slippery when wet . . .

just booked my flight yesterday! am going to kelowna again this year for christmas to see my very most favorite sister and this little guy. and you know what that means - way too many home baked cookies, hours of building stuff with lego and lots of multi-colored playdough stuck to the bottom of my sox . . .

still can't believe this weather! after thrusters and kettlebell swings at sunday mass with father jimmy this morning, i threw on the cascadias, braved the 'torrential rain' and played in the mud for almost 2 hours! perfect running temp!

trail pistols . . .

so that's what the inside of a squirrel hole looks like - kool !!!

as i was coming back, i bumped into the super cute, phenomenal mountain biker matt farquharson. he had unfortuntately learned the hard way NOT to try and go fast on the bridges when wet . . .

owwwwww!

he asked if we could do some running together over the winter. okay, ya, right - like this kid is one of the fastest racers in ontario. my only chance is to hope for a lot of slippery bridges ...

and WTF - who put this on my car . . .

saturday was 'date night'. me, lia, marsala and kat went to see the new 'muppet movie'. it was awesome! one of my favorite parts was of course, the singing chickens. oh, and i want fart shoes!!

i think we were the only adults in the theatre without small children. (we tried to convince lia to scrunch down in her seat so we didn't look so strange.)

friday night club was wallballs, box jumps and toes2bar. also practiced front squats - managed one nasty attempt at 145 . . .

and did anyone see the sunrise on friday . . .

There is never an absolute answer to everything, except of course that you have to do your squats.

Coach Mark Rippetoe