Scenes from Sanitas

Pre Sanitas Thoughts

Jen says it’s 44 degrees and to a Californian that means “ice age”

Maybe I should really buy gloves

Mark is one fast man

My legs are strong, my legs are strong, my legs are…ahh forget it

I sandbag so I can exceed my low expectations

Now off….

The weekly sandbagging begins

Mark: My legs hurt this week.

(Translation: I’m still going to smoke you all.)

Tim: Yeah, I think I’m takin’ it easy.

(Translation: No way, man. I’ll be right on your ass the whole way up the mountain.)

Mark: Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll even time it this week.

(Translation: I’m still shooting for that 20-minute climb, but I want to look casual while I’m doing it.)

Tim: Me either.

(Translation: If he’s not sandbagging, I’m so getting to the summit first this week.)

Thoughts while almost dieing…I mean “running”

- Jesus, I wish I had prayed more this morning

- False summits suck

- Beer…mmmmm…beer

- Where is Mark?!? That bastard!

- Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall

- It’s all over in 20 minutes, or maybe 30

- I wish I had four legs

- Damn I’m short

- Holy cow this is cool!

- Stop thinking and just go already