Iron Mad Man - Ryan Schneider

Lava Magazine Writing

Since mid-2010, I’ve been contributing to Lava Magazine’s online website.  Below are all the articles I’ve written, in order.  It’s truly been an honor to have an opportunity to speak with acclaimed professional triathletes such as Chrissie Wellington, Mirinda Carfrae, Julie Dibens, Jordan Rapp, Andy Potts, and Faris Al-Sultan.  If you have any comments, feel free to share them here!  I’d love to hear from you.  And if you know of any additional freelance writing opportunities, please let me know!

Swim, Bike…Blog? (August 31, 2010)

5 C’s of Triathlon Blogging (September 2, 2010)

Relationship Training (October 19, 2010)

Mind Games Debut Column (January 1, 2011)

Mind Games: Overcoming Disappointment (January 17, 2011)

Mind Games: Off-season Training Blues (February 8, 2011)

Mind Games: Putting on the Grey Sweat Suit (March 7, 2011)

Product Review: GYST Transition Bag (March 29, 2011)

March of the Triathletes (April 6, 2011)

Newton Challenge (May 5, 2011)

Becoming an Ironman Jedi (June 6, 2011)

Mind Games: The Final Exam (July 5, 2011)

Mind Games: So You Want to Get Faster (August 3, 2011)

Tested: Le Tour de France Video Game (August 18, 2011)

Mind Games: Taking the Short Road (October 24, 2011)

Mind Games: Fighting the Late Season Humbugs (November 30, 2011)

Mind Games: The Best is Yet to Come (January 10, 2012)

Tested: Nike Pro Combat (January 17, 2012)

Mind Games: The Off-Road Taken (February 1, 2012)

Tested: Garmin Forerunner 910XT (February 27, 2012)

Mind Games: Bevan Docherty Pacer or Chaser? (April 5, 2012)

Mind Games: Racing for a Reason (May 1, 2012)

Mind Games: Confronting Mother Nature (June 5, 2012)

3 Comments

  1. TJ Fixman says:

    Today I woke up and faced something terrible. The kind of thing you see on the news and think “That poor shmuck. Thank God that didn’t happen to me.” But then you realize God is an angry, vengeful bastard who wants to smack you in the face with the karma stick.

    It’s in those moments we’re forced to look inside ourselves and decide: Will this beat me? Is this my iron man? In this morning’s case, yes, it was. Because when I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, I realized:

    I was out of coffee.

    Maybe you heard the screams. Perhaps my cry of pain transcended the smog blanket of Los Angeles and reminded you what it was to fear something again. If you did, that was me, and I apologize. But my supply of French Vanilla coffee was depleted, and I had a decision to make: go to work without my morning coffee, or venture forth into the unknown and brave unimaginable dangers to find it.

    So I ventured forth, walking along the icy 70-degree sidewalk of Arch drive that connects to Ventura blvd, flannel pajamas daring the city’s hidden evil to show it’s face and try me. I was armed with nothing but my Chase checking card and iron will. I SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED!! I shouted to the sky. And a bum yelled back: SHUT THE FUCK UP I’M TRYING TO SLEEP.

    I ran as fast as I could – not because I was scared he would rape me, but because I once saw him take a shit in the alley by my house and I’m 88% sure he used his hands to wipe. I kept running until my heart pumped battery acid and my muscles ached (took about 50 yards). Finally, I kicked open the door to the local 7-11 and shouted to the clerk SINGH ZINGAFHANAN JR. “Kind vendor! Thou doth haveth something I wanteth!” And he nodded. “Here, my white pasty friend,” he said, “take this coffee and be merry. Thank you, come again.”

    The bounty was mine. No longer did caffeine withdrawal loom over my head like the fated blade of Damocles. The monster had retreated back into it’s cave, and I was satiated.

    And that, my dear friend, was my iron man.

    TJ Fixman
    Resident Badass

  2. Caitlin Farrell says:

    Can my Ironman also be my El Guapo?

  3. Citizen X says:

    Last night at work myself and two other officers fought three suspects that each weighed 300 pounds apiece whom didn’t feel like this was a good night to go to jail. During my “encounter” I found myself thinking about how a 26.2 mile run would feel like in comparison. I decided I’d rather be in this fight than run a marathan.

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