"We" are into these now I am told.
I took Reagan on a date today while the rest of the city wasted 5 hours watching men in tights. I loathe organized sports. We had kickboard races, went to dinner, and bought some clearance snow gear. It rocked.
I will be skiing that day. Raincheck?
A favorite band. Yet what I also call Tuesdays and Thursdays. At least I keep switching up the route just a tad. Soon I need to venture further south. Today I was lucky to have some company for part of the day. I met JV and Skurka up near the summit. Then JV headed off on some old trail for more fun. Leaving Skurka and I to descend the hill ourselves.
Conditions are fairly good right now. No traction required.
Here they come now. JV on trail. Imagine that.
If I instagram this, I could be a timko...
A few thousand miles shorter than some of his other outings I guess...
Smelled like something is coming...I bet Green changes this weekend.
Staying low this weekend. Might be back on the hill Sunday. Takers?
My daily outbound run view.
It was pretty windy at the summit today. I still pretended to rock that motherfucker though.
OK, I guess if I am going to lose a KOM, this might be OK. 1 minute and change? He must have had to stop and take a dump. Or read an encyclopedia.
Must. Start. Running. Again. Tomorrow?
A productive first weekend of the 2013 ski season with my chicas. I dropped my pole off the lift minutes after this photo and had to go retrieve it solo. The girls headed down another route by themselves and I joined them later. Crazy...I remember when they couldn't ski. Probably more proud of this than teaching them how to ride a bike.
More video of Reagan doing her thing. Hang in there until around the end of the video and you will see me GoPro my own wipeout.
Kayla even drug her own sled up a few times. Too bad she forgot to put a diaper on because she peed herself. I suppose that was chilly.