Let’s Go Skiing

Let’s Go Skiing

From Loveland to Mammoth, with a Little Beaver Creek and Aspen Thrown In

There comes a time in life when you have to ask yourself an important question: Are we going to spend another winter talking about skiing, or are we actually going to get out there and do it?

For Jan Baby and me, the answer is pretty obvious.

LET’S GO SKIING!

After a few years away from the slopes, we’re ready to dust off the ski gear, reacquaint ourselves with gravity, and head for the mountains. And if we’re going to do this properly, we’re going to need a ski cabin, several days of mountain adventures, a couple of pairs of skis, and a healthy appreciation for the fact that we’re not getting any younger.

But then, who says you have to grow up just because you’re getting older?

Loveland Ski Area: Colorado Skiing Without the Fuss

Living in Loveland, Colorado, puts us within easy reach of one of the state’s great skiing destinations: Loveland Ski Area.

Located high in the Continental Divide just west of the Eisenhower Tunnel on Interstate 70, Loveland is a Colorado institution. It’s famous for its high elevation, abundant natural snowfall, spectacular mountain scenery, and a refreshing lack of pretension.

You won’t find a sprawling luxury shopping village or a parade of designer boutiques here. Loveland is about the skiing, pure and simple.

The mountain has two distinct areas. Loveland Valley is a terrific place for beginners to find their ski legs, with gentler slopes and a comfortable learning environment. Loveland Basin offers a much bigger playground, with long groomed runs, challenging steeps, wide-open bowls, and enough variety to keep experienced skiers entertained.

And because Loveland sits so high in the Rockies, it often opens earlier in the season than many other Colorado resorts. When the snow starts flying, Loveland is frequently one of the first places where you can get out and enjoy it.

It’s the kind of mountain where you can spend the day working on your turns, chasing fresh powder, or simply enjoying the fact that you’re outside on a beautiful Colorado day instead of sitting in front of a television.

Naturally, we decided it was the perfect time to pay a visit and get Alisha up and skiing.

A Previous Little Family Ski Day

Jan Baby and I took Zac and his girlfriend, Alisha, to Loveland for a day on the mountain.

Now, I have a tendency to take charge when an opportunity presents itself. Some people might call it enthusiasm. Others might call it an inability to mind their own business.

Either way, when the opportunity arose to teach Alisha how to ski, I stepped right up.

After all, Jan Baby and I weren’t exactly beginners ourselves. We’d both been certified professional ski instructors, teaching at June Mountain in California. We had spent plenty of time helping people learn the fundamentals of skiing, from those first tentative steps on slippery boards to the moment when everything finally clicks.

So I figured I was reasonably qualified to take Alisha under my wing.

How hard could it be?

As it turned out, I had a pretty good student on my hands.

But first, a little history about how Jan Baby and Flash acquired their skiing credentials.

June Mountain: Where We Learned to Teach

June Mountain, located near June Lake in California’s Eastern Sierra Nevada, is one of those places that makes you fall in love with the mountains.

Surrounded by spectacular scenery, June Mountain offers a relaxed, uncrowded skiing experience that feels a world away from the hustle and bustle of some of the larger resorts.

Its wide-open slopes, varied terrain, and laid-back atmosphere make it a wonderful destination for families, recreational skiers, and anyone who appreciates a little breathing room on the mountain.

June Mountain also has something special going for it: a more intimate feel. You’re there to ski, enjoy the scenery, and spend time on the slopes without feeling as though you’re navigating a giant amusement park.

It was here that Jan Baby and I developed our abilities as professional ski instructors.

Teaching skiing requires more than simply being able to point your skis downhill and make it to the bottom in one piece. You have to understand balance, body position, turning mechanics, speed control, and the psychology of teaching someone who may be wondering why anyone would voluntarily slide down a mountain on two narrow planks. Of course, Jan ignored all that, hooked up with the pro skiers and tagged along to greatness.

You learn patience. You learn how to break complicated movements into manageable steps. And you learn that every student progresses at a different pace.

Those experiences helped us become better skiers and better instructors.

Eventually, we decided to take our skills to the next level.

That meant Mammoth Mountain.

Mammoth Mountain: A Whole Different Ballgame

Located near Mammoth Lakes, California, Mammoth Mountain is a major ski destination with an entirely different personality from June Mountain.

Where June is intimate and relaxed, Mammoth is big, bold, and expansive.

