We already knew last weekend was gonna be good, as the Sunday crew traded sand for (some) snow in Mammoth. But the singles flock—the 4 singles on the trip holding it down in the bunkroom and cruisin’ in the singles truck—got to enjoy the sweet, sweet victory of the Eagles in the Super Bowl. What…
I’m a psychologists’ kid, I can’t help it. Here’s my confession: I tried to back out of competing in the Fittest Games. Veronica made me sign up, and I want to compete because it’s fun and I love a good challenge, but I’m worried. I’m worried because I still can’t do muscleups or handstand pushups.…