Party in the house!
The only way to keep Isaac out of trouble.
Time for Mom to step it up a notch. "Plank with no legs" as ordered by Annika. I double dog dare you to try this move.
Plastic skis for an evening yard ski session.
Issac's first time wearing a chef's cap
He loves to cook.
and helping make dessert
and maybe his last?
Who can say no to a face like that? .... I don't know...maybe the person cleaning the mess
Issac is technically too young for the official program
He feels he is the exact right size for the donut table.
Let's be 100% honest right here and right now. There is no child on this earth who will choose to nordic ski over alpine. Nordic skiing is about patience and grit. Alpine is about speed! However, nordic skiing is a great lifelong sport and bribes of donuts are acceptable and appropriate if we hope to keep the sport alive and well in future generations.
Let the record state Annika would like to try ski jumping. I mean it looks so easy on
tv in real life. Can you spot the figure flying through the air? For the records ...we offer no bribes to encourage ski jumping in this family.
How's the Boston training going? Well, the only injury to report around here would be a stress fracture to the treadmill deck. Just imagine being in the final minute of your last 5K paced interval and hearing a crack.... as Annika said "Wow Mom, I'm glad that wasn't your leg." Yeah, me too. It seems ironic that for years I would go so much longer in terms or time and distance just to avoid the intensity and fear of interval training only to come to a place of understanding and enjoying the need for intervals to break my treadmill...Ironic because the one thing more important that intensity is consitency..and when you are a Mom of small children who nap and get sick....the easiest way to maintain consistency is utilizing a treadmill. After multiple knees scopes and hip replacements..my husband performed a deck replacement on the treadmill ...only the treadmill then needed a cardiologist accumulating static electricity and delivering shocks to the runner. I'm competitive and I love to run....but we all have our limits. I'd rather loose fitness and have to walk the Boston marathon than be repetitively shocked while training.
It's been a strange winter. It should really be called a Sprinter for half Spring half winter. It was above freezing all week , rained, then was beautiful for the kids race .
In all honestly ...I passed racer number 556 at some point and then he edged past me entering the finishing chute. I was so tired from heaving myself through ungroomed snow for the entire race that I thought if I fell I would never get up. Experts say....The difference between me and really good female nordic skiers is they do "40 dips " in the weight room without a struggle and NOT baby dips....to think my strength regime consists of carrying a baby.
Tim won the Fatbike race at the Noque the day after the nordic race. He's not sure if he was the fastest or most skilled but he was the smartest and did not skip half the course like most of the field.
Sometimes it doesn't pay to go with the flow.
Pre race excitement.
Catholic schools week....St.Elizabeth of Hungary for the win. You see when your veil gets tangled in the basket you are carrying ...the basket that really is a bit too big and heavy. It's full of bread to feed to poor ...and you almost fall over but persevere...there is no costume that can outshine your heart!