Riding A Note in Time

Well I’m back on the road. Back to Espana. Back to Erin. Her birthday is this Monday, so I am making a quick trip to see her and celebrate her 27th year with her. Although I was just in Spain a month ago, this is a much needed trip for us as we haven’t been doing so well managing the distance the last few weeks. Hopefully some time together will remind us of good we are together.

But the story of Erin and I isn’t the tale I wish to tell today. Rather, I’ve been thinking about the numerous adventures I’ve been on since I turned 18 and left the safety net that is home. It sometimes boggles me how all my trips to different cities, states, countries and continents blend together in a thick, hazy misted memory. Yet, what is amazing is discovering the random triggers not only lifting the fog to reveal a bright, vivid image of what was….but enabling you to relive and feel a stolen moment from time.

Much like Harry Potter falling into the pensive, you’re transported back to a frozen still of memory reenacted where you simultaneously become audience and participant in the memory itself. As such, a flood of emotions wash over you as suddenly as a Pacific tsunami, and you are overcome with familiar emotions of a remembered past. Yet, you are enlightened by new perspective on an old tale, enriching the moment all the more.

I came across this feeling more than a few times recently. For me, the item most often serving as the port key to a forgotten past is music. More to the point - specific songs. So here are six songs that often act as mileage markers along the road that maps my travel in and through life.

Song: “Mainstream”
Artist: Outkast
Album: ATLiens
Moment in Time: October, 1996. Trinity Cross Country Team Travel to Memphis
Feeling: Overwhelmed, lost, floating, searching. But comforted by the music.

I list “Mainstream” mainly because it was the one song from this album that came on with the shuffle feature from my iPod, but most of the non-radio songs from this album take me back to this time. If my life was like the movie Inception, then the ATLiens album was my go-to talisman. It kept me grounded in reality when I felt like I was living through a surreal dream world that was the Trinity Bubble.

While I had always grown up around white folks, going to school at Trinity was definitely a culture shock. I had never been surrounded by people who didn’t share similar interests, ideas, and backgrounds as mine. I struggled to find an outlet. I didn’t find a spot on the basketball team. I stumbled onto the cross country team. Never in a million thoughts did I imagine myself driving in a 12 passenger van through Arkansas on my way to Memphis, TN to run a 5 mile race as hard as I could with a group of people who had never really had much opportunity to be friends with someone who was black or Mexican, or in my case, both. While I was excited by the opportunity to continue a life in sports through college, I was unsure of the path it was taking me on because it was too new and different from comfort zone. The only thing I could do was slide on my headphones, sit at the back of the bus, and get lost in the contemplative lyrics of Dre and Big Boi, who seemed to be in search of themselves, as well. ATLiens, I knew the feeling well.

Song: “Days Go By”
Artist: Dirty Vegas
Album: Dirty Vegas
Moment in Time: June, 2002. Pentathlon camp in COS, deciding to leave Texas
Feeling: Scared, sentimental, holding on to something but knowing I needed to let go.

I was super depressed around this time period. I just had a really bad break-up with my college girlfriend of three years. I had lost my job. Pentathlon wasn’t going as well as I hoped. I felt lost. And this song summed up a lot of that feeling. Plus the video of an older, professional man in a suit break dancing to honor the memory of an old flame is straight money. Love it.

Listening to this song as I type, I can remember coming to Colorado Springs for a pentathlon camp and deciding to simply not go back to Texas. Aside from my family, what was there for me besides bad memories and hurt feelings? I can recall driving around town during the summer, feeling lost, just searching for something from within, knowing I had less than $50 in my bank account. Even as low as I felt about my predicament, I felt hopeful is some way – bolstered by the decision to move to COS and plunge head-first into the rough waters of pentathlon.

Song: “Beautiful”
Artist: Snoop Dogg with Pharrell
Album: Paid Tha Cost to Be Da Bo$$
Moment in Time: October, 2002. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. First international trip for pentathlon.
Feeling: Eyes wide open, hopeful, overwhelmed with excitement

It’s hard to beat the first five seconds of this lick. Pharrell sets it off and the beat jumps in, setting a breezy, upbeat vibe that completely takes me back to Copa Cabana Beach in Brazil. That fall, this song and video came out just in time see me qualify for my first international trip in pentathlon. Brazil isn’t a bad place to pop your travel cherry, that’s for sure. But more than that, qualifying for the competition was incredibly meaningful for me. It validated the decision I made a few months earlier to move to the Springs despite little success in the sport of pentathlon and even less income. But by the time I was heading to Brazil, I had a new job, a room at the OTC, a new girlfriend, experienced snowfall for the first time in a decade (it was only a dusting but I was still amazed), and my time in pentathlon was looking up after beating the top ranked American to qualify. In short, I had a new lease on life and was very happy to see what I could make of it. Next stop, Rio de Janeiro!

Song: “Stem/Long Stem/Transmission 2”
Artist: DJ Shadow
Album: Entroducing
Moment in Time: Jan/February 2003. Canadian Winter Nationals for Pentathlon, Alberta, Canada
Feeling: Focused, centered, relaxed, ready. In my container.

After befriending a few Canadian athletes in Brazil (that’s a PG way of putting it), I was invited to compete in their county’s winter nationals held in the seemingly frozen tundra of Alberta, Canada. I normally don’t get to see much on competition trips, but this time it was a bit ridiculous. I saw the airport, an airport internment room (I had a little gun trouble with the Mounties), snow and ice, a hotel room, more snow and ice, a rec center, more snow and ice, my hotel room again, and more snow and ice. But I wasn’t in Canada to really see anything , I kind of figured there wasn’t much to Alberta and seemed to be right.

I was there to compete. And this was the first time I felt absolutely at peace and ready to compete the night before. I still had the pre-comp jitters, but I was focused and centered on accomplishing the goals I had set forth. I couldn’t quite sleep that night, so I listened over and over to DJ Shadows’s Entroducing, a critically acclaimed hip-hop album that really propelled the drum-and-base instrumental forward as an art form. And this song had me locked in. The end of the song finishes without a beat and fades more into a melody. Listening to it has you feeling like you are living out a moment set to the soundtrack of the Social Network. The music captures you, pulling you into the moment.

The next day, I had one of my better days as a pentathlete, winning the 3k run, having a personal shoot and swim (at the time) and finishing second in the fence. I finished second overall, just missing out on a win by two fencing touches.

Song: “Trouble”
Artist: Coldplay
Album: Parachutes
Moment in Time: July, 2003. Austin, TX. Just won Fencing Nationals, Div 3
Feeling: Sad. Alone. Questioning.

It seems quite paradoxical to win a national fencing tournament and feel depressed afterwards. But that’s where I found myself at the time. I was competing at US Fencing’s Summer Nationals Austin. I had only been fencing for less than two years and romped through the Division III ranks of the competition with little concern for the feelings of the people I slaughtered. The closest a competitor came to me was in a 15-10 bout. Although the level of competition wasn’t very high, I still was on fire relative to my own skill level in a tournament with well over 200 competitors who all had to qualify to be there. And it was a great feeling to win that way.

But afterwards, I just remember winning and having no one to celebrate with. I had just been introduced to this Coldplay album, so I had been listening to it as I drove around Austin, heading to meet a girl I had recently been introduced to. I remember thinking that if success in the sport remained to be like that moment, I was not heading in a good direction. It made me question the point of it all when you don’t have anyone close to you to celebrate with once the medals have been passed out.

