gooo gooo ga chooo! look like a dapper cholo in ur new anthem hat and trash stache. the ladies at work love both the hat and creepy stache, let them love. it’s not their fault their women!

wiki responsibly PORs!

One would be tailgating

 another may be Bay to Breakers in San Fran (www.baytobreakers.com)

and finally another being family reunions. 

Regardless we have some racing to do…and the Marathon du Medoc is just this.  We are primed to have the race be one of our finest moments of sheer will to drink while in costume for 26.2 miles.  leading the charge is our hapless father figure, Chris Amato (aka NJ for 2010).  he has never run before, like Chuck Norris, but he will prairie dogg wine country with the Frenchest Frogs.

here is the link so make sure you get your shoes broken in and get ur costume ready for this special event coming sept. 2010!

www.marathondumedoc.com

Our 2nd race of the year is for all you crazies that like long rides in vans and tweeting 200 mile races.  We plan on taking on the next level of endurance racing, in teams!  We are looking for a Riddick-ulous amount of Pronkstars to stack our 2 team roster with 12 members each.  The race includes several legs of racing in which competitors will run between 4 and 6 miles at a time to run a total of 200 miles as a team. Most members will get in about 18 miles and receive a chalice of Wild Turkey upon arrival at the finish line.

http://www.bourbonchase.com/

DRizzle is working on the team jerseys with his friends on twitter, and these should be up on the website shortly.  Again, tell us how interested you are in this.  It is gonna be the breast race ever, and pronkbirds and lady pronkbirds are urged to sign up as soon as possible.  Spots on the team will only last until registration via POR.com is closed.  First come first served, so claim ur chalice soon.

Possible attendees for the race du medoc - Pronkburd, Binger von bingerstein, Amo, Mark Smith, Drizzle, Chris Mato (capt.), Novelon’s, host Randy Epping, jim Hummer, and many other pronkstars.

Attendees for the race du Turkey:  Amato kids, Gerhard Lombard, Editor of POR.com Heidi Burkhart, Dell and Mrs. Dell, Uncle Nathan, T Pot, and Annie Pants Rapson. 

TEAM DR & TRON

The man to the wife brought his whitest whites, they were fresh from the sporting goods store and he wanted everyone to know he owns a bottle of bleach.

Alright to the real story…..PANTS HAS ANOTHER CLEAN SCAN!!!  Thanks for always praying and thinking about the lady we call mom.  She has been blessed with so many great friends.  Any time you need a few prayers let us know, we def. owe yas a few.

Teamwork – It’s worked for 3.5 years and counting!

As for the post that was meant to be a long time ago….

The Pan Can race.  Here are a few of the photos that never were posted.  hope you all enjoy and find time to join us for some races later in life.  We have some good ones coming up, so send us an email at PantsOffRacer@gmail.com.  We are waiting for your ideas, races, and IQ scores.  And if you haven’t sent in your applications yet please do so.  We are on call and always late to get back to people, but it isn’t our fault, we are too busy racing and looking for our pants (and having fun).

"LOOK THERE'S A NINJA TURTLE...AND A PIMP!"

Pants Off Racers stormed Redondo Beach for the Super Bowl Shuffle.  For the King, pimp, Turtleman, and nerd the 2 free beers at the end provided us with all the motivation we needed to get to the finish line.  Dr. jon needed a designated driver to take him to the race, fortunately Mr. Burg Err King was around to provide the transportation.  This is the only photo evidence of the race, but man they are about as great as it gets.

At one pt in the race a parent was telling his 3 yr old daughter to look for what was approaching, as he readied her he said “Hey look [enter daughters name here] female here comes a Ninja Turtle, and a …. pimp!”  Haaa, it was classic, and we all made it, even Bonesaws sweater vest which threatened to disown him for wearing a polyester suit for a 6 mile run.  It is good to report that his winter sweater is still intact, and ready to give Pelner a run this year at the Annual Xmas party ugly sweater hootenanny!
 
Hope you like the pics, they made me laugh to myself a lil more this weekend.
Remember, high levels of fun are dangerous, please have fun responsibly!

