He just sent me a text that said, “My Boston Qualifier time goes to 3:30 next year…Just Sayin’…”
Apparently, the endurance crack I’ve been feeding him is working (sinister grin).
My goal for 2009-2010?? Get my boy to BOSTON!! (and finish a couple of piddly Ironmans in the process)
I love this picture of the two of us, but just noticed the poor dude in the background by his truck. Did he faint? Is he peeing?