OK… so it’s been 5 years since I updated this so I guess I should freshen up a bit…
I am an old, fat runner who is desperately trying to fight back the tide of time and middle aged spread by staying active and pretending I know what the heck I’m doing with my fitness. This remains the same. I am slightly more fitness aware, but that doesn’t mean much. All it tells me is that I need to work out my will power a little more. I am secretly a wannabe triathlete who is simply in need of a pool to train in and about 3 extra hours a day to get it all in. I think I can now call myself a triathlete. Several dozen triathlons, 2 bikes and even a few podiums later, I’m still making mistakes every race, but I’m racing. This superhero persona is hidden by day as a mild mannered trainer working for the University of Missouri. I teach teachers, librarians and technical specialists how to use the technologies and services my group provides as well as those things that they need to make their jobs and schools better. I get to travel all over the great state of Missouri and meet cool people. It’s a fun job! No change here. Still diggin it!
I bike commute 3 days a week in a desperate effort to save money on gas, am the proud owner of a minuscule Honda fit named “Dinky” and am secretly coveting a Vespa scooter for the warmer summer months. This, unfortunately, will never happen. I have almost completed a complete remodel of my kitchen and dining room and am slowly working my way around the rest of my house. Once the last of the paint is dry I am throwing a huge party and you are all invited. I’m done with the kitchen and you missed the party… Sorry. I mostly sat in a corner and cried. I will never again take on such a huge task alone or without the proper tools. That was stupid. Lesson learned: Sometimes the best tool for a remodel is simply your checkbook.
Hobbies and other stuff:
My lovely wife
Really loud music