7-7-2012

Just like the mustachio of the past...all good things...

7-6-2012

7-5-2012

7-4-2012

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining one bit. But I'm running out of explanations for being totally under trained and still somehow winning prizes.

7-3-2012

This isn't what it looks like, but considering my immaturity, it might as well be.

7-2-2012

Look.

7-1-2012

I have truck loads of friends.

6-30-2012

I went running and my feet felt like bricks. Then I spritzed with old friends. I think this picture just about covers everything.

6-29-2012

I'm pretty sure this might have been a terrible idea.

6-28-2012

Gatoraid and a hand-held vs. 94 degrees. Here's to trying not to die tonight.

6-27-2012

All I ever think about is the status of my legs. I obsess so much that I might as well post a picture of them.

6-26-2012

Remind me about this picture if I ever forget how "special" my job is.

6-25-2012

Paws this dirty are definitely an indirect admission of guilt.

6-24-2012

Defending my title of the slowest person in my age group that still gets a prize.