I have to finish a paper by noon today, but am I focused intently on it?
Nope!
Why not, you might ask? Well, this diagram should help explain it:
Here I sit, blank screen before me…
I’m 36 for really real now!
Honestly, my brain kinda glazed over being 35. That has nothing to do with my state of consciousness in the last year or how many donuts I’ve eaten since last October 19th, but it never quite sank in. I remember bowling with a group of people this summer and one girl was sure she was the oldest one there. I disagreed, then said I was 36. “Well, I’m turning 36 in a couple months…”
Maybe it’s because part of me thinks 62 is cooler than 7 x 5—I’ve got a little bit of math geek in me—but it feels like I’ve been attached to 36 for a long time instead of embracing the entirety of age 35. As things stand, here I am, not dead yet, but getting older every second. The only consolation I can think of at the moment? I don’t have to worry about remembering “in a couple months” anymore.
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Drink up!
There’s no such thing as ice-cold water. If the water was as cold as ice, it’d be ice.
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Crazy sweeps the competition!
If you go back and look at “Crazy” posts in the last few years, you’ll see a handful of entries about how my little brother Justin and Team WEDALI have kicked some major adventure racing ass. Well, they can’t accomplish much more than they have in the last two weeks:
In 2012, WEDALI became the first team to win both the USARA National and the Checkpoint Tracker Championships.
(Admittedly, this is only Checkpoint Tracker’s third championship race, but given that WEDALI won it last year and this year, that’s pretty damn impressive.)
So pretty much all I can say at this point is… wow. And congratulations to Justin, his wife Molly and all of Team WEDALI!
Just for fun, here’s a video of the team crossing the finish line this morning (and I’m proud to say that yes, that’s my little brother dropping his bike and cackling wildly… I can’t imagine why people might think we’re related).