Song: “Incident at Gate 7”
Artist: Thievery Corporation
Album: Sounds From the Thievery Corporation
Moment in Time: August, 2008 Beijing China, Olympic Games
Feeling: Do Work Son!

In the first week of working in Beijing for the 2008 Games, a group of staff stopped in at an American owned pizza and sandwich shop. And for a random lunch spot in the middle of China, the place had some crazy chill ambiance. Patrons could tag graffiti notes in marker, young Chinese hipsters came in and out, placing orders and chilling out with friends. And in the background played some serene, down-tempo, drum-and-base music that had you bobbing your head and swaying your shoulders in rhythm. It was just “cool” personified.

One of the women I was with ran the dining services for our high performance center and she found herself vibing to the beat as well and went to ask the manager about the music being played as she wanted something similar for the dining room. A few days later, the store owner came through with three data discs full of similar music. Heavy in the rotation mix was songs from Thievery Corporation.

The music from the instrumentals is perfect throw onto an iPod and go to work to. And since much of my work consisted of solo duties and back and forth travel to the airport, Thiever Corporation got played heavily. With so many memories coming from my work at the airport, is there a better title to a song triggering airport ops flashbacks than “Incident at Gate 7”? As Bama would tell it at the Hot Spot, “Do WORK son!”

Me gusta correr en Espana

Well, I've been back in the States for over a week and haven't even updated my blog - have I mentioned how bad I am about writing and keeping track of my travels?  I would make a great writer for a travel magazine someday....

But now that I am here, I want to write about one of the things I truly enjoyed while I was in Spain.  And since I've been following the blogs of a few runners from my Alma mater Trinity University, this topic will tie in well (not to mention I've been running more lately in a desperate attempt to relive my 400m college running days, eeek!).

 

Before I got to Spain, my girlfriend Erin and her roomie Annie talked about an awesome park that is only about a mile away from their apartment. I was excited because after seeing a few pictures, I could totally imagine E and I taking a lazy stroll around the park and stopping to sip coffee and enjoy life, quietly watching people as they canoodled and snogged, not caring who noticed.  It all seemed very romantic.  Kind of like the way Harry and Sally strolled through Central Park in one of my favorite movies When Harry Met Sally (my secret guilty pleasure are romantic comedies.  And I know it will remain a secret because no one reads a blog I rarely update).  Needless to say, I was excited.

So the first day I got to Spain, I sincerely hoped I could take a nice walk around the park and quickly share a romantic moment with my love.  Unfortunately, I forgot that Erin hates to walk.  Or workout outside.  So my bubble was popped...but not completely destroyed.

I was lucky in that Annie's boyfriend Sean, aka Puff, was also visiting and likes to run.  So when he asked if I wanted to run with him at 8 am the next day, I was in.  Who cares about jet lag!

So by 8:10 am we were off (I run on CP time, thankfully Puff was accommodating). 

And we jogged 10 minutes south down Nunez de Balboa, the street the girls live on in a very posh neighborhood to Parque del Reitro.  And it was as gorgeous as the girls mentioned. 

We entered through a large gate and proceeded to take a nice, easy jaunt around the park.  It took us about 30 minutes to complete a loop around on a nice, gravel trail.  Sean and I had only met once before and we got along pretty well, so this gave us a good chance to catch up, compare notes on long distance relationships, and just chat like guys do on a run.  But more than that, it was a great chance to experience Spain through our own eyes. (Check out this Google Map of the park)


And what a great way it was to see some of the city, particularly, the edges of central Madrid.  More than that, it was easy to feel lost amid the chaotic hustle and bustle of a large international city.  The park had a good number of runners, all dressed as if they were ready to race a marathon, wearing the latest Nike wind gear, dri-fit spandex, running gloves, and i-pods.  But in typical Spanish fashion, they were more about dressing the part than they were about actually running hard or fast. 

And I say that not as knock against Spanish culture. If anything, running around the park and seeing so many unexpected joggers along the trails, walkers enjoying the day, and couples enjoying themselves helped me understand how much Spaniards just love to live.  As Americans, we are obssessed with running certain paces to race certain times and distances, meanwhile, the Spanish seem to run because it is a part of living a healthy, enjoyable, and fulfilling life.

Who cares about running 9 minute miles when you cruise and enjoy the beauty surrounding you and fell all the more invigorated afterwards.  How great is it to run and feel alive after a long day's work and not overtaxed by the need to complete a hard tempo run.  Or to simply take a lazy stroll through the amazing trails in the park with your love because that's what people who love life do. 

Annie and Erin talked a lot about how Spaniards just love life and don't obsess over work and many of the things we Americans do.  And spending a day in Spain, you can clearly understand that.  But taking a 30 minute run through the park helped me see the finer side of that laid back lifestyle.  And I have to admit, I was jealous.  It was one of the few times I could see myself living in Spain and leading a similar life. 

On my last night in Spain before I departed for home, I felt the need to take in parque del reitro one last time.  And it was awesome to see it at night.  Apparently, Madrid has an incredibly low crime rate, so running in a darkened park with little light is no big deal.  The trails are dimly lit on the south side, and lamps aren't needed because the surrounding city provides more than enough light to find your footing.  But I was amazed at how many more runners were out at 8 pm!

I knew that Spaniards start and end their days later than Americans, so it would make sense that people would knock out their after-work running between 7 and 9 pm.  But I was still surprised at the amount of running groups!  Old and young, men and women, all doing slow group runs, running drills, yoga stretches - it was a sight to see.  So much for Erin and Annie telling us that people in Spain don't work out, which I think has more to do with the fact that they don't really workout, so of course, how could they tell if any one else does?  Hahah....but in their defense people in Spain, men and women alike, are very slight in build.  But I think that goes back to what I have been rambling about.  Mainly that Spaniards workout to enjoy a healthier life, not to necessarily look like a cast member on the Jersey Shore or the cover of Runner's magazine.

Anyway, I have rambled on long enough.  I need to head to bed so that I can workout in the morning.  Or at least to get to work by 10 am like they do in Spain.  :)  Until next time....

The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On The Plain

Wow, it has been almost a year since I have tried to do any writing on my various travels. Definitely terrible for someone who claims to enjoy writing.

In any case, my most recent travel finds me in Madrid, Spain, visiting my beloved girlfriend Erin Greene for Valentine’s Day and a much needed vacation. Erin moved out here with her college friend Annie Rennebohm, a little over a month ago. Erin has always wanted to live abroad and lead a charmed international life of travel, wine, food, etc, etc. I think the experience has been a lot different from what she expected in a number of ways, but also very satisfying in others. She will be living here for a year teaching English, perfecting her Spanish, and learning about life. And she is well on her way in all three areas.  To follow Annie's and Erin's adventures, check out their blog "It's All Happening" (also linked to the right). 

But I digress, this isn’t a blog about my girlfriend, I’m, too selfish and egotistical to write about something other than myself when it comes to a personal blog.

My trip started with an early flight out of Colorado Springs - caught an OTC shuttle to the airport around 4:45 am for a 6:30 am flight. I was very happy to leave COS as it was under 10 degrees for the umpteenth time this year. Anyone who knows me understands that I don’t deal well with cold weather. And I define cold as anything less than 60 degrees….

