Swimming: Day 4
Wine with dinner put me to sleep on the couch, but vanity woke me at 3am and I made it to the pool. Sixteen laps, officially the halfway distance mark, though at half the speed I need. Not bad for the fourth trip.
Curtis Jones
Swimming: Day 3
Eleven laps before my right side gave out (it's always the right side; I may end up lopsided). The goal is now official: a mile in thirty minutes. And what are goals without presents? I've got my eye on a bone-conduction swimming mp3 player.
Swimming: Days 1 and 2
Day one: five laps with frequent breaks. Day two: eight, with less effort. A mile means thirty-two laps, so I have a long way to go, though at this rate of progress I'll be swimming many miles a day by month's end.
Ain't that always the way....
A call from my pastor: someone supposedly wreaked havoc on the church network over the weekend, allegedly an on-site intrusion. The actual crime appears to be a router reset to factory defaults. And of course, suspicion lands on me, the guy who just got back in town.
Starting Over
Signed up at the 24/7 fitness place with the pools. Last time I swam was the summer of 2005, sharing the retard lane and coveting some guy's $200 cranial mp3 player. It'll take months to get back to being disappointed with my results. I can't wait.
The Most Amazing Thing Ever
I found the most amazing gym ever: indoor and outdoor pools, ten minutes from home, open 24/7. When I'm sick of working at 3am, I can be swimming laps fifteen minutes later. I'm never moving. (Plus, some choice quotes on why XML is like violence.)
Abode
Got a new place in Alpharetta. Space won out over location. The lease starts tomorrow, the POD arrives Thursday, Comcast shows Friday. This is going to be a psychotic weekend.
Michael Jackson...
...he touched us all.
Liberty Ridge ... Our Summit Camp
After summitting we set up camp in the saddle at 13,500 feet, between Liberty Cap and the true summit. Flat, spacious, sheltered from the wind, everything I could ask for. A shame we only stayed one night.
Liberty Ridge ... Done
Rainier by Liberty Ridge: brutal and amazing at once. Rockfall to the head and arm, a torn-up shoulder, ice climbing above a 6,000-foot drop, and a glissade so fast I flew past everyone. None of my other climbs even compares. Here's the day-by-day.