Channel your inner Olympic spirit

And here they are, reaching for that rarified air of overcoming adversity with strong conviction and spirit. The rarified air of 64 flights of stairs climbed, the adversity of rocks and deep grass, and a blazing hot sun in the 68 degree temperatures.
We ignored the insulting look of teenage boys climbing up and down barefoot, expressed our awe at the young moms with 1 in a backpack and another dragged up by the hand, and Daisy, ever the good pup she is, refused to get pulled into the barking excitement of the boys (young ladies would NEVER!) we passed on the way.
Then, with the wind at our back (and fanning our pits), in the shade of the old forest, we scampered down the road to whet our thirsts and refuel our bodies with the fabulous breakfast buffet at the Arena Hotel.
Side note: while we missed getting pictures (epic fail), yesterday at breakfast we watched a lady go up to the first level, unfurl a parachute, then repeatedly run down the hill, working to get it to stay aloft and level. On her 6th or 7th attempt, she made it all the way down about 100m to the thunderous applause of the breakfast crowd. She smiled and waved. Then went back up the hill for a few more runs. I hope she keeps it up and gets that wind beneath her wings soon enough.

Until the morrow good souls!Read more