SweatWipe.com
text
Here is what our satisfied friends are saying about SweatWipe.
Paul,
I was probably the last guy you sold the SweatWipes to the day before the Boilermaker '07. I have a clean shaven cranium like yourself and I must say they worked great for the Boilermaker--my first 15k race! They are like windshield wipers for the forehead and the great thing is, I didn't need to use my shirt at all to wipe the sweat. Thanks for a great product!
Hey Paul,
Thanks so much for the SweatWipes. What a cool little invention. I just used it on a killer 3 hour indoor trainer ride. Beat the Hell out of using the palm of my hand and flinging the sweat all over my furniture. Followed that up with a 6 mile run in the beautiful 80 degree Colorado sunshine. Even with the hat on it was nice to suck the sweat off my Andy Rooney-like eyebrows before it dripped onto my sunglasses. Depending on conditions, I just might have an Ironman Florida finish photo with the SweatWipe. I'll spread the word, Thanks Again, Joe Turcotte
Paul, You are the man!!!! I wouldn't have made it yesterday if it hadn't been for you and your sag services!
Below you will find the story I wrote to Runners World and Endurance 50. Thanks again for all of your help.
October 16, 2006 Breakers Marathon Middletown, RI
Hello all and thanks for reading this. I'd like to tell you about an amazing adventure that I experienced at the Breakers Marathon with Dean Karnazes and SweatWipe. Today was filled with highs and lows (and I'm not just talking about the hills!)
Before Dean had even arrived the other runners gathered and shared small talk. We were all trying to figure out what kind of runners the others were. Many here came with the intension of running a full marathon while others only planned on running a shorter training distance with plans on completing the marathon at a later date. I am a mix of both.
In reality I had no business attempting the full marathon. I am in week 9 of 20 preparing for the Disney Marathon in Orlando this January. Being a 3-loop course I figured 2 loops would be a great training distance for week 9 (approximately 18 miles.) So I signed up with exactly that intension. Being a captain on a corporate jet, I must admit that I have a rather type A personality. I have found that most people in my profession tend to be the same way. This is a good thing. We are the type that gets the job done.
Every day since theEndurance 50 began I have read Dean's blog with much anticipation. Reading stories of hope, love, overcoming obstacles, and determination gave me a sense of purpose and hope. I wasn't a cancer survivor, nor was a recovering from addiction or one of life's many other troubles. I am a runner. Not a great runner. I've never been accused of going too fast. But I did have drive. Reading all of the previous blogs and comments from both Dean and the other multitudes of inspirational runners I knew that finishing this marathon was something I was meant to do.
My marathon quest came to a screeching halt at mile 21. Nature had placed a call and I answered. I still had the group in site just ahead but now I was behind all of the support vehicles. No problem. The overall pace of the group was not as fast as I normally run and I was confident that I could catch them within a mile or so. As I put my left leg forward to begin running my knee would not bend. It had completely seized up. A recurring ACL issue that had most likely been kept at bay today until I stopped running for a minute. With the group still in sight but slowly getting further away, I began an awkward kind of walk in an attempt to get the knee to get back in the game. I knew I was in trouble. My marathon hope was being dashed as quickly as the group went out of sight. 21 miles. My longest run to date. Now I found myself half way around the last loop with no support, no drink, no gel, a bum knee and four and a half miles to go.
At mile 22 something amazing happened. I was still walking, however it was excruciatingly painful and I was getting slower with each step. Realizing that I probably wasn't going to make it was enough for me to shed a tear. I didn't take the thought of a DNF (did not finish) very lightly. That's when the angel of mile 22 showed up. His name was Paul Serafini. Paul had just run the Hartford Marathon two days prior and came down from Worcester, MA on his own to help out if he could. When he saw me on the side of the road limping along he asked if I needed a ride. A ride. I had to say that to myself a couple of times. What exactly did that mean? Give up after 22 miles? Out of the question. I am a runner. Paul Serafini had something better to offer me than a ride. They say duck tape has a million uses. Today I added another use to my list. Paul jumped out of his truck and proceeded to tape my left knee. Now running would be out of the question. While the pain was certainly under control, my natural gate had been hindered. I would have to walk the last 4 miles.
Earlier in the day I told Dean that I was crossing the finish line no matter what and I meant it. So off I went. 4 miles. I tried to figure out how long that would take me. An hour? Longer? Would Dean already be in Portland, ME getting ready for number 31 when I got to the finish? Paul continued to provide support. Bananas, water, gel. He came prepared. He is THE reason I could continue. At mile 25 the stadium where the finish line was began to come in sight. It was obvious that everyone was gone, except for a few reps from the North Face, Breakers Marathon, SweatWipe, and Endurance 50. I had made it. As I entered the stadium my sister who was my support joined me for my two laps around the track. Those amazing folks cheered me on as I completed the last lap. As I came around the last quarter turn to the finish line I was determined to finish this in something other than a walk. As best as I could I began a slow hobbling kind a run. I crossed the line knowing that I had finished probably the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. And yet, I was already thinking about recovery and the hope to do another as soon as possible!