            We got up race morning at some ungodly hour and rode our bikes over to the start since Wild Turkey only lived a mile away.  At the pre-race meeting they stressed safety, last year there was an unfortunate accident on the bike and a competitor lost control of her bike on a technical down hill portion and was killed.  Always remember even in a race you got to be careful out there.  For this race we would be in the 5^thwave, which was a change of pace, but gave us plenty of time to set up our transition area and go for a quick warm up swim.  Good thing we tested out the water before the start, it was freezing and would have been a shock if we waited to run in at the start.  Other then being freezing the water was a slightly rocky, and don’t remember much else.  Pat finished in around 30 min, and Pelner, well lets just say he finished.

            The bike course was somewhat deceptive with gradual inclines being tougher then you could tell and the down hills a little faster than they appeared they should be.  There was definitely some tricky descents, and the pre-race speech was enough to freak you out a little, so took it safe on some of the more challenging parts.  It was still an awesome ride, despite some rough roads as well.  It was cloudy and cool perfect for the bike leg of the race.  Pat’s time was 1:38 and Pelner was in at 1:46.

            The run was an out and back with a few hills on the way out, which made for a nice run back.  It rained a little on the run, just enough to keep you nice and cool.  The run was mainly along the coast with some nice scenery.  Pelner had a sweet leg cramp on the run and clocked in at 1:12, but despite battling an Achilles injury Pat was able to come in at 1:07.

            Overall Pronk finished in 3:23 and Pelner came in at 3:40.  It’s definitely a race worth doing.  Hopefully next year we can get Wild Turkey to join us and actually hit up some of those bachelorette parties after.

RODNEY YEE – THE YOGA MASTER

Injuries are nothing you want to have to deal with.  But we all get tired and worn out, and unfrotunately even older.  My body is in breakdown mode and need of a bikram yoga vacation.  My achilles is swollen up like a slinky and I can almost here it expand and contract.  Well i was looking for stupid exercises to do to help cure this in the next week or so, and all I was told was to walk like a duck on my heals.  So I looked like Mark Smith, except that I had to point my toes in the air.  Now you look silly like that, but it works given time, rest, and ice.  It is also helpful for shin splints, but lets look at something more practical.  Here is a post that all of us can get something from.  It is smart training, and will even help in your cross training and core development.  Something lots of us don’t have time for or neglect since it is so time consuming, or we think it is, and the results are never what we want.

So here is the deal, if you don’t want to get injured or you just want to start a conversation with the hotties next to you in line to a movie you are going to by yourself, or you want to creep out or impress some co workers, get your arse to yoga classes.  and not just any yoga…bikram yoga.  Check out all the added benefits to this workout…..  follow the article links for all the benefits.  here are a few that are highlight.

yours truly,

downward facing p dogg

from: http://davidglover.net/2007/12/bikram-yoga-anniversary/

In my opinion, there are three primary reasons why endurance sports athletes should consider practicing yoga:
(1) Increased flexibility. As a multisport athlete, we need a full range of motion in order to be more efficient in our movements.
(2) Improved core and stabilizer muscle strength. Because we maintain the same positions for extended periods of time (e.g. 5 hours in a hunched over position during the 112-mile bike leg or running upright for 2 hours during a long run), we need a strong core and strong joints to support our bodies.
(3) Both of the above will help reduce the likelihood of overuse injuries (assuming adequate rest and reasonable training volume). Consistency in training is a key success factor in endurance sports. It’s difficult to be consistent when injured.

from:  http://www.alive.com/5958a15a2.php?current_topic=34

Aside from the challenge, there are many other advantages associated with Bikram yoga. People from all fitness backgrounds and health histories see benefits through regular practice.

