High-Fructose Corn Syrup is Killing You

High-Fructose Corn Syrup is Killing You

I found this on Facebook and found it interesting, so I'm re-posting here with their web site and their twitter account.

What You Need To Know About HFCS

Prior to 1966, high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS) was virtually non-existent in Americans' diets. When it came to sweeteners, the number one version on the market was sucrose, or table sugar. But that all changed after the invention of high-fructose corn syrup.

Breast Cancer Awareness

Today ten of us (teamroll:) rode the Breast Cancer Awareness.  We rode the 50 mile route on an absolutely gorgeous fall day in Central Ohio.  It was a brisk start, but quickly warmed to the mid-70s by 11:30 AM.  The skies were crystal clear all morning, basically not wind at all.  It was a great day to ride.

We picked up some of @TeamSperanza along the road to make our peloton a little larger.  Team Speranza had a very strong showing.  I didn't count all of them, but I would guess it was close to 10-15 people.  They are a club our of the Canal Winchester area that ride a number of charity events including Pelotonia.  We have shared training rides and ride with them on a number of charity events through out the year.  Good group of people, so follow them on twitter: @TeamSperanza.

We only averaged 17.8 mph, but a lot of that had to do with missing a couple of turns and back tracking and then taking the all too familiar "yeah we got lost again" shot.  Not that we could actually get lost in Central Ohio, because we ride this area a lot.  But staying on the predefined course, well that is a whole other story all together.  Some say we are directionally challenged.  I prefer to think of it as we are trailblazers and prefer to choose our own path.  Yeah that's it, we're individualists, yeah that's the ticket.

Did I mention it was just a great sunny day with blue skies and no wind?  Check these pictures out.

Rest Stop in Sunbury

Early sunny morning & time to clear the corn fields

Siobhan drafting

There is a tracker in the hoizon

Clearing the fields on a perfect day

teamroll: prepare for winter

We received our final mock up of our winter weight jackets.  This thing is light weight, reasonably thick for cycling wear and ridiculously warm.

Special thanks to VOmax for rockin' a sweet winter jacket with the warmth of an alpaca headed to the high north land on a cold winter's night.

The text around the inside collar: Kickin' My Butt Today to Kick Yours Tomorrow

This is how we roll:

Well there was a change of design and not really for the better.  The second edition has the right number of dots, and the we rock: we roll: etc: More importantly we get to give props to a couple paying sponsors, which is good.  But moving our web site from the bottom back to the collar basically makes it wasted ink and something that no one will every see, which completely sucks. 

This is what the the text around the collar says since you will not be able to read it on the jacket: 

www.teamrollcolumbus.com

Names on a List

http://relaxitsjustme.blogspot.com/2010/09/names-on-list.html

Miracles and Tragedies

http://relaxitsjustme.blogspot.com/2010/09/miracles-and-tragedies.html

You Know Him.

That 14 year old next door. Polite, generous, a joy to be around. An avid runner, the star of his junior high team. Always heads over to play with your grandkids. So excited to embark on his high school career, thrilled to be entering the 9th grade. His whole life ahead of him.

And then the phone call. Get to the hospital now. Leukemia. Instead of high school the next three years will be filled with uncertainty, mind numbing fatigue, treatments, and home schooling.

The High School star. A phenomenal pitcher, the star and hero of the HS baseball team. The hopes and dreams of the community. A professional athlete in the making.

Drafted by the pro’s, imagine the celebration! All the hard work, the practices, the training, and the final reward – the chance for a professional career.

And on the same day getting the diagnosis . . . cancer. Hopes and dreams replaced by uncertainty, treatments, fears. A life changed, in an instant.

Your cousin, a two time cancer survivor. Strong, inspirational, full of life. Loves the outdoors, friends, family. But the third time was too much, too hard. The will was there, the body had to succumb. From survivor to victim. Three times was just too much even for her.

You Know Them. They are your loved one, your friend, your neighbor, your relative.

I won’t give up. We can’t give up. Last year “Team Chorman’s Floor Covering” raised $6,500 in the never-ending fight against cancer. I can promise I’ll ride to Athens and back. I can’t promise I’ll ride with Lance Armstrong again, and get to show him all of the names on my jersey. I can promise I will continue to do all I can, and that I will ride hard to honor all of your loved ones, relatives, friends and neighbors – for the fight they are in, for the fight they lost. For every name on my jersey, for every name not yet on the jersey. So that we will, some day, not need to add any more names.

I won’t give up. Will You Join Me?

Help me fight cancer -- please consider a contribution to Pelotonia
http://www.pelotonia.org/ride/riders_profile.jsp?MemberID=4240&SearchStart=100&PAGING

Dreams of an Olympian

http://relaxitsjustme.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-of-olympian.html

Matt Briggs nips Mike Perakis at the line in the Citizen's Fat Tire Race.