WW- Coolness

I like that word, "cool". It's one of those multiple meaning words that most people don't understand. For example, as it relates to temperature, cool simple means that an object has less heat than a comparable. An ice berg is teeming with heat but compared to our body temperature, it feels cool. (Consequently, our bodies have significantly less heat than an ice berg. It's a mass thing.) Your air conditioner doesn't really add cool (this is scientifically impossible) as much as it removes heat. But, the house feels cooler and we have yet another excuse to not go outside.

Another meaning of the word cool is the opposite of lame. John Travolta was cool, at least until he made those talking baby movies. Then he was lame. Then, after Pulp Fiction came around, he was cool again.

I, for one, have never actually been cool. I've always been lame (this blog is evidence for those who need convincing). Therefore, I can spot cool people from a mile away. They are simply nothing like me.

For those of you who don't know me too well, I understand that my description of cool (Anti-Banter) is rather vague. Fret not, I've got visuals. Here is a guy who is cool to the core. If you want to be cool, study him. Mimic him. You will never achieve his coolness but at least you know how cool one can be.

The Bar has been set.

WW- Ode to Mo

Note: Blogger is not acting its normal self. I apologize in advance for the crappy formatting in this post. I hope to fix it in the near future...

Okay, I think I have figured out my writing funk. I'll get back to you in a short while as to it's logistics. I suspect that it's a bit more complicated than I had originally intended, but isn't that the way it is with everything?

One reason for my lack of blogging motivation was definitely not the Olympics. I am quite sad to see them go and there was so much happening that would have been fun to write about. I did watch the men's and women's triathlon in their entirety. I clung to pretty much whatever NBC opted to show me. I came to the conclusion that, in order to get air time, the sport needed the USA in a medal round, water, running, or scantily clad women.

It was not completely bad from that perspective, assuming you had the patience to sit through the commercials. One of the great stories of the Olympics 2012 was some of the feats accomplished on the track. Yes, the aptly named Mr. Bolt did his thing. But, I firmly believe one of the great races of the Games came from Great Britain's own Mo Farrah.

 If you don't know Mo, then let me fill you in... The dude can run a 10k fast enough to be considered flying. And, he's had a lot of practice. It seems like Mo has been running his entire life, not all of it for glory. You see, despite his appearance, Mo is constantly getting into trouble. Running is his escape pod. Luckily for us, there has always been a camera on him, capturing his escape.

See, Mo runs away from a lot of things. Most of which are documented here.

WW- Great Britan in the Olympics

Like most everyone else in the world, I am glued to the excitement of the Olympics. The US of A is doing quite well in the medal count, rivaled by China. When I'm not rooting for the USA, I look forward to a good performance from the home team. The British, the pleasant hosts of the games, are doing better than expected.

They have already ruled in triathlon (ok, that was expected) and hammered in cycling (ok, that was expected too). Yet, in the overall medal count, that are not the world leader they once were. I think I know why.

See, Great Britain has made some interesting decisions on selecting its athletes. The Brownlees of triathlon and the Wiggins of cycling was a no brainer. However, some of the other competitions were a little more controversial. Here are some of their profiles. It's no wonder they aren't bringing home the hardware.

How much weight?

Poor mobility to his left

He's probably not a fish

Suspended for beta blockers

He stole that medal

Illegal pommel

Really a man with make-up

Saddle sores

Refused to release the baton

Ok Brits, this is how to win. Take a lesson from none other than Lego Michael Phelps. He knows how to get it done.

WW- Writer's Block

I have writer's block. It's partially mental and partially physical.

The mental part is in relation to the number of ideas that I have floating around in the inner space of my mind that's more space than anything else. I currently have no less than 7 posts started and am gaining very little ground in accomplishing what I want to achieve. But, they are off to a good start so I've got that going for me.

The physical blocking starts with the fact that I am teaching a period of summer school (more proof of my lack of intellect). I could be having an all-day's worth of very little moving and no responsibility. Nope. Now, I have to get up and go to work. Plus, I am training again. Hopefully, someday soon, I'll tell you about my up-and-coming races right after I tell you about my last races. Until then, I have been arising at 5:00 am in order to get in a workout. Then another short workout after work. Followed by dinner. Finally, there's currently something going on in London which has captured my attention.

I'm surprised as to how many people have come up to tell me that they watched cycling in the Olympics. Credit NBC for actually showing the cycling events (one of the few things I'll cut them slack in regards to their Olympic decision making). They know I'm a triathlete and therefore ride a bike. It's exactly the same thing.

Spoiler alert: The Americans didn't win any of in the long distance road races. We did nail the ladies time trial. Go Kristen Armstrong. (USA! USA!). The American bloke, Taylor Phinney, took 4th place in both road races. The winners were all European with no measurable upper body strength.

Perhaps it's not Taylor's training that's the problem but his extracurricular activities. The Europeans are know for their total immersion into the bike. The bike dominates their life. They're also pretty good dancers. Taylor, and you, need to learn this dance: