BBC News: World Championships 2017: Usain Bolt beaten by Justin Gatlin in 100m final

I saw this on the BBC and thought you should see it:

World Championships 2017: Usain Bolt beaten by Justin Gatlin in 100m final –

I can’t help but feel that I saw this coming. I also can’t help but feel that this could have been avoided, had Usain Bolt focused more on his performance on the track, leaving his celebrity side until after the games. Sadly, I see a certain amount of complacency in this race, which will always be, to most, a loss for Bolt and not a win for Gatlin.

Bolt’s final race will be on Saturday, in the 4x100m. I can see Jamaica winning gold in that one but I don’t see it being a walk in the park, or even a certainty. This time, it is going to take work and not talent.

I wish Usain Bolt all the best in his post-race endeavours. He has brought good times and a good story of athletic development to the questionable sport of sprinting. From the gangly youth he once was to the athlete he is today, he has done himself, Jamaica and the sport proud.

Best of all, he has left a lot of us asking, How fast could he actually have run? It’s both tantalizing and unfortunate that we’ll never know.

Usain Bolt, sir. Up! *tilts hat*


Athletics Weekly Article on Dwain Chambers. August 2nd 2017.

You can find the article HERE.

I think the subject still leaves a bitter taste in the mouth of some athletes but I’m definitely a proponent of change and I think everyone, regardless of their wrongs, should be afforded the time and opportunity to change. Dwain Chambers, in my mind, has used that time and opportunity well, and wisely, with a constant smile.

Picture Credit to Mark Shearman 2014.


Real Kops

The immense energy that flows through a British soccer match is unequivocal. It’s not a moment to be contained in words. It is a moment that can only be experienced. The roar of the crowds, tinged with the physical closeness of the players to the supporters puts success and defeat all within reaching distance, literally!

You shout and cheer. Some even cry as eyes are cast across the field of 22 men battling for victory. Some go down easier than others but, strangely, the real enemy is the man on the other side of the field. You can’t see him but he isn’t one of you. He wears different colours and swears a different loyalty. You both channel your energy through the men, or women, on the field in front like a vicious game of chess. Sometimes checkmate is a handshake. Sometimes checkmate is a glass in the face. Sometimes happens everytime, though. Such is life in real kops.


Breast Cancer in the Spine? Understanding Metastatic Breast Cancer (Huffington Post Article 05/31/2017)

You can find the article HERE and you can read a blog I wrote, in the form of a letter, from cancer, to humanity HERE.

I really urge all my readers to take time to look after your body. I don’t, for a minute, suggest it will stop this disease in its tracks but there are numerous studies that agree on the fact that, not taking care of what you eat and how you live your life can promote a speedy spread of cancer throughout the body.

Watch what you eat (To include the intake of excess meat proteins and other acidic foods). Clear your life of negativity (To include people, habits and situations). CHOOSE HAPPINESS IN EVERYTHING!


Brakes, Rotors and Coca Cola?!

Another question is, who in their right mind pushes to make sales from the physical debilitation of other humans? Is terrorism relative…?


It really is amazing what people put inside their body and the extent of how willingly we destroy our bodies didn’t hit me until the day I ventured, for the first time, to change the brakes and rotors on my car.


In the picture, above, I am on the left and my friend, Tristan, is on the right. He was helping me on my first-time venture.

Underneath the axle, you’ll see a bin filled with a black liquid. The liquid is a combination of rust and road-gunk, removed from the axle, IN LESS THAN A MINUTE, mixed with Coca Cola!

Initially, the rotor was well and truly rusted on to the axle. We had tried hitting it with a mallet, WD-40 and we even tried using the rotor as a jacking point in an attempt to release the rotor from the axle. We were ready to take the car to the garage.

I’d seen several videos of Coca Cola removing rust in different situations but social media is a thing, isn’t it? I suggested that it could be worth the $2 if it saves the cost of the garage replacing the parts for me.
We went to CVS and bought a 2L bottle of Coca Cola and poured 1L of it behind the rotor. There was loud fizzing and, initially, the liquid concoction ran on the floor before we caught it in a plastic bin. Less than a minute later, hoping but not expecting, I gave the rotor two hits of the mallet. The rotor popped free and came off without issue. Crazy!

I’m not a doctor so I am not qualified to give the exact scientific breakdown of what Coca Cola does to the body. You can feel free to click on this LINK and read an article from

Not being a doctor doesn’t exclude me from being a healthy human being, capable of drawing conclusion and creating opinion so my thought is pretty simple. I don’t need to put a liquid inside me that degrades heavy rust and grime on a car axle in seconds! Further, having experienced what I did, what does it make me to give a young child the same liquid? Another question is, who in their right mind pushes to make sales from the physical debilitation of other humans? Is terrorism relative…?


A Random Thought on Eating Meat.

They say you are what you eat and, just recently, I pondered over the eating of meat.

I’m far from being a vegetarian and I’m somewhat inclined to find myself munching on curry goat and stew beef from time to time. However, I’ve been thinking lately that maybe meat needs to go. My intake has greatly reduced over the past 2 months or so but maybe it’s time to call it quits.

Meat isn’t necessary for human consumption. Indeed, we aren’t even designed to have it as regular intake for fuel. My thoughts, though, go a little deeper than that.

If we are what we eat, could it be that relying on something that is dead to fuel ourselves makes us dead too? Science tells us that you can’t make something from nothing. I would have to say then, unless every meal is a miracle, dead food cannot provide the energy to live. Deep? Maybe. But that’s how I’m seeing it.

