I like to run. I'm not entirely sure why. I'm not really built to be a runner with my short legs and buffalo booty. But I lace up my shoes anyway and plod along with regularity and contentment. As I've chugged through the miles, though, one of things I've found is that running, in many ways, is a metaphor for my life. It's hard, sometimes painful, can be a lot of fun yet always challenging. The only way to make progress is to have the discipline to put one foot in front of the other even when you don't want to. And what really matters is not how far you go but what happens along the way. It's all about the journey. And that's why I wanted to put together this website—as kind of a record of what's happened to me along the way. A journal of my journey, if you will. Like the Trinity, it comes in three parts:
"They" did it to me—"they" being those people I call my parents. They were the ones who gave me the name Skip. They hung the moniker on me when I was born, and it's kind of stuck with me ever since—kind of like gum on the bottom of your shoe. But, for whatever reason, people seem to remember the name, and I pop up first in Google searches, so I've let it ride. It's who I am. Or at least part of who I am. There's a lot more to me than what's in my name.
Oh the thinks that I think. I think about Nascar, I think about sports, I think about people of all kinds and sorts. I think about nature, I think about goals, I think about great places like Jackson Hole. I think about running, I think about school, I think about theology, which no one thinks is cool. I think I need an ending, I think I need it now, because this is getting weird—and how. (With apologies to Dr. Seuss.)
In the 25 years I've been in the communications business, I've been blessed. I've had the opportunity to meet some very interesting people and participate in some very memorable experiences that I probably wouldn't have had otherwise. I've also been given the opportunity to use my creativity to make people laugh, cry or think simply by telling them a story. Sometimes those stories were in the form of a magazine article, sometimes in the form of marketing materials, sometime in the form of web pages. Whatever the form, I've had fun. It's hard to ask for more.
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