“I have been struggling with very tight and sore Achilles tendons and calves for almost a year, seeing specialists of all kinds without much success. After just three Bikram classes, I was virtually pain-free and able to play soccer at 100 percent!” says Bikram student Duane Marino. “It is an unexpectedly difficult workout that tests your balance, concentration, stamina, and strength, and uses every major muscle group

With benefits for all body parts, including increased energy and a renewed spirit, Bikram yoga is a way for anybody to enjoy what the heat has to offer.

from: http://www.tri247.com/article_2874.html

The heated room that the session takes place in helps ease muscles and joints and you leave feeling quite supple. The heat promotes sweating and detoxification and is designed to ‘deliver total health through the balancing and strengthening of every system in the body in order to prevent illness, injury and limiting the effects of aging’. Bikram specifically tailored moves which would ’systematically move fresh oxygenated blood to 100% of the body – to every organ, bone, joint, muscle, ligament, tendon, tissue, fibre, blood vessel, nerve and gland’. With five years of experience behind me, I would have to agree with a lot of this.

Attending the evening session promotes a great night’s sleep. For the same reason the morning sessions can be quite dangerous!

training for an ironman isn’t all fun games, and it definitely isn’t all training and sweat.  Yeah there are a lot of times that you just want to say Pronk that, I want a natty light chased with a turbodog and some wild turkey.  be honest with yourself, let loose and go see Poison open up for Def Leppard. 

Eat a sandwich that has a thousand calories in it.

Tell your mom you miss her, and tell your dad you’re not married yet because you want him to live vicariously through you forever!

Find a random group of pronkbirds to paintball with, and own them!

So bottom line is have some fun, or join a team that forces you to have fun.  Don’t quit having fun because you’re getting older, college has passed by, and you started to gain weight in places you never thought were possible.  I mean look at DR, I think he lost so much weight that most people can’t use him as a paper weight any more, he would blow away. 

But start enjoying every day, or move somewhere that makes you smile when you get up, even after binging a good portion of the natty ice case you bought last night.  Let your friends motivate you and if you ever lack in that area of your life, i think you have found the right team for you.  Have fun putting your spandex on today, and go out there and prairie dogg some miles.  It’s good for you and it will give you more energy and more smiles, especially when it is all over!  Then crack that beer, wine bottle, or wild turkey…cause dammit you deserve it!  you’re a living, breathing Pants Off Racer! 

I did notice that the usual round shape of the tire had been worn to a flat shape, almost making the tire “boxy”! Don’t let that happen, you’ll just be working harder. I guess that may help for ironman next week in Wisconsin.

Hurd,

you may know this guy as J-pronkstar

So jamming to Oakie G.U. New York—Disc 2.  Perfect for setting my tempo for the bike leg—as too the run.

Transition bag ready to go—and head to transition with my FTE teammates.

Get marked.  Get chip.  Put around my ankle immediately seeing I lost this in NYC (but later located).  Head to my bike—transition area.  Flirt with a guy from Columbus to let me use his air pump to pump my tires—line at the bike support was forever long.  And finish up setting up my transition area just so.  Nerves start getting to me.  I mean it is Nationals…but how much different than NYC could it be.  I am to understand and believe that NYC pulls pretty solid athletes out…

I should have known when I saw athletes with their names splattered across the top of their bums with USA Team Onesy’s on…and their names on their bikes…that this race would be a doozy…

Head to swim start…

Jump in the water.  Warm up for 2 minutes—and then head to position myself.  Now I am the last person to say I am a good swimmer (yet).  This is my weakest as of now—though I still position myself with probably the top of the swimmers.  All of us hold on to the dock waiting for the gun to go off.  “2 minutes left Ladies.”  I am going off with my age group—even though I race Athena.  Beats NYC where we went off with the Clydesdales.  Now that was an interesting swim.

“15 seconds, Ladies.”

Trying to stay holding on as the girls now start getting feisty.  At this point I am thinking maybe it was better going off with the Clydesdales.  Mmm…yea.  I think it actually was.  Already kicking each other.  Lovely!

“3…2…1!”

And the swim starts.

As I get my fair share of kicks in the face…jabs to the side…I start being the giver that I am and give back to the ladies…On the first turn, I start breathing to my dominant side and all I see is the sun.  I clobber a girl…and realize it is Ali, one of my teammates.  I quickly get away from her seeing that if that was me, I would start kicking faster and possibly kicking the girl who just clobbered me…no need to get in a swim brawl with my teammate.  Lord.  I clobbered my own teammate.  Sweet!

