Our planned racing trip to Fairbanks this weekend was cancelled by you-know-what. So we had our own races here in Anchorage. Day 2 looked something like this.
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| We found the box in the attic with the old souvenir bibs in it. |
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Derek & Toomas in the foreground. The Pacific Ocean in the background.
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Karly & Pascale
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Tuva
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Pascale stepped on Karly's pole. And then Karly let out a little yelp. And then Pascale said, "I'm sorry, Karly." And then Karly said, "It's OK, Pascale."
They don't know I know all this. But Kincaid Park is like my backyard, I know it like the back of my hand, and I am omnipresent. So when we train there, our athletes should probably assume that, kind of like Zardoz, I am everywhere. I am all-seeing, and I hear everything.
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There was only one non-Seawolf in today's race. Seth Downs. Seth was obviously not intimidated.
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B. The UAA Cup points leader in the yellow bib.
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It was hard for me to climb the tree in my ski boots. But I think it was worth it to get this photo. |
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Karly
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B again.
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Pascale
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