One year ago today…

…a young woman in the Cincinnati area played in a college basketball game.

But not just any game.

You see, she had an inoperable brain tumor, and it was touch-and-go as to whether she’d see 2015. But thanks to her school, the planned opponent, another local school, and the NCAA, her dream came true.

And it didn’t end there. She played in three more games before her condition made it impossible for her to keep playing. This past April, she lost her battle, but not until she had raised more than $1 million for research on the cancer that would end her life. And her legacy lives on, as the two local schools have teamed up for an annual season-opening event that will bear her name.

Over the past year, I couldn’t help but contrast the story of Lauren Hill to a couple of others that made the news.

The day before Hill’s first game, Brittany Maynard, who was also suffering from a terminal brain tumor, chose to end her life, as she had announced several months earlier, with most of the MSM cheering her for her “courage”.

And then there was Bruce (Caitlyn) Jenner, whose story has been covered ad nauseam over the last few months. Most tellingly, when it came time for ESPN to announce the 2015 recipient of its Arthur Ashe Courage Award (handed out at the ESPY Awards ceremony in July), it went with Jenner—to considerable criticism, with Bob Costas (no conservative himself) calling the announcement “a crass exploitation play.” Hill’s first game did receive the consolation prize of the “Best Moment” award at the ESPYs.

Courage? Lauren Hill, in her current state, has more courage in her little finger than Maynard or Jenner has ever had or will ever have. Unlike Maynard, she kept fighting and kept active until she couldn’t go on any longer, and she and her family left it up to God when she’d go. (I don’t know Hill’s religious affiliation, but she did go to a Catholic college.) Unlike Jenner, she didn’t seek to change the hand she’d been dealt in life, and in fact embraced it.

Call me politically incorrect, insensitive, transphobic, whatever… i don’t care. This is my opinion, and I’m sticking with it. PERIOD.


Note: The tagline for this post may read November 3, but it’s still November 2 where Amir and I hang our hats.

Ironman Louisville 2015: After Action Report

Going into IMLOU2015, I felt cautiously optimistic.

On the positive side:

(1) In spite of having so many difficulties learning to swim, that came together in mid-August. Prior to that, I had a strong chance of failing to make it out of the water.

But two weeks before IMLOU, I nailed a 2.4-mile open-water swim. In the weeks prior to that, I nailed several open-water swims in the Ohio River.

I felt ready for the swim at IMLOU. The only wildcard: water temperature. All of my practice swims had been in warmer water (76F and higher). At start time, the water temp was 68F.

(2) I had five rides of at least 100 miles, the last of which was 4 weeks before IMLOU.

(3) I had four training runs of at least 20 miles, the last of which was three weeks before IMLOU.

(4) I was well-tapered (3 weeks).

On the negative side:

(1) I had suffered two bike crashes during critical brick workouts. Both of those came 6 and 5 weeks, respectively, before IMLOU.

(2) In spite of my century rides, I still hadn’t logged a lot of miles on the bike. This was due to spending so much time on the swim out of necessity. (After all, I can be a 20mph biker and a sub-4 marathoner, but that means nothing if I can’t make it out of the water.)

Basically, I was forced to gamble on the premise that my century riding experience–10 in the last 2 years–would be enough to give me the legs going into the run portion of an Ironman triathlon.

(3) I had stomach problems that morning, probably due to a meal I had the day before.


The swim:

When I cannonballed into the water, I had an initial shock: I could not breathe because the water felt so cold. Thankfully, I recovered quickly. Within ten yards I was in business.

My hard work on the swim paid off well. I focused on my race, staying very steady. I had no breathing problems. No panic issues. No fatigue. I felt very good going upstream in the Towhead Island channel. I had to stop to pee twice, but other than that, no issues whatsoever.

When I reached the turn buoy at 0.8 miles, I was elated. I was going to nail the swim. This was going to be a good day.

The rest of the swim was very nice going downstream. I finished comfortably and was all smiles coming into the swim finish.