Second turn coming up.  Feel pretty good.  Been focusing on sighting and gliding so actually feel I am making good time.  As I finish my turn and make my first breathe.  Sun.  All I see is the sun.  Damn, Mr. Sunshine.  Need to breath from the left—but no buoys to keep me on track.

Note to next year participants, definitely do not wear your clear goggles.  On the long straight away, if you are a dominant right side breather, all you will see is sun.  Water is murky—even with clear goggles the most you will see is 3 inches in front of you.  The River is named Black Warrior for a reason…

All in all, I ended up zigzagging here.  Not too many buoys to sight with—and the sun left it hard to even see the upcoming buoys in the distance.   My goal was to do my best to stay straight—keep it steady—and glide.

As I said, I am not the best swimmer.  On this straight away I feel many “jammed it”…went at “solid effort”.  In retrospect, I think I would have started doing spurts of solid and steady efforts on this straight away.  Seeing that I did not, I started getting pummeled by the waves behind me.  I would like to say it was only one wave behind…I am to believe some three and eventually four waves back literally dragged me under.

Eventually got to the last turn and straight away…and at this point, almost lost a battle to the buoy.  Swam to close to the last buoy that the rope almost pulled me back…under.  Classic.  Classic move.

And it is here where I started doing my solid/steady pushes.  A little late, but rather late than never.  No Mr. Sunshine in my face—that was nice.  Ended up heading in pretty straight so was quite excited.  Got out.  Checked my watch…

Started at 7:55 roughly…watch read 8:38.  I took a double take.  And still I did not believe it was a 40+ minute swim.  Not until I got my results did I really believe it.  Just as an FYI for racers next year.   That morning they opened a Dam due to flooding issues…so we had a pretty strong current.  Some had commented that they felt they were in an “endless pool”…just not getting anywhere.  I just thought I was going steady and gliding quite well.  Little did I know that I was actually gliding the opposite way.  As I said, I am not a strong swimmer.  For another prospective on the swim, my coach usually does the swim in 20 or so minutes…he was in the 30-minute range…and wearing a “speed suit”.  So pretty strong current.  Moral of the story, training in the pool not the same as training in the open water with currents and waves…shocking I know!

Out of the water—head up a pretty short but steep run up to the transition area.  Noticed most bikes gone—all the bikes with the names that is.  Definitely a different caliber of athlete here.   I with Jacques, my 3+ year old Specialized Allez road bike, racing along with the Cervelo, Jamais, Blue bikes.  Poor Jacques!

Note that I must learn the rubber band trick for getting on the bike out of transition…but for now I strap in to my shoes.  Goggles on.  Helmet on.  Head out of transition.  If you are the stalker of the race and race better chasing down your prey, this course is a great one for you.   Lots of ins and outs to see your prey.  If you are one not to like to see your prey, then tough luck.

Bike was two loops with a total of six out and backs—if I remember correctly.  Hilly.  Sunny.  Hardly any shade, if any.  Was rather disappointed being that they were shallow, steady climbs with crappy down hills.  I tend to like down hills and tucking to give my legs a rest…no hills really gave way to deserving to “tuck”.  Into the ride, my legs took a while to loosen up.  Most likely the length (time) of the swim coupled with the four glasses of wine on Friday (the day before) probably did not help.  Kept hydrating on the bike.  Had two bottles in the cages on Jacques.  And had one and half GUs on the ride.  Took the whole first loop for my legs to loosen—and as for passing folks.  Far and few between.  I felt like a TNT athlete riding on the right the whole time.  Might as well just had a bell on my handle bars and basket for VivVie (my 3.5 lbs Maltese—yes I am “that girl”).

In the last in and out, finally saw Jess—my teammate…my “prey”.  Definitely gave me an extra push to catch her.  So started jamming on the few straight-aways left.  I am still learning the art of efficiency—and again, should have been doing a few more solid/steady efforts a little earlier on.   Quite a few straight-aways that lean themselves to pushes.  Got to the dismount.  And ran in for the last leg…the run.

