A while ago I had this grand idea that my blog was going to be about my adventures in traveling. I had a plan. That plan was to travel as much as my little heart desired (and as much as my little pockets could manage) and write about it. I would write about the real stuff. The things I loved about it, but the things I hated about it. But things don’t always go to plan. Even something as simple as a blog. So… I’m just going to write. Starting now. Oh… And Dad, I swear a lot.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always looked up to people. There are people that I strive to be more like in certain ways, but I’ve never been able to truly say that one person is my hero.
I also never wanted to be a hero. In 2003, when a former coworker asked if I’d joined the Marine Corps out of some desire to be a hero, I replied with a somber “No. Heroes don’t come home.” Continue reading →
To be honest, I’m not even sure where to start with this post. I suppose the beginning is always best. So quite frankly, I should start with last Thursday when I began the drive to North Carolina. However, I’m going to give a little bit of back story
After the wild night of crazy Spanish futbol fans and being oh so proud of my Ginger Beard, I didn’t sleep much before my early flight to Granada. Regardless, I grabbed my suitcase, hopped on the metro, and made my way to Madrid-Barajas for the short flight to Andalucia.
Your mouth is watering isn’t it? Yeah… Mine too. Sadly this is not a post about beer. That is simply the traditional way for me to kick off all of my international flights.
I once again found myself on a flight to Spain, not that I’m complaining. We all know how much I love it. My friend, we’ll call him B, had asked me to meet him there following his month long study abroad in Italy.
The current answer to that question is no. I don’t like answering no to questions like that. So here’s another of my crazy ideas…
No real explanation for this one. It’s actually the same desire for completing something that I described in my reasons for wanting to run a marathon. Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m okay with that.
I don’t want to start with an Iron Man, I’m not that crazy. When you learn to ride a bicycle you start with training wheels. Well, it’s the same when it comes to stuff like this. I want to start with a Sprint Tri. Something short, just to get a taste for it.