My surname is Veylupek, an odd name of Czech provenance and one I can't even pronounce; the 'V' simplifies life (a primary aim of mine). Born on my birthday, I've steadily grown older ever since, still failing, however, to reach maturity. I'm a has-been triathlete/cyclist, past Ironman champ/Olympian and now partake in some shady afterthoughts: writing, coaching, unruly sexual behavior, insomnia, playing in a true-to-life rock band (our music is better than it sounds) and sucking the marrow from life through frequent elongated outdoor adventures, most of which usually transpire in solo style (as does the unruly sexual conduct, I fear). (I tend to go it alone so the number of idiots I'm forced to deal with is reduced to one.) I've had more success coaching than I ever had athletically, which isn't saying much since triumphs were far and few between. But I've learned from my errors and now help others avoid them! I aim to keep this blog triathlon-related, to educate, enlighten and entertain, but tangents occur. Think of this blog as a lyrical laxative for a constipated sport.