Wow, it's been since January since I've had the opportunity (and the emotional energy, to be honest) to update the ol' blog. We have gone on some mini-adventures the first half of this year: a spring trip to Chincoteague, VA; Deep Creek and Cambridge, MD; and small visits to West Virginia and Pennsylvania. I hope to write mini-posts on those excursions at some point, but I am happy to report that we are currently back in New Hampshire! Yaaaaay! I'm just a little excited to be here 😉 We got up at 3:30am back at home, left at around 4:15 to make the trek north. Someone actually slept Honestly, we had a great trip up. Traffic on the George Washington Bridge in New York City was fine and we didn't experience any major slow downs, so we arrived here in New Hampshire at about 3pm. Being true to ourselves (and in desperate need of movement after being in a cramped car all day) we decided to go for a small hike. Last fall I had hiked Snow's Mo
Sprint to the finish Last time I blogged I wrote about participating in my very first triathlon. It was something I had always wanted to do, but had never gotten around to until this summer when a friend invited me to join him on one that he had signed up for in rural Virginia. If you missed that post, I had quite the roller coaster experience and I encourage you to read about it here before you precede, because a) it is frankly a miracle I ever signed up again, and b) you will be introduced to the cast of characters that are a part of this journey. But, just as the other racers had assured me that first race, triathlons are indeed addictive, and needless to say I signed up for more with my friend (allow me to reintroduce him as Friend/Neighbor #1). Given that I only had two weeks to "train" (you can't train in 2 weeks), I opted to compete in the event's duathlon while my friend did the triathlon. What's a duathlon? I didn't know either. Under the broa