For those still reading my posts (all three of us) who were unable to access the site recently, the host sent a note detailing the events surrounding a concentrated Denial of Service attack that occurred over the past week.
They even provided a spiffy 50% off coupon for services by way of "making up" for the situation.
There are two remarkable things, there. First, that a simply blog hosting site would be victim of such a concerted effort. Perhaps I need to do hit more of the sites they host. I might be missing something. And second, that they would provide a discount coupon for the ridiculous acts of an outside party. Unfortunately, such attacks are just part of life in the Internet world. (Should we thank Al Gore?)
Weebly has apparently spent a great deal of time and money to improve their infrastructure and ability to handle such attacks in the future. Given their handling of the situation, it's only fair to recommend them for anyone looking for somewhere to set up a blog.
After four years of triathlons, my Tri Fox racing jersey gave up the ghost. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say it became a ghost of its former self. While we have changed the layout a bit, the jersey on the right used to be nearly identical to the jersey on the left. Of course, the front of the old jersey is much closer in appearance to the new one. When my son was looking at them, he told me the old one was inside out. When he realized that wasn't the case, he wanted to know why it was so faded.
If a new jersey is right, the picture outside, this morning is just wrong. April 21st (Happy Birthday to my brother and sister, twins born five years apart), and it's snowing outside. Not only is it snowing, it's accumulating. That's about a half-inch of slushy snow on the windows of my cars. There was snow covering my grill in the back, and it's starting to stick to the grass.
I'll sandwich that "wrong" between two "rights." And this one is super-cool. This picture shows both my kids out biking. My daughter finally put away her tricycle and moved to the "big girl bike." She's getting pretty good, and has even overcome her concern of crashing because of sharp turns (she sometimes fails to take into account the training wheels).
There are probably a few people still following this blog who remember me in "my other life." That would be my life as Running Pol. While Iron Pol is focused primarily on endurance events, particularly triathlon and Ironman, Running Pol split time between politics and running.
In the late 80s, I got into a bit of trouble with my parents over music. Now, my parents were fairly tolerant about music choices, so long as it was played at a reasonable volume. My parents accepted my punk rock music as easily as they accepted American folk. They even coped when I showed up at home with the remnants of a mohawk, a pierced ear, and tapes from the punk band of which I was a member.
Larry Norman was often called the father of Christian rock. Through his music, he reached a lot of people otherwise shunned by the church. He was, himself, shunned by those who believe any "rock" music is bad. Others frowned upon his appearance. After all, the "hippie" look wasn't widely accepted by the more conservative factions of the church.
Growing up, it was fairly common to see lots of people outside during an eclipse. As a student, there was usually the opportunity to get extra credit in everything from writing to math. Apparently, things have changed.
Blizzard-like conditions, last night, led to brutal conditions, this morning. It took me over an hour to shovel the snow, and almost that long to get into my car. Yesterday afternoon, it was raining. Late in the afternoon, it turned to hail, then snow.
As endurance athletes, we are accustomed to taking care of our bodies. Our clothes are designed to be lightweight and wick away moisture. Our shoes are engineered to correct a variety of gait issues, minimizing injury. We wear hats, glasses and sunscreen to protect our heads, eyes, and skin. Heart rate monitors and power meters provide feedback regarding our effort. And we listen to our bodies when training and racing.
While triathletes around the country were busy watching the broadcast of the Ironman World Championships, I was typing out an E-mail. What, you ask, could be so important, and time-consuming, that an E-mail could occupy the entire 90 minutes of the race? Read on...
A recent post on raceAthlete comes from Erin of the Long and Winding Road blog. The comments on her post were as interesting as the post, and my own response fits better here than in the comment section.
It looks like I might have my next major undertaking laid out before me. That will teach me to open my mouth too widely.
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.