On to Atlanta for a 7 hour layover before catching a direct flight to Madrid. Luckily I had my work computer with me and was able to knock out a few emails and work on a few projects (Glen, if you are reading this, can I use that as time worked and have it not count against my vacation time? :-)). One thread that took up much of my time that I thought pretty interesting was an email exchange with an acquaintance from Brazil whom I met in Athens, Greece. He is researching programming for athletes during the Olympic Games and other major competitions. I imagine he will be trying to implement some of this programming for the 2016 Games that will be help in Rio de Janiero. 10 years ago I was life guarding at Trinity University and now I find myself traveling the world and trading emails about creating programs to educate Olympic athletes…funny how life works. When I stop and think about the random twists and turns in my life and how at each turn I’ve been able to enjoy some amazing experiences I could never imagine, I can’t help but smile and feel blessed.

Sure, I live in a dorm, have more debt than I prefer, make much less than $50k a year, have a girlfriend who lives 5,000 miles away, and experience annoyances with work like anyone else, but for the most part, I love my life and appreciate the journey I have taken. Life can always be better, no doubt, but I fully enjoy where I’m at and who I am because of where I’ve been. I’ve been able to visit a foreign country every year since 2002. Spain marks the sixth European nation I’ve been fortunate enough to visit (I think, could be more, can’t remember at the moment). But I have also been lucky enough to visit every continent outside of Australia. Maybe someday….

Back to my current adventure – I should note that this trip could not happen without the help of Erin’s mother. Ms. Martha Greene, employee of Delta Airlines, was kind enough to help me out with a “Buddy Pass” that provided a sizable travel discount to fly to Spain. And not just fly, but fly in style and comfort. Since the “Buddy Pass” essentially puts you on stand-by for flights, most open seats are likely to be Business Class….so…yeah. I flew Business Class to Spain, complete with mimosa’s, wine, fine dining, socks, my own TV set, a seat that reclines 80% horizontally – all complementary. What a great way to fly.

Fast forward 7 hours and now I'm in the Madrid airport waiting on mi novia. Haha, fast forward another two hours and Erin and I finally catch up with each other. I won't go into details as to why mi amor was late, but let's just say a “non-wild” night out until 5am kept her from being on-time. And sober. But I'm not bitter. Apparently that's the Spanish way of living, or so I'm told. :)

But no matter, now, I am finally in Madrid with the love of my life and happily enjoying the few days we have together. I haven't had the chance to explore much of the city of Madrid (I arrived Friday and it is Wednesday), so I am off to trek around and see for myself what the Spanish have to offer while Erin teaches. I always love this part of traveling, just walking around, getting lost in the moment and the urban atmosphere and seeing what interesting tales a city has to tell – almost like meeting someone new and getting lost in conversation because of the wonderful stories your new found friend shares.

I know this blog wasn't as exciting as some of my past tales.  But I'm a little rusty and pressed for time.  I'll defnitely make time to write more often this week and share a few photos.  But for now, necesito dormir! 
And with that, I bid you nos vamos!

Next stop - Vancouver

Well, it has been far too long since my blog, so a little house cleaning to bring you up to speed.

It’s the first day of March and I am on a United flight venturing towards Vancouver, BC, Canada – sight of the 2010 Paralympic Winter Games. I will be working as part of the US staff delegation form March 1-24th. The Games themselves do not start until March 12th. So why head out so early? Well, my main responsibility with these Games will be to work at the Vancouver airport, YVR, helping take care of athletes, coaches, and staff as they arrive and depart from various parts of the US. It’s a similar assignment to one of the many roles I played in Beijing during the 2008 Games (which seems like just yesterday, can’t believe it was a year and a half ago!).

The main differences this time around:

- Working with 50 paralympic athletes as opposed to 600 able bodied Olympians
- Working with about 75 staff members versus hundreds
- Working by myself at the airport with the support of the VANOC staff (Vancouver Organizing Committee), as opposed to working with another USOC employee and a translator. Although Canadian English might be tricky, I don’t know how I can navigate the “ya know’s”, “a-boot’s”, and “eh’s”.

I also seriously doubt I will have to contend with scores of media trying to get the first pictures of our athletes.

Although the Paralympic Games have been around since 1960, there is little fanfare surrounding them in the US. Most people immediately think of the Special Olympics, which is nothing like the Paralympic Games. Rather than working with mentally challenged athletes, Paralympians are athletes with physical disabilities like missing limbs, spinal injuries causing paralysis, and various other degenerative diseases that limit and/or challenge an athletes physical capabilities.

The Winter Paralympics feature far fewer events and sports – you have sled hockey, curling, alpine skiing, cross country skiing, and biathlon, that are spread over 10 days, as opposed to 17.

Rather than being housed in high performance training center built entirely for the US team like we had in Beijing, I will be living in the Olympic/Paralympic Village this time around, which I am pretty excited about. I didn’t make an Olympic team as an athlete, so this will be the closest experience I get to actually being an Olympian/Paralympian in the Village. We’ll see if all those rumors about vending machines for prophylactics and Caligula style orgies are true – or at least extend beyond the Olympics and feed into the Paralympic Games.

As for Vancouver, I love the city. I had the opportunity to visit in October last year and found it to be one of the most beautiful, enjoyable cities I have ever been to. The city is relatively small, only about half a million in population, and the layout resembles an older suburb. Not many highways or interstates. The downtown area sits on an island and is all high-rise glass. This gives a futuristic, Jetson vibe. I half expect to see cars zooming through the air, spitting out kids in glass shoots heading to school. But alas, not quite yet.

The social scene seems pretty cool and young. Great restaurants and bars. Although, I doubt I will see much of that scene during my time in Vancouver.

In any case, I plan to keep a running log of all that I see and experience here. Stay tuned. Follow some of my live-time updates on Twitter – www.twitter.com/T_Fools2000. For more info on US Paralympics, visit http://www.usparalympics.org/ and/or www.teamusa.org/Fanguide (a site I helped create!).

Enjoy and be well my friends!

Neoclassical Time Traveling

I'm sitting on a bus heading to Olympia, Greece and silently laughing to myself. There is a guy in front of me who is from Singapore and has a haircut similar to what Ron Artest was sporting in the playoffs. He is playing American pop music through portable speakers (which I need to purchase pair, by the way) for a chica from Paraguay who is eating it up like a fat kid at a birthday party.

Behind me sits a guy from the Maldives who I enjoy chatting with about basketball. He loves the LA Lakers and called me Justin Timberlake last night when he saw me in a linen suit.

I can't get over how random my life is at times. I'm currently on the outskirts of Athens, Greece on a coach bus writing this on my Blackberry and marveling at how sport has significantly shaped my life.

As a kid, sports were central to my existance, but like nearly every person, I assumed at some point I would grow up, get a job, and leave the games for kids of younger generations to play.

Yet somehow, sport has remained a fulcrum point in my life.

I remember always being one of the better athletes growing up - not quite the best, but always a standout. However, where I rose above the frey was through my work ethic and intelligence. And that kept me in the game, so to speak. My willing to bust my ass when others wanted to look cool helped open doors, allowing me to extend my sporting life.

After high school, I figured I might have a chance to play college ball at a Div III school as a walk-on, but I was more concerned about my education and was resigned to simply becoming a full time fan of sport and drunkenly taking part in intramural activities. But during my first few days at Trinity University, I was lucky enough to meet some great folks who talked me into running cross country.

