snowboards, skis, sunshine, soul food

The boy bought a snowboard. Too funny...he is so psyched. First comment -- "Daddy, now we can build a half-pipe." Uh huh. That sounds like a FABULOUS idea, son. The little punk figured out how to ride the thing down the hill already, only a matter of time before we are constructing a large icy ramp in the backyard. What a hoot. And actually, Kristyn is pretty good, too. She could give the boy a run for his money. If only Daddy could figure it out...

Skied 2xs this weekend; snow is fast and light; cold is not bad when you are moving. Heading for a run today...should be a chilly one! Alright, though...and the sun is shining! Gotta love that...bluebird sky and light breeze. I'll wear a scarf and hope my lungs don't freeze.

All of these qualify as soul food -- the things that nourish me internally. I love it, love the babies, love being active and outside. Great to be alive...

Winter

A random, totally out of order selection of winter thus far...

Ski Ashby!

My new fave xcountry ski spot, Ashby Park. Thinking of an urban xcountry ski tour, hit the parks in my neighborhood on a snowy day. Up next: Beaverdale Park...for a ski or 'shoe. Maybe in the morning before the rain melts it all away...

Xtraining

After my personal triumph at Sycamore 8, Blizzard '09 hit. Wahoo for 15" of snow...I ran twice last week, grand total of 7 miles; I did snowshoe 2xs and ski 2xs. I figure it is an ok thing to mix it up provided I do run a bit (3xs a week, maybe?) as well. I can tell winter sports take the energy out of you much quicker than summer ones; I love it, though. Snowshoeing is stupid fun...

Personal best

Sycamore 8 was by far my best race ever. Time wise, mile/minute time, and fun. I think I could really dig a trail run series; running through the woods makes me feel like a kid again. So does walking in the falling snow...can't keep myself from smiling. What a great thing.

Saturday

Sycamore 8 on Saturday, 9 am.

Hoping to beat my time (1:06) from last year
That my knees hold up for 8 miles of trail
That the Cherry Coke waiting for me at the end will be earned.

More to come.

Life

There is life in this home tonight...our kids were WOUND and out of control; Aunt Ashley is here, she and Kari are laughing on the couch...the babies, an hour after going to bed, are still jabbering. The dog is licking; has been for an hour and now the house smells vaguely of corn chips. The TV is on, as are many lights. And I gotta say...I would not have it any other way.