Mammoth boasts a high summit, substantial vertical terrain, a large lift system, and an enormous variety of runs. From beginner slopes to long cruisers, steep chutes, and challenging alpine terrain, it offers something for practically every level of skier.

Its elevation and generally generous snowfall have made it one of California’s premier ski destinations.

And with a mountain that size comes a more competitive environment for ski instructors.

Jan Baby rose to the occasion.

Out of approximately 150 skiers who tried out for instructor positions at Mammoth, Jan was one of only five selected.

Five out of 150!

That’s an impressive accomplishment by any measure. It speaks to her skiing ability, her technique, and the skills she brought to the mountain.

I was pretty proud of her. Of course, I also knew better than to let her forget it.

After all, it’s not every day that you get to tell people your wife made the cut at Mammoth when nearly everyone else went home without a job.

But Jan wasn’t the only one in our family with some serious skiing experience.

Meet the Skiers: Zac, Max, Jan Baby, and Flash

Zac and the University of Colorado

Let’s start with Zac.

Zac attended the University of Colorado Boulder, a major public research university nestled against the spectacular Rocky Mountain foothills. CU Boulder is known for its engineering programs, research, beautiful campus, and enviable access to Colorado’s outdoor playground.

It’s also a place where skiing can become a rather persuasive alternative to studying.

Zac was pursuing engineering, which presumably required a fair amount of time with books, equations, and other things that don’t involve sliding downhill.

However, I sometimes wonder whether he spent a little too much time enjoying the nearby ski resorts and not quite enough time contemplating the finer points of engineering.

I’m not saying skiing interfered with his studies.

I’m just saying that when you attend college in Boulder, the mountains are practically waving at you from the classroom window.

And when fresh powder is calling, even the most dedicated engineering student can experience a temporary lapse in academic discipline.

Max: A Natural on Skis, but Not Quite Hooked

Then there’s Max. At a very young age, Max seemed to master just about every aspect of skiing, developing the skills and confidence that would make many skiers envious. He had the ability, the technique, and the opportunity to become a lifelong mountain enthusiast. But for whatever reason, the skiing bug never quite bit him. While the rest of us were dreaming about powder days and planning our next trips to the mountains, Max was perfectly content to pursue other interests. But there’s still hope! We’re keeping our fingers crossed that this might be the year Max decides to reinvest in his skiing and join the family for a day or two on the slopes. After all, with his early start and natural ability, he might just surprise himself—and the rest of us. And if nothing else, a little family competition on the mountain could be just the motivation he needs to rediscover the fun of skiing!

Jan Baby: One of the Five

Then there’s Jan Baby.

As we’ve established, she was one of just five instructors selected from 150 candidates at Mammoth Mountain. She’s an accomplished skier with a solid technical foundation and years of experience on the slopes.

Although she’s taken a few years off from skiing, I have no doubt that her skills will come back quickly. Skiing is one of those activities that gets into your muscle memory. You might be a little rusty at first, but the fundamentals don’t simply disappear.

Flash: From Holiday Hill to Mammoth

And then there’s yours truly.

Flash began his skiing journey at Holiday Hill, where I first discovered the joys of sliding downhill on skis.

From there, I moved on to Kirkwood, near Lake Tahoe, California, before progressing to June Mountain and eventually Mammoth Mountain.

That’s a pretty respectable journey through some memorable ski country.

Along the way, I developed my technique, learned the art of teaching, and discovered that skiing is as much about control and balance as it is about speed.

Of course, being a ski instructor also gives you a certain degree of confidence when someone asks you to teach them how to ski.

Sometimes that confidence is justified.

Sometimes it leads you to take on a student who turns out to be better than you expected.

Which brings us back to Alisha.

Alisha: One of My Best Students Ever

When I took Alisha under my wing at Loveland, we started with the basics.

First, we worked on turning left.

Then we worked on turning right.

And, perhaps most importantly, we learned how to stop.

In skiing, stopping is generally considered a desirable skill. It ranks somewhere between knowing how to turn and avoiding trees.

The classic snowplow, or wedge, is one of the first techniques a beginner learns. By bringing the ski tips closer together and spreading the tails apart, a skier can control speed and eventually come to a stop.

It’s not the most elegant way to travel down a mountain, but it beats the alternatives.

Alisha picked up the fundamentals remarkably quickly.

She listened to instructions, concentrated on what she was doing, and made steady progress. She wasn’t afraid to try, and she was willing to make adjustments when something wasn’t working.

