A hero for millions, a GOD for me.

Dear friends, 

This morning, while riding up Gates Pass, I began to think to myself, why do I choose to put myself through the things that I do?  Why do I do triathlon?  I could only come to one conclusion.  I do this for him, for the legend, for who some people say is not human, for whom I pray to, for whom I believe to be God himself.  I do this for Brett Favre.  The man is not only a football player, he is the epitome of a true American hero.  Favre (or Ferr've) is a proud father, the devoted husband to a dime wife, a recovered addict, a damn sexy Wrangler Jeans model, and is the definition of a true man, according to William Shakespeare, I swear.  

 So the next time you're struggling in a workout or race, just think of why you do it.  I promise you it is probably because of a man called Ferr've.  Remember your motivation, remember your dedication, and remember your hero wearing #4 every Sunday afternoon.

 The Man, The Legend, The Only.  BRETT FAVRE (Ferr've)