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I ran this 5K race here in Chicago today. I’m very excited because I finished in 28 minutes, over 10 minutes faster than the first 5K I ran this last summer. My next goal is to break 25 minutes, then 20.

I had a great weekend. It started off on Friday at a Borders where I spent some time looking for a good book about traveling to Europe. I picked up a volume of the ‘Let’s Go’ series and will be studying that for awhile. The current plan is to fly to London and spend 4-5 days there, venture off to Italy to spend 7-8 days, and then back to London to catch a return flight home.

After putting in the finishing touches on a 6 month long project at work, I left the office at approximately 10 pm on Friday night to find that my bike had been completely violated. The handle bar, gear shifters, cables, brakes…all gone. Luckily the derailer and chain put up a fight and were still dangling from the frame. This just doesn’t make any sense to me, how do people come to the point where they think this ok? After having my saddle stolen last Thursday, I thought I was safe from this sort of thing for awhile. I must have some harsh karma swirling around. Scenes keep running through my head of this f*ck ripping apart my bike as hurried (and apparently oblivious) commuters brushed past the to catch the last train headed to the suburbs.

My bike saddle (seat) was stolen on thursday. How ironic considering i threw out a somewhat mocking post of an over-paranoid bicyclist on 6/26 (see below). I don’t understand what would trigger one person to think that it’s ok to steal another person’s saddle. This all reminds me of a Kids in the Hall skit, Open Letter to the Guy Who Stole Bruce’s Bike Wheel.

I just signed up to play guitar in a Grateful Dead ensemble at the Old Town School of Music here in Chicago. It starts September 5, and we’ll be performing Europe ‘72. I’m totally stoked for this… It should be interesting playing off of a live album with a dozen or so musicians.

One down 2002 goal down, six to go. I finished a 5k run in just over 38 minutes, which qualified me for a cold beer after the race.

A picture of my good friend dylan.