In fact, Alisha was among the best students I’ve ever taught.

I don’t hand out that compliment lightly.

Teaching beginners can be a challenging business. Sometimes you explain a movement five different ways, demonstrate it repeatedly, and still find your student heading downhill with the grace and direction of a shopping cart with a broken wheel.

Alisha was a different story.

She learned to turn both left and right, developed her snowplow stop, and gradually gained confidence as the day progressed.

By the end of our time on the mountain, she was beginning to make stem christie turns.

For those unfamiliar with the terminology, a stem christie is a progression toward parallel skiing. The skier begins a turn with a wedge, then brings the outside ski into a more parallel position as the turn develops.

It’s an important step toward smoother, more efficient skiing.

And Alisha was getting there.

I was beginning to feel pretty pleased with myself. After all, a former professional ski instructor likes to think he still has a little magic left in his teaching bag.

Then came the final run.

The Last Run: Never Trust a “Beginner” Sign

As the day wound down, we decided to make one more run.

It was supposedly a beginner run.

Supposedly.

By this point, Alisha had made tremendous progress, but learning to ski is physically demanding. Your legs get tired, your concentration starts to wander, and the turns that seemed perfectly manageable earlier in the day suddenly require more effort.

The last run turned out to be a bit rough.

Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly the triumphant, graceful conclusion I might have envisioned when I first volunteered to teach her.

But that’s skiing.

Even experienced skiers have bad runs. Sometimes the snow isn’t what you expected. Sometimes your legs are tired. Sometimes the mountain reminds you that it doesn’t particularly care about your plans.

And sometimes a beginner run turns out to be a little more interesting than advertised.

The important thing was that Alisha had made remarkable progress throughout the day. She’d learned the fundamentals, developed some control, and taken her first steps toward a more advanced skiing technique.

One rough run couldn’t take that away.

Besides, every skier needs a good story about the day things didn’t go quite according to plan.

I’m sure Alisha will have plenty of opportunities to remind me of this one.

Jan Baby Is Ready to Reinvest in Her Skiing

Our day at Loveland accomplished something else, too.

It got Jan Baby thinking seriously about returning to skiing.

For the last few years, skiing has taken a back seat to some other adventures.

Jan and I spent considerable time traveling around the country in our fifth-wheel travel trailer, exploring new places and enjoying the freedom of life on the road.

We visited new destinations, took in the scenery, and enjoyed the kind of travel that allows you to stay a little longer when you find a place you love.

More recently, we’ve been splitting our time between our beach house on North Topsail Island, North Carolina, and our home in Loveland, Colorado, affectionately known as The Ranchette.

It’s hard to complain about having those two places to call home.

On the island, we can enjoy the beach, ocean breezes, and the pleasures of coastal living. In Loveland, we’ve got our home, our projects, our friends, and the Rocky Mountains practically in our backyard.

But there’s one thing the beach and the Ranchette don’t quite provide.

Skiing.

And after spending a day at Loveland, Jan is ready to make up for lost time.

She doesn’t need to learn how to ski. She doesn’t need to start from scratch. She already has the skills, the experience, and the credentials to prove she belongs on the mountain.

She simply needs to get back out there.

I suspect that once she’s had a few days to shake off the rust, she’ll be skiing with the same confidence that earned her that coveted Mammoth instructor position all those years ago.

And knowing Jan Baby, she’ll probably be correcting my technique before the week is over.

I suppose that’s the price a husband pays when he’s married to a woman who can ski.

Christmas With the Kids

Before we get too carried away planning our mountain adventures, there’s another important event on the calendar.

Christmas!

We’re looking forward to spending the holiday with our kids: Zac and Alisha, who are now married, and Max.

Having everyone together is something we look forward to, especially as the years go by and everyone gets busy with the various demands of life.

Zac and Alisha have moved into the married-couple chapter of their story, and it’ll be fun to have them together for the holidays.

Then there’s Max, who’s currently unemployed and apparently determined to make the most of a carefree lifestyle while the opportunity presents itself.

Some people call it unemployment.

Others might call it an extended sabbatical from the responsibilities of conventional employment.

Whatever the terminology, I suspect Max is enjoying the freedom.

I’m not sure how long that particular lifestyle will remain sustainable, but in the meantime, we’ll enjoy having him around for Christmas.

After all, life isn’t just about careers, schedules, and financial planning. It’s also about family, making memories, and enjoying the time we have together.

