Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Bye, Pete, and happy trails

My friend, Pete Vandermey, died.  And that makes me very sad.  He was an extraordinary athlete - frequently kicking my butt on trail and road runs after undergoing chemotherapy the day before.  He was also a great dog lover, and he and his wife, Jenna, helped to rescue the lazy pit bull known as Gwen the pitoodle, who they convinced me to adopt.  I miss Pete and I ache for his love, Jenna, but I know that he lived life at full speed and enjoyed the crap out of it.

Here is a pic from the Tour de Goliad, years back, when Pete was kicking Pancreatic cancer's butt the first time around.  He's the superstar on the far left.  Have a good run, Pete.

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