I like to rollerblade. Smooth cement is critical. I usually skate Alki Beach. Smooth glides, transitions, and balance can really relieve stress and open up the senses. I'm serious. It's totally Zen!

I've played league soccer with David since forever. So, I don't mind running. My sister, Julia, is the family runner. That's me in the photo on the right running with Jay Spencer in the St. Patty's Day Dash. Jay used to work in the firm as a legal assistant. Now he's a law student at Seattle University.

I went on vacation to Thailand for a month in January 2007. Thailand is the ultimate place to wander around without an agenda. During my trip, I rented a moped to drive around the island of Ko Lanta. The lady who rented it to me was very suspicious becauseI had no clue where any of the gadgets were on the moped - despite the fact that I had just explained to her in sign language and broken English that I was a former professional moped racer. She showed me the throttle, the shifter, the brakes, etc. I asked where the clutch was. No clutch. I acted like I was offended when she communicated that she was worried about me and not the moped. It was a little rough shifting gears getting out of there, but once I was on the road I got it down pretty quickly. Mopeds are the way to go.

The island of Ko Lanta is pretty small. Unfortunately, you can't drive defensively because that will just make it more dangerous. You just have to get in with the pack and go and weave with everybody else. A couple times I forgot which foot was the brake, but thankfully no accidents. I hit the most pristine beach at the foot of a forest; the owner of the property has a little snack shack in the forest. He sold wicked pad thai for a dollar fifty.

My moped skills improved greatly while I was in Thailand. By the time I left, I rarely was passed by 10 year old girls (with 3 friends riding on the back).

In February of 2008, I went to Maui to relax and unwind a bit. I didn't expect to grow any gray hairs while I was there but I did when my sister's boyfriend, Hiro, asked me to go tow in surfing with him. Tow in surfing is just like regular surfing except instead of paddling to catch the wave, you get towed behind a jet ski into the wave. Tow in surfing allows you to catch bigger waves on a shorter board and you get longer rides because you can catch the waves earlier.

These are a few pictures we took on one of the biggest swells of the year to hit Maui that season. I had never tow in surfed before so I was in red alert mode the whole time we were out there (7 hours). When the surf is big in Maui, lots of outer reefs on the north shore hold great waves. One of the best places we surfed was Spreks. It holds a perfect "A-frame" peak that breaks in both directions. Hiro and I had some close calls. One time we were trying to punch out through the surf zone and we barely made it over a breaking wave. We caught about 10 feet of air off the lip and both flew off the Jet Ski. As we scrambled to get back on the Jet Ski, a 30 footer almost cleaned both of us (and the jet ski) up. We barely got out of there with lives.

Practicing law is kind of like big wave surfing in that you have to go out there prepared. All of your equipment has to be working tip top. You have to be relaxed, yet focused. You have to be alert and know what is going on 360 degrees around you at every single moment. You have to have a game plan, but at the same time be flexible, because the ocean is constantly moving around and conditions are always changing. No shorts in the courthouse though.

Dad bought David and me our first surfboard when I was seven years old. It was made of styrofoam. It was a 4' 3", with styro-thrusters. The first time we tested the curl was at the Sans Souci on Waikiki Beach.   We caught some rides.   We were hooked. Next day, Dad took us to Makaha. The waves were bigger. We got munched by shorebreak and snapped the board. Dad got us another one. Today, you might find me surfing the Washington coast. I can live with cold water. I prefer "lefts" over "rights."

My most memorable surfing experience was at White Plains Beach, otherwise known as "Shark City." It was mid-week during the school year so nobody was out in the water except Dad and me and the sharks. While we were waiting for a set, I unleashed and swam under Dad's board, grabbed his leg, and started thrashing. Dad wouldn't speak to me for six weeks. Now we practice law together.