I hadn't written for awhile. I did however feed the scientists on Mt. Adams. This trip was a lot better than last week's — I was able to climb the mountain in 2.5 hours. I was truly on a mission. However, carrying a bunch of mineral samples down the mountain is not a fun thing. I went to glissade down a glacier, but with 60 pounds of rocks attached you tend to add a little more momentum than anticipated. I basically flew down the glacier, almost losing control — had to dig my feet in hard to stop before hitting the rocks at the bottom. Total time of the slide: 30 seconds for a distance of 1,000 feet.

I also learned that if a shortcut on a map looks too good to be true, it probably is. I got lost on logging roads, almost ran out of gas, and the trip back to Seattle took seven hours instead of 4.5. I did stop at Ape Cave near Mt. St. Helens — supposedly the longest lava tube in the country. When I turned off my light inside I had no concept of direction. Made it back to Seattle just in time to watch the Mariners lose another game.

I have been a busy dog at work and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Six days a week for at least the next month. In the past week I've had to deal with everybody from the New York Yankees to Al Gore and friends. While it may seem cool to be around these people, the reality is that I just want to black out my windows, lock the dead bolt, and unplug the phone — not to mention the fort I like to make out of my couch cushions, which I put in the closet. It is there that I rock back and forth until the evil goes away.

My schedule this week: work until late Sunday, get up early Monday and run a half marathon with my friend Katherine, then go directly to work. I am not worried about the run, but am worried about the fourth hour of work when all my systems start to crash.

Mission complete! I finished the Super Jock n Jill half marathon. About 1,500 people. My time was 2:11 — a rate of 10:01 per mile, exactly what I set as my target. The winner ran it in 1:07:54. We really don't have the same body structure, so I don't think I could ever be that guy. The Portland Marathon is just around the corner.

The University of Miami came to town for their #4 team, and they've been a pain at work. I think they will lose tomorrow, but Vegas says they won't. That's really how it goes — you're happy for new groups and want them comfortable, but then they turn into big nasty monsters and you lose your mind.

In other news, the trip to South East Asia is postponed. I am instead going back to Europe — Copenhagen won on price.

Right now there is a crime drama unfolding outside my window. Three people at the bus stop, a fight, and then: Transit cops, the mental health van (already full of people!), an ambulance, and the regular Seattle police. They put one guy in a straight jacket. This is better than TV.

Tomorrow I will run 18 miles — I have never run 18 miles before. When people ask where I'm going to run, the only answer I have is: everywhere.

The Sydney Olympics have started! I've had to resort to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation for coverage — the best North American coverage, and it's live. Training for my marathon is still on target, no injuries (knock on wood). My plan is to knock off two marathons then try a triathlon. Also running a 5K race for Breast Cancer this Sunday.

Mission complete: 20 miles. Time and pace on target. I am happy with the longest training run of my programme and will now begin to taper off before the big day on October 1st. October 1st is also the last day of the Olympics — they finish with, ironically, the marathon.

Other than the running, I was also sure to vote. I felt like such a geek at the polling place with my little book — had read it cover to cover and made my decisions in an intelligent manner.

Now I know why runners wear band-aids on their nipples. I didn't learn this lesson until I returned from my second 20-mile run. When I took off my shirt I saw two red lines — and sure enough, they were dripping blood. What a weird thing to have happen. I think for the marathon I will wear band-aids.

I am going to start tapering off now, but will run a "short" 10 miles on Tuesday, and then no more running until the big day. I think my mountaineering experience has helped prepare me for this event. When I run I am basically at sea level, and don't have a 50-pound pack on.

I hadn't written for awhile. I did however feed the scientists on Mt. Adams. This trip was a lot better than last week's — I was able to climb the mountain in 2.5 hours. I was truly on a mission. However, carrying a bunch of mineral samples down the mountain is not a fun thing. I went to glissade down a glacier, but with 60 pounds of rocks attached you tend to add a little more momentum than anticipated. I basically flew down the glacier, almost losing control — had to dig my feet in hard to stop before hitting the rocks at the bottom. Total time of the slide: 30 seconds for a distance of 1,000 feet.

