05/28/08 15:00 Mountain
Hello Friends,
I came across a very funny blog today commenting on life in a a cubicle. It's title is Death Box Hell - Life in a Cubicle.
Locals Have More Fun is depicting life outside that box. I don't mind if you work in the box, but there MUST be time for you to get out and clear your mind. Wether you work in New York Boston, Los Angeles, Pheonix, there must be an outdoor recreation nearby.
Chicago for example has urban adventure races - The Wild Onion. New York has Central Park, Los Angeles has Santa Monica. Phoenix has Camelback.
The list goes on and on and on. 45 minutes of heart pounding exercise. There is nothing wrong with a spin class at the gym.
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The title of today's post is Local Back in Action, meaning back in workout mode in Park City and the surrounding area. After a weekend of eating the best pizza in the world at Aiello's, I have to get the cholesterol OUT! The weekend should be beautiful and the lower elevation mountain bike trails are calling. Maybe the 24/7 loop in Jeremy Ranch.
Whatever your favorite exercise option is, go do it!! A few hours for yourself and you will be ready to tackle that cubicle and the week ahead!!
Have a great week,
Brian
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Local Shoulder Season
From Friday, April 24th, around 8:30am
The days are long and the snowline creeps higher and higher. With the banner snow year that the Wasatch Mountains had, one has to take full advantage of it. I woke at 5am on Friday as I knew Kendall Card from Base Camp Communications would be waiting at the parking lot across from the Silver Lake fire station (more on that later). I threw my gear into my Ford Hybrid and pulled out of my garage - 17 degrees the thermometer on my car read!
Needless to say, I pulled into the meeting place a few minutes early, geared up and selected my SKI playlist on my ipod. 6:05...6:10...6:15. Departure from the car to see the sunrise from Mt Baldy was to be at 6:00am. Kendall flaked (I woke him to confirm).
I set off at a relaxed pace, able to parallel the Sterling high speed quad and was able to get a shot off of the sunrise coming over the Uinta Mountains. See Brian Kahn's facebook page as I did a little promo shot for http://www.localshavemorefun.com/
I decided not to go all the way to the top as it looked a little windblown (we had a major snowstorm a few nights before). I unskinned, tightened my boots and had 25 sick turns, then a flat run out, where I passed Ryan the construction worker on his way up and then about 15 more windpacked turns.
I skinned back up for one more run, upset that there was someone else out with me, but more secure as bears are hungry this time of year and now I didn't feel the need to whistle every 30 seconds.
An epic day, maybe the last runs of the year. A great day to reflect back on the season we had and to curse my sleeping comrade Kendall as well.
The days are long and the snowline creeps higher and higher. With the banner snow year that the Wasatch Mountains had, one has to take full advantage of it. I woke at 5am on Friday as I knew Kendall Card from Base Camp Communications would be waiting at the parking lot across from the Silver Lake fire station (more on that later). I threw my gear into my Ford Hybrid and pulled out of my garage - 17 degrees the thermometer on my car read!
Needless to say, I pulled into the meeting place a few minutes early, geared up and selected my SKI playlist on my ipod. 6:05...6:10...6:15. Departure from the car to see the sunrise from Mt Baldy was to be at 6:00am. Kendall flaked (I woke him to confirm).
I set off at a relaxed pace, able to parallel the Sterling high speed quad and was able to get a shot off of the sunrise coming over the Uinta Mountains. See Brian Kahn's facebook page as I did a little promo shot for http://www.localshavemorefun.com/
I decided not to go all the way to the top as it looked a little windblown (we had a major snowstorm a few nights before). I unskinned, tightened my boots and had 25 sick turns, then a flat run out, where I passed Ryan the construction worker on his way up and then about 15 more windpacked turns.
I skinned back up for one more run, upset that there was someone else out with me, but more secure as bears are hungry this time of year and now I didn't feel the need to whistle every 30 seconds.
An epic day, maybe the last runs of the year. A great day to reflect back on the season we had and to curse my sleeping comrade Kendall as well.
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