In transition (T1), I fumbled a little bit trying to get my GPS tracker on, and had to make a pit stop due to my stomach issues, but I made it onto the bike by 10AM, which was my target.

Mission #1 accomplished.

The Bike

Because of my bike crashes, I decided to take it easy for the first 27 miles which included (a) some very nasty pavement on River Road and (b) a dangerous out-and-back on highway 1694. My mission: don’t crash!

River Road was horrible. Pavement was awful, but I avoided crashing. It is flat, but the horrible road quality made it difficult to ride.

The 1694 stretch was much better, given that it had recently been re-paved. But it was still dangerous, as it is narrow and you have bike traffic going both ways, often at high speeds. Tragically, there were several crashes, and I saw the aftermath of one: a woman was lying motionless in the road, her bike scattered on the other side of the road. (I learned she had broken her jaw and collarbone, and needed lots of stitches. Another cyclist had pulled right into her path.)

I took it very easy on 1694. I rode the brakes on the downhills, stayed aero on the flats, stayed away from other riders–we weren’t supposed to draft, but a lot of riders broker that rule, which is what caused many of the accidents–and tried to take it easy on the uphills. Sometimes, I went a little hard on the uphills, and I would pay for that later.

The next big stretch is a two-loop trip around La Grange. There are lots of hills in this section, particularly on 393 and Ballard School Road (also affectionately known as Bastard School Road). That loop was difficult, but I handled it well. My only problem: had to take a couple pit stops due to stomach issues.

The second La Grange loop seemed uneventful–I made the 3PM cutoff for the second loop with almost a half hour to spare–and I was feeling well except for the stomach problems.

When I made the final turn onto US-42 for the 30 mile trip to the bike finish, I felt great. Yes, there were hills, but it was mostly flat. The only problems: the headwinds–13 mph–and my stomach problems. But those seemed like low-grade nuisances. While my finishing time for the bike was a little higher than I wanted, my swim-bike split was close to my target.

The Run

Coming out of T2, I had 5:45 to do the marathon. This was well within my training limits.

Only one problem: my quads were hurting. This has not happened to me all year after a century ride. The swim would not have affected my legs much, because (a) I rely on my wetsuit to keep my lower body up, and (b) my swimming motion is core-driven, not leg or arm-driven.

The bike had trashed my quads!

This probably wasn’t helped by my nutrition deficit, due to my stomach problems.

Still, I started the marathon on a positive note. The course was flat; I was otherwise comfortable; my quad pain dissipated somewhat; I was getting food down; I had a fighting chance.

For the first 5 miles, I felt good.

Then things started slipping ever so slightly. I could feel my quads stiffening, and my splits started to slow. I responded by taking bananas and a small amount of chicken broth. Got some carbs down, but tried not to overeat. I also adjusted my stride to gain more comfort. This was working for the most part.

Then, at mile 12, the bottom fell out. I hit the wall very badly. My quads were all but dead.

While I made the 13.1 mile cutoff, I knew I was in trouble. There was an 11PM cutoff at the turnaround point (approximately mile 20), and, of course, the midnight cutoff at the finish line.

I needed a miracle to recover.

I went to my special needs bag. I had a banana and a peanut butter and honey bagel. I couldn’t keep the bagel down, so I went for the banana.

I kept walking, and taking in fluids and electrolytes and carbs. I figured I might just get the jump-start I needed to run.

That never arrived.

I had just finished mile 17 when the clock ran out on the 11PM cutoff.

I was pulled from the race.


On the positive side:

(a) I had the swim of my life;

(b) I had a strong bike performance that set me up for the run I wanted;

(c) I did not quit.

While my stomach issues were a nuisance, I don’t think that had anything to do with the result. These things happen in ultra-endurance events. Chef Gordon Ramsay, an Ironman veteran who has finished Kona before, was DNFd on Saturday at Kona after vomiting throughout the run course.

