I Survived Chiditarod.
I am one tired chick...
Rushed from Chiditarod over to the LHSN trivia night...so now my body and my brains are throbbing in pain.
I'll write more tomorrow, but I wanted to go ahead and share a glimpse of the absurdity that ensued this morning.
Our friends of the awesome Team Mox (read as: the ones who got us into this mess) come dashing into the screen in short cheerleader skirts and pink Mox bike jersey's right around the 1:10 part. And yes...those are aerobars strapped to their handlebars. Clearly aerodynamics were key. They would know. They placed in the top 10. (Speedy pants.)
Right around the 1:27 mark of this video, you will see a little catholic school girl come leaping into view with a valiant fist pump. That may or may not be me. Or you could look for the nun. Or the priest. Or the school boy. Or even the other naughty school girl. But we're after the cowgirl brigade.
It all happens kind of fast. But the day is pretty much a blur at this point, so it's all very representative.
I'll be sure to write lots more tomorrow as we sabotaged. we drank. we bribed. we chitwitterodded. we cheered. we haikued. we karaoked and subsequently "touched ourselves." and yes, we even pole danced. And by "we" I mean Mike (because there's not much in life that's more ridiculously fantasmical than seeing a priest spinning round and round trying to look seductive).
It was beyond classically epic.