. I don't know what the big hurry is. I'm still trying to figure out what my dream may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame computers in part. Everybody has to have a faster one. You barely get a new one when a better one is available. All that really means is that you're gonna be calling the help desk a lot faster because you can't figure out why your new computer isn't working. There are those days when you're not feeling quite yourself and you don't accomplish a damn thing. You look back on that day and say, man that was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, triathlon teaches patience. On those race days when you are really struggling, do you look at it as a waste or another lesson learned? You have to find a way to learn a lesson on those bad days during your regular life. Focus on something other than what is causing you grief and be patient. You never know, while you're looking the other way, you just might discover your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-3980168944037383828?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3980168944037383828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=3980168944037383828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3980168944037383828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3980168944037383828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-is-no-struggle-so-great-that-it.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-3053006267241832573</id><published>2007-10-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:33:11.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Running can take you further than just down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The air is crisp and clean. The sun is just coming up and the birds let you know that you are infringing on their time of day. Even the water around your feet has a quiet calm about it. You breathe deep and feel the strength and power of this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take a look around. Do you see anyone fighting? Do you see anyone exchanging angry words? Do you care if the person you are standing beside is from somewhere other than your country? Do you care what colour their skin is? Do you care if they can even speak your language? Male or female? As a matter of fact, the guy who zipped up your wetsuit couldn't speak your language, but he knew what you needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this brief moment, at the start of every Ironman, the world comes together. One single body headed in the same direction. Not just athletes, just people. It is no wonder that with such single-minded purpose so many cross the finish line on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could happen if the entire world really stood together on some selected morning, people of every continent, of every colour, of every creed, all facing in the same direction. Whatever that direction may be, imagine what would come of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-3053006267241832573?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3053006267241832573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=3053006267241832573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3053006267241832573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3053006267241832573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-do-you-stand.html' title='Where Do You Stand'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-1999743716518054332</id><published>2007-10-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:47:18.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Just Looks Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the road ahead is filled with stones, make them stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, just got back from Hawaii. I have to say that standing and watching an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an effort in itself and for all those who come out and support  the athletes all day, good on ya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2007 was a hot one and full of surprises. I also realized what great athletes these people are. I know from experience that in heat like that I would have been hard pressed to do more than walk. Actually, I was having a hard time just walking around to different view points to watch the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; looked so smooth and effortless, even though I know by their finish times, they were moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Drive later in the day, it was amazing to see how many people looked like they were loving it, even though you could see they were struggling a bit. As the darkness fell their big white smiles glowed in the dark as brightly as their glow sticks and the finish area was full of great emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reinspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-1999743716518054332?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1999743716518054332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=1999743716518054332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/1999743716518054332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/1999743716518054332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-just-looks-easy.html' title='It Just Looks Easy'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-5883067746693908810</id><published>2007-10-11T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:55:32.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kona Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time is of the essence,&lt;br /&gt;so take time to smell the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya, I'm here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt; for the big one, but you know I gotta tell ya, so far the thing that has caught my interest more than anything else is the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Now I like coffee as much as any red-blooded, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timmy&lt;/span&gt; Horton's Canadian boy can, but this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt; Coffee has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;somethin'&lt;/span&gt;. See, I don't care much for the harsh overbite that you get with the Starbucks. Not to mention the price. Oh ya, throw me in one of those dried up pieces of bread for four bucks. Oh, they're not bread they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;biscotte&lt;/span&gt;. Ya, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still want to race here, but after catching some of the, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at me, I'm an athlete&lt;/span&gt; attitude from some of these guys, I think I'll sit by and have a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-5883067746693908810?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5883067746693908810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=5883067746693908810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/5883067746693908810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/5883067746693908810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/10/kona-coffee.html' title='Kona Coffee'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-6659174156568414169</id><published>2007-09-24T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:54:03.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take a look around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you're not the only one working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so, you made it all the way to the start line. I have to smile. Hey, two days ago you were strutting around like you were going to win. Now you just look like your gonna have a coronary. Well that's what the reality of 2700 people in a swim start can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm just lookin' for my new best friend. That's right, the one person. male or female. going just a little bit faster than me in the water. The thing is, if that person slows down, I'm off and hey, if they want to jump on for my turn on the front, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be great relationships formed in that hour in the water. There is a lot of give and take and only one rule. Don't touch my feet. If you don't know how to draft, don't start learning in my wake.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its kinda like a one night stand. The second you get your feet on solid ground you don't even know who the person was you just spent the last hour with. Sometimes you even feel a bit used.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-6659174156568414169?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6659174156568414169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=6659174156568414169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/6659174156568414169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/6659174156568414169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/09/next.html' title='Next'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-3658691340830323598</id><published>2007-09-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:59:52.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No matter what you make out of life,&lt;br /&gt;make someone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, was it just me or did every body get shit in their goodies bag at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada this year? I call it a goody bag because you used to get the odd thing in there. You know, free samples, maybe a water bottle, a Powerbar or two. Man, you used to get a free prime rib dinner at one of the pubs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Penticton&lt;/span&gt; in there.