I ran stairs with (behind) my cousin in Spokane

Now, PJ has finally found his ultimate sport--stair climbing. Crazy-strong legs (without any hint of cumbersome size), uber-low body fat (4-5%), good femur-tibia ratios, and fabulous tendon insertion points have enabled to move his mass quickly up stairs. Even though there are a handful of people who can beat him on really, really high buildings, he's nearly untouchable in under 10-minute races.

I would have been, too, except I was coughing, sneezing, and hacking. Apart from that, and my extra 55 pounds, I think I could have narrowed the margin a little.