Author: devonpass

I signed up for the Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll Half (recap) when I was in the midst of a “pretty crappy sinus/mucas-y sickness” back in November 2010, so I thought it was only fitting that I sign up for my next half when the last thing I feel like doing in the whole entire world is running.

We’re going sub 2 hours on this one, baby. You heard it here first.

And today I stay home and feel miserable. The World’s Best Boyfriend dropped this off for me on his way to work.

Much needed. I know the term is “upset” stomach, but it feels like mine is pissed.

It was a pleasure for Aaron and me to kick off this Sunday morning with nearly two hours of chatting over coffee with Abel, of 6N6 Challenge fame, who is in town to visit friends and run Warrior Dash.

If you’re unfamiliar with Abel, he’s raised more than $15,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society by running six marathons in six months. Definitely check out his blog and his awesome shop, and donate to his fundraising efforts if you feel so inclined.

And if you ARE familiar with Abel, then yes, he IS as nice and awesome in real life as you would imagine!

Thanks, Abel, for taking the time to meet up! Good luck with Warrior Dash!

So fun!

I keep almost forgetting that tomorrow is WARRIOR DASH!

Abel is doing the same one, but on Sunday. Therefore, I’m going to try to scare the crap out of him with tales of horror.

Thanks to Seattle’s non-existent summer, it’ll be cloudy, in the low 60s and possibly raining during my 11:30 wave. My goal is to get as muddy as humanly possible. Photo evidence will be provided.

I imagine Aaron and I will end up looking something like this, although, you know… brown.

Aaron and I just had lunch at a fancy-schmancy place across from our office (they have fantastic cheeseburgers and truffle fries) and he gave himself a nice steam facial with the hot, lemon-scented towel.

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Check out my dripping-with-pride recap of Aaron’s epic STP ride:

Aaron crushes the 2011 Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic

“There was a fleeting opportunity. A fearless leap of faith. A starting line cloaked in the morning darkness. A finish line hundreds of miles away. And the ride of a lifetime in between.”