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened? I mean seriously, where's the shwag? For $600.00 give me something more than an ankle chip holder that says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada on it and the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' medal as last year only with a 25 stuck on. Oh, and thanks for the finishers hat with the brim sewn on crooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if you think cheesing out on these things is just me ranting, you might want to send your survey around and ask people how they felt about these issues.&lt;br /&gt;I know, to change the medal it would have been an extra two dollars per person you would have had to spend. Yup, we can add, that means you would have had to have spent a bit over five grand more out of the kitty to do something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone puts the training in and the money out to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;, I can guarantee you that when they look down into that plastic bag at race package pickup, they want to see something more than junk advertising and a sample sunscreen. Doesn't have to be much, but something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your thinking hats on, as long as the brims are straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-3658691340830323598?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3658691340830323598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=3658691340830323598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3658691340830323598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3658691340830323598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-me.html' title='Is it me'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-7642599334850970287</id><published>2007-09-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:02:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To change how you think&lt;/span&gt;  ,&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about changing&lt;/span&gt;    .&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, here in the north it is quickly becoming the time of year that all cyclists dread. Indoor trainer or spinning. Yup, oh the snow may not be flying yet, but overnight temps are down to frost levels and days are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shortening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rapidly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired last year of the old, spin thing I could barely get on the bike. My cure? I reinvented the spin video. With the help of friends we filmed a couple of great rides. Two from the Calgary, Alberta area and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada course. Then we made these videos into indoor trainer spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out if you're tired of watching 5 other guys on their windtrainers looking back at you on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://realrides.ca/"&gt;www.realrides.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're even offering a $10.00 off for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Penticton&lt;/span&gt; course rides. A four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; set for only $39.00. Really, give it a shot. Couldn't be as bad as watching the inside of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt; for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-7642599334850970287?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7642599334850970287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=7642599334850970287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/7642599334850970287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/7642599334850970287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-training.html' title='New Training'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-2695323391260672461</id><published>2007-09-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:04:05.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you are light in your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are light in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, been a while since I have written. Well, long training days will do that. This year Ironman Canada presented its usual. This was the fittest I have been in a couple of years and I felt pretty good going into the day. As usual the Canada course came up with a couple of tricks. Steady hard headwinds were the order of the day and took a good chunk of time to conquer. Oh yea, I also sprained my ankle jumping into the race start from the cement break wall at the beach. That didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing was that I didn't once wonder why I was out there doing it. I loved every minute this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, number fourteen in the books and some new life lessons. I'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-2695323391260672461?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2695323391260672461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=2695323391260672461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2695323391260672461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2695323391260672461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-days.html' title='Good days'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-5646806504388841967</id><published>2007-05-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:06:55.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The future seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;until it is behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so where the hell did April go? I don't even know where I got any training in. All I know is today I looked down and I am already five weeks into my training program for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I just spent a week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Penticton&lt;/span&gt; riding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; course four times. Looked like there were a lot of geeks in town already and if the earlybirds were any indication there will be a lot of guys with shaved heads around this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there was a day when shaving your head made you slightly faster in the pool and the Cops for Cancer guys, they should get donations not for every head but for every hair that is shaved.&lt;br /&gt;But face it guys, if you're shearing the locks just because you think it makes you look like a triathlete? Forget about it. I know a couple of fifty-something longhairs that will probably ask you if you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; as they sail by on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-5646806504388841967?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5646806504388841967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=5646806504388841967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/5646806504388841967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/5646806504388841967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-flys.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-8361180977191600142</id><published>2007-03-15T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:09:16.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those who wait, wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those who don't, win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's just about this time of year when the walls start to close in. You've had a couple of nice days and you were even out on the bike last weekend in your shorts. That was short lived as the week brought inclement weather, even a bit more snow and once again you have been relegated to train in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;You could almost be motivated to keep it going if only the weather would stay nice. Yea, well screw it. I'm headin' south again man. There just has to be a better way to get the training in than spin classes with a bunch of cranky, grumbling athletes and dancing through the slush only to give up and just get both feet soaked so you won't have to dodge the puddles for the rest of you're run. Oh, and one other thing. I'm ready for a couple of drinks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-8361180977191600142?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8361180977191600142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=8361180977191600142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/8361180977191600142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/8361180977191600142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/03/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-4057217433531373520</id><published>2007-02-14T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:11:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Face the wind, so when fortune blows  your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You will see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live on the down-slope of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rocky&lt;/span&gt; Mountains and there are days when the wind blows so hard that when headed in the right direction, you don't even have to pedal to make some pretty good time. The human voice doesn't carry too well on this wind but if you listen, you can usually hear some pretty imaginative swearing when headed into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, you can justify a few windy days by saying to yourself that it can only make you stronger and if race day has a nasty blow, you'll be ready. That being said, after a couple of long days in a row of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forty&lt;/span&gt; to fifty km an hour headwinds, you tend to get a bit aggravated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our group has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt; way of bringing on the wind. He's like a wind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;magnet&lt;/span&gt;. You can almost be guaranteed that if he is in for the morning ride, it's going to be a windy one. We have however, found a way to make this mutant power of his turn to our advantage. If his unique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conjures&lt;/span&gt; up a wind on a day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; was otherwise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forecast &lt;/span&gt;to be calm, we force him to buy beer and wings at the local watering hole after the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good one eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-4057217433531373520?