I also learned that if a shortcut on a map looks too good to be true, it probably is. I got lost on logging roads, almost ran out of gas, and the trip back to Seattle took seven hours instead of 4.5. I did stop at Ape Cave near Mt. St. Helens — supposedly the longest lava tube in the country. When I turned off my light inside I had no concept of direction. Made it back to Seattle just in time to watch the Mariners lose another game.

I have been a busy dog at work and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Six days a week for at least the next month. In the past week I've had to deal with everybody from the New York Yankees to Al Gore and friends. While it may seem cool to be around these people, the reality is that I just want to black out my windows, lock the dead bolt, and unplug the phone — not to mention the fort I like to make out of my couch cushions, which I put in the closet. It is there that I rock back and forth until the evil goes away.

My schedule this week: work until late Sunday, get up early Monday and run a half marathon with my friend Katherine, then go directly to work. I am not worried about the run, but am worried about the fourth hour of work when all my systems start to crash.

Mission complete! I finished the Super Jock n Jill half marathon. About 1,500 people. My time was 2:11 — a rate of 10:01 per mile, exactly what I set as my target. The winner ran it in 1:07:54. We really don't have the same body structure, so I don't think I could ever be that guy. The Portland Marathon is just around the corner.

The University of Miami came to town for their #4 team, and they've been a pain at work. I think they will lose tomorrow, but Vegas says they won't. That's really how it goes — you're happy for new groups and want them comfortable, but then they turn into big nasty monsters and you lose your mind.

In other news, the trip to South East Asia is postponed. I am instead going back to Europe — Copenhagen won on price.

Right now there is a crime drama unfolding outside my window. Three people at the bus stop, a fight, and then: Transit cops, the mental health van (already full of people!), an ambulance, and the regular Seattle police. They put one guy in a straight jacket. This is better than TV.

Tomorrow I will run 18 miles — I have never run 18 miles before. When people ask where I'm going to run, the only answer I have is: everywhere.

The Sydney Olympics have started! I've had to resort to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation for coverage — the best North American coverage, and it's live. Training for my marathon is still on target, no injuries (knock on wood). My plan is to knock off two marathons then try a triathlon. Also running a 5K race for Breast Cancer this Sunday.

Mission complete: 20 miles. Time and pace on target. I am happy with the longest training run of my programme and will now begin to taper off before the big day on October 1st. October 1st is also the last day of the Olympics — they finish with, ironically, the marathon.

Other than the running, I was also sure to vote. I felt like such a geek at the polling place with my little book — had read it cover to cover and made my decisions in an intelligent manner.

Now I know why runners wear band-aids on their nipples. I didn't learn this lesson until I returned from my second 20-mile run. When I took off my shirt I saw two red lines — and sure enough, they were dripping blood. What a weird thing to have happen. I think for the marathon I will wear band-aids.

I am going to start tapering off now, but will run a "short" 10 miles on Tuesday, and then no more running until the big day. I think my mountaineering experience has helped prepare me for this event. When I run I am basically at sea level, and don't have a 50-pound pack on.

I hadn't written for awhile. I did however feed the scientists on Mt. Adams. This trip was a lot better than last week's — I was able to climb the mountain in 2.5 hours. I was truly on a mission. However, carrying a bunch of mineral samples down the mountain is not a fun thing. I went to glissade down a glacier, but with 60 pounds of rocks attached you tend to add a little more momentum than anticipated. I basically flew down the glacier, almost losing control — had to dig my feet in hard to stop before hitting the rocks at the bottom. Total time of the slide: 30 seconds for a distance of 1,000 feet.

I also learned that if a shortcut on a map looks too good to be true, it probably is. I got lost on logging roads, almost ran out of gas, and the trip back to Seattle took seven hours instead of 4.5. I did stop at Ape Cave near Mt. St. Helens — supposedly the longest lava tube in the country. When I turned off my light inside I had no concept of direction. Made it back to Seattle just in time to watch the Mariners lose another game.

I have been a busy dog at work and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Six days a week for at least the next month. In the past week I've had to deal with everybody from the New York Yankees to Al Gore and friends. While it may seem cool to be around these people, the reality is that I just want to black out my windows, lock the dead bolt, and unplug the phone — not to mention the fort I like to make out of my couch cushions, which I put in the closet. It is there that I rock back and forth until the evil goes away.

My schedule this week: work until late Sunday, get up early Monday and run a half marathon with my friend Katherine, then go directly to work. I am not worried about the run, but am worried about the fourth hour of work when all my systems start to crash.

