Saturday with family (godmother’s grandkids’ bar mitzvah.) Sunday: Sunday night: Congratulations, Larry and Heidi.

God, Winter sucks – You sit there, it’s too cold to work out, it’s kind of your “off-season” from running and training. What happens? You do your first few jumps in the spring, and realize that your skydiving has become more like “burning through the atmosphere like Skylab plummeting back to earth.” So you do a coach jump, and feel a little bit better. And VOW to lose some weight. Remember: The camera is in my helmet – the person I’m filming is the coach – not me. I’m the one who shouts after the parachute opens.

Jast June, I thought it’d be fun to skip out of a meeting and jump. Figured, “hey, one jump, I’ll just head home afterwards and blame traffic.” This happened. And a warning, it’s rated R for some questionable (and painful) language. I wasn’t about to tempt Karma today, I’m just saying. I’ve got a whole summer coming up to jump.

In CA for meetings today. Figured I’d head out and skydive all morning. It’s cloudy as anything. No skydiving. So I sit here, at the makeup counter/mirror of my suite, working. I could do this from home. I don’t need to be a suite to do it. “Wow, Peter, you get to travel all the time! It must be so cool!” Yes. Welcome to “so cool.” Population: Me. On the plus side, I have tons of room to apply my foundation and lip liner. In other news… helpareporter.com is E-to-the-X-to-the-Ploding. 500 members this morning alone! Woo-hoo! And the first query request sent out came from the Chicago Tribune! That rocks. Feel free to sign up. Phil Gomes wrote an interesting [...]