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4057217433531373520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=4057217433531373520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/4057217433531373520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/4057217433531373520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-it-blow.html' title='Let It Blow'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-3080955758123341216</id><published>2007-01-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:15:23.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Is the road of life measured by the distance you have travelled?&lt;br /&gt;Or by the distance you travelled to help &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So it's been a long day. But you're out there. And compared to some of the folks you are passing, things could be worse. Look at that person just standing there, covered in salt and a little unsteady on his feet. Now here's the thing. Do you pass them by and say to yourself, yea, got that one or do you take thirty seconds to ask if they're &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, if that thirty seconds is the difference between your being fifty-sixth or fifty-seventh in your age group, do yourself a favour, ask them if they could use anything. You will feel better for it, they will remember you for it and the end result won't change your world ranking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the hand down to help is more satisfying than the leg up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-3080955758123341216?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3080955758123341216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=3080955758123341216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3080955758123341216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/3080955758123341216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-long-road.html' title='It&apos;s a long road'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-8564988028175193141</id><published>2007-01-02T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:18:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Change the word struggle to the word adventure in your day to day vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;It will not make the grade any less easy to climb, but it may put a little grass under your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have been told that I am a dreamer, that I sometimes have an unrealistic view of the world. Is it unrealistic to think that every new day holds a new adventure, good or bad, still something to look forward to? Do I dream that around the next corner is my personal best finish time? This and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt that I would not accomplish what I have set out to do. Everybody would like their dreams and wishes to come true. Usually the easy way. Like just having them fall into your lap. One thing triathlon teaches is that no matter how good you feel in the morning, the afternoon can hold many twists and turns and if not overcome, can lead to a long night. Patience usually wins the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait for what I wish and if I refuse to be beaten down and discouraged by the journey, then I guess I do have an unrealistic view. And if that journey takes the rest of my life, that would be a lifetime of anticipation. I think that is optimistic not unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-8564988028175193141?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8564988028175193141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=8564988028175193141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/8564988028175193141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/8564988028175193141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2007/01/adventure-continues.html' title='The Adventure Continues'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-1834485136922440606</id><published>2006-12-30T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:21:20.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The greatest thing you can do with your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahhh, the holidays. Funny how a few weeks in a warm place can change your state of mind. Especially when you spend a number of your training months double layered to keep out the cold. I don't care if you're in Hawaii or in the Baja Mexico, there is something about running in your shorts beside the ocean that just makes it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time I use to get my sorry butt in gear for the season coming up. Usually after our annual trip to Ironman Canada I take a few weeks off. If I am feeling particularily lazy, more than a few. So for me to get going again I need some motivation. Like temperatures in the 70's. I just feel more like getting out there and getting it going. I think from now on when I need a break I'm just going to take one and let the chips fall where they may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-1834485136922440606?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1834485136922440606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=1834485136922440606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/1834485136922440606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/1834485136922440606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/12/livin-it-up.html' title='Livin It Up'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-2578097644962761083</id><published>2006-12-15T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:25:13.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leg Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach down and give someone a hand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A small thing with great impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last couple of years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have struggled with a nagging hamstring tightness that I just could not seem to shake. Running on the flats was no problem, but in my neck of the woods there are very few runs that are flat. Every hill with any kind of a grade gave me great difficulty. The left hamstring would protest at even the shortest of climbs. I ran this way for a long time thinking that I was just getting old and I would just have to make the best of it. Finally, the tightness in the hamstring moved into my lower back and made it hard to even sit in the car for any length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the back thing before, a trick hip that likes to go out at any given time. I did my usual thing in that case, off to the chiropractor. One look and he just shook his head. "How long have you been walking around like that" he asked me. I didn't have to answer, he had my records. I hadn't been in to see him for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, snap, crackle, pop, guess what I don't have any more. No, not the pain in my back, it's the pain in my ham that's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seasoned athletes I think we sometimes have the idea that we can work through the pain or the injury. Trust me, give yourself a leg up and the second you think something is wrong, go see someone who really knows what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-2578097644962761083?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2578097644962761083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=2578097644962761083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2578097644962761083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2578097644962761083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/12/leg-up.html' title='Leg Up'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-2760475723467078717</id><published>2006-12-04T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:29:43.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downhill Scares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The road behind me holds great memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The road ahead, anticipation of the adventure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And where I stand right now is exactly where I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have never been one to hold back on a downhill. Man, I rode up here so I'm riding down. Funny how you always feel like you're the fastest at these times and you are always surprised when someone comes ripping past you on the down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I put a small, but high quality helmet camera on and went for a ride. At the end of this ride there is a 14% grade hill. Now for those of you that have never seen this kind of hill, it's the one that can get you up to 80km an hour in a wink. Let me tell you when I look at the video of the downside of that hill, I don't know if it's the sound of the wind, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; sounds like a jet aircraft, or just how fast the trees are flying by that almost scared me. I say almost, because anyone going over 80km an hour on a peddle bike better be a little scared or they are going to be a lot road &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rashed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year on the downhill side of Yellow Lakes at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada, the guy in front of me got speed wobble. Trust me, I was praying for the guy, 'cause if he went, I was going too. He hung on but I can still see that front wheel of his wobbling like mad, and hear him cursing like a banshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is always a little risk in anything you're riding. Your bike, the next big wave, even that heated seat in your new pick-up. You gotta be careful because the second you take your eyes of the prize someone will throw a hockey stick between the spokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-2760475723467078717?