There’s no place like Whistler, Nashville. 

These past few months may have been the most beautiful chapter of my entire life.

How sweet a thought it is that even these will not be the best days of my life?


I have never felt more at home. Y’all made fun of me the first night of the Grand Meetup in Whistler. I knew that, if I drank, the extremely awkward and clumsy inner me would come out (with all her doubling-entendre innuendos pouring forth) and I would “embarrass myself.”

You’ve taught me that’s not possible with you. I have never felt more love and acceptance in my entire life.

We look out for each other.

We respect each other.

We are Sparta.

I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, but you are some of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. Somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good to find myself surrounded by true warriors.

We play just as hard as we work. It’s no wonder I am stumbling off this plane, barely able to keep my eyes open; I have nothing left to give, having spent it all with you fine people.

My one regret: We did not find either Taylor Swift or her guitar. Guess we’ll just have to help out next year at WCUS, Jeremey.

I am proud of the work we did, the projects we started and finished, the tickets we completed above and beyond. We do what we do and excel at it.

Heading home, I am overwhelmed by fragments of memory that I dearly wish I would never forget.

A rooftop deck overlooking a river, throwing back shots and drinks because we’re Sparta, and one of us just turned twenty-eight.

The glare on Charlie’s face when I sent the second projectile missile flying at him during the joint A12 dinner. He never did find the real perp. xD

Gathering around a massive table and getting shit done. Feeling both proud and kind of amazed at the work we accomplished in so short a time.

Late nights of talking and head’s up and drinking.

Line dancing and bus riding and country music spilling from every doorway.

Having an in-person pitcrew to my right and left and cracking jokes during Livechat during the Spartan/Air Cross-Training.

Exhausted and distracted, I wonder if this is really my life.

And yet, with the sands of time, the memories are already fading.

Until next time, Sparta.



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