Happy Bastille Day! Six years of blogging.... albeit only with random, infrequent updates. Mostly to do with running.

'Cuz... you know. That's my thing, these days. I mean... don't get me wrong -- it's not all I've been up to, but yeah...

It's kinda gobbled up my life. In a good way.

So... on the eve of my 33rd birthday, I'm getting set to take the plunge into the void once again with the Tahoe Rim Trail 50 Miler. Should be pretty epic... I have no idea if I'm ready, but since I survived Zane Grey, I'm kinda feeling like I can survive anything.

Training has been going... well... ok. Summertime in AZ is pretty brutal, so I've turned my attention, at least somewhat, towards swimming. I've been hanging out a lot of evenings at the El Dorado pool, swimming on and off with a buncha pretty serious triathletes. It goes without saying that they're kicking my ass... but it remains fun, nonetheless.

Did I really only run 133 miles in June? (That did include the San Diego rock 'n' Roll Marathon). Have I really only done 54 miles this month?

Ahh well.. been getting up Camelback a lot, doing it in the morning with the dog before work. No major injuries as of late, but I did crack my sunglasses in half yesterday morning when I went headfirst into a cliff. I can't believe I didn't end up with a bigger lump on my head... luckily, no one was around to see it.

It was the hat's fault. That's been the big thing that I learned lately -- wearing a hat and a white shirt when it's hot out really, really helps out. Who knew that all those people who told me that were actually right?

I fall fairly frequently on the descent, especially on the Echo side... but I wasn't paying attention as I was climbing Echo and the hat was blocking my peripheral vision. Basically, I hiked straight into one of the overhanging rocks. Ouch!

Anyway... random adventures have been afoot recently. In the coincidence of the century, I ended up at Felix Sutanto's wedding, someone I went to high school with many years ago and many thousands of miles away. (It's a long story, but apparently we're both moving in the right circles.)

I also foiled a beer run at Circle K the other night. Here's what happened:

So... I stop by Circle K at 68th and McDowell to buy a six pack of soda after a nice evening out.

I make my purchase and I'm on my way out and right after I hop in my car and start to pull away, this kid runs out -- maybe 12 years old -- with two cases of bud light in tow. Almost immediately, the Circle K clerk runs out and I'm like, "He went that way!" signaling the direction he ran off in...

Before I really knew what was going on, the Circle K dude hops in car and is like, "Get him!"

What do you do in that situation? I mean... it's not like I'm gonna go, "Uhh... I dunno if I feel comfortable with that..."

So, we take off down an alley in a low speed pursuit. The kid drops the beer and we continue to follow him 'till he gets clever and runs through an apartment complex.

Now, it's hardly my place to run down some kid on foot... so we just kinda let him go and called the cops. I think we succeeded in scaring the shit out him though... (For the record, that makes me a vigilante, not a narc.)

In other news... my coworker Pete made the news!.