The Great Cool Off is on

A LOT CAN HAPPEN in eight months. Eight months ago, the recently-medaled Winter Olympians were still applying sunscreen, preparing for national team selections and the realization of their athletic dreams. Eight months ago, most Americans still thought about flying pigs when they heard the words "Swine Flu." Eight months ago, Tiger Woods enjoyed ubiquitous fame for all the right reasons. And eight months ago, the last issue of the Stoodio 32 webzine dropped. Hopefully none of you were holding your breath, ecause youfd all be dead...

Climbing Rocks

REGAN KENNEDY ISN'T A PHENOM. She didn't start climbing at an early age, and hasn't been an athlete since high school. She isn't the strongest climber in the world, or in the country, or maybe even in the room. She isn't low maintenance. An hour and a half in the bathroom to straighten her already straight four-inch pixie cut - and the ubiquitous scent of flowers - attest to that. She isn't demure, being known to declare that she has the physique of a twelve-year-old boy. A hot one. But that's just it. Gunner, as her friends call her, has never really been defined by what she isn't. Instead, she sits atop a long list of is...

The Fabulous Feet

YEARS AGO, A VERY YOUNG SAM WEINSTOCK auditioned for a spot in the tap dance company of his hero, Savion Glover. Though hefd spent weeks preparing and polishing his performance, he arrived with one glaring error: Two left shoes. gIt was a nightmare.h Sam recalls. Wefre talking over breakfast at his parentsf house, a beautiful homestead of rustic comfort located in Indianola, WA. gTap shoes can be pretty uncomfortable anyways, and with my nerves, I got the shoes all the way on before I was like, eWait a minutecfh Frantic, he and his parents rushed around, trying to borrow a pair of shoes from one of the other auditioning dancers. gWe even had the judges make an announcement over the loudspeaker, but no luck...

Life, Love, and the pursuit of Chocolate

THE FIRST TIME JOHN SAMPLE AND I MEET is roughly 6 seconds after I knock upon the front door of his lakeside home. The wiry owner of Chocolate #9 answers, bristling with energy, gHey! Chad, right? Wherefs your car parked? Oh, there. Cfmon, letfs move it.h He rushes past, and by the time I turn around, hefs already ten steps up the same pathway I just walked down. My initial thought is, gMan, whatever this guyfs on, I want some.h Turns out hefs just eonf the oldest performance-enhancer in the world: A really healthy diet, coupled with proper exercise...