Who Knew?

Hi,

So apparently Cross Country running is a contact sport. For those of you who don't know, I am a running coach for the Cross Country team at San Ramon Valley High School in Danville, CA. This is the same high school that I went to and the same running program that I was a part of. It is something that I commit to 6 days a week every fall and I love it. I love running, I love the kids, and I love being a part of a team.

This past weekend was the State meet in Fresno, CA. We had our Varsity boys (7 of them) lined up at the start of the race. When the gun went off there appeared to be a fall and second shot was heard signaling a restart. As the dust cleared, there was a runner on the ground. All of a sudden, I realized that it was one of OUR runners. A senior, Brent Moore, was lying on the ground in agony. He was immediately taken to the ambulance as they got ready to re-start the race. Unfortunately for our boys, an event like this immediately takes them out of the race. Now, instead of focusing on the race, they were immediately concerned for their teammate and had no idea what had happened to him. As soon as they finished the race none of the guys cared about how they did but were immediately asking what happened to Brent and how he was doing. Even though we didn't have our best race, it was pretty cool to see the genuine concern on the faces of the boys. You never want to see something like that happen, but it showed me how much of a team these guys really are.
After the race re-started I ran over to the ambulance to see what happened. It appeared that Brent had separated his shoulder. Come to find out later in the evening, Brent had broken his right clavicle. Absolutely stunning. I have never seen anything like that at a cross country race. Hard to have that happen to a senior on his last race but at least he knows that his guys have his back.
Now the season is officially over and I can start winter training on my own. I decided over the weekend to run the LA Marathon with my wife and her family. I'll keep you updated.

Conor

Fear the Beard

Hi,

Well I don't talk about it much on this blog but if you've looked at a few of my pictures, you might've guessed that I am a pretty big San Francisco Giants fan. I have followed them loyally for many years and finally we are back at the World Series. Lucky for my family, we had season tickets this year.

The Best part about season tickets is that if the team makes the playoffs, you have first crack at playoff tickets at face value. Yes sir. I have been lucky enough to go to Game 1 of the NLDS against the Braves and Game 3 of the NLCS against the Phillies. It's funny because I was a little anxious nervous for those first few series but now for the World Series I am just REALLY excited. How excited? I'll leave you with a mental image of me fist pumping my way down highway 680 as Taio Cruz' "Dynamite" played in the background. This is going to be a lot of fun and needless to say, I can't wait for tonight.

Go Giants!

And for those of you who aren't big baseball fans, the title in this post refers to the Giants closer Brian Wilson and his insane black dyed beard. I left you a picture just in case.

Conor

The Bo

Hi,

So it's Monday afternoon and I am in a pretty decent mood. The Giants had an improbable comeback yesterday, my left cheek is feeling better (see post below,) and my little boy Noah has been a sleeping machine. I am telling you, from Thursday through Sunday, he slept more than 8 hours in a row all 4 nights. Nothing quite like the feeling of waking up in the morning and saying to yourself, "Holy Crap, I feel kind of rested!" Not only am I rested and happy but Noah has been smiling at EVERYTHING. I wiggle my finger, he smiles, I stick out my tongue, he smiles, he poops his pants, he smiles...and I laugh a little also :)

So you are probably wondering what "The Bo" is. Well, in short, it's Noah. Steph and I end up doing this weird thing where we have nicknames for our dog "Mila" and Noah that start with the word "The." Mila's nickname is "The B" and Noah's nickname has started to become "The Bo" This has led to a trend where I call Steph and I immediately ask her how the BeeBo is doing, of course referring to our dog and our son. It started out innocent enough when we first got Mila, Steph started calling her Mila Bila, because it rhymes of course. Eventually that turned into Mila B, eventually shortening to B and finally settling on The B. I have no idea why we needed an article in front of her nickname but it just felt like it was supposed to be there. You can probably see where this is going as Steph started calling our son Noah Boah, and rather than go through the motions it became The Bo right away. The only problem we foresee with The Bo is that is sounds like The Beau, as in boyfriend or whatever...so in general, pretty cheesy. Ahh well, I am sure will figure it out but for now whenever I refer to The B or The Bo, now you will know what I am talking about.

Well, that's my update for today. Enjoy this most recent picture of Noah supporting the Giants!

Conor

My left cheek hurts...

*Before reading, make sure you read blog post "The Winds of Change"*

Hi,

Interesting title right? Did I get punched in the face? Nope. Did bite down on a jawbreaker? No sir. Am I talking about a different cheek? DING.

My left glute has been absolutely killing me for the last week. That's right, I said it, glute. I didn't want to get much more crass that that because my grandmother reads this blog and in recent months she has taught me not to swear. Not only that but I have a 2 month old at home that doesn't need to hear anything other than fanny.

So here's the deal...as you might have noticed in my little info box, when I am not out selling houses, I really love running. Crazy right? How could I love something that to most, seems pretty boring. Hey, I love being outside, I love getting a workout and I love the feeling after a run that, even if I don't do anything else today, at least I got a run in and burned some calories.

Onto the story...Over the summer I went to a high altitude running camp in Mammoth Lakes, California. While I was running my behind started aching a little bit. I have been running for years, and I had never really experienced this sort of soreness before so I just kind of ignored it and assumed, with regular stretching, that it wouuld kind of dissapear. So I keep running through the camp and all the way through summer. Over the past 2 weeks it really started to get to me. I finally had to call the doctor see if we could figure out what was wrong. This was something that was starting to affect me on an everyday basis.

I saw him this morning and it turns out that the muscle is just extremely tight. That's it!! I thought he was going to tell me that my rear end was broken and I was going to need bum surgery. Nope, a tight muscle...

*Sidenote* Not often that someone tells you that you have a tight butt and you get bummed out.

So he stuck his elbow into the muscle and I could barely breathe I was in so much pain. Apparently, it's supposed to help but I guess we'll see in the next few days.

We are in the begining stages of getting the muscle loosened up but in the meantime, I had to go to work today. Thursday is usually a day when I go out with my dad and our friend Carol to check out the houses that have recently come on the market. So I got laughed at by my loving father as I limped around from house to house...I'm exaggerating a little but hey, it hurt.

So, what's the point of this story? I am getting old. Make sure you stretch. This is the new blog format people, love it or hate...hopefully it grows on you.


Conor

The Winds of Change

Hi,

To my faithfull followers...all ten of you. I write today with news of a new direction. The goal of this blog has always been to talk about any experience or share a story, and in the end tie it back to Real Estate. While that still remains the main goal, I will be adding a little twist to the things I write about.

From this point forward I will focus this blog on my personal experiences IN GENERAL. Yes, shocking change I know. I can hear you now screaming, "NO CONOR, for the LOVE OF GOD, don't change this blog!" Well you know what, I want give the people what they want...but since I can't give everyone money, vacation time, and daily foot massages, I will give you more blog posts. The way to give you more blog posts is by having more material to work with, so I am opening up the playbook. From now on, I am going to talk about whatever I feel like. I promise to keep it clean, and I promise to try to stay focused on Real Estate.

Also note the name change in the blog, I will have a new one up by the end of the day. I already have a topic in mind.

Conor

Oh yes...

Also, my lovely wife Stephanie gave birth to our brand new baby boy Noah last Friday July 30th at 4:55am. I am now officially a father and we couldn't be happier.

Conor

Congrats!

Congratulation to Jarett and Jenn who just bought their first home in Walnut Creek, CA!! It was a long arduous search but after almost 5 months, they are in their new place with their huge yellow lab Roo.

Conor