If you’re an endurance athlete…
…and you have an entertaining training or racing tale of bravado, craziness or enormous trial & tribulation…
…that you’d like to share in writing and have published in a hard copy book…
…please contact me via e-mail: ben@bengreenfieldfitness.com
Ben Greenfield
More Information:
We’re specifically looking for stories to feature in the hard copy anthology being produced by http://www.enduranceplanet.com, called “Endurance Planet’s Big Book of Bravado – Tales of Extreme Endurance”.
What we will consider for the book are shocking, crazy, humorous or otherwise entertaining stories of ultra-endurance events from triathlon to trail running to anything in between.
If accepted, you and your story would be featured in the book, along with a link to your blog or preferred website. You’ll also be placed on our Endurance Planet affiliate team, meaning that we will pay you 50% of any book sales that you make, using a special trackable link we will provide you with - so there is some nice passive income in it for you as well.
So if you have a unique story you’d like to submit, let me know! E-mail ben@bengreenfieldfitness.com
Ben Greenfield
I’m an endurance athlete with a story to tell. Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. It’ll take a minute so just sit right there and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia I was born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing- all cool. I was shooting some b-ball outside of school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared! She said, “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I Begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, “I might as well kick it.”
Well the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude that looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I thought, “I ain’t trying to get arrested yet I just got here.” I sprang with the quickness like lightning and disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror! If anything I can say this cab was rare, but I thought, " Naw, forget it- yo homes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby, “Yo homes smell ya later!” I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
Well played.
I had a story about my first Half Iron distance race in Flagstaff Arizona. But it didn’t happen in the race. I finished in a thunderstorm in 2008 and walked to my car parked off the edge of the road and got clotheslined from behind by a canoe going 55. Obviously I didn’t die so now it’s pretty funny to think about. They didn’t strap it right to their truck and it was hanging out into the bike lane about my head level. Pretty funny now…
I got one better for you homes…
Now let me break it down here for you, this is how it really happened:
Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. I’d like to take a minute so just spin right along and I’ll tell you how I became the queen of a sport called triathlon.
In Nor California I was born and raised. On the track is where I spent most of my days. Working out, intervals, sweating- all cool. I was swimming some laps outside at the pool when a couple of geeks with M-dot tattoos started talking smack saying I was no good. I got in one little fight and my coach got scared! He said, “You’re moving with to Colorado to train with less Air.” I Begged and pleaded with him day after day, but he packed up my TT Bike and sent me on my way. He gave me my workouts and then he gave me my ticket. I put my iPod on and said, “I might as well kick it!”
Well the plane landed and when I came out, there was a chick that looked like Chrissie W. standing there with my name out. I thought, “I ain’t trying to get beat yet I just got here.” So I trained with the quickness like lightning on the track. I looked for my bike set up on the rack, the top tube said my name and it had a Kona IM sticker on the back! If anything I can say this bike was flashy, but I thought, " Naw, forget it- yo homes, to Hawaii!"
I pulled up to the Energy Lab after hour 7 or 8 and I yelled to my competition, “Yo homes smell ya later!” I looked at my kingdom. I was finally fast. To sit on the throne with Ironman’s best.
thank you.
oh yeah, and @BEN - how long do you want these stories to be approximately?
thanks!
I’ve got at least one. What format? Is PDF ok?
Anything in the 1500+ word range will be considered.
If you have a story worth publishing, giving it away is probably not in your best interest. I realize there is such a thing as charity, but I’m not a huge fan of letting others profit from my work unless it’s a jointly beneficial relationship.
If you have a great story, my advice up front would be to get something in return for your effort.
I’ve spent a lot of money on triathlon books in the past year, and great triathlon stories are probably worth a lot since they are also rare.
Hi Anthony.
We are setting up a very generous commission structure for authors involved in this project.
Cheers,
Ben
bump for this — I still want to know what FORMAT you want the stories in.
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents…”
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“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents…”
reminds me of IMLP 2008…
I’m an endurance athlete with a story to tell. Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. It’ll take a minute so just sit right there and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia I was born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing- all cool. I was shooting some b-ball outside of school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared! She said, “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I Begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, “I might as well kick it.”
Well the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude that looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I thought, “I ain’t trying to get arrested yet I just got here.” I sprang with the quickness like lightning and disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror! If anything I can say this cab was rare, but I thought, " Naw, forget it- yo homes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby, “Yo homes smell ya later!” I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
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These stories will be featured in the hard copy anthology being published in August of 2011 by http://www.enduranceplanet.com, called “Endurance Planet’s Big Book of Bravado – Tales of Extreme Endurance”.
What we will consider for the book are shocking, crazy, humorous or otherwise entertaining stories of ultra-endurance events from triathlon to trail running to anything in between.
Word count: 1500-3000
Format: .txt or Word .doc
Deadline: May 1
Hope that helps!
Ben
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yes - please answer my PM too
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By the way, your profile pic on your website appears to be done in a Zoolander “Blue Steele” theme.
Was this on purpose or coincidence?
Yeah. Coincidence. One of these days I need to get some headshot pics that make me look older than 14.