Ultimately, I think this comes down to my bike crashes that ended my key brick workouts. I needed at least one of those. I got neither.

At the end of the day, I got killed on the margins.

I plan on attempting another Iron-distance race, but not next year. I don’t want to put MrsLarijani through the training chaos two years in a row.

Next time, my quads will be ready. Now that I have the swim down, I can spend a LOT more time on the bike. Can someone say HILL REPEATS???

I’m looking at either (a) Beach to Battleship, (b) Ironman Chattanooga, or (c) Ironman Louisville in 2017.

I’ll be ready for the rematch.

Brutal Century Ride: Hub City Tour 2015 (One More Brick To Go)

In my quest to complete an Ironman triathlon–I signed up for Ironman Louisville (IMLOU), which is in 4 weeks from yesterday–I have taken up century (100+ mile) rides as training runs. In 2013, I completed the Horsey Hundred; it was my first organized bike ride. That convinced me that I might be able to pull off an Ironman, given sufficient training.

Last year, I completed the Kentucky Century Challenge–the Redbud Ride, Horsey Hundred, Preservation Pedal, and Hub City Tour–to earn my free cycling jersey.

This year, I decided to use the KCC rides to prepare for IMLOU 2015.

The Redbud Ride was brutal, with the first 33 miles in cold and rain, but I finished strong.

The Horsey Hundred was excellent. I finished comfortably.

The Preservation Pedal was a soaker, with non-stop rain. But I finished without a problem.

In July, I biked the IMLOU course. All 112 miles. It was tough, but not as bad as the KCC rides.

But going into the Hub City Tour, I had some setbacks.

(1) On August 30, I was biking the IMLOU course. I had done a nice swim, and was only a mile into the bike ride when I wiped out. I hit some uneven pavement and went down hard. Broke the helmet, tore my jersey, got some nice road rash, and sprained both wrists. I got 40 miles in, but had to abandon the ride when MrsLarijani–who was riding SAG–started having car trouble.

(2) On September 5, I was biking in downtown Louisville. I was 54 miles into a planned 100-mile ride when I nailed a pothole on 2nd and Jefferson Street. Went down very hard. Broke the helmet in 3 places, and wrenched my middle back. Ended up in ER. CT scans were normal: no head injury. X-rays were negative. Back spasms were nasty, however.

So, going into the Hub City Tour (September 12), I had 2 jobs:

(1) Finish the ride.

(2) Don’t crash!

Making matters worse, the HCT is the hardest of the KCC rides. After an easy 48 miles, the middle 34 has brutal hills and nasty headwinds.

What I didn’t know: the road quality was downright horrible: lots of potholes, gravel, cracks, and uneven pavement, often at the bottom of downhills. This was not the case last year.

The ride was very difficult from the get-go. To play it safe, I stayed with the slow ride group. The first 48 miles were easy except for the road quality. The hills weren’t bad, and the weather was pleasant except for the headwind.

The middle 34 miles were awful: bad road quality, merciless headwind, and steep hills. Because of the road quality, it was hard to go for the momentum on downhills, and that made the uphills more difficult. By mile 80, we had seasoned riders who were really hurting.

But I was feeling great except for my butt being sore from the saddle!

The last stage was relatively flat, but most of the group was in pain from the previous sections. Once we turned onto Ring Road–the main road circling Elizabethtown–I felt very good. I got into the aero position and blasted forward. When we turned into E-Town Sports Park, I was all aero. I even stayed aero after turning onto Mulberry Street, catching up to someone who had been ahead of my group the entire time. I left him in the dust as I turned onto Helm Street.

After finishing, I topped it off with a small transition jog.

Whereas I was very soreafter finishing the HCT last year, I wasn’t even stiff this year. I even ran 10 miles the next day. No pain at all.

I have now earned my 400-mile jersey. That was one of my goals for the year.

My other goal still is pending: Ironman Louisville. October 11.

