Now or never...

It all comes down to this. This is my third and final attempt to diligently enter various happenings into this little corner of the internet known as a "blog." My two previous attempts have failed miserably, forcing me to delete each of my last two blogs, as well as all entries within. Therefore, I offer this to you, my last effort, possibly last-ditch effort, at divulging with the world my deepest, darkest secrets.

In all seriousness, most of what I say on this page will inevitably be total bullshit. Alas, don't place too much salt in the cup, beaker, mug, etc. as you read however, for Chad Thomas does occasionally tell the truth. It will usually be denoted with an ALL CAPS SENTENCE and a note at the end of the page that says "Yes, there is a piece of truth within this. Your task? Find it!"

Let me give you a quick update on what's happening currently in my wacky (whacky?) world. Swimming's Done-zo for now. I am just so sick and tired of the sport. I'm trying to return to my roots, heading to the J nearly everyday with my boys and putting in a little time in the lanes. That's what I really like, just some relaxed, back-and-forth stuff, not 50x200's on 2:10 (Swimming Techno-Babble, if you don't know betta ax sumbodiezz). Mixed in with that are equal parts sauna, hot tub, and steam room, all of which I fancy. The only really sad part about all of this swimming (or lack thereof) business is that my coach is yet to be informed that his dear sweet, promising young lad of 14 who somehow grew up to 18 and was now not nearly as promising, nor as slender....is yet to be informed of my departure from the sport entirely.

So with swimming out the window, I now have time to focus on my true loves, one of which is biking. I submitted my mountain bike, complete with rust deposits all-around, to the bike shop yesterday for a complete repair. The the clerk's eyes widened noticeably as I brought in what was once a beautiful piece of machinery but now looked like God had taken a large, gritty shit upon in the form of an oxidation process known as "rusting." He regained his bearings, then muttered "$60." I agreed to the offer; what choice did I have? Trust me, with the shape this thing was in, it was a bargain.

I'd also like to add that there is currently another bike in my life, but that is an entirely different story, one that needs to be examined much more closely on a later date.

Additionally, The Site Of Chad is back up (www.siteofchad.com). Yes, the domain name is different, but I think simpler is better anyway.

For now, I bid you adieu as I saunter on out the door. More shall follow soon....I think.