Mission complete! I finished the Super Jock n Jill half marathon. About 1,500 people. My time was 2:11 — a rate of 10:01 per mile, exactly what I set as my target. The winner ran it in 1:07:54. We really don't have the same body structure, so I don't think I could ever be that guy. The Portland Marathon is just around the corner.

The University of Miami came to town for their #4 team, and they've been a pain at work. I think they will lose tomorrow, but Vegas says they won't. That's really how it goes — you're happy for new groups and want them comfortable, but then they turn into big nasty monsters and you lose your mind.

In other news, the trip to South East Asia is postponed. I am instead going back to Europe — Copenhagen won on price.

Right now there is a crime drama unfolding outside my window. Three people at the bus stop, a fight, and then: Transit cops, the mental health van (already full of people!), an ambulance, and the regular Seattle police. They put one guy in a straight jacket. This is better than TV.

Tomorrow I will run 18 miles — I have never run 18 miles before. When people ask where I'm going to run, the only answer I have is: everywhere.

The Sydney Olympics have started! I've had to resort to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation for coverage — the best North American coverage, and it's live. Training for my marathon is still on target, no injuries (knock on wood). My plan is to knock off two marathons then try a triathlon. Also running a 5K race for Breast Cancer this Sunday.

Mission complete: 20 miles. Time and pace on target. I am happy with the longest training run of my programme and will now begin to taper off before the big day on October 1st. October 1st is also the last day of the Olympics — they finish with, ironically, the marathon.

Other than the running, I was also sure to vote. I felt like such a geek at the polling place with my little book — had read it cover to cover and made my decisions in an intelligent manner.

Now I know why runners wear band-aids on their nipples. I didn't learn this lesson until I returned from my second 20-mile run. When I took off my shirt I saw two red lines — and sure enough, they were dripping blood. What a weird thing to have happen. I think for the marathon I will wear band-aids.

I am going to start tapering off now, but will run a "short" 10 miles on Tuesday, and then no more running until the big day. I think my mountaineering experience has helped prepare me for this event. When I run I am basically at sea level, and don't have a 50-pound pack on.

I hadn't written for awhile. I did however feed the scientists on Mt. Adams. This trip was a lot better than last week's — I was able to climb the mountain in 2.5 hours. I was truly on a mission. However, carrying a bunch of mineral samples down the mountain is not a fun thing. I went to glissade down a glacier, but with 60 pounds of rocks attached you tend to add a little more momentum than anticipated. I basically flew down the glacier, almost losing control — had to dig my feet in hard to stop before hitting the rocks at the bottom. Total time of the slide: 30 seconds for a distance of 1,000 feet.

I also learned that if a shortcut on a map looks too good to be true, it probably is. I got lost on logging roads, almost ran out of gas, and the trip back to Seattle took seven hours instead of 4.5. I did stop at Ape Cave near Mt. St. Helens — supposedly the longest lava tube in the country. When I turned off my light inside I had no concept of direction. Made it back to Seattle just in time to watch the Mariners lose another game.

I have been a busy dog at work and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Six days a week for at least the next month. In the past week I've had to deal with everybody from the New York Yankees to Al Gore and friends. While it may seem cool to be around these people, the reality is that I just want to black out my windows, lock the dead bolt, and unplug the phone — not to mention the fort I like to make out of my couch cushions, which I put in the closet. It is there that I rock back and forth until the evil goes away.

My schedule this week: work until late Sunday, get up early Monday and run a half marathon with my friend Katherine, then go directly to work. I am not worried about the run, but am worried about the fourth hour of work when all my systems start to crash.

Mission complete! I finished the Super Jock n Jill half marathon. About 1,500 people. My time was 2:11 — a rate of 10:01 per mile, exactly what I set as my target. The winner ran it in 1:07:54. We really don't have the same body structure, so I don't think I could ever be that guy. The Portland Marathon is just around the corner.

The University of Miami came to town for their #4 team, and they've been a pain at work. I think they will lose tomorrow, but Vegas says they won't. That's really how it goes — you're happy for new groups and want them comfortable, but then they turn into big nasty monsters and you lose your mind.

In other news, the trip to South East Asia is postponed. I am instead going back to Europe — Copenhagen won on price.