One more brick (ultra-long workout) to go, and then taper begins…

Josh Duggar Outed in Ashley Madison Hack

In May, when I assessed the firestorm over Josh Duggar, I had this to say:

It would be fair, in his circle of accountability, to question him significantly about who he is today. Has he cheated on his wife? Does he use pornography? What changed in his conduct after his scrapes at age 14? Has he learned to control his passions in a way befitting a Christian gentleman?

Well….we now have our answer.

It appears that Mr. Duggar never learned to control his passions, and in fact let them run beyond even the loosest Christian boundaries.

He HAS cheated on his wife.

He IS addicted to pornography.

His sexual experimentation has far exceeded the marriage bed.

I say none of this to kick Duggar while he’s down. He’s not the only person outed in the Ashley Madison hack; in fact, over 30 million people were outed. While some of those e-mail accounts may have been hijacked and the people “outed” could be innocent, let’s just say that the overwhelming majority are probably guilty. This is a sad commentary on America.

My cynical side says that the ranks of Ashley Madison users will include no small number of ministers and other Christian leaders. This could lead to the mother of all shakeups in the Church, and that will likely be a good thing when the smoke clears.

I feel sorry for the offended spouses and their children.

As for Mr. Duggar, his character has caught up to him. His parents let him skate when he was a teen; he has not checked his passions and has instead expanded them into adultery and other perversions. He now must face a reality that has become public knowledge, even as he faces a lawsuit from one of his former victims.

I hope, for this own sake, that he faces his reality as David faced his own.

And like I said, he won’t be the last.

Women in Ranger School: Two Made It

When the first co-ed Ranger School class began, the first week had much promise: eight of them, out of 19, made it through the first week. This prompted critics to wonder if the standards had been lowered. Personally, I was not so sure: most of RAP week is PT, and there are women who can handle extreme PT.

Then, in the Darby Phase, reality kicked in. Of those eight, five washed out. Three of them, after washing out of Darby twice, were given a “Day 1 restart”, meaning they had to recycle through Ranger School, starting on Day 1 of RAP week.

All three of them made it through RAP week, and all passed the Darby Phase.

One had to recycle the Mountain Phase, and two of them made it through the Mountain Phase.

Those two would go on to complete the Florida Phase–in spite of the lightning–and graduate.

Not surprisingly, both are West Point grads.

While critics may argue that the Ranger School standards were lowered, I’m willing to give these ladies the benefit of the doubt. After all, a lot of men washed out of Ranger School, too.

My argument against women in Ranger School is a cost-benefit issue–and I’ll stick to that, given that, out of over 120 women who volunteered, only 20 qualified to get in, and only 19 showed up for the first day, and only 2 made it–and not about whether some can handle it.

Still, I’ll tip my cap to these two who earned the Ranger Tab. That is quite an accomplishment.

Moira Greyland — She Gets It

Given that she experienced the cutting edge of the telos of the sexual revolution, I’d say she’s on the money. This is priceless.

My observation of my father and mother’s actual belief is this: since everyone is naturally gay, it is the straight establishment that makes everyone hung up and therefore limited.  Sex early will make people willing to have sex with everyone, which will bring about the utopia while eliminating homophobia and helping people become “who they really are.” It will also destroy the hated nuclear family with its paternalism, sexism, ageism (yes, for pedophiles, that is a thing) and all other “isms.”  If enough children are sexualized young enough, gayness will suddenly be “normal” and accepted by everyone, and the old fashioned notions about fidelity will vanish.  As sex is integrated as a natural part of every single relationship, the barriers between people will vanish, and the utopia will appear, as “straight culture” goes the way of the dinosaur.  As my mother used to say: “Children are brainwashed into believing they don’t want sex.”