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2760475723467078717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=2760475723467078717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2760475723467078717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2760475723467078717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/12/down-hill-scares.html' title='Downhill Scares'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-1489025165057987923</id><published>2006-11-29T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:32:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You never really know what you have,&lt;br /&gt;until your neighbour gets a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, is it freezin' out or what? Man, the pathways are clear and newly shovelled, but when it's 42 below, it's 42 below. People always say, I'm freezing my ass off. I always wondered if you only froze half your ass off, would you run around in circles? Or, if your ass falls off on a run in the woods does anyone hear it fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those questions may not seem too deep, but when you've been sitting around the house for days because in this weather exposed skin freezes in 9 seconds, you start to get a little goofy. Anyway, seems like yesterday it was good to be outside. Oh hey, it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'll ride the windtrainer one more time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-1489025165057987923?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1489025165057987923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=1489025165057987923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/1489025165057987923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/1489025165057987923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/11/freezin.html' title='Freezin&apos;'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-2960168785904621156</id><published>2006-11-21T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:35:38.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes to those who wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sooner to those who go get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They say that patience is a virtue. Well who the hell are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that distance athletics does teach is patience. Often as not, the one who goes out fast comes home slow. Often, not always. We call it, save it up Sammy. You sorta hold back, saving your energy for the last part of the event. Hoping that you didn't hold back to the point where you can't make up the time you lost saving it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great in theory, but sometimes you just gotta go hard, right to the wall. If you're always patiently waiting, you will always be watching people go by. Once in a while let her go. It's the only way your gonna know where you stand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean put yourself in the wagon, but 'til you walk or win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get what you want and be patient with those who get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to know who Sammy is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-2960168785904621156?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2960168785904621156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=2960168785904621156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2960168785904621156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/2960168785904621156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/11/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-9188283933973518374</id><published>2006-11-17T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:40:43.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreams and Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To find the wind you need only to open your wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever had one of these dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you've just gotten out of the water in a great time. You fly through transition and head out to the bike racks. Suddenly you think you have forgotten where you parked your bike. Come on man, it's got to be right in this row. One over from the big tree when I face the lake and half way down. Now where the heck is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point you start to do that thing when you can't find your keys. You know, second guessing the fact that you were sure you put them right there. Right beside the phone when you came in. Well, obviously someone has moved my bike, or worse taken my bike by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the panic sets in. Your &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hollerin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' for your bike louder than &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jurgen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Zack without a helmet. It's right at the point where you're just starting to get that sick feeling that this is the day you are not going to finish, when you wake up, sweat running down your back. And you say thank you out loud. Funny how a nightmare can be a thankful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling in a small but real way. One time I got to the start line late after hitting the snooze button one too many times. I was just about to hit the beach when I realized I had left my goggles in the hotel room. This day I was fortunate and found friends standing behind the swim transition fence and one of them ran back to my room for me and brought back my goggles. Just in time for the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, how many times have you looked into that sea of faces trying to source out someone familiar and seen no one. I have one or two of these dreams before every &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I like to think of them as good luck omens. I remember one such dream I emerged from T2 and was half a km into the run before realizing I was naked. That one wasn't so bad, just seemed to scare a few kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point I am trying to make here. I just wondered if anyone else had these dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-9188283933973518374?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9188283933973518374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=9188283933973518374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/9188283933973518374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/9188283933973518374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/11/daydreams-and-nightmares.html' title='Daydreams and Nightmares'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116322472905698784</id><published>2006-11-10T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:47:04.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla Bla Bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, if you listen very close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can hear someone else talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been out for a great day of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; with a group of fellow athletes and ended up hitting the local pub? Maybe the conversation turns to training schedules. Someone has found a new coach, maybe someone has a nutritional idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's the guy, and I know there is one in every group, who, after a couple of beers, turns into the world's greatest all-seeing, all-knowing, done everything athlete? Maybe not even after a couple of beers, maybe they just start right in with a neverending litany of how many races they have done. How many times they have bonked. How many times no matter what you say, they say better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like they've been &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; on the edge of their saddle all day waiting so the sound of passing cars won't &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt; the brilliance of their natter. How many times have you just given up trying to get a word in edgewise because as soon as you open you mouth, buddy's been there, done that? And how many times have you headed to the can and just kept on going out the side door?&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day when the guys ask you where you got off to, you tell them your head was ringing so loudly from buddy's tirade that you didn't know you had left until you woke up the next day and there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, who is that person, who because they have some degree in some related field, figures they can sit there and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adamantly&lt;/span&gt; drive nutritional and training theoreries down your throat for an hour even though they have never even done a triathlon and don't have the foggiest idea what it takes to finish an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; let alone get to the start line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit sometimes there is a good story or two to be told, and God knows that after a couple of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pil&lt;/span&gt;*, I myself have prattled on about something I may have thought was extremely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But if you have more than a weekends worth of tall tales that you are just itching to tell someone, anyone about, for God's sake man, write a book and leave the rest of us to our wings and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pilsner&lt;/span&gt; beer. An excellent, rough and tumble Canadian brew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116322472905698784?