So I like writing, and if I had my say I’d never do video blogs. I like the way words can intensify an emotion. If I say “I’m tired” while in a video there are so many variations of that…so I guess I could say “specifically my right leg feels hot and my breath is labored and I’m sweating like a pig” out loud but it feels a little strange.
So anyways, it’s easier to just talk into a video and boom–I have the day’s post. These are videos from the gym yesterday. I did 1 hour hard on the bike and then 1 hour easy running. The first video, you can’t see anything because the lights weren’t on behind me but you can still hear what I’m saying. The second video you can see more and is while I was running…
Each day I have to have at least one bottle of Gatorade. During the weekend training sessions I need to have at least 3 bottles over the course of the 3+ hour training sessions. Therefore I need on average 7-10 bottles of Gatorade a week. Each bottle is about $2 which in Guatemala is absolutely a luxury item that most of the population can’t afford.
So instead of spending $50 – $75 a month just for Gatorade I figured I could make it myself. I searched and searched, tried and tried, and eventually I found a recipe that (from what I can tell) is not only effective but incredibly cheap and tasty. For the price two bottles I can have Gatorade for the entire month.
Here’s how you do it…
The recipe is:
2 quarts of water
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup of 100% juice (no fake crap): pick your flavor
1 packet of koolaid (no sugar added): pick your flavor
1 teaspoon of powdered vitamins: pick your version
For anyone who knows me: I hate waking up in the morning. One of my favorite things is to stay up way too late into the night, watching a wonderful movie, falling asleep on the couch, and waking up whenever I feel like it. Often I would wake up on lazy weekends, walk into the kitchen to grab a bite, and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, this is not possible when you are training for an IronMan. I usually wake up between 5:00 – 6:00 am, grab a quick bite to eat–but these days I don’t go back into bed. A morning in the life…
It’s hard not to think about water today. In the western world, we face growing concerns about our stewardship of the world’s most precious resource. There’s talk of shortages, evidence of reservoirs and aquifers drying up, and of course, plenty of people who simply don’t care.
But forget about us.
Most of us have never really been thirsty. We’ve never had to leave our houses and walk 5 miles to fetch water. We simply turn on the tap, and water comes out. Clean. Yet there are a billion people on the planet who don’t have clean water.
Now, make a decision to help. We’re not offering grand solutions and billion dollar schemes, but instead, simple things that work. Things like freshwater wells, rainwater catchments and sand filters. For about $20 a person, we know how to help millions of people.
You have given for relay for life and bought boxes of girlscout cookies. You have pledged for 5k runs and you have bought from the salvation army. I am asking you to donate $20 towards my efforts to build a well, and in return, I will run an Ironman. I think that's a fair deal.
Why?
The world doesn’t quite care what I do each day. It will go to work and eat at restaurants and play with its kids and watch television and go on vacations. The world will scare me into submission and inspire me to capture my dreams. It will love and it will hate. The sun will come up and the moon will shine and the stars will die and the tides will change and the wind will blow and the clock will tick, regardless of what I do. In time—the only guarantee I have is that with or without me, the world will continue.
So then I am left with a fundamental question: what will I do with my time? I’ve chosen, at least for now, to do an Ironman triathlon. This is unanimously considered the most difficult race humanity has had the courage to think up. Often we don’t know them, these ironmen—they exist but who really knows one? Who knows what it takes? Is it really possible?
My parents told me that I could do whatever I decided to do and my country promised me a better tomorrow. I believe them. Nevertheless, you still ask why? Well with a full head of inspiration, a heart too strong to quit, and just enough naïve curiosity to begin—I calmly reply, “why not?”