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>Father And Son
>
>I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay
>for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.
>
>But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.
>
>Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in
>marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a
>wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and
>pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars - all in the same
day.
>
>Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back
>mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes
>taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?
>
>And what has Rick done for his father? Not much - except save his life.
>
>This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was
>strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged
>and unable to control his limbs.
>
>"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life," Dick says doctors told him
>and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an
>institution."
>
>But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes
>followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the
>engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was
>anything to help the boy communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told.
>"There's nothing going on in his brain."
>
>"Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a
>lot was going on in his brain.
>
>Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by
>touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to
>communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!" And after a high school
classmate
>was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for
>him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that."
>
>Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more
>than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he
>tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for
>two weeks."
>
>That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running,
it
>felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!"
>
>And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving
>Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly
>shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.
>
>"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a
>single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a
few
>years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then
>they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran
>another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the
>following year.
>
>Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"
>
>How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he
>was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still,
Dick
>tried.
>
>Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour
>Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud
>getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you
>think?
>
>Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way," he says.
Dick
>does it purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a
>cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.
>
>This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston
>marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best
>time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 - only 35 minutes off the world
>record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to
>be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the
>time.
>
>"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the
>Century."
>
>And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a
>mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries
>was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor
>told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago."
>
>So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.
>
>Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in
Boston,
>and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass.,
always
>find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and
>compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this
Father's
>Day.
>
>That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants
>to give him is a gift he can never buy.
>
>"The thing I'd most like, Rick types, "is that my dad sit in the chair
>and I push him once."
>
>By Rick Reilly
>Sports Illustrated - Used with permission
>
>Dick and Rick Hoyt have a book and DVD. To learn more about this very
>special father and son team go to: www.teamhoyt.com
><http://www.teamhoyt.com/>  

THE LIST OF TOYS I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS KEEPS ON GROWING AND GROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....

(forget the BMW Santa.... please send a Rock Crawler!!..... and an entry ticket to King of the Hammers!!)

Really digging The Cure lately.

Pictures of You

Just Like Heaven

And many others are good too.

NOTE:

This is by no means a complete list... just what was handy... awesome stuff from PEAK.com members!

(And although it's always fun to win, or place in the top 10, etc, etc.... it's a great thing simply to participate, do one's best... that's the big accomplishment in my mind... not the rank. 

As I think that "great Philosopher" Woody Allen said.... "Success... is simply showing up".

Check out Quantya Electric Bikes at www.Shredables.com

A friend sent me this.  I found it rather amusing.

NAS   DMX

NAS  DMX

NAS  DMX

NAS  DMX

NAS  DMX

The purpose of this blog is a battle between myself and Big Lotus.  He's all for NAS... I'm for DMX.  He picked 5 songs... so I threw down 5 randoms from early "releasd" DMX. 

The contest is obviously up to the ear of the listener... but for me... there is no contest.  You've got 5 top NAS tracks... versus whatever I felt like putting up from DMX.  I didn't even put up the top DMX tracks against NAS... and imo... still DMX wins easily.

Congratulations to everyone who competed in the Death Race... that's something... in of itself.

I don't have official results, photos, videos, etc... because I'm not an RD (s) for the event (just a friend/sponsor)... but from my perspective... it was an excellent event,

and worthy of it's name (though pehaps it needs to be more challenging). 

Basically... it was tough as hell... designed to make people quit... and totally insane.  Anybody who tried to do it... should be proud of themselves for trying.

It's a race that very few people will finish... and that was the case this year... with only like 6-8 (?) people finishing.

And you know... it was tough... it's not called the "Death Race" for nothing.  I think some people got pissed during it, but like I said... it's a "Death Race"...

not a walk in the park... and the RD's design it to mess with people, make them quit, etc... that's the point!!!.  Otherwise, it wouldn't be a "Death Race".

None the less.... there were finishers.. who endured the pain... and everyone did great who entered, but the finishers where truly animals.

In my mind... I've told myself that I didn't want to do the Death Race... but after watching everyone the last 24 hours... I can definitely say... that I wish

I was in shape to do it and I hope I'm there next year.  I might not finish, but I was down by the river when everyone jumped in... and I totally wanted

to be doing it with them.  Then... I was checking out the barbed wire section near the end... and I got lost in the middle of the woods for like 3 hours

and only found my way to civilization by luckily finding a stream and being able to follow it down to a river near the highway and then hiking back.

I've never been so lost in the middle of the woods (not on a trail) in all my life, lol.  It was a "hallejulah" moment when I finally got out of the woods.

Now... after getting lost for a few hours and seeing everyone who did do the Death Race... I want to do it.

I don't care if I finish, win, or whatever... I just want to accept the challenge and try it.

I thought I'd go to the Death Race... see the competitors... and pat myself on the back for not entering... but the exact opposite happened. 

Like I wrote above... I wanted to follow these people into the river and do it.  It looked tough for sure, but at the same time... it looked awesome.