Okay, so I’ve been away. Well, really I haven’t. I’ve been right here, and with an almost unprecedented amount of free time on my hands. Work is slow right now, as evidenced by the stories I tell Sarah at the end of the day. “And then, Shatton was like this, and Jorge was like that, and then Reay was like oh no you di’int! And then, AND THEN.” It looks like blogging is more of an outlet then I’ve realized. When I’m crazy-go-nuts busy, I’m dying to blog, but those days where I have about sixteen absolutely free hours, I’m like blogging? I say unto you: meh.
I know I’m cursing myself by saying this, but to make up for the lack of posts I pledge to post something every day between now and our next trip (we leave the 13th). Might be a substantial post, might just be something to the effect of: “How about that Internet, eh? There’s some crazy things on that Internet, I tells ya!”
For now, let me use this post to congratulate Cathy and Isha on running last weekend’s marathon and half marathon (respectively). It was ridiculously fucking hot out, and they finished, and for that they are my heroes. Watching them do it was equally devastating and inspiring.
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Aw yeah.
Sorry.
I had to write that before Reay did.
You know it was inevitable.
I'm proud of both of them.
We'll have to use their example to drive us to finish next year.
Man.
Why did I sign up for that gig?
Meanwhile, I'll flip the script here and say that it doesn't diminish me but in fact makes me even more a man to declare I'll likely never enter a marathon in my life.
That's right. I went there.