I know, I know.  The stupidity of that particular thesis is boundless, and the actual consequence is forty-year-olds in therapy for sexual abuse, many, many suicides, and ruined lives for just about EVERYONE.  But someone needed to say it.  Will anyone hear it?  There were six Johnny Does at my father’s trial, who would not testify, and two victims, who did.  One of the victims I am in touch with.  He was silenced so fiercely by fans of my mother years ago that he is not able to talk about it to this day.  I don’t know the fate of all the Johnny Does, but I do know one of them is dead in his forties from an eating disorder, never having been able to talk about what happened, and I know at least one of the people on the list of 22 names I gave the cops as a potential abuse victim died from suicide last year.  I also know a number of victims of my father who would not testify because they love him.  As a personal note, I can understand why: of my parents, he was by far the kinder one.  After all, he was only a serial rapist.  My mother was an icy, violent monster whose voice twisted up my stomach.

A very brief note on my “stepmother:” she now denies ever having been gay, after 22 years with my mother, and she has married a man.  So what was was she “born”?  Was she born gay, and is now living in “denial” of her “true nature” as the gays would have it, or was she besotted in a childish way with my mother, who did what celebrities do, and took advantage of her innocence and emotional infantility?  She was 26 when she got involved with my mother, and told me later she felt she had been “molested” by my mother.  I can’t use that word for her: she was 26.  But she DID call my mother “mommy” and most of the emotional content of their relationship was an attempt to prove that she was a “better daughter” than I was: a competition that for me, was over before it began.  I am my mother’s daughter.  It is a biological reality.  Giving my mother orgasms does not make my stepmother a better daughter, simply a fool.  And as it can be noted now, she MUST be the “better daughter” because I blew the whistle.  I don’t speak to her.

This March I met Katy Faust online: one of the six children of gays who filed an amicus brief with the Supreme Court opposing gay marriage. We corresponded, and I left CA. I am still reeling from the death of my last bits of denial. It IS the homosexuality that is the problem. It IS the belief that all sex all the time will somehow cure problems instead of creating them that is the problem.

So I have begun to speak out against gay marriage, and in doing so, I have alienated most of even my strongest supporters. After all, they need to see my parents as wacky sex criminals, not as homosexuals following their deeply held ethical positions and trying to create a utopia according to a rather silly fantasy. They do not have the willingness to accept the possibility that homosexuality might actually have the result of destroying children and even destroying the adults who insist on remaining in its thrall.

Now for all well-meaning people who believe I am extrapolating from my experience to the wider gay community, I would like to explain why I believe this is so: From my experience in the gay community, the values in that community are very different: the assumption is that EVERYONE is gay and closeted, and early sexual experience will prevent gay children from being closeted, and that will make everyone happy.

If you doubt me, research “age of consent” “Twinks,” “ageism” and the writings of the NUMEROUS authors on the Left who believe that early sexuality is somehow “beneficial” for children.

Due to my long experience with the BSDM community (bondage/discipline, Sado-Masochism) it is my belief that homosexuality is a matter of IMPRINTING, in the same way that BDSM fantasies are.  To the BDSM’er, continued practice of the fantasy is sexually exciting.  To the gay person, naturally, the same.  However, from what I have seen, neither one creates healing.  My mother became a lesbian because she was raped by her father.  My father was molested by a priest–and regarded it as being the only love he had ever experienced.  There are a vanishingly few people who are exclusively gay, but far more who have relationships with people of BOTH genders, as my parents and other relatives did.

What sets gay culture apart from straight culture is the belief that early sex is good and beneficial, and the sure knowledge (don’t think for a second that they DON’T know) that the only way to produce another homosexual is to provide a boy with sexual experiences BEFORE he can be “ruined” by attraction to a girl.

If you’re OK with that, and you might not be, it is worth your consideration.  If you think I am wrong, that is your privilege, but watch out for the VAST number of stories of sexual abuse AND transgenderism that will come about from these gay “marriages.”  Already the statistics for sexual abuse of children of gays are astronomically high compared to that suffered by the children of straights.