When we eat meat, our bones are required to break down to balance the acidic proteins that we find in meat. This is a process that should be kept for our immune system and not as a band aid treatment for our pleasure eating.

ALL vegetation is living food, literally. It reproduces itself and works with the body’s systems as opposed to bogging them down with excess calories.

Starches are complex sugars and slow-burning fuel. These should be the basis of our diets, with other fruits and vegetables used for immediate energy requirements, vitamins and minerals (Although, vitamin B-12 aside, a potato contains a complete spectrum of required vitamins to survive).

Am I about to become a vegetarian? I’ve been heading in the direction for a while but who knows? I just wanted to share food for thought…(pun intended!)

Being a Jack of All Trades Makes You a Master of None: Back on the Track!

When I arrived at The College of New Jersey 29th April 2017, there was this feeling of being home. Not physically but, rather, emotionally and psychologically. I hadn’t competed on a track in over 3 years but you can never remove the passion from a man. It’s what we are, not what we do. I was back in a familiar groove and, as I heard the starter’s pistol stir the crowds into applause and cheer, I parked my car, amid the lack of focus from the adrenaline rush surging through me. I felt like I was about to park my car and step into a street fight!

In my 3 year vacation from track competition, forced by lack of good training facilities and an inability to find a team, I’d put my hand to other things, in the hope of finding the right spark to ignite the same passion I have for track and field. Nothing quite cut it, though. Weightlifting, obstacle course racing, triathlons. They all felt limited. I always felt that there was a ceiling I couldn’t push beyond. Not because they are limited in their own right but because they just aren’t linked to my passion. When I was up at 5am, running through the township of Mount Holly, New Jersey, for the sake of performing at a Spartan Race, it all felt so forced and against the struggle. When I was out at 5am, though, picturing myself in a 400m Hurdles race, it was different. It felt natural. It felt like I was supposed to be doing it. There was a distinct revelation that I need to get back in my lane and not just stay in it but MASTER it.

It was a balmy day. Slightly overcast but hot, with little wind. In essence, this was a great day to be a sprinter.
My legs felt like jelly as I slowly jogged around the astro turf soccer field, carrying out little drills to shake the 30mins drive out of my legs. Looking around, I could see athletes of all abilities and ages. There were a few elite athletes having an early-season run, from Trinidad and Jamaica. There were exceptional High School and College athletes, along with the grass roots athletes and people like myself. Coming back to competition after varying lengths of hiatus. The jelly-like feeling in my legs increased, alongside the intensity of the butterflies that fluttered inside, sending me into a familiar euphoric trance, similar to tunnel vision.

My skin began to moisten and I could feel my muscles beginning to lengthen as the temperature, inside, went up a notch. It’s a good feeling to know that you are really ready to perform.


Amid the readiness, my heightened senses noticed the overall tightness of my body, a lack of flexibility in my hips and hamstrings. My neck still ached, having jarred it a few days prior while I slept. I reminded myself that I had next to no sleep the night before and how I’d struggled to eat that morning. Doubt was making it’s usual rounds. But this was a day for me. I’d been here before and knew that all I had to do was rely on myself and the training I’d put in prior to this moment. Doubt is merely an antithesis of Faith. A ‘faith’ against your Faith. It’s a choice as to which one prevails. I chose Faith and stayed in the lane I have chosen to master as I walked to the tent to collect the number for my hip. As, around me, I heard a lot of talk and clamour of people doubting themselves, I stayed silent, resolute, disallowed myself to get into conversation with anyone and only allowed the ‘nod’ when greeted and smiled at. I’m a different person when I’m mastering the lane I occupy.

I was in the 7th heat. Something I was ready for but not fond of. It meant standing in the heat, running the risk of coming off the boil and getting wrapped up in the races of others. I just took myself to the 200m start and continued some dynamic stretching and starts, to keep my fast-twitch fibres on point. On the other side of the track, the starter’s pistol would fire and invoke a surge of adrenaline every time. I can’t even lie. I LOVED it and began to feel confident in the fact that I’d perform that day. Sub-consciously, I counted the heats and, after the 5th one set off, I strolled around the bend with my game face and, by the time I got to the 100m start, it was time to set up my blocks.

I smiled slightly when the starter called us to our marks. There was the familiar air of ego that wafted along the start line, as the athletes around me took a lifetime to steady themselves, carry out a few high-knees and shake out legs that didn’t really need to be shaken out. Me? I was too ready for this moment. I shot out of the blocks twice to check my positioning and feel for glitches and then asked the man in the heat behind me to hold my blocks steady. They were gonna need to be held because I aimed to push them into the day before!

From the ‘set’ position, my mind drew a blank. It turned introvert as I became a pilot, carrying out final checks on this machine that was about to be called into overdrive for the first time in a long time. Feet firmly in the blocks. Shoulders slightly ahead of the wrist. Focus, slightly toward the feet, to keep my drive low (Need to work on this, actually!). Finally, I felt the surge of adrenaline shoot through me as I anticipated the gun. It’s moments like these, when you are mastering your lane, that you live for and thrive on. I can’t overstate how much I missed it.

The gun went and I wasn’t too aware of what was happening until the wind started rushing through my hair. For a moment, though, I drove from being one of the last out of the blocks to the front before I tightened up and was run down to eventual third. In the moment, far from one of my best performances. In perspective of the bigger picture and the journey I’m on, the race was respectable and the performance of note.

I definitely gave myself a good picture of where I’m at with my return to track and, specifically, the 400m hurdles. I have been eating right, sleeping right, hydrating, training right and aim to continue as I continue to master my lane.