And that ended up being a perfect fit for me. Running is a beautifully elegant, yet simple, straight forward sport that rewards a talented person with limitless drive and a bloodthirst for competing. Fast foward 4 years and I found myself competing at the NCAA Track and Field Championships after, capping off a surprisingly successful collegiate career.

But after a supremely anti-climatic final race, I wasn't quite ready to be done. I was in great shape and just realizing my athletic potential.

Lucky for me, one of my closest buddies and teammates was training to make a run at the Olympics in a sport called modern pentathlon. It just so happened the sport's national governance was based in San Antonio, TX where I attended school.

The year was 2000 and the Olympic team for pentathlon was entering its final few months of training. My buddy invited to the facility to check out some of the workouts. After attending a couple of fencing practices, I was invited to try it out for myself - against the Olympic team. Oddly enough, I found that I was able to hold my own and beat some of the females. And with that, a new door opened...

2 years later I found myself moving to Colorado Springs, heart broken, $20 in my bank account, but full of hope. I made the commitment to giving my all to the sport of modern pentathlon and training full time at the Olympic Training Center. I didn't have residency yet, but I had a group of teammates who were supportive and willing help me make my place (for which I am forever grateful).

Although I was green to the sport, within a few months, I was breaking through and managed to make my first international team and travel to Rio de Janero, Brazil. And I was hooked. It was amazing being able to travel to a foreign land to compete and interact with people of different cultures. But because of sport, we had common ground to come together.

4 years later, I was a seasoned world traveler, gallavanting through Italy, Poland, Hungary, Guatemala, Great Britain, Egypt...

I had been to places I only dreamed of visiting as a kid, bought custom suits from foreign tailors, and made friendships with people from countries I had never even heard of. And all because of sport.

By 2008, I was a retired athlete. I didn't accomplish my dream of making an Olympic team, but I was able to extend my involvement in sport by taking a job working for the US Olympic Committee. And as chance happens to favor me from time to time, I was selected to work at the Beijing Olympic Games for 6 weeks; which was an awesome experience that words can't cleary portray.

And now its 2009 and I am on one of 5 buses heading to visit the ancient birthplace of the Olympics.

Several weeks ago, I was blessed to be selected to represent the USOC by attending the 49th Session of the International Academy for Young Participants. The IOA is an arm of the Olympic Movement that celebrates the ideals of sport and Olympism as expressed through the founder of the modern Games, Pierre de Coubertin.

Every summer, the IOA brings together athletes, staff members from various national organizing committees, students, and people who passionately value the Olympic spirit, the beauty of sport, and the belief that athletics is a unifying platform for cultures and peoples.

Set in Olympia, Greece, we will spend 2 weeks discussing the state of Olympic sport and the health of the Olympic Movement with special attention being paid to the ideals of Olympism.

I arrived about three days ago in Athens, where the group first convenes. Within the first night, me and my 2 co-workers, Lisa Sweet and Carlee Wolfe, met a bevy of people who traveled from all parts of the world to attend the conference. Despite being exhausted from 20 hours, I happily joined a group of kids who wanted check out the city center, get a drink or two, and get to know each other.

It was a bit of Motely Crue with people from Austrailia, Bolivia, Brazil, Greece, and other lands. And we had a blast chilling out and learning about how Olympic sport exits within cultures outside of the US.

The next day we were up early to tour the ancient Acropolis of Athens. Being the nerd that I am, I was thrilled to be able to visit this amazing wonder. And the people Greece are obviously proud of their heritage as they take care of the area and are working at restoring many of the structures on the hill including the Parthenon.

After the tour, we used the rest of the morning to visit the Greek Museum of History and the Olympic Stadium that was original built for the first modern Games in 1896.

After a loooong and much needed nap, the group reconvened for the opening ceremonies of the IOA. The ceremony itself was uneventful as much of the program was spoken in Greek, which made it hard to follow. However, the setting for the ceremony was breathtaking.

We sat on a hill called the Pynx, where we were told was the birthplace of democracy. The hill sat above a beautiful tree lined park facing the Acropolis. And as the sun set, the scene was stunning.

Following the ceremony, we headed to our dinner reception which set on another gorgeous site. This time we looked out upon the Mediteranean, enjoyed wine, and danced the night away. Its always amusing to travel thousands of miles across continents only to dance to a mix tape from 1998. But you know you're in for a good time when over 100 people from all over the world can cram together and heartily sing and dance to The Village People's "YMCA."

Now, as we are trekking through of the beautiful mountains of a land that gave birth western civilization, I am bid all adieu. Time to stop writing and reliving the past to enjoy the moment.

Bye Bye Beijing

I just lived through the longest, and yet, fastest 6 weeks of my life. I am sitting on a plane en route to the United States, typing to keep my fear of flying at bay as we streak across the Pacific Ocean. I’m sitting and thinking back on the past day, week, month, etc…and find it hard to place times with events that happened during my time in Beijing.

On my last night in China, I sat at a swanky jazz bar in Beijing with two friends and the scene was wildly surreal – the Chinese jazz band (with a female songstress) effortlessly, but with funk, covered melodies from Miles Davis and John Coltrane; the drink menu was listed on a 2 foot tall cylinder in code that was only decipherable by a red cover that moved up and down the illuminated tube; liquor bottles were shelved in human sized bird cages; and for my first time in Beijing, the wines were more expensive than what you find in the States for the same drink. The club was at The Hilton, where our marketing and executive staff stayed and rooms ran close to $800 a night during the Olympics, which somewhat explains the posh atmosphere.

As we drank our libations, we noted how we would recall an action or event and think it happened days or weeks ago, only to realize it occurred that very morning. Days were looooong, but weeks were swift.

The 2008 Olympic Games are over, yet even The Movement continues forward. Although most of the USOC staff have departed and returned home, a few have stayed to work the Paralympic Games which begin in a few days and will be held at the same venues employed for the Olympic Games. A whole new set of amazingly talented athletes will descend upon Beijing, but with much less attention unfortunately.

It’s hard to process the experience at the moment – it is all too fresh. As my boy Adam noted, we’ll look back on things that angered us in a few weeks and laugh and realize the gravity of the adventure we just completed.

But for my friends and family who faithfully read my stream of conscious scribed across the wireless galaxy, self-actualized processing needs to be immediate and uploaded! So I will do my best, after all, I am sitting on a 12 hour flight in business class (a perk for working at the airport with our extremely helpful United peeps). After all, I am here on this work trip only to serve….

The Beijing Soundtrack

Anyone who knows me knows two of my passions are music and movies. They also know one of my obsessions to over analyze life. Combine all three and you get what I call musical soundtracks to my life if certain portions were turned into movies. I never said I wasn’t a little special. Without further ado…my Beijing soundtrack, volume 1.

Shook Ones by Mobb Deep
The Message by Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five
“Don’t push me cuz I’m close to the edge. I’m just trying not to lose my head.”

Working an Olympic Games is hard work. Your days are extremely long, you live in small quarters (at least the folks at BNU and the Village did), you get minimal sleep, you are away from friends, family, and the culture you are used to. Everything is different. You don’t get days off. You work not for yourself but for a larger goal that you see others easily forget. Its rough. For me, I didn’t have one responsibility I could focus in on. I was assigned to several tasks that were very diverse from each other, which was tough. And honestly, I don’t think many people can do it. You could see it on people’s faces towards the end. Some people crack, others shine. We all got testy. I relied on people back home for inspiration (thanks Mom and Lindsay, you guys saved me in ways you never know). Other times, small things got you through the day. Amazing how a smile or pat on the back or watching an incredible race got you through the next couple of 15 hour days.

