Kawaguchi rhymes with "sissy"

Part One

A lot of people have asked Brian and I if we were sore or tired this week after climbing 12,000 feet into the sky.
And the answer, after four days, is a resounding:

"I'm sorry, I thought you said 'sore'--could you repeat the question?"

No, I'm not freaking sore. And no, we didn't brave dizzying heights, driving rains or blistering winds with the aid of O2 infused water, gore tex hats, carbon fiber climbing poles, or any other fancy schmancy sissy climbing gear. We did the Subashiri trail entirely on calorie mates and pure, raw testicular fortitude. Ok, so I had a banana and Lucky Charms for breakfast that morning--but after that, it was all balls.
To the walls.

I should probably mention that we trained. Yes...we trained our asses off for an entire afternoon, in what I'm quite sure turned out to be the deciding difference between a hot cocoa toast upon reaching summit, and plunging over the wind-swept sides of cold-hearted Fuji.

Oh man, this video gets me so pumped up. I'm gonna go break something, then run 10 miles.


P.S. Click the damn links, people.

For Lack of a Better Reason...

...actually, there really is none. I don't need a blog to prove to you that I do a lot of professional sitting around on my ass at the office--granted, it's on the other side of the world, but that never mattered much to anyone. And I most certainly don't need a video to prove to you that my weeknights are boring as hell. You wankers probably already knew that.
Anyway, I think this started out as a video experiment of sorts, then it changed to a bit for another upcoming video blog, then I trashed it, then untrashed it, then played with the effects again, then trashed it again, then untrashed it again, then finally just said "screw it," and now it's available for your viewing enjoyment. Or pain. I remember it being a whole hellofa lot funnier when I first started working on it. Meh. Might have been the Asahi.


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