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Being in the position I am in now, I hear things that others may not and those things have made me skeptical and cynical of the sport. These are things I would never repeat publicly, but if true, would leave a lot of fans crestfallen and professionals angry and the sport in disarray.
I was actually just asking myself yesterday if I hate this sport now. I suspect everybody. I get no enjoyment out of amazing performances. Most every performance comes with an asterisk in my mind and there are only a few good professionals that I think are clean. There are even a few that I had always considered clean, but now I feel that have may have recently taken that step. People I would call friends.
Ben has more or less become a presence in the sport now, and with it there is some responsibility, sure. The TRS dingleberries such as myself and Webstey do need to be prudent with our thoughts. Aaron does that very well - however naively - but he can't help that. He's Canadian.
So @rash, you are absolutely right when you say we have to be more careful in this area, and I believe I am based on what I am omitting.
I don't even know what I was talking about. So in summation, I think the new ninja turtle movies succeed in a few areas, but ultimately they leave a lot to be desired.
I painted some bike shoes. I got these LG's for I think $60. I was going to hack them into tri shoes but then I didn't. I used Sharpie paint pens. There is a lot I would do differently next time. Mainly I would slow down, and I would not use Sharpie paint pens; rather I would buy fancy Japanese paint pens and maybe take some Adderall. These are okay but not great. Anyway, take a look at my obscene bike shoes.
After college, my friend was living with his folks. We went out one night and got hammered. He went home and apparently ordered hundreds of dollars worth of porn - nothing wrong with that. Except that he lived with his parents.
In the morning he realized that he was having several boxes of pornography being shipped to his parents doorstep. In order to catch the boxes before his parents did, he had to have a friend wait outside his house all day to catch the shipment of smut before his parents got back from work.
The most embarrassing part of this was that he paid for pornography while using a computer.