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116322472905698784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116322472905698784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116322472905698784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116322472905698784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/11/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Bla Bla Bla'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116284866699716453</id><published>2006-11-06T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:49:36.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where no man has gone before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Step off the path of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and discover the forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I grew up in a small town north of Toronto. Looking back those days play out like something out of a movie. Our home stood on an acre of land on the outskirts of town. There was a river that ran through the back yard big enough to float rafts made of pine trees cut from the miles of forest that started up right where our lawn left off. Summer days were spent building these rafts, fishing, camping or just exploring all the things that miles of untouched forest could hide.&lt;br /&gt;Winter brought the ice and neverending games of hockey, and chasing rabbits through chest deep snow in the woods. There always seemed to be an adventure either real or imaginary just outside the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triathlon is a lot like that for me. It brings with it a real sense of adventure. Every training ride in the mountains, every run in the river valley and every open water swim brings back that old sense of youthful freedom and discovery.&lt;br /&gt;Every race holds just enough sense of the unknown to make it an excellent way to stray from the path, to boldly go and to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;triumphantly&lt;/span&gt; return. Another story to share with friends over a couple of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brewskies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay on the path if you like. It will most likely take you safely to you're journey's end.For myself, I'd rather get a few burrs caught in my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116284866699716453?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116284866699716453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116284866699716453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116284866699716453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116284866699716453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-no-man-has-gone-before.html' title='Where no man has gone before'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116274317240399041</id><published>2006-11-05T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:52:51.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When reaching for your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you may have to stand on your tippy toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always carried three goals with me on race day. One, what I expect to accomplish given my training. Two, what I will accept as a decent effort no matter what the day brings. Three, my dream goal. This is the day when all the planets align. The fitness, the weather, the nutrition and the mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of any dream is recognizing when to push the envelope. How do we know that that perfect time and place is now? This is the moment you get up on your tippy toes and sprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is what drives us to any dream point. The challenge and hope that on that perfect day we are ready and able to see the dream and meet the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116274317240399041?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116274317240399041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116274317240399041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116274317240399041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116274317240399041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116135101413484531</id><published>2006-10-20T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:58:46.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is no adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; inside the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever seen a reality show that was really like real life? I hope not. If you have, give your &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friggin'&lt;/span&gt; head a shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, if you are sitting around watching someone &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; idea of reality, you got to get out of the house. Survivor, yea &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but I mean, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; more like a game show. Anyone watching Bridgette &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neilson's&lt;/span&gt; show where she is living with some washed up rap guy? Holy shit man. You can't tell me &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; entertainment. It's not even stupid funny. And don't go, well how do you know about it? I don't, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I don't know what washed up rap guy's name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet the guy who thought that that would be an interesting thing to put on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. I'll give him a dose of reality and beat him &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;senseless&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder kids are walking around with so many screwed up ideas. They think that the drunk, drugged and homeless are something people will pay you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Hawaii will be showing live all day on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ironmanlive&lt;/span&gt;.com and over the years they have worked hard to perfect the live feed for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and have changed the format to bring on board live helicopter feed and motor bike footage. Here at least, is some real human struggle. Mind over muscle, body over time. Not pouting for half an hour because the only boy dating all six other women living in your house has decided you're out. Somebody shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shizzle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;zezzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116135101413484531?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116135101413484531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116135101413484531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116135101413484531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116135101413484531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-out.html' title='Get out'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116105620883223013</id><published>2006-10-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:02:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to tri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;In a world of complacency&lt;br /&gt;The daring few have become just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just getting to the start line is the hardest part. Over the last few years there have been many hazardous conditions leading up to and including race day for a number of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Utah was a disaster. Some swimmers who thought they heard the start gun headed out onto what they thought was the swim course, ending up getting pushed two km down the beach from the actual finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada  2003, with raging forest fires all around the town of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Penticton&lt;/span&gt;, firefighters and water bombers were at a premium. Oddly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; a burning bird nest took out the local electricity and the Friday night &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;oload was held on the local baseball field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Funny no one really noticed the smoke until they looked at their photos and realized they had been running in fog all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt;, the news makes it out like the whole place is gonna slide under the waves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well not according to a few buds who are over there racing. Looks like business as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If this was going to be easy, well you know, but I mean &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jeeeze&lt;/span&gt; common guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Triathletes are getting too pampered. This whole sport used to be about the daring few. Now the few who dare are labelled as trouble makers or worse yet non compliant. Sometimes even looked upon as crazy. I await the day that someone looks my way with consternation and distaste. That will be the day I know I have become a true trier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116105620883223013?