Time change

Today I realized that I've officially been here for more than 3 weeks and I have yet to adjust to the new york time zone. To the untrained eye, some would argue that deems me a tourist. But to that un-intrinsic argument I proclaim that I have clipped my fingernails 3 times since arrival. Case closed.

Things are going great!

I got a job offer with a startup company that promotes events. Called Fever or something. I've also got pending opportunities with companies in St. Louis and San Francisco. My initial dream was to be in New York, but now that I'm here, I'm opening up to other cities.

Due to the current condition of my knee, I've been biking instead of running. This picture is a sweet  thingamajig I saw an hour into my ride on the West Highway path.

When times are tough

I had a deep realization this morning. Every time things get really tough and I'd love to throw in the towel, I picture the last turn of my marathon last summer. At that moment I have to decide, am I going to walk across the finish line or am I going to do what I did last summer and dance across the finish line?

Unfortunately I have only had this image appear in my mind twice this week. Both times were on the treadmill on the top floor of a very tall building in New York City.

That being said, I have now had 7 interviews in The Big Apple. All interviews were "good". Each interview ended with an extremely convenient "we'll get back to ya".

On average, I check my email every two minutes (that's factoring in my 7 hours of sleep every night).

Still single, still unemployed, and still can't wait to make it big.

Just checkin' in.
-Clint

PS, before selling everything, I graduated from BYU

this is actually Corey's yellow tassel. I'm a proud owner of a white one.