Time Flies When You’re Having Fun
Another ski weekend down. Only 13 more to go before closing day.
Is it wrong to say that we are tired? Shhh…don’t tell Mr. B we told you.
Anyways, here’s a little recap of the weekend because we know you are dying to find out what happened:)
Friday:
A late night drive to the mountains with a supreme pizza from Wazee Supper Club in hand. Poor Mr. B. He had to work until 9pm which wasn’t bad because we caught up on all of our cooking shows before we left. Don’t judge…. at least they aren’t soaps! Wait, are they?
Saturday:
Rise and shine…. it’s powder time!
Mr. B and we headed to Breckenridge to meet up with some of his family friends for the day. Usually when we hear Breck and skiing in the same sentence we get grumpy. Almost pissy. It’s a long story but we hate skiing Breck. Whoever designed this mountain is an absolute ra-tard. But of course, the day turned out to be EPIC! We skied in powder that was waist deep. Darn you Breck!
Special Ed Mountain Star Wars Trooper wanna be… And that folks is what we call a special situation…
We concluded our Saturday evening with pizza in bed. AGAIN! We are surprised we haven’t turned into the Pizza The Hutt from the movie Spaceballs. Do you think having pizza twice within 24 hours is a bad thing?
Sunday:
Can you say R-E-P-E-A-T? We slept in and headed to Bob’s Place for round two of the Mexican omelet. It was just as savory as the first time but with less avocado. Bummer.
Given that last weekend it took us 6 hours to get home we decided to try and hit the road early to beat traffic. We kid you not, cars were already starting to back up at the Eisenhower Tunnel by 2:00pm. Have we mentioned that we hate we-70? Every Sunday it’s always one giant cattle call.
We arrived home around 4pm so the drive only took about 2.5 hours, but we still had to run 12 miles. Did we mention that we are trying to run a marathon? Trying being the keyword. Which marathon am we running you ask? Yep, it’s the same one Miz Gibson is training for… The Big D. We are still working on getting our hip in order but so far so good.
Man we look like a tool.
After a giant pep-talk from Mr. B telling us that we would feel better after we finished, we stomped out the door and began our run. It started off fine but miles 4 to 7 were atrocious. Our legs and knees were killing us. If Mr. B hadn’t run the last five miles with us, we would have died. Note to self: don’t ski powder and try to run 12 miles the next day.
Now, it’s Monday and we are recovering and doing laundry up to our ears. Can you believe that next week is February?
Where has time gone?
