A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
I was doing a fundraiser in support of the Water and Sanitation work underway by Engineers Without Borders in Malawi. As part of that, I committed to running a kilometer for each dollar donated in my name. I started this blog to document that endeavor. I ran off about half the distance before the race as part of my training and remained committed to running the rest after the race. Various excuses (and plenty of lack-of-excuses) have contributed to the absence of focus on getting to the end of this, however my resolve has not wavered. Most of my running this summer has been during games of ultimate.
A pleasant run along the beaches of Vancouver with my new roomie on Thursday puts me just over 70% done running the kilometers I have committed to.
I am ready for a run in purple. Name the day Doug. You own kilometers 447 through 496.
Eat Logical Sentences 
No fair. Leave a committment / challenge hanging for 16 months and then spring it on a guy. Such changes since: you’ve learned to use (with wild abandon and alarming frequency) a machete. I’ve had both legs amputated at the knee and replaced with Blade Runners. They work great, thank you, but not on sand.
So: yes, and soon. My people will talk to your people.