SuperMe

This is a picture of me skiing the downhill part of the Pole, Pedal, Paddle in Jackson Hole. You may be wondering why I'm wearing a cape. That's actually my number bib. I lost the little things that I was supposed to use to keep it together, but since it's there let's just call it a cape and appreciate the fact that it makes me look like a super hero. Which is what I felt like when Rachel and I paddled through the finish line in almost last place, just in front of two party boats.

Hi! It's me again.

Remember me? I'm the girl whose blog this is. I've been away for a while, but here I am, back in the blogging world. Probably nobody looks at this anymore, but that's ok. Anyway, ta ta for now.

Poor Pluto

I'm teaching my children about the Solar System. I thought they might like it. Do you?

I LOVE YOU AMERICA!

Good Morning Sun...

4/5 of the Flatbabes woke up at 3 am this morning to meet the sunrise at the top of Mt. Olympus. Besides the tiredness and the killer gnats (see following post) it was well worth it.

Damn the bugs and save the bananas.

During our hike I came face to face with a conundrum. As we neared the summit we were swarmed by a city of gnats. They were everywhere: in our eyes, dancing up our noses, singing in our ears and doing komikazi dives down our throats. Sure we were in their home, but you'd think they'd be better hosts. Later on as we continued to battle the small gnat army bent on our destruction Sarah informed me of a tragedy. Apparently bananas are getting viruses and are becoming extinct before our very eyes. It just makes you think, "How can there be so many of these lousy bugs when thousands of poor, delicious bananas are being killed everyday by so-called viruses who happen to be distant cousins of the very gnats which destroyed our early morning peace on the top of Mt. Oly."

The Chaffing/Chasing Athleta Cheetahs

Katherine Foulger, Kate Anderson, and Me rockin the back seat...

The Flat Babes going strong...

The Team -1, Megan Osterlouh was MIA at this point...

Look at all these little champs. It might seem crazy, but lets be honest who wouldn't want to run 13-19 miles in the blaring heat and in the middle of the night, up and down grueling hills, with little - no sleep? I loved it!