A Lovely Life

At this point, everyone has heard of Tinder and swiping right. I've used Tinder on more than one occasion to meet people. Some of you who are NOT in the dating world consider this a hook-up app and while that can be said for every single online dating site, I've actually had some decent dates come from Tinder. I won't go into those, though. They aren't nearly as entertaining.  Tinder, like other sites, is full of some of the world's most disgusting and entertaining people you will ever come across. If you can sift through enough profiles and find someone to start an actual conversation with then, congratulations! You have pretty much just conquered the Mount Everest of dating. Seriously. The shit people put on these profiles to woo women is nuts...great for drinking games though! Even after getting to the communication stage, things can go south quickly. And when I say "south" I mean dick pics . One of the best parts about said dick pics is not the dic

In the spirit of ripping band aids off, jumping into the unknown and proving to myself that I can do things I never thought I could, I have some BIG news. As of January 2017, Brucey and I will be residents of Denver-ish, Colorado.  I say "ish" because I'm still working out those details. A few months ago, I got a random text from a friend who I used to work with telling me that he recommended me to his boss as a potential manager for a shop out there. I took exactly 0% of that text conversation seriously. I also took the next few months of back and forth communication with a grain of salt. The internal thought process went a bit like this (bonus points if you can read it REALLY fast because that's how it would roll through my head): "There's no way I'd move. That's just too much. I can't leave. I know I said I would, but let's get real...I'm a baby. Why in the hell would a bike shop owner want me to help him run his shop? I

I don't think divorce is talked about enough...not in a way that promotes healing and moving on at least. Sure, there are those endless "How To" lists, but let's get real: they aren't worth shit. Divorce is intensely personal and every situation is unique. My divorce is no different. I feel a need to let some of what I'm feeling out and, honestly, I'm a little scared to do it. I don't want to dwell and I don't want pity...I just want to put it out there. As with everything else I've done in the last year, I'm just gonna go for it. If you're offended by my openness or need to express an opinion, I invite you to leave right now 'cause I have exactly ZERO time for that shit. So here we go... 4 years ago today was one of the best days of my life. It was the day I got married.  Today, as I write this, I'm sad. And I'm trying to give myself permission to be sad as I think back on where I was 4 years ago.  I was so

They did it! 10 teams of Kyle Pease Foundation athletes successfully crossed the finish line at the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, DC on Sunday.  With zero incidents to boot! This year was so much different from last. Mostly in the stress of trying to make sure everyone was where they needed to be, with the info they needed, when they needed to be there. I didn't always succeed in that, but I'm OK with it. As with every event, I left with a full and happy heart. So many people played huge parts in this weekend...from athlete transport, to athlete care in the hotels (& around DC), to big hugs for me when I really needed them and incredible crowd support. It takes a solid team of people to keep things from falling apart, which it surely would have had they not been there. Was the weekend perfect? NOPE. Did I learn some valuable lessons? YOU BET. Was it worth it? ABSOLUTELY. At the end of the day, the goal is to get people to the start line and back across t