Of note, fastest bike was 27+ mph.  Oy vey!

Into the run, I realized I was most likely 5 minutes away from Jess.  I would imagine that she had 5 minutes on me on the swim—and as for the bike we typically are pretty much in line with one another.  Just need to maintain an 8-min mile.  Jess is typically just shy of 9-min miles.  For me, an 8-min mile is pretty much my RP (Race Pace).  Heading out on the run, I was exhausted.  Had frozen a bottle of water that morning to carry with me at the start of the run to poor over my head.  (After the swim and bike, all the ice had melted leaving ice cold water.)  I am happy I had this.  Right away I took it and poured some on my neck and wrists.  Ice cold.  Absolutely delish!

A half a mile into the race, I started to get in a mood.  Was not into it mentally.  Rather over the race.  No shade for rather all of the race thus far.  No promise of shade to come.  Hot.  Humid.  Done with it.  I studied the course and knew the first 3 miles were hills.  And training in New York—well just like the pool training—not much of hill training when you run the Westside Highway mostly (completely flat).  Tried to stay optimistic and get into the race…so started to think of Oakie tempo here.  If I didn’t, I would have probably been curled up on the side of the road with a sign that side, “Toledo or Bust”.   I just wanted my mummy at this point.  Oakie though saved me—and I finally zoned out.  Kept my tempo steady.  Kept my head in the game.

First hill.  Long and gradual.  Almost died.  Wanted to walk so bad.  Saw Billy, another teammate of mine cruising down the downhill of this in and out—arms going wild.  Thought to myself, “so that is how you go downhill”.  Ended up making it up with a steady jog…and started to go down the hill—attempted the wailing arm trick.  Ten seconds into the wailing arm/pinwheel downhill, decided that was a not for me.  (As a side note, Billy qualified for Budapest and is a killer triathlete.)

Second hill.  Short but very steep.  My least favorite of all of them.  Felt I was trying to scale a wall.  Nothing more to say, except that it sucked.

Third hill.  Gradual.  Rather long and windy if I remember correctly…the sun and heat started getting to me where I became dazed.  But, but then I saw Jess on her way down.   Once I reached the top realized that I was about two minutes behind her.  Recharged.  Rebooted.  Three miles left—and a little rolling but mostly down hill from here.

Entered a little pathway that made you think you were finally getting some shade.  Um.  Yeah.  All two tenths of a mile of shade…maybe.  Take it where you can I guess.  Spotted Jess a little ahead of me.  Water station coming up.  See Jess stopped for a quick second.  Start picking up my pace.  At most, I have 24 minutes left—3 miles left—easy, I got this.  On flats/gradual downhills I should at least average 7:40s RP right now.  Get to water station.

“No more water.  Gatorade?”

You have to be kidding me.  Sun beating down on me.   No shade basically the whole race and the run out of water.  I hear someone complain behind me—which made me empathize with the water station peeps.  Ok.  So, no water. Races are not meant to be perfect, clearly!

Take a Gatorade.   Dowse myself with it to cool off.  Swam in murky water—so being a little sticky later will only make a shower feel that much better.  And that idea, umm…well, it did not work.  Gatorade at this point was rather the same temp as outside which at this point was 90+ degrees Fahrenheit.  Sounded like a good idea.

A person is yelling, “one mile coming up.”  I do not know if someone was really yelling this or all was a mirage—words I wanted to hear.   Regardless, I pick up the pace even more.  Breathing pretty heavy at this point.  Get up right behind Jess.   Not sure if I have to worry about someone else (another “prey”) but highly unlikely.  Jess was last year’s National Champ for Athena so I bet no for this year…no other prey.  I stay behind her for a short while.  Literally behind her.  Breathing heavy.  Do not think she knows it is me.  Get to her speed.  Sit on her for a few more seconds to catch my breath.  And what I mean by catching my breath, I basically sounded like a freakin’ donkey.  Heehaw!   Got myself to a calm breath.

Time to move.  Need this to be over.  Pick up the pace—and pass her.