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116105620883223013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116105620883223013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116105620883223013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116105620883223013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/dare-to-tri.html' title='Dare to tri'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116066882433039680</id><published>2006-10-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:06:39.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get passionate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If they are tears of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;then start a flood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What brings tears to your eyes? Is it a sense of relief at making it to the finish line? Is it the pain or is it the sense of accomplishment and empowerment that comes with what you knew all &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt;? That you could do anything you wanted in life, you just had to find the start point, the confidence, the drive, the sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you understand that inside you there is a spirit greater than anything you could imagine, and once you find the way to tap into that spirit, you will meet all &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; with the same resolve that you do on race day. Adapt and overcome. One step in front of the other, so that every day of training and racing and every day of your life makes you greater than the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to shed a tear or two in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116066882433039680?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116066882433039680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116066882433039680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116066882433039680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116066882433039680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-passionate.html' title='Get passionate'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116055366997257063</id><published>2006-10-11T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:08:34.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If it feels good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; try to remember how you did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, ever talk to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their first half marathon? They are so stoked. You can hardly stand the bright light shining form their eyes. What would you give to get that innocence back? Really, you shouldn't have to give anything. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the thing with endurance sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Every day is a new day, every race has its own set of rules, every time you set out to challenge yourself you should get that feeling. The day you don't get a rush of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; at the start line or at least one moment of doubt, that will be the day you give up the sport. Because that will be the day that the effort will be meaningless and there would be nothing for you to gain by continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, hope that day never comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116055366997257063?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116055366997257063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116055366997257063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116055366997257063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116055366997257063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/hooked.html' title='Hooked'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116030040675626187</id><published>2006-10-08T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:17:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it any way you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you can't speak your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; keep trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Silence never moved anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, tonight I used a word that my friends and I have used for years. I used this word &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt; that I was amongst people who were not privy to the inner word group used in my circle of friends. These people assumed I had made a serious &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; pas. I, on the other hand, thought my word was descriptive and spoke more to what I was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imagining&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I apply somewhere to have this word and others that I use to be officially inducted into Websters? I mean, why isn't it as easy as selecting, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;add word to database.&lt;/span&gt; Or why isn't it as easy as having the word accepted for what it is? A bastardized version of the original. Created with a sense of humour, but with a sense of pride as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the word, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;, an obscure colloquialism confined to mid-Ontario and southern Ontario through the seventies. A slang, meaning, sarcastically yes. Unless you were from that region you would have probably looked sideways at anyone using it. That is, until Mike Myers, a Toronto region boy, brought it to pop culture in the movie &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wayne's&lt;/span&gt; World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes you just have to accept that your idea of change, even if it is as simple as &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scramblizing&lt;/span&gt; a well established word or two, will probably ruffle the feathers of those steeped in traditional word, and oh yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116030040675626187?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116030040675626187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116030040675626187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116030040675626187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116030040675626187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/say-it-any-way-you-want.html' title='Say it any way you want'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116021415347751882</id><published>2006-10-07T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:20:46.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hold out your hands and see how many take hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you ask a stranger for a co2 cartridge if you were out? Hell yes you would, if it was in the middle of a race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Would you ask you're best friend for a hundred bucks if it meant your mortgage payment? Not if your life depended on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is it so easy and yet so hard? What are the parameters that make it so easy sometimes to accept or to ask for help and sometimes not be able to find the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes strangers become our closest friend if only for a moment as they pass by and throw a tube or a co2 cartridge our way. Yet our true friends who we surround ourselves with every day, feel like outsiders because we feel what, too much obligation, familiarity, too much, "hey guess who had to borrow from me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is amazing how much giving there is our there. Not just on race day, but every day. You just have to look or ask or hold out your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; Don't&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to ask because sooner or later you will be asked to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Either way you will get more than you bargained for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116021415347751882?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116021415347751882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116021415347751882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116021415347751882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116021415347751882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/give-it-away.html' title='Give it away'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116018194855430148</id><published>2006-10-06T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When the body grows weary&lt;br /&gt;the memories grow strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man, some days you just got to wonder if your gonna get it done. You look at the schedule and its calling for a six hour ride with a one and a half hour run.&lt;br /&gt;These are the days I try to bring back some of my favourite race days. The ones that went well and ended with some good friends and a few brews.&lt;br /&gt;This may seem weird but I don't focus on the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; event itself but on the sense of accomplishment I felt in the days after.&lt;br /&gt;That for me is a stronger motivator. I think of how great I felt wearing the finishers tee. Of how good it was to say ya, I finished when someone asked about the race. And in the telling of the day to anyone who would listen.&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that get me out the door with some good vibe happening.&lt;br /&gt;I think that come the day when the cranks have turned over for the last time and the runners are bronzed up and sitting on a mantle some where these will be the memories that will keep my spirit in a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; state of runners high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116018194855430148?