It all started during a volleyball game at Rivi. David suggested a run at Sunset Cliffs, and when I mentioned his pace might be faster, he hit me with a casual, "You should step it up."
I took that personally. After carrying him in volleyball tournaments for two years, it's
time to drop the dead weight. On November 9, 2025, we settle this. Not with words,
but with sweat, grit, and a definitive finish line. It's time to prove that, as
Aristotle taught, excellence is not an act, but a habit. The exact bet is TBD, but
his pride is on the line.
Suffers from a crippling case of party FOMO
An aficionado of beer, which he considers an essential part of his day
Thinks "endurance training" is surviving a week at Burning Man
Would rather be in the Canary Islands, feasting like a king