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10. Do we have exfoliating soap? I need to scrub the race number off my arm.
9. I would buy new clothes, but I’m saving for skis (or harness, or bike, or other favorite toy).
Top Ten Things Outdoor Women Say
Need Outdoor Gear? When to Buy, Rent, or Steal
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We do one of two things when it comes to buying outdoor gear for our newest sport. We either go all out and buy the most expensive gear, including matching clothes after trying the sport once. Or, we beg, borrow, or buy the cheapest stuff available. Either way, we’re in for some problems. Keep scrolling for how to know when to buy, rent, or steal.
Continue reading “Need Outdoor Gear? When to Buy, Rent, or Steal”The Biggest Celebrities in the Mountains
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Forget Sundance—the biggest celebrities in the mountains drawing out all the photographers, paparazzi, and tourists are the moose. They are everywhere and nowhere all at once. Continue reading “The Biggest Celebrities in the Mountains”
Top Ten Signs You Have an Outdoor Gear Addiction
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10. You have a drawer dedicated to ski clothes, another for swimsuits, and yet another for hiking clothes.
9.You have four different helmets: climbing, skiing, biking, and four-wheeling.
8. Your bike matches your jersey, which matches your jacket, which matches your skis. Continue reading “Top Ten Signs You Have an Outdoor Gear Addiction”
A Torn ACL and All I Got Was This Lousy Story
Like all my major injuries, the story that goes along with it sucks.
I was getting kids off a lift and when I turned to help the one on my left, the other one’s ski went under mine and swiped my leg out from underneath me. I felt a little silly about the entire thing until I found three other instructors who did the same thing the same way. I will say this for myself, I got those kids down the mountain and none of them had any idea I was injured. I did, however, ignore all requests to cut through trees and hit bumps. For one run, I was the boring instructor. Continue reading “A Torn ACL and All I Got Was This Lousy Story”
A Torn Ligament and All I Got was This Lousy Story
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Last time I ended up in Instacare, I walked into a pole and cut open my face. I swore next time I had an injury, I’d better have a cool story. Instead, I trip in the grocery store parking lot and fall in front of about five people. Dang that smooth, well-paved parking lot. Continue reading “A Torn Ligament and All I Got was This Lousy Story”
Things to Never Say to Someone at the Finish Line
There are certain things that you just don’t say to someone after they cross the finish line of a difficult race. Here are a few favorites.
10. Maybe running/biking/swimming just isn’t your thing.
9. Times aren’t everything.
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Hilariously Bad Family Road Trips
In honor of Memorial weekend, we celebrate the horribly hilarious family road trips that could only result from the no seatbelt laws from our childhood.
Redneck Sports: Canal Waterskiing
For this month’s edition of Redneck Sports, we head to the canal. The long, hot nights of summer force people into some inventive situations. You have to take stock of what you have and see what you can do with it. We had:
- A four-wheeler
- Water skis
- A rope
- Two very willing boys
Add in a canal and you can kill some time. Nobody went more than 10 or 15 feet. But at least the driver didn’t drive into the canal (that video would’ve gone viral).
For those of you trying this at home, the canal was only a few feet deep and very slow moving, and we had about four or five adults all lined up and down the canal.
Gagging the Calm, Rational Voice
I have a huge fear of snakes. They reduce me to the screaming, squealing girl I so rarely am. Many times I’ve been on my bike to see, what looks to me, a snake ahead on the road. I panic, freak, consider alternate routes, and then go by as far as way as possible. Every time it turns out to be a rope or a cord, and I feel ridiculous.