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116018194855430148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116018194855430148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116018194855430148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116018194855430148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/ride-on.html' title='Ride on'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116001222749277456</id><published>2006-10-04T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:37.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The man in the moon has never smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know that point in the day when you are starting to suffer? For some of us it's one minute before the gun goes off. For others it may be somewhere on the run. No matter who you are or where you are from. Newbie or average Vet. Some time, some where there will be a point where there will be some suffering.&lt;br /&gt;The face you put on through those periods tells more about you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caricature&lt;/span&gt; than the finish time you achieve fighting through that point.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the time to vent you pain on the person who you have to rely on for the rest of your day.&lt;br /&gt;I have often &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;witnessed&lt;/span&gt; a volunteer taking the brunt of some athlete's &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;misplaced&lt;/span&gt; sense of urgency for a miss passed water bottle or the greatest of all evils running our of gels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must admit that I have myself expressed displeasure( I use this word because I can honestly say I have never been angry enough to actually yell at a volunteer) to a volunteer for having been sent in the wrong way on a course, but &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the thing. There was a day when there were no volunteers, there were no gels and a lot of the time your guess was as good as mine as to which direction you were supposed to be going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got to love the fact that once in a while you go the wrong way and the challenge just became a little bit bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my question. Do you accept this challenge or do you yell at a volunteer?&lt;br /&gt;Get your game face on and smile and thank your volunteer no matter how crappy you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116001222749277456?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116001222749277456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116001222749277456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116001222749277456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116001222749277456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/game-face.html' title='Game Face'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-116001035987863287</id><published>2006-10-04T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:14:46.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever watched the sun rise and thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wouldn't it be great if you could take your work ethic in your training to every other aspect of your day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever remember a day when you had a tough workout or a race didn't go quite the way you had imagined and just said screw it, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it, I am never going to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I know, somewhere out there someone has a legitimate &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; for saying that but I mean in general. All things being semi good. Do you have a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; day and then just decide you don't want to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; anymore?&lt;br /&gt;There has to be bad days. Otherwise what would you have as a base line. There would be no way to gage your great days.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the great days are in there. Even if they are few and far between. Sometimes the distance traveled between the sweet spots make them a whole lot sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;What amazing things life and athletic &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;training &lt;/span&gt;are, you have the opportunity to get up tomorrow and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-116001035987863287?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/116001035987863287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=116001035987863287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116001035987863287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/116001035987863287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115991962188432008</id><published>2006-10-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:15:26.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If it seems dark at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;try turning on a light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How often have you looked &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; into the depths of some deep dark body of water and imagined some monster coming up out of the depths to snap you up, or swam through a patch of sea weed or grass and imagined hands grabbing at your legs and dragging you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everyone has their own swim demon. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; good. What ever your &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; may be you will, at some point in time have to confront it. Better it be on your own time than three hundred meters into an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; swim.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that you will get over your demon in the middle of two thousand thrashing bodies, many with the same fear as you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the old saying applies, the devil you know is better than the devil you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Get out their and swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115991962188432008?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115991962188432008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115991962188432008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115991962188432008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115991962188432008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/10/swim.html' title='The Swim'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115954593218264412</id><published>2006-09-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:16:10.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not that you live your life by the numbers but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how you live your life between the numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah, the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. So much information and so easily &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt; too. You can even watch your favourite &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; live, on the computer, all day long, if you have a fast enough connection. I have actually sat and watched the finish line for hours so that I could cheer a friend or friends across the finish line in some far off place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still we have to do a little &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jonesing&lt;/span&gt;. Even though the facts of the day are there for anyone who wishes to search them out. Right down to the extra time you took in transition to drink one more &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can tell you that I am a very right sided person. The details of my race day fade very rapidly. Oh sure, I can tell you my best ever time at a number of different distances. For a few days following a big event I can even tell you that specific finish time, thought barely. But for me to tell you exactly what my finish times where at any given event over the last twenty years? Ya, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So why do people quote finish and split times with such &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;authority&lt;/span&gt; some times as much as twenty minuets out on either side of the quote? Usually, though I am sure unintentionally, the faster of the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey, your times you time. The only way your gonna get a way with that story is if we've had too many beer and tequila shots on this years fishing trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115954593218264412?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115954593218264412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115954593218264412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115954593218264412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115954593218264412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/finish-times.html' title='Finish Times'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115949958966914694</id><published>2006-09-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:16:42.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Set of Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;when you take the measure of your life,&lt;br /&gt;use a large cup&lt;br /&gt;James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey, didn't your wheels used to come with the bike? I mean, are you kidding me? $2500.00 for a set of wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I could have purchased four of my very first bikes for that kind of money. Ya, I know, you're thinking, holy crap, how old is this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well old enough to know that I can go down hill faster on an ten year old set of Campy Zonda's that cost $550.