Around the Horn

Go Packers! It's Superbowl Week, friends. What will you be doing game day? While my team rests up for the 2011 season, I'll be throwing my support behind the Cheeseheads of the green and yellow, and the class act of Aaron Rogers. My brother Justin grew up rooting for GB, my brother Morgan watched them annihilate our G-Men over Christmas but I just want to see Rogers launch off the wake of the Brett Favre era into his own legacy. Me and my Moms will be kicking it Salt Lake style with 3.2% frosties.

(Morgan @ Green Bay, 12/26/10. Giants 17 - GB 45)

Snow seems to be falling everywhere. EXCEPT HERE. With each picture, each text my sister sends from New York, I feel a huge longing to jump on a plane and head right into the maelstrom. The scarves and sweaters and wool socks I packed so carefully for my life on the road split between car, storage and various dwellings, are worthless. Sure it's 50 in the morning and I bundle up to walk the 20 yards to my car. Then I pull it all off throughout the day until I'm in a tank top and shorts, heading out of Crossfit into the sunset. No fog, no clouds, not an inkling of a temperature drop beyond 4 degrees. I try to appreciate it, begrudgingly, because I already have a sense of how finite the ski season is and how long it's been since we saw fresh snow in Tahoe. I think I'm going through early withdrawal from snow.

A good start to the day is when I can get a great run in, rally for an early spin class, or finish a magazine in bed. Living this vagabond life, I'm acutely aware of the magazine back-up in my life. Vanity Fair, Runners World, Trail Runner, the New Yorker, Esquire, More, Men's Journal and whatever I pick up along the way, Wend (because it's new), the Economist (the cover story was happiness begins at 46!), Elle (because I DO want sexy hair) and whatever a friend might send my way (Simple Living, Oprah). So while I acknowledge my addiction, I also battle with it, carrying around a constant 20 or so pubs in a tote bag, keeping a couple in my car (for accidents and traffic jams), a couple in my gym bag (if I make a random stop at the company gym), a couple in the bathroom and a couple by the bed. So generally I'll have maybe 5 magazines in some state of half-read and when I finally get to a last page of any one of them there's a small ceremonial march to the recycling bin and a huge sense of accomplishment. Today I finished the October issue of ESPN the Magazine's
body issue. 3 months later but totally worth it. Some amazing pics. Check it out. JFew, here's to our paddling bods in 2011! Ha nalue wanakaupiku kapoo poo!


(photo from ESPN, Body Issue 2009)

Comments

Jennie said…
WOW, you weren't kidding. I certainly don't have that muscle.

Popular posts from this blog

Lessons Learned Planning for the Tour de Mont Blanc

What to Write About

Christmas, Family and Skiing