Right now there is a crime drama unfolding outside my window. Three people at the bus stop, a fight, and then: Transit cops, the mental health van (already full of people!), an ambulance, and the regular Seattle police. They put one guy in a straight jacket. This is better than TV.

Tomorrow I will run 18 miles — I have never run 18 miles before. When people ask where I'm going to run, the only answer I have is: everywhere.

The Sydney Olympics have started! I've had to resort to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation for coverage — the best North American coverage, and it's live. Training for my marathon is still on target, no injuries (knock on wood). My plan is to knock off two marathons then try a triathlon. Also running a 5K race for Breast Cancer this Sunday.

Mission complete: 20 miles. Time and pace on target. I am happy with the longest training run of my programme and will now begin to taper off before the big day on October 1st. October 1st is also the last day of the Olympics — they finish with, ironically, the marathon.

Other than the running, I was also sure to vote. I felt like such a geek at the polling place with my little book — had read it cover to cover and made my decisions in an intelligent manner.

Now I know why runners wear band-aids on their nipples. I didn't learn this lesson until I returned from my second 20-mile run. When I took off my shirt I saw two red lines — and sure enough, they were dripping blood. What a weird thing to have happen. I think for the marathon I will wear band-aids.

I am going to start tapering off now, but will run a "short" 10 miles on Tuesday, and then no more running until the big day. I think my mountaineering experience has helped prepare me for this event. When I run I am basically at sea level, and don't have a 50-pound pack on.

I hadn't written for awhile. I did however feed the scientists on Mt. Adams. This trip was a lot better than last week's — I was able to climb the mountain in 2.5 hours. I was truly on a mission. However, carrying a bunch of mineral samples down the mountain is not a fun thing. I went to glissade down a glacier, but with 60 pounds of rocks attached you tend to add a little more momentum than anticipated. I basically flew down the glacier, almost losing control — had to dig my feet in hard to stop before hitting the rocks at the bottom. Total time of the slide: 30 seconds for a distance of 1,000 feet.

I also learned that if a shortcut on a map looks too good to be true, it probably is. I got lost on logging roads, almost ran out of gas, and the trip back to Seattle took seven hours instead of 4.5. I did stop at Ape Cave near Mt. St. Helens — supposedly the longest lava tube in the country. When I turned off my light inside I had no concept of direction. Made it back to Seattle just in time to watch the Mariners lose another game.

I have been a busy dog at work and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Six days a week for at least the next month. In the past week I've had to deal with everybody from the New York Yankees to Al Gore and friends. While it may seem cool to be around these people, the reality is that I just want to black out my windows, lock the dead bolt, and unplug the phone — not to mention the fort I like to make out of my couch cushions, which I put in the closet. It is there that I rock back and forth until the evil goes away.

My schedule this week: work until late Sunday, get up early Monday and run a half marathon with my friend Katherine, then go directly to work. I am not worried about the run, but am worried about the fourth hour of work when all my systems start to crash.

Mission complete! I finished the Super Jock n Jill half marathon. About 1,500 people. My time was 2:11 — a rate of 10:01 per mile, exactly what I set as my target. The winner ran it in 1:07:54. We really don't have the same body structure, so I don't think I could ever be that guy. The Portland Marathon is just around the corner.

The University of Miami came to town for their #4 team, and they've been a pain at work. I think they will lose tomorrow, but Vegas says they won't. That's really how it goes — you're happy for new groups and want them comfortable, but then they turn into big nasty monsters and you lose your mind.

In other news, the trip to South East Asia is postponed. I am instead going back to Europe — Copenhagen won on price.

Right now there is a crime drama unfolding outside my window. Three people at the bus stop, a fight, and then: Transit cops, the mental health van (already full of people!), an ambulance, and the regular Seattle police. They put one guy in a straight jacket. This is better than TV.

Tomorrow I will run 18 miles — I have never run 18 miles before. When people ask where I'm going to run, the only answer I have is: everywhere.

The Sydney Olympics have started! I've had to resort to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation for coverage — the best North American coverage, and it's live. Training for my marathon is still on target, no injuries (knock on wood). My plan is to knock off two marathons then try a triathlon. Also running a 5K race for Breast Cancer this Sunday.

Mission complete: 20 miles. Time and pace on target. I am happy with the longest training run of my programme and will now begin to taper off before the big day on October 1st. October 1st is also the last day of the Olympics — they finish with, ironically, the marathon.

