Well, I've created a monster that has taken on a life of its own (and no I'm not talking about either of my sons).
Earlier this Cross Country season, I came up with a way to consolidate a lot of semi-technical, tedious-to-work-with, and individualized information into a user-friendly format: the PaceWheelTM.
My invention(the PaceWheelTM) has made running Cross Country practice (with over 40 athletes) a significantly more-streamlined endeavor without sacrificing the individual training design that each of my athletes deserves. But, the kids said I should market the thing because I could become a millionaire! I thought that was crazy, but as I've continued to revise and refine the PaceWheelTM, more and more people have said they would buy such a contraption. So I went to my local printshop to see what it would take to get them made nicely. I have a website up and running. I have trademarked and copyrighted the idea. It may or may not be consuming every waking and sleeping thought I have.
But it may be my one chance at being a thousandaire.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Thirst Buster...no doubt
So this morning, I decided I'd run to work.
It's somewhere around 8 miles, but that's not really that important. What's important is that since I needed to bring a shirt to change into (I had an extra pair of pants in my gym bag) and my wallet and keys, so I put them in my fanny pack. The fanny pack doesn't really run well. It slides up from my hips and begins to bounce unless I cinch it really tight as it moves up around my middle. But then it squeezes my guts with every bounce, and about halfway in, I really needed to open the safety release valve that was being pushed against as a result of the fanny pack girdle. Fortunately, the halfway point is conveniently located next to a Conoco (home of the Thirst Buster 64oz. drink).
But my encounter with the Thirst Buster did not quench my thirst as much as it prevented me from desiring anything to drink from the cup: Right next to the toilet was a toilet brush in a Thirst Buster cup. Wish I had a camera.
It's somewhere around 8 miles, but that's not really that important. What's important is that since I needed to bring a shirt to change into (I had an extra pair of pants in my gym bag) and my wallet and keys, so I put them in my fanny pack. The fanny pack doesn't really run well. It slides up from my hips and begins to bounce unless I cinch it really tight as it moves up around my middle. But then it squeezes my guts with every bounce, and about halfway in, I really needed to open the safety release valve that was being pushed against as a result of the fanny pack girdle. Fortunately, the halfway point is conveniently located next to a Conoco (home of the Thirst Buster 64oz. drink).
But my encounter with the Thirst Buster did not quench my thirst as much as it prevented me from desiring anything to drink from the cup: Right next to the toilet was a toilet brush in a Thirst Buster cup. Wish I had a camera.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
ARGGGHHHH!
This is as much of a post as I have time for at the moment.
Life is busy, busy, busy. I hope to have more real content in a few days.
The Coach
Life is busy, busy, busy. I hope to have more real content in a few days.
The Coach
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