Naturally my perspective is very uncomfortable to the liberal people I was raised with: I am “allowed” to be a victim of molestation by both parents, and “allowed” to be a victim of rather hideous violence. I am, incredibly, NOT ALLOWED to blame their homosexuality for their absolute willingness to accept all sex at all times between all people.

But that is not going to slow me down one bit. I am going to keep right on speaking out. I have been silent for entirely too long. Gay “marriage” is nothing but a way to make children over in the image of their “parents” and in ten to thirty years, the survivors will speak out.

In the meantime, I will.

We’ve got your back over here, Moira.

Louisville Ironman Bike Course — Take 1

Because I needed a long workout, and because I wanted to gain some familiarity with the Louisville Ironman bike course–given that I plan on riding it for real in October–I decided I would ride it a couple times this summer.

Yesterday was Take 1.

MrsLarijani was riding SAG, and this would prove critical. But more later.

Here is the route.

As far as century rides go, the route is very straightforward, especially compared to the Kentucky Century Challenge rides (Redbud, Horsey Hundred, Preservation Pedal, and Hub City tour).

In terms of hill profile, it looks tough: not a lot of really nasty climbs–although there ARE some humdingers–but about 70 miles of what appear to be non-stop rollers. On a hot day, as well as a day where you have completed a 2.4 mile swim and have a full marathon (26.2 miles) waiting for you when you’re done, those rollers can make for quite the psychological challenge.

That was my take going in.Weather was about as good as you can expect on a July day: high 60s in the morning, heavy humidity, with highs expected to hit the mid to upper 80s. Very little chance of rain.

I figured if I could bike this in 8 hours or less, it would be a very good day.


I started from the downtown YMCA (on 2nd street), caught Witherspoon Street, then turned onto North Preston Street and then onto River Road.

The River Road stage is about ten miles, and it is relatively flat. The only serious problem: there are sections were the road quality SUCKS. We’re talking bumps, cracks, potholes, craters, sinkholes. OK…maybe not sinkholes, but it’s pretty jarring.

From there, I turned onto US-42. This is where the hills began: one decent climb, and then a fair amount of rollers where the downhills don’t give you enough speed to truly capitalize. I never had to come out of the saddle for the hills, so that was good. None of these hills were as bad as the really nasty climbs in the Redbud Ride or the Horsey Hundred, but they began to remind me of that 34-mile stretch on the Hub City Tour.

I played it conservatively because I didn’t know what to expect.

Turning onto 1697, for an out-and-back, that 9-mile stretch had a lot of hills, some of which were quite challenging. The downhill sections were pretty nice, though.

From there, I caught US-42 and took some rollers, and then began the first of two Lagrange loops starting with a turn onto 393. The 393 stretch wasn’t too bad: some longer climbs, but nothing too bad. I was going a bit conservatively here, too.

Then I turned onto US-146. That was a fair set of rollers, but nothing too bad.

The fun began with the turn onto Ballard School Road. These were some of the more challenging hills of the course: they didn’t seem THAT bad, but it seemed that they would never stop.

Once we got to the top, I noticed that I was having trouble getting speed. I looked down, and my rear tire was flat.

No problem: I had a pump in the car. I started pumping it, then removed the cable, and–PFFFFFFF!!!!–the tire went COMPLETELY flat. Valve-stem failure.

No problem: I had a spare tube. Some folks from a house in the area jumped in to help me get the tube on, and it seemed to fit, except for one thing: the valve stem didn’t come out far enough for us to get enough air into the tire. We got some pliers and pulled. PFFFFFFFF!!!!! We pinched the tube.

Both tubes were dead. I was hosed.

So we took the bike to Schellers, and they were able to replace the tube. From there, we came back to the point of failure and resumed the ride.

(Note: during the Ironman, this won’t be a problem: the SAG folks are renowned for their skill and speed.)

At this point, I was dejected. I had clearly been riding too slow, and at the pace I was riding, this was clearly nowhere close to Ironman-worthy numbers. So far, I had gone 45 miles in 4 hours. That was downright awful. I had been WAY too conservative.

