The Handsome Man with Athletic Thighs
Running In Circles
 
Thursday, December 7th

A vendor came to my work to give a demonstration today. If he'd been wearing a Faema jersey, he could have passed for Eddy Merckx. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about cycling.
 
 
Wednesday, December 6th


I had a pretty crazy weekend. It started with an orienteering meet near the airport. I showed up early to put in some time volunteering. I worked registration, and I managed to sign someone up under every category, including the discontinued "Frequent-O Card." When I competed on the course, I did fairly poor. I managed to completely botch control #14, losing around six minutes. With the addition of the many 20 to 30 second errors I made along the way, I posted a slow time. I enjoyed the course, though.

After the orienteering, I helped J-Glo move. He scored a job in Richmond, Virginia, and he needed to clear out his apartment in Seattle. Mission accomplished. The two Pyramid Snowcaps I had afterward were more than ample payment.

Sunday, Jake and I flew down to Denver. We kicked around town for a bit, hit up the Wynkoop Brewpub (excellent beer and food, in my opinion), and then journeyed over to Invesco Field at Mile High to watch the Seahawks take on the Broncos. Jake, his sister Jill, and I were wearing our Seahawk's gear, and therefore faced a little bit of heckling along the way. I have to admit, I found the frequent shouts of "Seahawks suck," rather banal and unoriginal.

The number of other fans in Seahawks gear surprised me. I enjoyed that anytime I saw someone in a Seahawks hat, jersey, or sweatshirt, I made a new best friend. I've never experienced camaraderie like that at a home game. The temperatures dipped into the teens during the game. I feared I would get too cold, but, with the exception of numb toes, I felt fine. The first half of the game was a dreadful affair of errors and sloppiness, but the second half more than made up for it. I was hoarse the next day from all the shouting. Best of all, the Seahawks eked out a win.

Here's a photo from the game. Cory, Jill's husband, took the picture. He was wearing Bronco's gear, so it's best he doesn't appear. I'm the bundled-up guy on the right. (I forgot my camera, so I had to poach the picture from Jake. He wrote up an account of the game, which makes an interesting read.)

It was cold.
 
Sometimes I feel like I'm breathing underwater.