“Suck it.”  She says in a low, tired breath—as though she did not want me to hear.

What?  What did she just say to me?  Did she just tell me to suck it?  Jess?  Really?  Seriously?  (I asked her later that day—she swore that is not what she said…but throwing a few F bombs around may have been the case.  Ok.  So she said Fuck it…)

Caught her with one mile to go. Again, no shade.   Just wanted to be done with this.  Picked up the pace to basically all I had left.  My body was definitely feeling it—my legs were done.  In yoga, a teacher taught me that when the pain became so unbearable to just focus on one thing in front of you—and just focus on this.  The pain will dissipate if you truly are focused.  I do this.  I focus on the various trees I am running to at this point.  At the random racer that is in front of me.  I focus so hard, I become relaxed in this state. It worked.  I am at full force with only a few more steps.  5.  4.  3.  2…and I cross the line.  Kneel down.  Head below heart.  And a lady begins to pour water over me.  Loving this!  Absolutely, loving this!  First season.  At Nationals.  Competing with the top of the top in the U.S.  And I have crossed the finish line!

Overall, I would say the course was extremely challenging mentally and physically…and the experience, quite humbling.

Results of the race.  I believe 53^rd in my age division (25-29)…But as for my division, Athena, I am National Champ baby!  On the road to build up Team Athena.  Goal for next year, race Athena but be in the top 10 of my age group.  As for now, on to the next…Team Nationals—Oklahoma City or bust!

August 30, 2009

Robbie Guy and I traveled to the windy city this past weekend to dust off our racing shoes and join 4000+ other triathletes in the largest triathlon in the nation. The expo was very good, the course turned out to be great, and the whole thing was pretty well organized. 

I wasn’t aware that I was babysitting this weekend until I had the privilege of introducing our newest member, Robbie Guy Layman to our sponsor Wild Turkey on friday night during our stop at ND.  To say the least, he felt the powers of Turkey!  But, like a true Pants Off Racer, he took it in stride and killed the triathlon on sunday. 

Course:

Swim: 26:37

.9 miles – Lake Michigan never felt so suffocating. It was a water start so we all started in the water next to eachother in waves of 100+. Robbie and I were in the 20-24 age group with 155 other dudes. The swim course was right along the waterfront in the yacht club area near Navy Pier. I had been swimming a lot lately, but not like this. I got about 100 yards into the swim and couldn’t even breath. I was sucking in water like no other, my extra medium wetsuit was suffocating me, and I couldn’t even swim. I felt like Pronk out there doing frog strokes for the first 10 minutes of the swim. After I managed to overcome the panic attack of not being able to breath, I finally got into a groove to finish up the swim. It was a pretty demoralizing start to a race, but my time wasn’t nearly as bad as I had thought – wetsuits make a big difference I guess.  

T1: 1:44

450 yards – I was just happy to get out of the water at this point. T1 was a nice run along the way to get to our bikes. Nothing special really happened here.

Bike: 1:04:12; 23.6 mph

24.8 miles – The bike course was great. It was right on Lake Shore Drive and was a 2 loop course going north. Going out on Lake Shore was straight out into the wind – serious wind. But, of course, coming back the wind was right behind us. Going out at 20 mph and coming back at 28 mph is never a bad day. I was expecting a lot out of this race, but after a pitiful swim I was pretty discouraged about the whole thing.  The bike felt pretty good though, I just cranked out as hard as I could the entire ride thinking about all the training I have done this summer. 25 miles doesn’t seem like much when your training rides last for hours – it was by far the best biking i have ever done in a race. 

T2: 3:28

Robbie Guy had been talking some serious smack about this race ever since we signed up.  As i remember him saying, and I quote, “I’m definitely a better swimmer than you, a little faster on the bike that you, and probably better at the transitions.  Plus, I ran a 40 minute 10k.  So, bascially D.R., your not going to beat me unless i die on the run.” Thanks to Robbie’s encouragement and the Wild Turkey babysitting I had been doing all weekend, I was really pissed.  I passed Robbie on the turn-around on the bike and knew he wasn’t gonna catch me on the run.  So, basically, when I saw Robbie in T2, i was a little surprised and knew I had to put in a good run to cap off my dominance of Robbie Guy.