I had 70 miles to go, and I had something to prove.

So I decided to ride a higher gear on the flats and downhills, and get a little more aggressive on the uphills.

I proceeded to put in my best cycling performance. I finished the first Lagrange loop–from Old Sligo Road to L’Esprit to 153 to US-42 and back to 393 comfortably. After stopping for Gatorade at the 393 intersection, I hit the second loop aggressively.

It felt good. I was sweating up a storm, it was hot, but the pace was nice. I hit Ballard School Road and took the hills without incident, and stopped at the top–where my tire blew–for a quick drink break, and finished up to US-42.

Now here’s my take: when you hit US-42–knowing it’s a straight shot into Louisville–there is a really nice feeling to that.

Yes, there were some rollers left: the hill profile doesn’t tell the story. But the hills weren’t all that bad. I was able to stay in the aero position for most of the way. The 31 miles in seemed pretty nice.

Until I got onto River Road and started hitting the jarring craters!

Oh, and for a note of comic relief: I had my first altercation with a driver. Some douche nozzle drove by and yelled, “Get off the road, faggot!!!” (I guess he was revealing his own latent homosexuality…but I digress….) I was too lost in concentration to flip him off.

Otherwise, the ride back to downtown was nice.

I had biked the remaining 70 miles in about the same time that I had biked the previous 45. I averaged a pace of just under 16 mph for that 70-mile stretch.

Still not where I want to be, but  definitely an Ironman-worthy performance.

This morning, I am quite pleasantly surprised at how sore I am not. Legs feel fine; back is fine; neck is fine; upper body is a bit sore, but not nearly as bad as after Redbud. Butt is sore.


  • I was able to stay aero almost the entire time, coming out only to attack hills and give myself butt relief.
  • I put in a pace that is Ironman worthy on the back 70.
  • My legs felt pretty good at the end.

What I need to work on:

  • I need to hydrate better.
  • I need to use my high gears more often.
  • I need to get a little stronger on the uphills. That would make a ton of difference.

I’ve got 3 months to get there. I’m cautiously optimistic.

Here is my take on the course:

  • While I would hardly call it an “easy” course, it is certainly not as difficult as any of the Kentucky Century Challenge rides.
  • The rollers can be tough psychologically, but they are not nearly as tough as the Dry Ridge rollers of the Horsey Hundred.
  • While there are some challenging climbs, none of them brought me out of the saddle. I had to get out of the aero position, but the only time I ever got out of the saddle was for some periodic butt relief.
  • The final 30 miles are nice.
  • While this is hardly a walk in the park–112 miles is always going to have its challenges–it is not a course that should intimidate anyone who has any significant riding experience. Don’t get arrogant–respect it–but don’t fear it either.

The Lost Lady

Kristen Dalton Wolfe has written 21 Lost Lady Traditions that Still Apply Today.  The first 13 apply to Manners. The latter 8 apply to The Dating Lady.

Here’s one of the latter 8:

15. Time frame: no one gets to call you on a whim to hang out. Your time is precious and valuable and you are clearly booked days in advance. Someone who honors your time will plan ahead and ask to take you out with at least a 48 hour request.

I’m curious as to what you guys have to say to her 21 list.

Putin: America is “Godless”

Anyone old enough to remember the height of the Cold War can appreciate the irony here.

Two of the great knocks on the old Soviet Union were their intense persecution of Christians and their institutional Atheism. In fact, American leaders appealed to the Christian sensibilities of Americans in their opposition to Communist efforts at world domination. The best leader in that era, President Reagan, highlighted that contrast on the world’s biggest stage.

Fast-forward thirty years, and the roles have reversed.

Whodathunk that the Russian President–a former KGB man himself–would sound more like George Washington than our own President?

As far as I know, Putin is a political opportunist who couldn’t care less about God.

Still, the irony is priceless.