Can You Feel It by The Jacksons
The energy surrounding Beijing the days before and after the Opening Ceremonies was incredible. I can’t think of a more perfect song to describe it. And just like the video, we all hoped and looked to athletes larger than life to make it rain gold.

Beautiful Day by U2
The rain in Beijing always cleared up the skies and cooled off the temperature. And it truly illuminated how beautiful the city is. Lush green mountains, towering high rises for miles, clear skies…truly picturesque.

What’s Going On by Marvin Gaye
The Chinese do business very differently from the way we do business in the States. That isn’t they are wrong and we are right, or vice versa. It is a statement of fact. And this fact made work for us challenging on more than a few occasions. At times, you couldn’t worry about winning “the battle.” Sometimes you had push and compromise and swallow your pride and do what was best for the team, even if that meant more work for you. But before coming up with new solutions to resolve conflicts or hurdle obstacles, we were all left shaking our heads trying to figure out what the hell was going on half the time.

Eat It by Weird Al Yankovich
This was one of my favorite songs as a kid. I would stay up late at night just watch the video come on MTV back when they actually played videos. So this song comes to mind with all the various food options I cam across. Although I never at a fried scorpion, I know friends who did. I did eat more McDonald’s and KFC than I imagined I ever would in Asia. The food at BNU, thanks my man Adam and Miss Terri who I think secretly runs at least a pocket of Beijing, was ridiculously incredible. And healthy.

But my favorite memory comes from the time I had dinner with Jacque, Adam, and Beth and bit into a dumpling – only to realize (a little too late) that it was filled with not only pork, but also some type of vinegar sauce. As I bit down on it, I heard it squish and pop and watch out of the corner of my eye as juice sot out across the table nearly scalding Jacque’s face. We all shared a food laugh.

You’re So Vain by Carly Simon
One of the disheartening things about the experience was the number of people I came across who weren’t athletes, yet completely thought the Olympic Games were about them and for them. Maybe I’m just a sport purest and think the Olympics are about excellence in sport performance on the world’s grandest stage. And I realize that with the support of fans, friends, family, staff, etc. the Games wouldn’t be the extravaganza it is. But ultimately, it all comes back to the athletes and their experience. They come first. And when I saw people push that concept aside or not take that into consideration at all and instead place the fulfillment of their desires first, I would find myself shaking my head. It certainly causes the Games to lose a bit of the luster it attempts to illuminate.

Inner City Blues by Marvin Gaye
Staying at BNU gave us a chance to see and experience much more of the culture of Beijing than what would have been experienced had I stayed at the Hilton or what was seen around the competition venues. The culture of Beijing is very different. Although the people of China were extremely nice and generous, there were just so many things about the everyday of life of the populace I couldn’t get used to. Now I never saw any of the abject poverty I imagine may exit in the country provinces outside the city and most of what I saw never made me sad, just uncomfortable.

People spat with regularity, whether outside or inside. And they let you know it was coming as they hawked them up from deep down, gutturally calling to their ancestors to bless their phlegm. Infants usually didn’t wear diapers; instead they wore pants with slits in them and no underwear. And when nature called, they went. Sometimes the parent lifted the child above a trash can and helped them shake it out. Other times, they joined them in the process and merely squatted along with them.

Because of the socialist system(my guess), most Chinese people you worked with never made decisions. And if you needed to solve a problem that arose, it was often a painful process to get taken care of because you always had to go through some immense bureaucratic process, or talk to 12 managers to receive authorization 10 days later. We found that if you became very aggressive (but not violent or threatening) and asked a lot of questions, you could out last that person’s patience and get what you wanted. This also worked with haggling at the various markets. Unfortunately, this brings out an easily agitated and flippant disposition in me that I did not enjoy. I am glad to be leaving that behind.

There were also very dissimilar ideas of what was considered hygienic to our own. People washed their underwear in the street. Some shop owners sold items wearing only pants. Folks were always moping, but never changed out the water. Beijing city life was interesting, but not for me in the long run.

Mathematics by Mos Def
· China was going after 119 overall medals and won 100 (51 gold)
· The US set the bar for 45 golds and earned 36 (110 overall)
· Over 100,000 Chinese volunteers were employed and could be found everywhere.
· The US had the largest team delegation with 594 athletes
· I stayed in China from July 17th through August 28th
· 6.8 rmb = $1
· China spent over 2 billion dollars on their sport performance plan
· The USOC budget is generally around $100 million per year
· An estimated 14 million people live in Beijing
· Over 350 million people in China don’t have access to clean drinking water
· The US has approximately 300 million in population
· Michael Phelps won 8 gold medals or 22% of the US Team’s gold medal haul, he now has 13 overall
· Someone lifted more than 550 pounds over their head to win a gold medal in men’s weightlifting
· 9.69 and 19.30, the times Usain Bolt flashed through the 100 and 200 meter dashes in world record time
· 20 - number of hours I slept over the course of 6 weeks, 20,000 - the number of hours I worked (both wild approximations)
· 50 – the number of hours I will sleep this weekend
· 0 – the number of hours I will work this weekend
· 2 – the number of suits I had made in Beijing
· 2 – the number of Chinese women I found attractive
· 1 bike purchased in Beijing
· 350 – the amount of rmb spent on said bike ($51 American)
· 2 – the number of glasses of wine in now takes me to become intoxicated

For the Cool in You by Babyface
Superstar by Lupe Fiasco

American Boy by Estelle with Kanye West

The Chinese love Americans. I had my picture taken daily. Seriously. I know I’m pretty, but even that was a bit much. And Beijing went bonkers for Kobe Bryant, Dwane Wade, Michael Phelps, anyone who was blonde or African American, gymnasts, Jenny Lang Ping, and pretty much anyone on Team USA.

The World Is Yours by Nas
The Olympics really catered to the athletes competing. The Athlete Village was amazing. BNU was incredible and we went above and beyond expectations to provide an incredible training environment and an even more memorable experience for our athletes.

But the Games belonged to the Chinese more than anyone. The Opening Ceremonies were ridiculous. 51 golds! Wow. They were winning everywhere and everything. The venues were breath taking. They truly opened their doors to the world and proved they are a force to be taken seriously.

I Miss You by Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
For all us of who were away from our families and loved for such a long time. This trip also makes you realize how much you really love American culture and your material possessions and so many little things we take for granted. Like English, telephones, washers and dryers, coffee, good plumbing, pedestrian right of way, running trails, 8 hour work days, weekends, and so much more.

Jigga What by Jay Z
The album version of this song is also called Nigga what, Nigga who. And the two words I most often heard in mandarin were jiega and niega. But there pronounced jigga and nigga. They mean “this” and “that.” And I could never get used to hearing “that” in mandarin.

Midnight in a Perfect World by DJ Shadow
The lighting of the Torch during Opening Ceremonies was incredible and took place during the midnight hour. No one could have imagined how insanely cool that would be. London and Vancouver have their work cut out for them.