And if the holiday season includes a little skiing, a little laughter, and a few days in the mountains, so much the better.

The Great Colorado Ski Cabin Hunt

Now we come to the part of the plan that has Jan Baby and me particularly excited.

We’re looking forward to finding the perfect mountain ski cabin.

Not just any cabin, mind you.

We’re talking about a place where we can settle in for several days and nights, enjoy the mountain atmosphere, get up in the morning, and head straight out for a day on the slopes.

A comfortable place to relax after skiing is important, too. We’re not necessarily looking for a sprawling luxury estate with a staff of twelve. We’d be perfectly happy with a cozy mountain retreat, a warm fireplace, a comfortable bed, and a convenient location.

Somewhere we can enjoy a little mountain solitude without being too far from the action.

Our plan is to explore the Beaver Creek and Aspen areas, both of which offer outstanding skiing and their own distinctive mountain personalities.

Beaver Creek: A Little Luxury in the Rockies

Beaver Creek is known for its beautifully maintained slopes, excellent grooming, impressive mountain scenery, and polished resort atmosphere.

It’s a wonderful destination for skiers who appreciate well-prepared runs, comfortable lift facilities, and a variety of terrain.

The resort has a reputation for making the entire skiing experience feel special, from its village setting to the quality of its on-mountain amenities.

Of course, all that refinement can come at a price, so finding the right cabin or accommodation will be part of the adventure.

We want to enjoy the mountain without feeling as though we need to sell a rental property to pay for the privilege.

A little research, some flexibility, and a willingness to stay just outside the most expensive areas might be the ticket.

Aspen: Four Mountains and a Whole Lot of Skiing

Then there’s Aspen.

Aspen is practically synonymous with skiing, and for good reason. The area offers four distinct mountains: Aspen Mountain, Aspen Highlands, Buttermilk, and Snowmass.

Each has its own character.

Aspen Mountain is known for its challenging terrain and steep runs. Aspen Highlands attracts accomplished skiers with its demanding slopes and famous Highland Bowl. Buttermilk is particularly welcoming to beginners and intermediate skiers, while Snowmass offers an enormous variety of terrain for just about every ability level.

Together, they create one of the most varied skiing destinations in North America.

Aspen also has its famous town, with restaurants, shops, galleries, and a lively atmosphere that makes it an attractive place to spend time even when you’re not skiing.

But our primary mission is to get on the slopes.

We’re thinking several days of skiing, a comfortable cabin, a couple of pairs of skis, and enough time to enjoy the mountains without feeling rushed.

We’ll find our accommodations, load up the gear, and head out each morning to explore a different part of the mountain.

And when the day is done, we’ll return to our little mountain retreat, relax, and start planning the next day’s adventure.

At least, that’s the plan.

Knowing us, there may be a few detours along the way.

From the Mountains Back to the Island

Eventually, even the best ski trip has to come to an end.

We’ll pack up our equipment, load everything back into the vehicle, and begin the journey home.

But rather than heading back to the Ranchette for good, we’ll eventually make our way back to our beach house on North Topsail Island.

There’s something appealing about that contrast.

One day we’re skiing in the Colorado Rockies, surrounded by snow-covered peaks and crisp mountain air. Before long, we’re back on the North Carolina coast, walking along the beach and listening to the waves roll ashore.

Snow one week. Sand the next.

Not a bad way to spend retirement.

And that’s really what this next chapter is all about.

We’ve spent years traveling, exploring, working on our homes, enjoying family, and finding new ways to keep life interesting. Now it’s time to add a little more skiing back into the mix.

Jan Baby is ready to return to the sport she loves.

Flash is ready to dust off his ski-instructor credentials.

Zac and Alisha will hopefully join us for more adventures, and Max may eventually discover that a job and a ski pass aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive.

And who knows? Perhaps Alisha will be making beautiful stem christie turns by the next time we hit the slopes.

As for me, I’m looking forward to getting back into the mountains with Jan, finding that perfect cabin, and spending several days doing what we both enjoy.

We may not be the youngest skiers on the mountain anymore, but we’ve got experience, enthusiasm, and a healthy appreciation for a good day on the snow.

So, if you happen to see us cruising down a Colorado mountainside, give us a wave.

Just don’t expect us to stop for very long.

After all, we’ve got skiing to do.

Let’s go skiing!