Run: 38:23; 6:11 pace

6.1 miles – The run course looped around the waterfront near the Shed Aquarium and came back to finish a block or two away from the swim start. Going out on the water we had the wind at our backs, but I didn’t really realize how much wind until I turned around to have it in my face. I did great when the wind was helping me along, but couldn’t keep up my pace once I made the turn. Overall, it was a good strong run and I felt fresh. I  should have pushed it a little harder, especially miles 4 & 5.  Mile times: 5:54, 6:02, 6:03, 6:19, 6:21, 6:36, and finished the last in 1:07.  I really wanted to hit 36 minutes but I’ll take those times for today.

Overall: 2:14:25; 30th/4243

I was happy with how I finished. It was my first triathlon in almost a year and I’m glad I got back to racing before Wisconsin. I was surprised to find out that I placed 3^rd and Robbie 5^th in our age group. It’s amazing actually considering the swim.

Play Ball, HURD

your neighbors always were jealous, give them another reason to envy you.  chayaaaaa!

His main motivation for the race was to work on his chicken legs and fit into his christmas sweater, borrowed from his real grandma, another year!  The annual Pants Party means that much to him that he would don some spandex to make it back into his fav. cardigan!

POST RACE PIC featuring the one and only Gramma Green

Gramma’s training consisted of a lot of laying (shown below) and deep fried southern style foods.  Gramma learned the techniques of laying from the great T POT.  Since college T Pot has stopped laying and been running with Kenyans and Mexicans through NYC, and even signed up for a tri in 2 weeks in Madison Wisconsin.  SO it has beena  few years since Nick Green and T Pot put out the Joey and Chandler Bing vibe.

Gramma, we all want to congratulate you on the success of your first tri.  Pronk is proud of yas, and we hope u continue to race – Pants OFF.  For all you newbies please feel free to ask our favorite Gramma (ngreen42@gmail.com) how he did and overcame the anxiety of a mass swim start and never having done a triathlon until he was 26 yrs old.  You’re never to old to try, so go buy ur speedo from Splish swimwear and get it done. 

HE HAW, POR!  TRI OR DIE.

AN ENTIRE PLANET/PANTS OFF FAMILY CRIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Noel Gallagher says he has quit Oasis – claiming he could not go on working with brother Liam “a day longer”.

Looking back in anger: Noel Gallagher goes his own way The announcement came just hours after the band cancelled their second gig in a week. In a statement on the band’s website, Noel said: “It’s with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight. “People will write and say what they like, but I simply could not go on working with Liam a day longer. “Apologies to all the people who bought tickets for the shows in Paris, Konstanz and Milan.”

The band were expected to perform at the Rock en Seine festival in Paris this evening. But the crowd were told by Bloc Party, who were due to perform before Oasis, the Manchester band would not be taking the stage.

Some fans thought it was a joke – until the big screens at either side of the stage displayed the message: “As a result of an altercation within the band, the Oasis gig has been cancelled.”

Ben Clover, 28, who travelled from south London for the festival, said: “There are a lot of British Oasis fans who have come over for this gig and they are very disappointed.”

Last weekend Oasis pulled out of the V Festival in Chelmsford, which they were meant to headline.

The band cancelled because front man Liam was struck down with viral laryngitis.

But their non-appearance sparked rumours they were set to split.

Earlier this month Liam revealed his turbulent relationship with Noel was so bad that they no longer speak, limiting their contact to exchanging insults on Twitter.

Liam told the NME: “He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him, that’s it.

“He hasn’t told me what he thinks of anything this year. We’ve got nothing to say to each other at the moment.”

Oasis fans have taken to Twitter to express their dismay at Noel’s departure.

PsychedelicAdam said: “Noel Gallagher leaves Oasis? Gutted, no more Oasis then I guess, they were one of my favourite bands.”

Wolvolass posted: “I feel sick, sooo many good memories and gigs seeing Oasis over the years.”

MattGriffin added: “This is the worst day ever”