Sam had an early cross country meet up in Lyons, Colorado. It was in incredibly gorgeous fall day. This is Longs Peak – probably the only time of year this peak does not have snow on it:
While waiting for the race to start, I found the house I might want to live in. You can all come visit and we can party on that deck:
While Emma was waiting she played some tackle. I hope she did not break a nail because I will hear about it all day long:
Sam yelled at me more than once about taking pictures. “Mom. It is too early. I am tired. I am not in the mood.” Well, I am in the mood and I am your mother and therefore the boss so shut your pie hole. Mother of the year.
Sam is #548. In this picture he is talking to his friends about how great his mother is.
The start of the middle school boys’ race:
There they go for the two miler. Good thing the do not have to run up that small hill:
Sam did really well. The course was about 600 feet short of 2 miles and he did it in 13:59. There is this local kid who wins EVERY race EVERY year. He did the race in 10:25. Show off.
Here Sam goes, the only picture I got of him running:
Post race. When he got his haircut last time, he actually asked for a mullet. I am not kidding:
For some reason I have boobs in this picture. Remind me to always hunch over like that.
We then headed to a favorite coffee shop for some treats. I had a bagel breakfast sandwich and coffee. The perfect combo to make me have to crap:
Now, I’m headed to the mountains of Frisco, Colorado (near Breckenridge), with two of the best girlfriends in the world, Julie and Erika. We make this trip at least once per year to stay at Julie’s parents’ place when they aren’t using it. It is very shabby, almost like trailer park trash, but I go anyway. It’s good to slum down every once in awhile.
You may remember pictures from last year. It’s important to wear slippers with a bikini while make dinner:
There is nothing – and I mean NOTHING – like getting away with the girls. Don’t get all excited when I tell you we brush each other’s hair, share the same bed, spoon, talk each other’s ears off and give back rubs. There will be no training or elevated heart rates or sweating. Just mucho laying around.
I am craving a “dirty.” I LOVE dirty martinis, but don’t have them often. Something about the salty olives, the smooth vodka and the dry vermouth is perfection.
No, my name is not Sue.
Hopefully I’ll have some hot tub/martini pictures for you tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, when I get home I’m hoping to run 11 miles to commemorate/remember 9/11.
Are you going to try to run/walk/bike/swim/crawl 11 miles tomorrow?
What’s your favorite “special occasion” drink? The dirty.
Did you run cross country in middle/high school/college? No. I ate nachos.