— Flash

Sandy Toes & Fifth Wheel Woes: Flash and Jan’s Beachside Adventure on Bolivar Peninsula

Sandy Toes & Fifth Wheel Woes: Flash and Jan’s Beachside Adventure on Bolivar Peninsula

Flash and Jan—clearly demonstrating a healthy disregard for staying in one place too long—hauled their fifth wheel from Topsail Island and eventually all the way to Loveland, Colorado, collecting camping stories like some folks collect refrigerator magnets. Along the route, they sampled a little bit of everything… but one stop deserves a sandy, slightly windblown spotlight: beach camping on the Bolivar Peninsula.

Now, “camping on the beach” sounds glamorous—and it is—but it also comes with a few unadvertised perks, like a fine, ever-present layer of sand in places you didn’t know sand could go, and a steady Gulf breeze that occasionally upgrades itself to “hold onto your hat and your awning.” Still, park your rig with the waves rolling in just steps away, and suddenly you’re convinced you’ve outsmarted the entire hospitality industry. Rocco the dog agrees.

Just outside Houston on the Gulf Coast, Bolivar Peninsula serves up miles of wide, drivable beaches that feel equal parts freedom and mild rebellion. Crystal Beach and Gilchrist are a quick five-minute drive—close enough for convenience, far enough to justify saying, “we’re getting away from it all.”

But here’s where things get interesting. If you can pry yourself away from your beach chair (and that’s no small ask), the surrounding area turns into a choose-your-own-adventure book:

Head inland to Big Thicket National Preserve, where Mother Nature decided one type of plant wasn’t enough and added carnivorous ones—because apparently the regular kind weren’t exciting enough.

Paddle through Galveston Island State Park, where kayaking trails wind through marshes that are peaceful, scenic, and just mysterious enough to keep you paying attention.

Or venture to Sea Rim State Park, where a casual game of “I spy” might escalate quickly if someone spots an alligator. (Pro tip: let the alligator win.)

Back on Bolivar, your accommodations can range from “fully loaded luxury cabin” to “we brought everything we own and parked it on the sand.” Either way, the peninsula delivers a rare combination: raw coastal beauty with just enough creature comforts to keep things civilized—depending on your definition of civilized, of course.

In short, Bolivar Peninsula isn’t just a stop on the map—it’s the kind of place that makes you question why you ever paid for oceanfront property when you can literally park on it.

Rox In A Box

Rox In A Box

Rox in a Box

Where is Roxanne Today?

Summer of  ’23

Rox Baby had a great summer when Flash & Jan had returned and setup camp at Riverview RV Park in Loveland Colorado. Flash drove Roxanne from her garage hole in the Fort (slang for Fort Collins) and out into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Roxanne provided pickleball transportation through that summer, but alas all good things must come to an end; Roxanne had to head back to her Fort Collins storage garage. Flash disconnected her battery and poured a fair amount of Stabil into the gas tank.

Beach House a Bust

The beach house was supposed to be finished June 1st, whereupon Flash & Jan would be living there and getting every room outfitted with new furniture and assorted amenities. The Topsail Island vacation scene kicks off Memorial Day weekend and goes full steam until mid September. They had hoped to have their ocean view marvel ready for renters by July 1st, and thus receiving rental income to offset the oodles of cash that had been slipping through their fingers since they had the idea to purchase land on the north end of the island.

With a new finish date of August 31st, it was crystal clear that move in and furbish date would have the home rent ready after the season had come to an end, and so a new plan was born. The traveling duo now plan to return to Loveland and move into the Micro Ranch; a half acre property  with views from the west foothills to Devils Backbone to the east. This property too will become a seasonal AirBNB rental, so it, like the beach house, will have to be furnished and outfitted.

Good News for Roxanne

At the Micro Ranch, Rox Baby will be moving into her own garage, this time with shop space! She’s hoping those rumored upgrades will become a reality. Will it be disc brakes? A new suspension would be nice. Maybe a Mustang II front end! Or how about shining up the stainless grill bars and putting them on over a new coat of paint?! Time will tell. A lot of her future will depend upon how lazy Flash is ;-P

Outer Banks | Kitty Hawk | Roanoke Island

Outer Banks | Kitty Hawk | Roanoke Island

Roanoke Island

Kitty
Hawk

Outer Banks

Practice Glides

Brothers

Helpers

Famous People

The Wright Brothers

On December 17, 1903, two brothers from Dayton, Ohio, named Wilbur and Orville Wright, were successful in flying an airplane they built. Their powered aircraft flew for 12 seconds above the sand dunes of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.

