All I do is work and eat.

It is voting season, so here is my political post. BIG BIRD lives (and I hope that he continues to do so) at Larsen’s Bakery at least.I tried 5 guys for the first time. I will be back.This guy and I got Orvis Bellevue on Instagram. Give us a follow. @orvisbellevueSpeaking of Instagram, you should probably follow me as well. @roryseiter (just like everything else).Here is one of my Instagram posts. Too much food and not enough posts on Seattle Chow.Halloween posts. Candy sushis and neighbors cook pumpkins.

Touchet River, Washington

One of the things I like about fly fishing is the places that it can take you and the people that you meet. It is very rarely actually about catching fish. While in Walla Walla, the Walla² Fly Fishing Club gave us some great advice on where to have a great time fishing. It was a beautiful sunny day and we rolled into a tiny town full of anticipation. Deer walked along the creek beside us. Fish were eagerly attacking bugs on the surface. Did I mention that it was sunny? The actually call this the “dry side” of the state.

Dextro Energy ITU World Championship Kitzbühel 2011

Today was the Dextro Energy Triathlon ITU World Championship in Kitzbühel. Alistair Brownlee won and he deserved it. It would be great if Simon Whitfield would have raced against him. Or if the big man, Chris McCormack could have finished the race. I can’t believe that these guys travel to Europe, enter a race, and drop out because they aren’t feeling it. A hero, Rutger Beke will finish his Ironman races no matter what. He believes that it is a disgrace to the sport and disrespectful to the other athletes to just drop out. When I have bad days at work, I too would like to quit and go home. Most of us would. We dream of being pro athletes while we sit behind a desk. We are at the pool at 0’dark thirty to get a work out in before a full day of work begins. We run during a lunch break. These people work out for a living. They race for a paycheck. Then they just drop out?! Do us all a favor and FINISH!

I am hoping that Macca was pretending to want to get into the Olympics just to pump up the hype for his book. Just like Trump was pretending to run for president to get more viewers of his show. Or even the way Crystal Harris pretended to love Hugh Hefner until the music career “took off”.

>New job with a fly fishing company.

>Back from Bali, I picked up a job with Orvis as they just opened a store in Boulder. It is only temporary as it looks like we are moving to Seattle at the end of the month. I will probably try and transfer to the store in Bellevue as they off health insurance, 401(k), and of course a killer discount.
It has been fun as you never know who is going to walk through the door. Some people just want to see the new store. Some people are buying rods, reels, line, the whole kit. They have a great system of ordering from the catalog with a “bat phone” beside a computer. I call it the “bat phone” because you pick it up and customer service is at the other end, no dialing, just wait and they answer.
Today’s mission is to learn the arbor knot. And hope that they upgrade their computer system from the DOS based 1989 system we are currently using!

>New Year!


I found this post on and had to repost it. It hits home for me. A lot of people seem to have resolutions and it made me think that I should have (or some). I am pretty happy with my life though. The only thing that has been nagging at me lately is that I want more of a steady income. The idea of getting a “real” job is beginning to be more appealing.But what is a “real” job. Is it a dollar amount per year? Does it require a certain level of education? I want a more steady income. But that might take away my opportunity to do what I want every day. I feel very lucky to no go sit behind a desk every day, 5 days a week and only get 2 weeks vacation. I know that I am fortunate to have good health and live what I consider an awesome life. So why do I feel the need for a more steady income? I think that I just want a job that makes me think. Using my brain instead of my hands might be better.
The whole post is a bit longer, but here are the parts, I like:
I don’t actually believe New Year’s Day is any different than any other day. I don’t believe a random point in the time measurement system we’ve created requires us to make a laundry list of things we need to change or improve. Today is in fact just another day, and tomorrow is one, as well. I don’t mean to minimize the excitement of the New Year, or any of the days we’ve chosen to celebrate for religious or honorary reasons. What I’m saying is that New Year’s resolutions often fail for a reason, and it’s only slightly related to intention or discipline.
Resolutions fail because they don’t emerge from true breakthroughs—they’re calendar-driven obligations; and they often address the symptoms, not the cause of our unhappiness.
Some resolutions are smart for our physical and emotional health and well-being. Quitting smoking, losing weight, managing stress better—there are all healthy things. But if we don’t address what underlies our needs to light up, order double bacon cheeseburgers, and worry ourselves into frenzies, will it really help to vow on one arbitrary day to give up everything that helps us pretend we’re fine? It’s almost like we set ourselves up for failure to avoid addressing the messy stuff.

Why We’re Really Unhappy

I can’t say this is true for everyone, but my experience has shown me that my unhappiness—and my need for coping mechanisms—come from several different places:
  • I’m dwelling on the past or obsessing about the future.
  • I’m comparing myself to everyone else—their accomplishments, the respect and the attention they garner, and their apparently perfect lives.
  • I’m feeling dissatisfied with how I’m spending my time and the impact I’m making on the world.
  • I’ve lost hope in my potential.
  • I’m expecting and finding the worst in people.
  • I’m turning myself into a victim or a martyr, blaming everyone else.
  • I’m spiraling into negative thinking, seeing everything as a sign of doom and hopelessness
  • I’m assuming there should be a point in time when none of the above happens anymore.
The last one, I believe, is the worst cause of unhappiness. All those other things I mentioned are human, whether we experience them persistently or occasionally.
We’ll do these things from time to time—and they’ll hurt. In the aftermath, we’ll want to do all those different things that every year we promise to give up.
We’ll want to eat, drink, or smoke away our feelings. Or we’ll want to work away our nagging sense of inadequacy. Or we’ll judge whether or not we’re really enjoying life enough and in the very act of judging detract from that enjoyment.
So perhaps the best resolution has nothing to do with giving up all those not-so-healthy things and everything to do with adopting a new mindset that will make it less tempting to turn to them.

An Alternative to Resolutions

Maybe instead of trying to trim away all the symptoms of our dissatisfaction, we can accept that what we we really want is happiness—and that true happiness comes and goes. We can never trap it like a butterfly in a jar.
No amount of medication or meditation can change the fact that we will sometimes get caught up in thoughts and emotions.
What we can do is work to improve the ratio of happy-to-unhappy moments. We can learn to identify when we’re spiraling and pull ourselves back with the things we enjoy and want to do in this world.
Instead of scolding ourselves for all the things we’re doing wrong and making long to-do lists to stop doing them, we can focus on doing the things that feel right to us.
This may sound familiar if you’ve read about positive psychology—I’m no posi-psy expert, and to my knowledge no one is since the industry is unregulated.
But it doesn’t take an expert to know it feels a lot better to choose to nurture positive moments than it does to berate myself for things I’ve done that might seem negative—all while plotting to give them all up when the clock strikes tabula rasa.

>Boulder Marathon.

>Putting on a marathon is no easy task. A lot of people really came together to make it all possible. I worked for what feels like 4 days straight. It was the night before the race that was the most brutal. Building the finish line at 2 am so that we could put out mile markers at 4 am. I had to make sure that all of the aid stations were fully stocked by the time that the runners got there. I hate being on the course when the race begins, but it was necessary this year. I have a lot of changes that I want to implement for the Spring Half Marathon that we will put on in March. Most of the changes will make my life easier, but the runners probably won’t notice.
I drove a lot of different vehicles over the weekend. We had cargo vans, pickup trucks, 17′ trucks, and 26′ trucks. U-Haul execs must be bored. They put fun facts on the side of every big truck, but they also play the U-Haul version of “Where’s Waldo?” All the big 26′ trucks with the pictures have a hidden U-Haul guy somewhere in the picture. Here are a couple that I found.