Hi there. Thanks for swinging by and indulging my latest form of procrastination.
This blog was started after a conversation on a long bike ride where my friend and I concluded that the process of Ironman training had rendered us completely stupid. We no longer read the newspaper. We didn’t have time for books. We didn’t write for fun anymore. We were worthless dumb jocks, and while our asses looked fantastic, our minds were fattening right up.
So. I started a blog. This is my form of forcing myself to write more than I would otherwise, with a side benefit of letting me procrastinate heavily.
What is Life at 220 Beats A Minute? Well, my heart used to beat like a chipmunk’s (technical term: Ventricular Tachycardia). It doesn’t anymore (thanks Modern Medicine! I owe ya one!), but sometimes I feel like I’m running around on fast-forward. I participate in triathlon and endurance spots as a way of showing my heart who is boss, though I think the joke is mostly on me.