Too Hot by Kool and the Gang
During the days when humidity was at its peak and the sun was shining bright, the temperature inside and out was stifling. Even for a heat lover like myself it got tough. Those first few weeks were impossible to stay hydrated. You were sweating out everything you took in. And most buildings had poor cooling systems, so you were always sweating. Working out was tough. The days I was on the track with former teammate Eli Bremer, we were drenched 10 minutes into our warm up.

Even though I'm now back in the States, I'll keep throwing out a few post Beijing thoughts. I still have to document my Walmart and Hooters experiences, as well as my visit to the Great Wall and other notable stories. So stay tuned!

Back at the airport

I can't believe I am in the stretch run. Almost 5 weeks in the book. The Games are winding down and I am heading back to the airport - this time to make sure everyone gets back on to the plane and back home.

After that first day at the airport, I never properly talked about how crazy it was. It got soooooooo packed with media. It got scary at times. And it was draining. Just look at the throng of people waiting for Team USA to come out of baggage claim. One glance and you can see why we had to "sneak" Michael Phelps into Beijing. It was normal practice to bring 4 or 5 of our biggest staff members to serve as body guards as we escorted athletes to the Village buses and away from the crowds.

Check this series of pics to see how packed things got. I only hope it doesn't get this way the second time around. Wish me luck.

So your family works in textiles...and ham.

My experience here in China has been amazing. But that is simple and ambiguous. And obviously fitting with the USOC's ad campaign "Amazing Awaits."

At times it has been amazingly beautiful, other times is has been amazingly maddening, and from to time it is amazingly depressing. I imagine that with all the good must come some bad - or at least tough moments...

So here are some of my top "amazing moments" in no particular order (and I pretty much pulled them out of my arse).

Amazingly Heartbroken

On the first day of competition, I went to see my good friend Emily Caruso compete in women's 10m air rifle. Her event was the first medal opportunity of the Games and she hooked me up with a personal ticket. Before I continue, some back history...Emily and I dated on and off for nearly 2 years (2003-05). I was young, stupid and wanted to be an international player and wound up treating her terribly in the process. This is something I will always regret and never forgive myself for because she is a great person and will make some guy very happy for the rest of his life. But despite acting like an evolving bipedal troglodyte, she gave me the chance to remain great friends with her and for this I am very grateful. And I was very happy to be in China to watch her compete. Or so I thought...

Who really wants to watch anyone shoot at a target 10 meters away for 75 minutes? Apparently a lot of Chinese. I got to the event an hour early and didn't even get into the venue. Despite having a ticket into the shooting complex, I couldn't get into the event and see her shoot because it filled to capacity quickly. Instead, I had to go into the venue where the final would be held and wait for 2 hours, hoping that Emily would push past the prelim shoot. And when she didn't make it, I was crushed. For a million reasons, but most importantly because she didn't fulfill her goal and dream of winning an Olympic medal. She missed making the final by one shot. (Women shoot 40 shots on a 10 point target the size of a dime. 400 is a perfect score. The top 8 shooters advance. #8 to advanced with a score of 396, Emily shot a 395. She missed it by an eye lash quite literally. This was pretty much the same result she had in 2004).

After the final, I snuck my way into the athlete area and found her. People were asking her for interviews, but when she saw me, she came over and we walked to a quiet space to get away. There I hugged her and she cried. And I cried. Ask anyone who knows me...I am not one who cries. I am surprised to know I have tear ducts. But I wanted to see my friend succeed so badly that it hurt to see her come up short. And it hurt even more to see that realization on her face. I'm getting teary eyed just thinking about it now.

I told her I was proud of how she competed and that she should be as well. I told her she was amazing just to be here when so many people gave up on her. I told her she was great...and it is all true. I don't know if it helped...but I think me just being there lifted her spirits a bit.

In the following days, we hung out a bit and talked about her future and and her emotions. And in the end I was very happy to be there for my friend...even if it made me cry.

Amazingly Bad Draw

Another good friend of mine is epee fencer Seth Kelsey. He and I have trained and competed against one another in fencing as well as Rock Band. He is unique in every way imaginable. He is also a great fencer, arguably one of the best ever for the US. He has been on fire the last 6 months, winning medals at international tournaments no American ever has. This elevated his world ranking to 5th in the world coming into the Games, giving him a great seeding.

Yet somehow, he drew the absolute worst person he could get...Fabrice Jeannetof France (who is the fencer I dream of being). And we were all worried. Seth is one of the more confident people I know, but he was not happy with his draw. His opponent should be ranked in the top 3 on the world, not top 30. Yet as we say, in order win, you have to beat everyone at some point.

Sadly, Seth couldn't pull it off. He started out cautious, going down 5-1 early. But he came back strong to take the lead at 8-9. But the Frenchman was too good and experienced in the end and Seth lost a heart breaker 15-12. Jeannet went on to win the silver medal. Go figure.

Amazingly Random

A few nights after both Seth and Emily competed, we were all hanging out on the roof deck of the USA House. The USA House is where our marketing department rubs elbows with sponsors to make money for our athletes. It is very different from the performance side of the USOC, but just as essential for gaining revenue that allows us to best care for our athletes.

Anyway, we were hanging out and talking about random things. Our conversations are usually always random, but they were enhanced with the help of some Dionysian libations. In any case, the subject of Emily's Italian ancestry came up. And Seth, being the most well traveled out of all of us mentioned that Emily's family originates from northern Italy where her peoples would have specialized in textiles....and ham. How he knows this, I have no clue freaking clue, but it was hilarious and is a prime example of Seth's amazing uniqueness. Never a dull moment around him.

Amazing Grace

One of the several jobsI have here in China is serving as a training partner for one of my old teammates Eli Bremer. Although it isn't an official responsibility, it helps to have a rabbit for some of his runs as well as someone who he can talk to during workouts. And I am more than happy to oblige him.

One day when we were working out the BNU High Performance Training Center track, we shared the running lanes with none other than 400 meter runner Jeremy Wariner. Wariner and his partners were doing 150 meter sprint repeats while we were doing some 200's and 1k's. Now we were by no means going slow. We were cruising through 400 splits at mid 60's and hitting 200's at 29's. But we can't come close to comparing ourselves to Wariner. So we stopped just to watch him run through a few intervals. And talk about a beautiful stride. Wow. Long and graceful, smooth and effortless. It was crazy to watch him glide across the track. He didn't look as if he was putting any effort in, but he absolutely gobbled up the track. Eli and I could only giggle giddily.

Amazingly Small

The television really does add weight to people. You have no clue about anybody's size until you see them up close.

Jeremy Wariner might be really fast, but he is a twig. I have more muscle mass then he does, and I am lucky to weigh 145 pounds and stand 5 feet 8 inches at the moment. And that is the same for most of the track guys. Tyson Gay has the smallest feet ever and a jarringly thin upper body. Shalane Flannigan, bronze medalist in the women's 10k towers over her African counterparts, but she is lucky if she hits 5 feet even and 100 pounds.

I could go on, but the bottom line is that Olympians aren't as big or statuesque as we imagine. I have a much better physique. But this shouldn't surprise anyone ;-)

Amazingly Amazing

Just being able to experience all that I have so far and continue to cheer on our Olympians still competing.

A great night (morning) of swimming.

I'm spoiled. But I am also blessed. And thankful. I have a great job right now with AMAZING perks. I've been in China for nearly a month and still haven't had a full day off. However, I have been able to get some downtime to see some events recently. This morning happened to be one of them.

