Little Pumpkin

He spent the rest of the afternoon chucking it around the front yard.

My lungs are still seared

It's been almost exactly a month since our trip to Colorado but I'm not sure I'll ever get a chance to post something like this again so I'm not going to let the opportunity pass.

A brief disclaimer though, I didn't exactly beat out a pack of thousands … or even hundreds for that matter and this is for first place in my age division, I was actually fourth overall. Oh and one more thing, for about two hours after crossing the finish line I could taste blood in my mouth which I could only assume was the result of the slow death of my lungs after racing at 9, 075 feet.

The medal is cool though.

If you've been to the Rockies within the last couple of years, you probably have seen the havoc that pine beetles have been wrecking on the forests. The proceeds of this event went to reforestation efforts and the medals are cross sections of downed pine trees.