Monday, August 22, 2016

Speaking of Inspiration . . .

I've been inspired by so many peeps these last few weeks, and not just Jacquie and Mistah in the OB gift shop . . .

Swimmers and runners and gymnasts and pole vaulters and man I love those hammer throwers and volleyball players and divers and high jumpers and long jumpers and triple jumpers and horse jumpers and swimmers and vaulters and balance beamers -- I mean, can you even imagine? -- and hurdlers and sprinters and long distance swimmers and runners and badminton badasses and archers and soccer players for the love of mercy, and UConn hoops players and rowers and well, swimmers and runners and gymnasts. The most inspiring athletes and stories in the world.

Until yesterday.

Because nobody -- nobody -- is more inspiring than my sister Julie who spent the entirety of yesterday swimming and biking and running.

And nobody is more exhausted than I and my sisters and my mom and Julie's kids and friends are, after all that on-line tracking all day. Whew! That was hard work! As were on-site Sherpa-and-cheering duties for Julie's JK and his Dad.

Okay okay, maybe Julie is more exhausted than we are today . . .

After all, she swam 2.4 miles in just under an hour and a quarter: 1:14:30.


And then she biked 112 miles in under 7 hours. 6:43:15. On her bicycle.

(Sorry for the quality -- it's a still from a video JK sent which was absolutely adorable. Julie. On her bike. For seven hours. And still adorable.)


And then? Well, then Julie ran a marathon. 26.2 miles in just under 5 hours. 4:59:06.

I mean, can you even?

And after all that, 13 hours and 17 minutes later, the finish line approached:

The field began as 1632, but it looks like 1346 Ironpeeps finished. Including Julie, at 13:17:16.

She was the 110th female finisher. Sixth in her age group. And 507th overall. Out of 1346 brave souls.

Courageous. Intrepid. Strong. Fit. Brave. Determined.

Inspiring.

IronWoman

Speaking of Inspiration . . .

I've been inspired by so many peeps these last few weeks, and not just Jacquie and Mistah in the OB gift shop . . .

Swimmers and runners and gymnasts and pole vaulters and man I love those hammer throwers and volleyball players and divers and high jumpers and long jumpers and triple jumpers and horse jumpers and swimmers and vaulters and balance beamers -- I mean, can you even imagine? -- and hurdlers and sprinters and long distance swimmers and runners and badminton badasses and archers and soccer players for the love of mercy, and, UConn hoops players and rowers and well, swimmers and runners and gymnasts. The most inspiring athletes and stories in the world.

Until yesterday.

Because nobody -- nobody -- is more inspiring than my sister Julie who spent the entirety of yesterday swimming and biking and running.

And nobody is more exhausted than I and my sisters and my mom and Julie's kids and friends are, after all that on-line tracking all day. Whew! That was hard work! As were on-site Sherpa-and-cheering duties for Julie's JK and his Dad.

Okay okay, maybe Julie is more exhausted than we are today . . .

After all, she swam 2.4 miles in just under an hour and a quarter: 1:14:30.


And then she biked 112 miles in under 7 hours. 6:43:15. On her bicycle.

(Sorry for the quality -- it's a still from a video JK sent which was absolutely adorable. Julie. On her bike. For seven hours. And still adorable.)


And then? Well, and then Julie ran a marathon. 26.2 miles in just under 5 hours. 4:59:06.

I mean, can you even?

And after all that, 13 hours and 17 minutes later, the finish line approached:

The field began as 1632, but it looks like 1346 Ironpeeps finished. Including Julie, at 13:17:16.

She was the 110th female finisher. Sixth in her age group. And 507th overall. Out of 1346 brave souls.

Courageous. Intrepid. Strong. Fit. Brave. Determined.

Inspiring.

IronWoman

Friday, August 19, 2016

a little more inspiration

I forgot about these! My phone was dead, so I asked Clara to take over the immortalizing of inspirational photos in the Ocean Beach Park gift shop:






I can't believe we didn't buy ALL OF THEM.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Duragno Love II

So, where were we?

Ah, yes, my mother was ejected from the raft when we went over smelter rapids! The excitement!! She was a trooper. Really she was. She never let go of the raft, she hung on tight to that rope, and the guide had her pulled back up on to the boat in no time. Poor me, though. I could not see her wee hand holding on for dear life on the other side of the boat. I was turned around the other way focused on her sad little hat floating back behind the raft. Where was she? Why wasn't she coming up? Mom???  I was very relieved to find out her hat and her were not attached in the least. She misses that little hat, but I say hooray that they weren't together....

Mother-ejecting rapids were not excitement enough though, so the next day we headed to Purgatory -- not the way station somewhere between nirvana and the firey depths of hell -- but the local ski resort. I mean, why let that mountain resort go idle in the summer? Instead, create a super fun, super fast, super long luge course, and add zip lines, bungee tramp jumps, climbing walls and the like.

I was actually freaking out on the way up the ski lift to the luge start. It felt so open and high and easy to fall out of. (I realized about half way up that there was a safety bar to hold me and my youngest in. Yay.) And, truth be told, I was still freaking out when we doubled up in our little bobsled and took off down that mountain.

BUT..... so fun!


Hello, Tiff and Skyler!

Hello my girls, Mer clearly in the lead and lovin' it.
Hello Jack and Cappi working on your way-high-up-in-the-sky flips.

And on your distance-from-the-ground records.

And oh, hey Mer, working on that joy.

Oh, and hello there, Anneke, way closer to the ground. (psst... she didn't make it much higher than that!)
Who knew purgatory would be so beautiful?
 
 The next day we found ourselves on that very same road to Purgatory, but at a lower elevation.

A sweet operation called James Ranch, where you can get one hell of a lunch with one hell of a view and interact with cows and goats and chickens and even chipmunks.

Hello goat!


Aww.

This next duo of photos cracks me up. One of the staffers came down and said the goats needed to move to their pen for a few hours, and told the kids they could do it.
Whoa, hold on!

Wait, pull harder!
And finally, what would a family trip to Durango be without the obligatory old-timey photo? Here's the winning shot of my wild girls.