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January 02, 2008

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Limping across the finish line...

Well, I made it. Woke up at 4am, ate a Balance bar with my 4 Advil while icing my knee a bit. Sipped on some coffee as I made my way downtown in the dark. When I got to City Park, the night came alive. There were people everywhere and a DJ blasting 'pump you up' music. The lines for the port-a-potties were a mile long with nervous runners trying to empty their tanks before the start. After the Star Spangled Banner was played, they shouted the countdown. Everyone cheered and started moving towards the starting line. I was probably the 1000th person in line, so it took me a minute or so to get there. It was a very cool feeling crossing the starting line, but that was quickly squashed when I realize just how crowded the road was. Everyone was jockeying for position and no one could really get any type of pace going. The first mile wound through City Park and everyone was jammed in like cattle. 10 min 30 sec. was the time on the clock at the 1 mile mark. Not quite the p

What's going on here?

Time for one last picture challenge of 2007. Any guesses? I'll post the answer tomorrow as a comment...

What I like about camping...

On Saturday morning, we sat by the shore of Steamboat Lake and watched the kids play in the water. Kacey, Tanya & I launched into a conversation answering the question, 'What level of cleanliness do you need when you camp?' It got me thinking about why I like to camp so much. Here is my answer to that question and some of the things I came up with... - I like to get dirty. Not filthy, but getting a little dirt under my finger nails, having my hair get a tad oily...it's all good. Almost every day, I get up, shower and shave. For work, I have to wear a tie...boo! Getting a little dirty around the campsite feels really good breaking away from the norm of everyday cleanliness. - Along the same lines, I love waking up in the morning to find the smell of campfire smoke still firmly embedded in my nose hairs. It's a great reminder of the relaxation I had the night before sitting around the fire, being mesmerized by the flames, and occasionally gazing at the stars.

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