“If we worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true really is true, then there would be little hope for advance.”

– Wilbur Wright

Imagin

More Photos

Brothers

Kitty Hawk

Public Access

A Trip to the Beach

Monument

Jan Baby Mesmorized

People

 

Orville and Wilbur Wright

“We were lucky enough to grow up in an environment where there was always much encouragement to children to pursue intellectual interests; to investigate whatever aroused curiosity.”

Beaches

Public Access

Located on the Outer Banks of North Carolina in Dare County, the Town of Kitty Hawk offers year-round residents and visitors alike many spots for Kitty Hawk beach access, and a unique and relaxing vacation environment with plenty of things to do. The origin of Kitty Hawk’s name is still a matter of local debate.

Washington | Goose Creek North Carolina

Washington | Goose Creek North Carolina

Jan Baby and I stopped at Goose Creek State Park and Campground on a quick trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The park is a scant twenty minutes from Washington; AKA Little Washington, or as the locals proudly proclaim, the Original Washington. Yes, the town has a rich history. The campground has rich sunsets! I put my drone up in the air around sunset to have a look around. The trees in the Carolinas are so numerous and dense, that you can’t hardly see anything! Compare and contrast that to Colorado, where you can see natures beauty for miles. Sure, I love trees as much as the next guy, but will likely be spending most of my time near the coast/
A Flash First – Equinox Half Marathon

A Flash First – Equinox Half Marathon

Fall Equinox Half Marathon

2019
September 23rd at 4AM I was quick out of bed and feeling good. The weeks leading up to this momentous event were not without trials and tribulations. Training never goes as planned and when plantar Fasciitis reared its ugly head I thought I would be looking for a bib buyer at the last minute. But a couple test runs earlier in the week gave me hope that I might just pull it off.

 

Anything Missing?

My morning routine consisted of coffee first, fresh ground from Starbucks beans followed closely by a small bowl of raw oats covered in almond milk (30%). I had my fanny pack of water, gels, credit card, cash, phone and several tablets of Ibuprofen ready from the night before. I pulled up the checklist on my phone to make sure I didn’t forget something important. It has happened in the past where I rush out the door and forget my phone, foot pod, HRM – once I forgot my water and gels?!

Did you see any omissions on that list?  That notwithstanding, I used the bathroom and casually excited to my more modern F 150 pickup, put the key in the ignition and I was on my way to the park and ride. Green Events, the event organizer had arranged for school busses to transport all runners to the race start.

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Checklist

Dress
– Compression Socks
– Tank Top
– Sexy Shorts?

Pre Race
– Oatmeal
– Coffee
– Sunscreen

Other
– Water Belt w/ 2 full Bottles
– Bag ‘n TP (optional)
– Bib
– HRM
– Foot Pod
– 4 Gels
– Phone
– Ibuprofen (6)
– Cash & Card
– Sunglasses
– Sweatshirt
– 2 Extra H20 bottles at finish line

The trip from home to Poudre High School was uneventful, but interesting. At 4:45 AM all the cars on the roads were going to the same place. I parked my truck, skipped the porta potty and packet pickup and got into the buses line. As I neared the bus I remembered that my bib was my bus pass. Oh crap, I left my bib at home. What an IDIOT! I called Jan Baby several times and texted here but no joy. She was still catching zzzzz’s. So I jumped into the Ford and blasted home, running only one red light and doing a modest 55 in the 40 MPH zones. Got home, dashed inside and grabbed my bib, dashed back to the truck and on the return trip I upped the MPH by five and ran four lights; it worked. I got onto the last bus up the mountain, phew! While in route I pulled out my phone and added “bib” to my check list 🙂

Bus ride was a hoot. We were not singing songs, but we should have been! Upon disembarking at Mishawaka I went directly to the porta potties, no, I did not pass go nor collect $200.00. For you history buffs, Mishawaka was homesteaded in 1916, so it has some great Americana charm. That went smooth so from there I found a place to change out of my sweats and get into proper running attire; compression socks, over price New Balance running shoes, the briefest of shorts – sporting the Colorado logo no less, fanny pack with supplies, sun glasses and my favorite tank top in a lovely teal blue.

The final step before the gun was to get into the bag drop line. Green Events provided a honkin’ big box truck with volunteers stuffing bag after bag into the box of the truck. From there I spotted the 2:30 pacer about fifty yards down the road from me and the 2:45 pacer (Melody White) thirty yards up the road; a good place to get into the throng of expectant runners.

