Stalking 651

I remember it well, it was a stinking night, we were huddled together underneath a small covered area outside of the Sandpiper pub on the beach in White Rock. The rain was horizontal. Jamie turned to me and said, “I’m doing an Ironman this year.” Here I was, wrestling with the idea of jogging along the prom and up White …

30 Second Bootcamp on the Lake

A few Nachos attempted to do a pathetic workout on the dock of Doug’s cabin on Little Shuswap Lake. I think there was far too much temptation going on from the alcohol and the hot sun to get serious. At least they made an attempt …. we’ll give them a C- !