Today I got the chance to visit the Water Cube and check out some fantastic swimming. Have I mentioned I really enjoy my job and get some awesome perks?

When we got here, out supervisers told us to make a list of our top 3 picks to check for events we wanted to see and they would try their best to get us a ticket. My first two choices were obvious - modern pentathlon and men's epee fencing. I was offered a ticket to fencing but had to work that day, but in replace of it, I was given a ticket to this morning's session of swimming (which was evening for folks in the US).

If you didn't see it on tv, the roster of races that went on today were men's 200 m free final, men's and women's 100 back final, women's 100 breast final, men's 200 fly semi's, and women's 200 IM semi's. Not a bad replacement ticket. Haha....I can't even type that with a straight face.

The racing was ridiculous. Michael Phelps is SO INCREDIBLY FAST. It blows my mind how good he is. Back when I was still competing as an athlete, I had the honor of sharing pool space with him when he came down to CO to train for a brief altitude camp. My coach would pull me out of the water just to watch his technique and see how it supposed to be done.

Flawless. Efficient. Effortless. Really, really, really x 100...good.

While in CO I saw him do a workout where he kicked 50m faster than I could swim. That's really when I knew he was on a completely other level.

And that's the great thing about watching the Olympics and great athletes live. You truly get to see how talented they are. And for sport neds like me, that's akin to Malcolm X going to Mecca. Just opens your mind.

Outside of Phelps, it was great to see Team USA completely dominate the racing. 4 finals and 7 medals. Holy cow. 2 world records! Seriously? And I got to watch that in person?

Here are a few tidbits of inside info for you to nibble on...

• Phelps is a nice guy and shy. Who always tries to remain low key and is rarely demanding. he was great to work with when we picked him at the airport and got him onto the Village bus without notice.
• Phelps wanted that 200 record. You could tell because he wore the full body suit when he normally wears just the leg suit. It is really too bad we didn't get to see him race Ian Thorpe and Vandenhoogenban in their primes. He would have cleaned their clocks.
• Great to see Aaron Piersol win the backstroke in the 100 and break his world record. The guy is California cool. I don't think I have ever seen a more laid back person. And he is a U Texas alum. Gotta love that.
• Natalie Coughlin is hot. But you already knew that.

• Watching the racing in person is a bit anti-climatic. Its hard to tell who wins becuase they don't immediately display it on the monitor. At least not in finish order. They post it all according to lane assignment. So the entire crowd has to wait a few seconds to figure out who won when it is close. And every race looks close. Also, without the build-up from a television broadcast, you don't get that overwhelming feeling unless you know the sport and can appreciate what happened. For example, when Coughlin won, the crowd was kind of apathetic because it wasn't a world record. And that felt really odd. Here she won the gold and was 2 tenths off her record, yet the crowd was silent. Strange.
  
• Because of the seeming lack of crowd energy, it almost more fun to watch the racing on the big screen tv's we have in the dining hall with all the staff and athletes who are all cheering wildly. The energy after yesterday's men's 4 x 100 was ridiculously intense. One person said they could hear all the shouting and cheering while on the elevator coming off the 11th floor (dining is on the 2nd floor).


• The crowd at women's water polo was more intense than it was at swimming. Go figure.

• The warm up pool is behind the medal podium. It is out of view of camers and spectators.


• From my vantage point, Phelps is getting tired. He was stretching his legs all through the medal ceremony and immediately before his 200 fly. And in that race, he really took his time and conserved energy - which is hard to believe considering he broke his Olympic record. It is ridiculous how much better he is than everyone else. He should win 8 golds as long as everything holds up in the relays. His toughest challenge will be his teammate Ian Crocker in the 100 fly. But I would throw money on him winning 8.
• I talked to one of the coaches today and he had a great theory on why Phelps is so good. He believes it is because he has only had one coach, and that chemistry is so strong that it translates to some amazing perfomances. Bob Bowman knows exactly how far to push such a talented phenom...and it is scary how good he is.

That's all I have for now. I'll try and post more this week. Everything has been insanely busy up until a few days ago. And it will get crazy again shortly, so I'll do what I can to keep you all updated. Hope everyone is well! Please keep emailing me!

What day is it?

So I think it is somewhere around day 11 or 12 in China. The only way I know what specific day it is now by reading the elevator carpet first thing in the morning. Always tells me the day. Although I hear they misspelled Wednesday. We shall see.



As for dates....I'm starting to get a better idea with my new job. Its obvious that I have Mexican blood in me since I have about 5 jobs here in China. My latest job assignment is transportation - basically coralling US teams and as they fly into Beijing, helping them get their bags and on to whatever bus is needed. China being China, this is actually a lot harder than it seems.



Backing up a few steps, the way I know the date is by scrolling through travel manifest to see what teams are coming in on specific dates and be prepared for certina types of luggage that could pose problems. Ie, yesterday, archery came through. Our task was to make sure their bows and arrows came through. Canoe and Kayak also came in, so we had help them get their boats and oars in and loaded. Approximately 55 rowers came in with about 4 peices of luggage each. We had to make sure the team got onto a bus that took them to their training site, which is an hour outside Beijing, then make sure their bags got onto a another bus that would meet them there.

This still seems easy. But remember, this is China. Nothing is easy. For one, we need a credential that allows us access to get into baggage claim. The day before I sent a copy of my passport over to get the credential. Naturally, this fails because Chinese authorities keep changing the rules and wanted our actual passport. So I didn't get access, but my partner did. My partner being Matt Cramer, who works with Sport Partnerships in the USOC back in the States and runs airport transportation here in China for the US delegation. He and I will work well together as we have a working relationship that goes back to my US Cycling days where he served as a development coach.



Anyway, Matt got his credential. But not without a) hours of hastle; b) an interpreter who rocked; c) noticing his 5 day credential only lasts 1 day and that we have to do this every day!

So literally after 2 hours of working with the airport authorities, we get set up to snag our US team. Why snag? Well for one, after a 16 hour flight, people's curious minds our worse than normal and they tend to wander off like 3 year old kids, especially when they see shiny things and hear loud, appealing noises. Second, 5 of the 20,000 Chinese volunteers will come up and see our athletes and try to "help" by randomly grabbing bags and escorting them to a random bus that takes them to the athlete village. WE DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN. This is how people get sold into the Mongolian slave trade by accident and wind up spending the next 5 years wandering the Gobi desert.



So Matt goes on into the baggage claim area, I stay on the outside with our interpreter, Sarah Ye, who helped enormously and will more than likely prove quite useful in the future I am sure. The importance of a quality interpreter who also understands Chinese culture is essential and fully explaining this is a whole other posting (Sarah also knows a ton about basketball even though she has lived in China for all of her 20 years of existence and is white and attends Brandeis U in the States - and her fluency is in Mandarin in jarring at first). Luckily, we also had Doug Ingram on hand to help, with another interpreter who stands at 6 feet 5 inches. We also had a sign.



Even then people kept slipping through like stray cattle. And before the hungry BOCOG wolves could get to them , we had run into the fray and snatch them up and bring 'em back to the fold.



Controlled chaos. But we got it done.


Some highlights....

