Tuesdays with Muerte

I completed a Triathlon today. I use the term "Triathlon" loosely. A Triathlon, according to Wikipedia , is "an endurance sports event consisting of swimming, cycling and running over various distances." Therefore, different types of triathlons have developed over the years ranging from super, super short ones for kids called,"Kid of Steel" or "Ironkid", to the granddaddy of the triathlon family, "The Ironman Triathlon" Yep. 2.4 mi swim, 112 bike, and 26.2 mi run. Insane! I did a medium-short version called a Sprint Triathlon. This includes a 750m (0.5 mi) swim at 24-Hour-Fitness, then a 20km (12.4 mi) bike ride to Utah Lake and back up the Provo River Trail, and finally a 5km (3.1 mi) run up and around Campus. The crazy thing was that I barely even sweat at all. And I know what you're thinking--no, I wasn't dehydrated. I feel fine. The weather helped a lot. It was hazy/overcast and really windy--good for air drying my...

Here is a list of the three things that I would like to buy using the Christmas money that I was given almost 5 months ago. 1. Down Comforter/Duvet. Last time I lived in Carriage Cove, my roommate, Soren Farmer, used a Duvet for his bedding. It was ingenius. Ever since then, I've sort of wanted one of my own. Now that my sheets are finally wearing thin, it is time to invest. (I hope that they will turn out to be my lucky bedding and that I won't have to use them for long before I have to upgrade again, wink, wink.) 2. New Pair of Running Shoes. My sneakers are almost 4 years old. I've done a great job taking care of them. They took me to school everyday for many years. I ran a 1/2 marathon in then. Since then they've become pretty torn up. However, now that I'm getting blisters from the total obliteration of the arch support, it's time to invest in a new pair. 3. Swimming Jammers. If you haven't heard about these before, they are like long Speedos....

Now that radio and television have recently adopted the internet as mediums of distribution, it is only befitting that Waldo (Wally, as he is known in the UK) join the World-Wide, digital party. I recently came across a website dedicated to finding WALDO around the world. The picture example, above, was just recently created. I'll give you a hint where it is; it is in Vancouver, BC. Remember, Google only updates their maps every 3 years or so, so I'm not sure if this 55-foot tall likeness of Waldo has been captured yet. Here are some other GOOGLE EARTH gems that I recently found while searching for Waldo: What is a Bunny doing out in the middle of no where? Is that car parked on the SIDE of the building? Awe! For cute! ---------------- Listening to: Michael Jackson - Bad

As most of you already know, I'm am moving to Carriage Cove in two weeks. Now that I know which apt. I'll be in (#224), I thought it would be a good idea to start attended the new ward so that the ward members who are staying will have a chance to get to know me before the rush of new people come. It was Fast and Testimony meeting today--and we all know that there's no better way for people to get to know me that to bear your testimony! BTW, I thought up a new "testimony opener" on the spot: I walked up to the pulpit. I wasn't very nervous until the moment I opened my mouth. Suddenly, my heart began to pound so furiously I thought it would penetrate my intercostals. I was so startled by this burst of emotion that I began to speak my mind. I reflected, aloud, on the last time my heart throbbed like that and it was earlier last week at 24-Hour Fitness. "It took me a whole 15 minutes to get my blood pumping this fast. Maybe if I share my testimony wi...

Let me first say that I will be eternally indebted to my parents who bought me my first NES when I was 8 years old. I still have the 3 1/2" x 5" picture of me clutching the new box under the Christmas tree with the biggest, most electrifying grin on my face. It sufficeth me to say, I played a lot of video games from then on. Despite my elation, there were negative consequences from playing video games--for too long. I'm not talking about the regret associated with wasting hundreds-to-thousands of hours staring at an inanimate box; I'm talking about the real physical pain derived from dermal irritation of the pulgate against the NES control buttons. The following is a true account of one NES player and his brother who also experience the sweet pain of hardcore video gaming: I developed thumb blisters several times from NES when I was a kid, but the most impressive example of this was my brother. He had been playing some game that required an NEW joystick. He moved h...

Download this FREE acoustic version of Love and Memories by OAR: Heather, I went to X-tina Johnson Duke's house in Pason for a blind date. Christina set me with the very girl who set her up with her husband, Matt Duke. We enjoyed cooking Panda Express Orange Chicken together and ate it with a lovely spinach salad. After dinner, we were playing ping-pong downstairs in their FREEZING, unfinished basement when Christina recounted a funny ping-pong story from our Redmond days: You must have had a group date over to the house or something and were playing ping-pong with everyone downstairs and eating Bugles. (You know, those funnel-shaped Triscuity things.) Anyway, X claims that you were so caught up in the moment during one of your games that instead of popping a bugle, you shoved a ping-pong ball in your mouth! Is that true? I suppose it's just as believable as some of these pix... Trampoline or Photoshop? Bullseye!!! Keep the ball on your eye...

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Today, I slept from 11-3pm. All I can remember from my dream is that I was talking up Inglewood Park to two of my friends. I wanted to go for a walk and to throw around the frisbee. I bragged that Inglewood park had the most beautiful grassy areas and wooded pathways that shimmered like a disco ball because of the sunlight shining through the canopy of maple leaves. My closer was that John Denver grew up playing in those fields. That convinced them. To my utter surprise, as we walked up to the park entrance, there, in his brown cowboy hat, stood JOHN DENVER! "Hey John," I called out to him. "Do you want to come play frisbee with us?" "Sure, just as long as your friends don't mind." We spent the rest of the dream playing a lazy game of catch and enjoying the feel of scattered sunshine on our faces. ---------------- Listening to: The McCoys - Hang on Sloopy