Looking at my watch I realized I didn’t have much time, just a minute or so and to my delight the race announcer got the race started exactly at 7 AM! Now that is refreshing.

I got off to a slow start. Bear in mind this race is 99% downhill, but not a steep downhill. I was literally just coasting along with the crowd. There was a racaus bunch behind me hooting it up AND they had a ghetto blaster blasting away. Looking back over my should I spotted Melody with her merry band of 2:45’rs. They were gaining on me so I picked up the pace to around 11:15/mi. I had it in my mind I would be doing 10:30/mi. more or less but everybody including myself said to take it easy at the start.

At the first pit toilet, somewhere around a mile down the road there was one runner exiting. At the second pit toilet, around mile 3 there were three women waiting. At the first water stop there were a row of porta potties with lines! Can you imagine having to wait in line to pee in the middle of a race? It was around mile five that I started to pick it up and got my pace down under 11/mi. As the miles slipped by I thought I was getting faster but when I would look at my Garmin it told a different story. The beautiful scenery was taking my attention more than my racing apparently.

Chevy Truck circa 1950
Chevy Truck Circa 1950
Zack Sanchez with Flash Budddy
First Glimpse of Sunshine

Hitting mile eleven was a joy. Nothing was hurting too much. A little calf tightness still hanging around and maybe some foot soreness from the plantar fasciitis – though by now I had popped a few Ibuprofens ;-P Every step I was saying to myself; “new record, new record” since I had never been over eleven miles in my training prior to this run. At this point I knew I was going to finish the race. I was still cracking jokes, I slapped some old guy on the ass and said; “pick it up old man, we have to REPRESENT”. He gave me a big smile and fist bumped me. The whole route, when I could catch up to some other runner I would ask them if they had seen the 2:30 pace guy. “some where down there” was the answer. I was mystified, I felt like I was going to make it under 2:30 but I couldn’t spot that dude anywhere?!

I was at mile 13 and I still couldn’t see a finish line. By this time a finish line would have been a very welcome site. No, I wasn’t dying but I was really ready to be done running.

Finally I spotted it. Looking at my watch I saw I was now at 9/mi. and speeding up. Entering the finishing chute I was flying, now 7:30/mi. Don’t we all like to finish strong? Apparently not as I was flying by other runners in the chute. I was worried that there wouldn’t be enough room to get around ’em all but somehow I didn’t clip anybody and made it over the finish line in 2:28:11. See, I was under 2:30. Where was that 2:30 pacer? I didn’t realize that I had passed him at the finish until my wife showed me the photos she had taken. You could just see my shoe in front of him.

Lauren Prince came up to congratulate me, I got a hug and wondered what my wife must be thinking when she’s right behind me watching me hug this tall slender athletic college aged woman. Turns out they had met on the bus and thus acquainted – phew! . I was taken aback by her interest in an old and slow guy like me. Lauren is a real runner! I had met here on one of the Wednesday morning Fort Collins Running Club Riverbend Ponds runs. She was chatty, a college student working on her doctorate as I recall, and able to handle the 10:30 Riverbend Ponds pace. Following her on Strava I discovered she is the real deal; a multi sport athlete turning in amazing results.

Next up was the donut line. Greedy as usual I filled my plate with strawberry filled, lemon filled and and old fashioned donut. Horse & Dragon Brewing Company was on hand to quench thirsts, though I ran into a little interference trying to fill my commemorative cup with one of their brews. I ran into the ID Nazi! “Where’s your ID tag sir? You have to have a tag to get beer!” Seriously? Look at me, how hold do I look to you? “It’s a rule”. I reply; “What is the reason for the rule, aren’t there generally reasons for rules?”. Confidently I explained to her that I was going to use my ugly face as an ID and see. She actually followed me along in the line to the point where the beer meister eagerly filled my cup and she didn’t quite know what to do at that point.

The after party was great. My favorite irreverent group was playing and announcing results. This events has an amazing group of sponsors and holy cow, the shear number of smiling helpful volunteers was amazing, except for the ID Nazi, she wasn’t smiling.

One of my favorite Strava followers Zack Sanchez strolled by and I shouted out to get his attention. This guy amazes me. He started running a few months prior and was running twelve minute miles. He finished his first half marathon with a blistering 9:30/mi. pace. He just keep getting faster. I expect he’ll be in the eights by next month.