Really stupid...
If an idea is good, it's on the verge of being stupid. ~ Michel Gondry
I have always had this theory… get a group of people in a room, throw out a bunch of ideas and at the end of the night, look at your list to find the most idiotic and that's the one you should do.
This blog was spawned from one very stupid idea - run the Leadville 100. I gave that a shot in the summer of '07 - completed 73 miles - and survived. The blog lives on...
RunStuRun has moved to http://www.runsturun.com
I have always had this theory… get a group of people in a room, throw out a bunch of ideas and at the end of the night, look at your list to find the most idiotic and that's the one you should do.
This blog was spawned from one very stupid idea - run the Leadville 100. I gave that a shot in the summer of '07 - completed 73 miles - and survived. The blog lives on...
RunStuRun has moved to http://www.runsturun.com
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Lucky thirteen...
Thirteen is an unlucky number. If thirteen is unlucky, then so should the letter "B" be. 'Cause "B" looks like a scrunched together "13". Hello, what is your name? Bob. Get the hell away. ~ Mitch Hedberg (link)
Day thirteen on the slopes today at Eldora with Caleb and Pete. Blue skies and actually not-too-frigid temps greeted us with very little wind. So we bombed down to Corona lift to get our non-stoppers on.
Brian Glades opened up after a few cycles down Corona (which featured "variable" snow conditions, to say the least). The far left side of Corona was actually decent but Brian Glades was actually pretty soft with some fresh turns to be had. It got skied out fairly quickly so we went back over to Corona for some more high-speed laps.
No photos from me as I forgot my camera and the lag on the iPhone is so extreme, it makes shooting any action other than straight-on virtually impossible. Pete and Caleb got some shots so hopefully they will share.
Friday, our big, old kitty, Dylan, died (no, that isn't some morbid shot... he actually liked sleeping like that). He was 17 and a half years old and was the purriest fella you would ever like to meet for all of it. He was adopted as a kitten from the Humane Society as a pet for our other cat at the time, Oliver. After a day or so of establishing that Oliver was going to be top-cat, they got along splendidly. Lately, Dylan had become the favorite pillow of Molly, who spent countless hours a day lounging on Dylan to soak up his over-abundant warmth. He didn't seem to mind. He will be missed by all.
On that light note, I am now getting some work done now then I'll be in Boulder all day tomorrow (probably) for car repair and hopefully a couple of meetings. Tentatively planning to go to Vail again on Tuesday then to Gunnison on Wednesday for at least one day at the Butte then back home on Thursday or Friday. Whew.
Get your shortest day of the year on (or longest, for all you south of the equator-types) and if you have a chance to see Thaïs in the theater (re-broadcast from The Met), I highly recommend it. Rach and I got to see the live broadcast yesterday and it was excellent.
~stubert.
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