&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; full retail, than on a set of $2500.&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zipps&lt;/span&gt;. Whats that you say, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zipps&lt;/span&gt; have dimples. Great, well so does an old guys ass but you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;'t... Actually scratch that thought, but you get where I'm going with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it the wheels or the idea of the wheels that makes you go faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; this, train a little harder, buy a set of wheels for $1500.&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; give the other grand to a struggling fellow athlete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not only will you be a whole lot faster from the harder training but you"ll be a whole lot stronger for the gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115949958966914694?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115949958966914694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115949958966914694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115949958966914694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115949958966914694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-set-of-wheels.html' title='A New Set of Wheels'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115933954848449643</id><published>2006-09-26T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:17:27.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If you turn around at the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; line&lt;br /&gt;you can see the start of a new race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             James Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This years &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada was the second year in a row where circumstances beyond my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; made for a very long day.&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was a bike crash, this year was defective cycling shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Though I was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with my result these issues did nothing to undermine my determination to get back out there and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; to get my best time ever.&lt;br /&gt;The finish line for me has never been that. I don't think I have ever crossed one without &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; wondering how I could do better and when that chance would come.&lt;br /&gt;I will always turn around at a finish &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;line&lt;/span&gt; and look back because to me its not a backward notion but a new look to future races hard run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115933954848449643?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115933954848449643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115933954848449643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115933954848449643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115933954848449643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115929958497076020</id><published>2006-09-26T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:18:25.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adapt and Over come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A locked door is nothing but an opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to discover a new key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                     James Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;as anyone ever had an issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;on course at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;? If there is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; in the room that doesn't have their hand raised, lucky you. Isn't that what that day is all about? Its about overcoming the issues that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arise&lt;/span&gt; on the day. Flat tire, wind, rain, heat, nutrition all of the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afore&lt;/span&gt; mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Who can say what that day will bring. Not just to the middle but from top to bottom. I think every one has seen the video of Paula &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Newby&lt;/span&gt; Fraser collapsing meters from the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt; finish line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There will always be a challenge and there will always be a kink in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; that goes with it is the key to bring to every locked door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;What a great tool to make a key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115929958497076020?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115929958497076020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115929958497076020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115929958497076020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115929958497076020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/adapt-and-over-come_115929958497076020.html' title='Adapt and Over come'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115911557264166953</id><published>2006-09-24T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:18:49.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can some one explain to me why every one bitches about their inability to hold it together on the ride on race day when they can't even make the scheduled rides on the weekends. I know, lots of stuff gets in the way. Yard work, kids, breakfast, it's too cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How many times have you sat around waiting for one or more of the group to show up on Sunday morning only to have them call an hour after start time and give some lame excuse why they cant' make it. Not to mention an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apology&lt;/span&gt; for holding up the whole group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today is Sunday. Why am I sitting here writing this? I have been waiting for those in our group who expressed a wish to ride this morning to show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;New rule for the year. If your not there at start time, I guess you'll be riding alone, catching up or struggling on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;race day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115911557264166953?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115911557264166953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115911557264166953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115911557264166953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115911557264166953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/ride-times.html' title='Ride Times'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115843638123468756</id><published>2006-09-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:19:17.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and Stuff</title><content type='html'>It seems a little crazy to me that we try so hard to push our youth toward fitness and the sport of triathlon but where can they come up with the costs of equipment and entry fees let alone the training costs on swim, gym and pool facilities.&lt;br /&gt;As in any sport everyone wants there child to succeed and do well but we leave so many great talents behind because of their &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;economic&lt;/span&gt; situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is just me or do you think things are getting &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;outrageously&lt;/span&gt; over priced?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115843638123468756?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115843638123468756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115843638123468756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115843638123468756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115843638123468756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/bikes-and-stuff.html' title='Bikes and Stuff'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34467922.post-115833432134074424</id><published>2006-09-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:19:52.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri Slag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whats with all the downloading of stuff at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; Canada this year. For me one of the fun things about spending so much money for an event is getting the results in a nice package with all times and transition times broken down. Also, down load my own finishers certificate? Come on guys, its the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; things that count, like having &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt; units close to the finish line so you can &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gack&lt;/span&gt; in private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34467922-115833432134074424?l=ironfuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/feeds/115833432134074424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34467922&amp;postID=115833432134074424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115833432134074424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34467922/posts/default/115833432134074424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironfuel.blogspot.com/2006/09/tri-slag.html' title='Tri Slag'/><author><name>Ironfuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17672693787208117086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
