On October 9, 1994 my brother and I headed out for a night on the town. My job? Designated driver. His job? Well, that should be obvious based upon my job. He was the designated drunk guy. (Just so nobody gets the image that my brother is somehow a drunken slob, he was going through a rough time, and I suggested a night out. And he DID spend eight years in the Navy. You know, drunken sailor, and all.)
Just who is this Iron Pol?
A former out of shape sailor, who became a marathoner, then a triathlete, Ironman, and ultramarathoner. Now, life has pushed me into short track speed skating. More important than the titles is the lifestyle, and sharing it with others.