I started today a runner. Now, I am a Marathon runner. My running world has changed forever. God bless Dean for giving me the inspiration to be part of such an amazing undertaking. Jonathan O'Hara Captain, Netjets Aviation, Marathon Runner
I was probably the last guy you sold the SweatWipes to the day before the Boilermaker '07. I have a clean shaven cranium like yourself and I must say they worked great for the Boilermaker--my first 15k race! They are like windshield wipers for the forehead and the great thing is, I didn't need to use my shirt at all to wipe the sweat. Thanks for a great product!
Hey Paul,
Thanks so much for the SweatWipes. What a cool little invention. I just used it on a killer 3 hour indoor trainer ride. Beat the Hell out of using the palm of my hand and flinging the sweat all over my furniture. Followed that up with a 6 mile run in the beautiful 80 degree Colorado sunshine. Even with the hat on it was nice to suck the sweat off my Andy Rooney-like eyebrows before it dripped onto my sunglasses. Depending on conditions, I just might have an Ironman Florida finish photo with the SweatWipe. I'll spread the word, Thanks Again, Joe Turcotte
Paul, You are the man!!!! I wouldn't have made it yesterday if it hadn't been for you and your sag services!
Below you will find the story I wrote to Runners World and Endurance 50. Thanks again for all of your help.
October 16, 2006 Breakers Marathon Middletown, RI
Hello all and thanks for reading this. I'd like to tell you about an amazing adventure that I experienced at the Breakers Marathon with Dean Karnazes and SweatWipe. Today was filled with highs and lows (and I'm not just talking about the hills!)
Before Dean had even arrived the other runners gathered and shared small talk. We were all trying to figure out what kind of runners the others were. Many here came with the intension of running a full marathon while others only planned on running a shorter training distance with plans on completing the marathon at a later date. I am a mix of both.
In reality I had no business attempting the full marathon. I am in week 9 of 20 preparing for the Disney Marathon in Orlando this January. Being a 3-loop course I figured 2 loops would be a great training distance for week 9 (approximately 18 miles.) So I signed up with exactly that intension. Being a captain on a corporate jet, I must admit that I have a rather type A personality. I have found that most people in my profession tend to be the same way. This is a good thing. We are the type that gets the job done.
Every day since theEndurance 50 began I have read Dean's blog with much anticipation. Reading stories of hope, love, overcoming obstacles, and determination gave me a sense of purpose and hope. I wasn't a cancer survivor, nor was a recovering from addiction or one of life's many other troubles. I am a runner. Not a great runner. I've never been accused of going too fast. But I did have drive. Reading all of the previous blogs and comments from both Dean and the other multitudes of inspirational runners I knew that finishing this marathon was something I was meant to do.
My marathon quest came to a screeching halt at mile 21. Nature had placed a call and I answered. I still had the group in site just ahead but now I was behind all of the support vehicles. No problem. The overall pace of the group was not as fast as I normally run and I was confident that I could catch them within a mile or so. As I put my left leg forward to begin running my knee would not bend. It had completely seized up. A recurring ACL issue that had most likely been kept at bay today until I stopped running for a minute. With the group still in sight but slowly getting further away, I began an awkward kind of walk in an attempt to get the knee to get back in the game. I knew I was in trouble. My marathon hope was being dashed as quickly as the group went out of sight. 21 miles. My longest run to date. Now I found myself half way around the last loop with no support, no drink, no gel, a bum knee and four and a half miles to go.
At mile 22 something amazing happened. I was still walking, however it was excruciatingly painful and I was getting slower with each step. Realizing that I probably wasn't going to make it was enough for me to shed a tear. I didn't take the thought of a DNF (did not finish) very lightly. That's when the angel of mile 22 showed up. His name was Paul Serafini. Paul had just run the Hartford Marathon two days prior and came down from Worcester, MA on his own to help out if he could. When he saw me on the side of the road limping along he asked if I needed a ride. A ride. I had to say that to myself a couple of times. What exactly did that mean? Give up after 22 miles? Out of the question. I am a runner. Paul Serafini had something better to offer me than a ride. They say duck tape has a million uses. Today I added another use to my list. Paul jumped out of his truck and proceeded to tape my left knee. Now running would be out of the question. While the pain was certainly under control, my natural gate had been hindered. I would have to walk the last 4 miles.
Earlier in the day I told Dean that I was crossing the finish line no matter what and I meant it. So off I went. 4 miles. I tried to figure out how long that would take me. An hour? Longer? Would Dean already be in Portland, ME getting ready for number 31 when I got to the finish? Paul continued to provide support. Bananas, water, gel. He came prepared. He is THE reason I could continue. At mile 25 the stadium where the finish line was began to come in sight. It was obvious that everyone was gone, except for a few reps from the North Face, Breakers Marathon, SweatWipe, and Endurance 50. I had made it. As I entered the stadium my sister who was my support joined me for my two laps around the track. Those amazing folks cheered me on as I completed the last lap. As I came around the last quarter turn to the finish line I was determined to finish this in something other than a walk. As best as I could I began a slow hobbling kind a run. I crossed the line knowing that I had finished probably the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. And yet, I was already thinking about recovery and the hope to do another as soon as possible!
I started today a runner. Now, I am a Marathon runner. My running world has changed forever. God bless Dean for giving me the inspiration to be part of such an amazing undertaking. Jonathan O'Hara Captain, Netjets Aviation, Marathon Runner
