Training

Sorry for the lame posting for the last two weeks, I've just been a little dispassionate lately. It's hard to write about stuff when your whole point is, "I don't really care about that."

However, I have been getting more excited about the upcoming mountain climbing season. With our first 14er coming up in about a month, I started training hard on Saturday.

Here is the worst part of the training:

This is Taylor Street, where I live. You might recognize it as the street that Steve McQueen turned into a mole hill in Bullit:

I start at the bottom with my mountaineering pack filled with finance textbooks. Then, I take off in a hard-jog/light sprint to the top. Quantitative Statistical Methods and Investment Analysis & Portfolio Management bring the pain again and again.

Hopefully in a few weeks, I'll be able to do the hill five times in a row, however on Saturday I did it once and went upstairs to puke--twice.

...and I thought it was my lack of magic skills that kept Claudia from going out with me.