Well, the triathlon starts bright and early tomorrow. It's the first organized race I've done since high school swim team, and although I'm not concerned about much more than finishing (and having as much fun as there is to be had when running up steep hills is involved), I am a little nervous. So I'm going to travel back to last weekend, where all I had to do was sit back and listen to stories! At least on this blog.
Kevin Kling's younger here than he was when I saw him, but he is still a wonderful and hilarious storyteller. I wanted to find the story about marathons he told at the festival--but I can settle for thunder and lightning instead.