This is an excellent photo from Reese Hanneman, taken when we spent the night at his uncle’s house in Seatte enroute to Canmore.  I need to get me one of these!  I even got to goose the engine a little bit, and it growled so pugnaciously.  Ferocious and enticing.  Supposedly we were also in the Seattle Times because we had our photos taken with a picture of Apolo Ohno at the airport, but I haven’t seen it yet.  I think I was trying to look like I was speed skating... it might be best that I don’t see it.

 

-France-

 

Congratulations to myself.  I managed to waste an entire day.  We aren’t talking about a little bit of slacking here, this is about out and out 15 hours of nothing accomplished.  I am sitting in a hotel room in France, quarantined for the good of the rest of the athletes, and I can’t even be relied on to fill out my training log for the last week.  Not that it will be hard... I have been sick and traveling etc. so there aren’t many real workouts to try and remember.  It’s the principle of it that is so infuriating.  You would think, in 15 hours, I would maybe do all the little things that I would like to do: training log, letter to my aunt, organize my clothes and stuff, upload photos from my walk yesterday, write a blog.  Seriously, thats 3 hours worth of stuff when meandering along at a snails pace.  And I just spent the whole day on the internet.  

 

 

I did manage to jog a little and shower.  Baby steps.  Tomorrow I will be productive, and maybe get to ski!  Stay tuned for potentially photos from my ski/jog here.  The town is super rustic and small, classic tiny French town.  It’s seriously 50m long: diminutive!  But fairly picturesque.