31st Annual Marine Corps Marathon
It was a beautiful morning for a run, cool, clear, crisp, to the joy of the 21,000 runners awaiting the starting gun at the 31st Annual Marine Corps Marathon.
As they waited to cross the start line, a few thousand held up by a race-day heart attack, I bid them well. I was not in the pack, I was not at the start, I was in bed, sound asleep. Remember that I am an Olympic distance triathlete, not a marathoner.
Read MoreMovable Type Re-Mastery Recommendations
Yesterday I went to the Six Apart conference on business blogging, and while I didn’t learn anything new – I am a blogging expert of sorts – I did learn new and more efficient ways to promote blogging.
So while the conference wasn’t worth the $150 for the content, though I did enjoy the complimentary quality liquor open bar, I did have an amazing amount of face time with Marissa Levinson to bitch about Moveable Type, Six Apart’s flagship product.
Read MoreCongratulations Jingmei!
Congratulations, Jingmei! Yes congrats. I know that sometimes strikes people as odd, that I would be happy for your wedding, but I am. Very happy. Why shouldn’t I be? It’s not like I dislike you, or even have any ill will.
We tried, we really did. We tried so damn hard, over so long, over such great distances – of space and culture. We tried and we did not succeed. We also didn’t fail.
Failure would be not learning, not accepting, not moving, on. I don’t see us as failure. I see us as life.
Read MoreMy Couch Surfing Cousin
This is my cousin, Jose Manuel, or as I call him, “the Hottest man in Juarez” after we went bar hopping South of the Border a while back.
Now he’s no longer bar hopping, he’s couch-surfing with me. Arriving recently for the start of his first year at GW Law he’s looking to find shared accommodation convenient to the law school at 21st and H Streets.
Its All About the Bike
A year ago, I was excited, I was happy, I was victorious. It was moments after the 2005 New York City Olympic Triathlon, and I crossed the finish line 2:30:51 after I started and I was screaming with joy.
Not only was I a finisher, I was faster than I ever imagined, and I came in several minutes in front of my most dogged competitor, my cousin George. He beat me in the swim but then I took him on the bike and the run.
Fast forward a year and oh how times have changed.
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