• 25 Jun 2007

    …in which my sister kicks a little ass at the Coeur d’Alene Ironman triathlon.

    There aren’t words to describe the inner strength my sister has found in the past year. I can’t remember ever being so proud of someone. Yesterday, Amy capped an incredible journey of perseverance with 140.6 miles in twelve hours, 20 minutes, and 19 seconds. She made it look easy and she smiled the whole way through. At mile 135 we watched a hundred people succumb to walking up the last hill before my sister chugged her way over it. This morning, she said she wasn’t even really sore.

    I’ve posted my photos on flickr.


  • 25 Jun 2007

    … in which our hero goes to Pittsburgh to pack it up/pack it in.

    Last Wednesday morning found me on a flight back to the grad school stomping grounds, this time on a three-day mission to retrieve that pile of material balls-and-chain I affectionately call my “shit.” It took me three long days of packing, loading, and cleaning, but in between I enjoyed happy hours, dinners, and barbecues with some of the best friends an RI dropout could ever want. So thanks go to Dave, Nick, Kate, Loring, Matt, Steve, Marc, and Anne for making an otherwise tedious trip into a rockin’ good time.

    I’m happy to say that my worldly possessions fit into 480 square feet (6ft x 8ft x10ft of trailer space). I’m also happy that my couch has gone on to support the fine, fine asses of one the nicest couples I know, and that my TV stand will help enable the viewing habits of the most dedicated fanboy organized sports have ever known.

    After far too little sleep and just enough fun, I flew back to Seattle on Saturday to continue my end of June exxxtravaganza…