Other than the running, I was also sure to vote. I felt like such a geek at the polling place with my little book — had read it cover to cover and made my decisions in an intelligent manner.

Now I know why runners wear band-aids on their nipples. I didn't learn this lesson until I returned from my second 20-mile run. When I took off my shirt I saw two red lines — and sure enough, they were dripping blood. What a weird thing to have happen. I think for the marathon I will wear band-aids.

I am going to start tapering off now, but will run a "short" 10 miles on Tuesday, and then no more running until the big day. I think my mountaineering experience has helped prepare me for this event. When I run I am basically at sea level, and don't have a 50-pound pack on.

I hadn't written for awhile. I did however feed the scientists on Mt. Adams. This trip was a lot better than last week's — I was able to climb the mountain in 2.5 hours. I was truly on a mission. However, carrying a bunch of mineral samples down the mountain is not a fun thing. I went to glissade down a glacier, but with 60 pounds of rocks attached you tend to add a little more momentum than anticipated. I basically flew down the glacier, almost losing control — had to dig my feet in hard to stop before hitting the rocks at the bottom. Total time of the slide: 30 seconds for a distance of 1,000 feet.

I also learned that if a shortcut on a map looks too good to be true, it probably is. I got lost on logging roads, almost ran out of gas, and the trip back to Seattle took seven hours instead of 4.5. I did stop at Ape Cave near Mt. St. Helens — supposedly the longest lava tube in the country. When I turned off my light inside I had no concept of direction. Made it back to Seattle just in time to watch the Mariners lose another game.

I have been a busy dog at work and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Six days a week for at least the next month. In the past week I've had to deal with everybody from the New York Yankees to Al Gore and friends. While it may seem cool to be around these people, the reality is that I just want to black out my windows, lock the dead bolt, and unplug the phone — not to mention the fort I like to make out of my couch cushions, which I put in the closet. It is there that I rock back and forth until the evil goes away.

My schedule this week: work until late Sunday, get up early Monday and run a half marathon with my friend Katherine, then go directly to work. I am not worried about the run, but am worried about the fourth hour of work when all my systems start to crash.

Mission complete! I finished the Super Jock n Jill half marathon. About 1,500 people. My time was 2:11 — a rate of 10:01 per mile, exactly what I set as my target. The winner ran it in 1:07:54. We really don't have the same body structure, so I don't think I could ever be that guy. The Portland Marathon is just around the corner.

The University of Miami came to town for their #4 team, and they've been a pain at work. I think they will lose tomorrow, but Vegas says they won't. That's really how it goes — you're happy for new groups and want them comfortable, but then they turn into big nasty monsters and you lose your mind.

In other news, the trip to South East Asia is postponed. I am instead going back to Europe — Copenhagen won on price.

Right now there is a crime drama unfolding outside my window. Three people at the bus stop, a fight, and then: Transit cops, the mental health van (already full of people!), an ambulance, and the regular Seattle police. They put one guy in a straight jacket. This is better than TV.

Tomorrow I will run 18 miles — I have never run 18 miles before. When people ask where I'm going to run, the only answer I have is: everywhere.

The Sydney Olympics have started! I've had to resort to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation for coverage — the best North American coverage, and it's live. Training for my marathon is still on target, no injuries (knock on wood). My plan is to knock off two marathons then try a triathlon. Also running a 5K race for Breast Cancer this Sunday.

Mission complete: 20 miles. Time and pace on target. I am happy with the longest training run of my programme and will now begin to taper off before the big day on October 1st. October 1st is also the last day of the Olympics — they finish with, ironically, the marathon.

Other than the running, I was also sure to vote. I felt like such a geek at the polling place with my little book — had read it cover to cover and made my decisions in an intelligent manner.

Now I know why runners wear band-aids on their nipples. I didn't learn this lesson until I returned from my second 20-mile run. When I took off my shirt I saw two red lines — and sure enough, they were dripping blood. What a weird thing to have happen. I think for the marathon I will wear band-aids.

I am going to start tapering off now, but will run a "short" 10 miles on Tuesday, and then no more running until the big day. I think my mountaineering experience has helped prepare me for this event. When I run I am basically at sea level, and don't have a 50-pound pack on.