• Actually seeing groupies at the airport (pictured here, love the irony of sneaking a picture of groupies taking sneaky pictures). Two young girls wanted to see if they snag some man meat and go to their airport everyday to complete their mission. Hilarious.
• Getting to see a familiar athlete face. I've known Carissa Gump since I moved to the Springs 6 years ago, so it was a great morale boost to see her at the airport and welcome her to China. Even though we only got to chat for about 3 minutes (we talked about one of the books I recommended to her, she is an avid reader of anything and comes to me for good reads every week - I bye her book every 2 weeks or so).
• The creepy mascot robot that we think is a government spy.

That's all I have about my airport experience. Be on the lookout for my adventure to the Chinese Walmart (they actually have a Walmart Superstore) as well my most difficult assignment: making an Nintendo Wii Game System work.
I'm off to unload another truck, put together fencing equipment, and set up a pool for water polo practice. All before 3 pm (it is about to be 10 am here). Then I have a team meeting, followed by a possible trip to the Pearl Market to find equipment for our Athlete Lounge (pictures to come!).

Again, feel free to email me questions or comments or requests. Thanks mom and dad, it was great talking to you today, miss you guys a lot. Sorry to have gone 2 weeks!

I'll leave everyone with a few more tidbits:

• There are reportedly over 100,000 volunteers from China alone to work the Olympic and Paralympic Games.
• BNU is reportedly more secure than the athlete village, even though our initial security check ins are guarded by 17 year female volunteers that make supermodels look fat.
• The air quality is actually good. This from our sports scientist Dr. Randy Wilbur,who has been researching pollution in China for the last 4 years and is one of my favorite 3 people at the USOC. So if he says it, I believe it. Will post more on this soon.
• The new Portishead album is pretty good.

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Here is an idea of the wonderful air quality in China. That isn't rain or fog by the way. And people think Americans are snotty for wanting to wear masks. Speaking of which, the only people I have seen wear masks are the local folk. Go figure.

I'm not sure what to expect for the coming weeks. For the first week here, the air was great. But the past few days have been bad. We shall see.

T's Penthouse of Passion

So my peeps did me a solid and hooked me up with my own room on the top floor (11) of our BNU dorm. So big ups to Nicki "Fatkid" Robinson who runs housing here and my gal B Pz who runs venues.

Here is a picture of where the magic happens - and by magic I mean the 5 or 6 hours of sleep I get that is often interrupted by Crackberry emails at 4 am . By the way, I would have taken a picture of my bed and and bathroom, but I couldn't find an angle that would make that work, the room is that small. Sadly enough, this is about as good as international housing often gets. But I'm not complaining, I am really comfortable.

Pictures for Josh and Local Cuisine for Boobra

Random Pictures

On the left and right you will see a picture of Beijing National Stadium, aka The Bird's Nest (left background), where Opening Ceremonies will take place. On the right side of the picture is The Cube where I believe swimming will take place.

Both buildings are insane. When I first moved to Houston, I thought the Astrodome was massive and an impressive demonstration of a sport complex. Well the Bird's Nest seems like it is twice the size of the Astrodome and The Cube is actually illuminated and glows at night. Incredible is all I can say. I'll try and take better pictures this weekend.

Here is the boxing gym that was truly a pain in the rear to get unloaded and set up. The boxing team came in yesterday and they are the first American team to arrive in Beijing. I am pretty excited for the 9 guys who are set to compete. They have all been in Colorado since September. Boxing did something different this time around, brining the entire team together for a resident program, the first in over 20 years. For many of the guys on the team, it was their first time away from home and family for any extended period of time that wasn't for competition. And CO isn't the most diverse setting in the US, so it has been tough on them. But they are in China and ready to compete. I had dinner with one of the guys on the team tonight and all he kept saying was "gonna get that gold." He was pumped. His name is Deontay Wilder, great guy. About 6'5" and 200 pounds, jacked. But a gentle giant. He has a kid who is battling a rare disease (can't remember off the top of my head) and boxes in hopes of going pro to help pay for medical expenses. You'll probably hear his name and see his face a lot during the Games (he is one of the models for Ralph Lauren, a new sponsor). Also ate with another boxer, Luis Yanez. Normally rambunctous and gregarious, he was a lot more focused and quiet tonight. He had a run in with the coach before flying in and almost was taken off the team, and I think that really put a scare into him. But that scare has him focused soley on boxing now. I gave him a hug when I saw him and made sure to tell him I was glad he made it to China because he has earned it. Now he can take care of business.

As I mentioned before, one of my jobs in China will be to work at the training pool. Here we are looking at the water. Jay T Kearny dropped something and we were trying pick it up. The facility is great.

Local Cuisine

So far I have eaten McDonald's everyday. My stay in China is actually a sequel to Morgan Spurlock's documentary Super-Size Me. Not really, of course, at least about the movie, but I have eaten at the Golden Arches every morning so far. Why you ask? Well for several reasons.

1) Dining services here at BNU just opened tonight. First breakfast is tomorrow.

2) McDonald's is cheap. We have per diem, but it has to last 6 weeks. My breakfast of choice - pancakes, sausage, hashbrown, and coffee is less than 20 Rmb. That is a little more $3 American.

3) We have team meetings starting at 7:30 am. I am not a morning person, so I want to find the closest place possible that serves coffee and allows me to get that extra 5 minutes of sleep.

Thankfully, BNU is serving full meals tomorrow. And tonight's dinner was FANTASTIC. I have to give a shout out to Terri Moreman, Director of Food Services, Jacque Hamilton, Head Chef, and my boy Adam "AK 47" Korzun (who runs the menu) - they rocked it tonight. And the dining hall was swank.

Speaking of Jacque and Adam, they finally got me out to have some actual Chinese food, or as Speacial K puts it, some Shanhinese food because the culinary style hails from Shanghai. This was late last night and it was an adventure just getting there. My gal, Beth "B Pz" Porreca also joined us. First off, the taxi cab driver didn't know where the restaurant was even though we had someone who lives in Beijing write it out for us in Mandarin. The driver actually got out of his cab and asked other drivers for directions, then dropped us off at the wrong location.

After walking around for about 15 minutes, we finally found the establishment, which to our surprise, was a bit fancier than we had anticipated. We all walked in with shorts and flip flops and this joint looked like it required a lot more than a shirt and shoes for service. But our culinary heroes had a connect that got us in, so we were cool - until we saw the menu.

a) Apps were about 40 rmb and main dishes were about 150 to 700 rmb. I'm used to paying no more than 30 for a meal. Like I said, I am cheap.

b) The menu advertised things like pork and fish. But not just pork chops, ribs, fillets, but the entire animal. So pictures displayed fish and pig heads well roasted.

No matter, we had a connect and Special K was buying. But I was still concerned. I was starving after a long day of hauling boxes and equipment, setting up venues, and making snap decisions to resolve unforseen problems. And I wanted a lot of food that I knew would taste well. Shanghainese food didn't quite fit into that equation. But I had to try. I was moody, but my peeps were excited for something new so what the hell. I needed to be social.

Adam orders sweet and sour pork, house noodles, some type of bbq noodle plate, and dumplings. Everything was ok. Not my cup of tea, but ok. The funniest moment was me trying to eat a dumpling. As soon as I bit into the center, I heard it squish and watched out of the corner of my eye as some type of vinegar sauce went flying across the white clothed table, nearly scalding Jacque's eyes. It was hilarious. We were those stupid Americans.

In any case, I had my Chinese dinner. And now its back to American cuisine. Although neither amount to the Chinese Hooters I tried the other day. But that is a whole other story.