So if things have seemed a little quiet around these parts, its because Natalie and I were on a little vacation. Of course, this means that the weeks leading up to the vacation were crazy busy, and that they actual vacation was just a different type of busy.
We spent the week in Duluth, Minnesota (a great town right on Lake Superior) and among other things ran Grandma’s Marathon, drank a shit-ton of coffee, a little bit of wine, and spent a good amount of time with all the Andersons, Olsons, Johnsons, and other Minnesotasons. Oh, and Natalie flew a plane.
The marathon was rough on everyone, and we were a good ways off our target times. I have been telling everyone that the bank foreclosed on the farm around mile 14. At least that’s what it felt like. But now that the race is behind us, we have a fantastic summer of Frisbee, cycling, barbecue, and tending to our new chickens. Nat’s going to pick up the Capoiera again, and I am going for a slot on the varsity yoga squad. We also have some sweet bikes coming back from paint, so stay tuned.
