I wrote this recipe in memory of my Nanny, who continued to buy pecan sandies for her husband Paul, long after he passed away. 

She was a huge part of my life, and even though she has been gone over two years, I still miss her every day.
Today I had the privilege of submitting a guest post to Frosting For the Cause.  I chose to write in honor of my Nanny.  To read her story, click on the photo below.


Nanny’s Pecan Sandie Roll-Outs {adapted from Jamie Border's Family recipe}

1/2 pound butter, softened
1 cup powdered sugar
2 tablespoon milk
2 teaspoons butter- vanilla emulsion
2 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp salt
½ c finely chopped pecans

Cream together butter and powdered sugar. Add the milk and flavoring and mix well. Sift together flour and salt and add a half cupful at a time until well incorporated. Mix in pecans. If the dough is dry, add more milk as needed. Roll out and cut into shapes. Bake on ungreased cookie sheet at 325 for 8-10 minutes.


For the icing, I   used glaze because I know Nanny would have preferred it over royal icing.

Since I don't have much experience with glaze, I had to rely on the help of  two of my favorite glaze users, Amanda and Pam.  Using their recipes as a guide, I put together this icing.


Butter Vanilla Glaze Icing

2 cup Confectioners Sugar (powder sugar)
2 Tablespoon Milk
2 Tablespoon Light Corn Syrup
2 Teaspoons Butter Vanilla Baker’s Emulsion

Mix these together until a thick icing forms {for better instructions check out University of Cookie, Amanda does a video tutorial}




I regret to advise that my Canon 500D has been officially pronounced DOA by Canon. It can be resurrected - but at such an enormous cost as to render such resuscitation economically unviable.

The technicians at Canon were so distressed at the nature and extent of the injuries suffered by my Canon that they are holding an inquest and have asked that I attend as a witness. I have said that I am too badly injured to attend myself but am sending my own X-rays as evidence. Apparently a couple of the techies are receiving counseling.

Mr Soyka in Praterstrasse is ordering me a new Canon 60D and this will be here in time for our trip to the Somme with Liz and Darryl in two weeks time.

If all goes according to plan I will drop it onto an unexploded WW1 bomb and blow it to smithereens.

The 60D is one of the new-fangled Canons with about 60 Trillion pixels that can photograph dust mites on the eyelids of birds flying 2,000 meters away. This will be very useful and will be fabulous for Duck photos which is what I take most of. It will not be long before the Ducks in Stadtpark will be asking for royalty payments.

One of the great joys of being in England was that people speak a kind of English. In fact they speak many different kinds - and I encountered a few of these – but I could understand all of them.

And it was absolute bliss being in a shop where I could browse the shelves and look at old familiar things that were lost to me so long ago – and read the labels. Bliss.

Maalie had to drag me away from the Porridge shelves – but he did give me a packet to bring home. 

In an attempt to un-knit my ribs Maalie took me rallying over what he said were the two most dangerous roads in Britain. These were Hard Knott Pass and Wrynose Pass and would have indeed been a bit of a challenge for an ordinary motorist - but Maalie is no ordinary motorist – and was not deterred by the ‘Road Closed’ signs and patches of black ice.

He could not find his glasses and his wooden leg was a bit sticky but even so he gave an excellent account of himself. 

We cheated death or more than one occasion when he swerved to try to murder Pheasants on sheer precipices (‘Good eating Badger’ he shrieked maniacally)  but I was unshaken.

I am of course a veteran of Australian roads and particularly the Pacific Highway - which is the ‘main artery’ between Sydney and Brisbane but which in parts would be too dangerous for the Dakar Rally. Maalie would love it.

Anyway Maalie and I and the Pheasants survived. We did dine sumptuously on Pheasant one evening but it was not one of Maalie’s road kills. He assures me that he does not (shudder) eat Badgers.




I'm thrilled to have Sara Foster guest posting today. She is a former editor turned novelist. You can buy her latest book "Beneath the shadows" here

Before I became a full-time novelist I was gainfully employed as a freelance book editor, and I loved working with other authors and reading their books. Every job was different, and the variety kept it interesting. However, editing is an intense affair requiring lots of time and concentration, and when I ended up welcoming a baby and a book deal in the same year, I knew I had to cut back on my day job or risk my brain short-circuiting. 
I’ve written throughout my life – from arbitrary poems about green washing machines and my pet budgerigar when I was in primary school, to short stories and a fair bit of angst-ridden poetry in my teenage years, before finally tackling full-length novels in my twenties. I have boxes of my writing from over the years, and rereading these efforts is fascinating, hilarious and sometimes cringe-worthy, and shows that it has certainly taken me lots of practice to build up to a published book. I’ve always found the biggest thrill of writing is that I’m in complete control of my story, and have absolute freedom to let my imagination go. Plus it means I can tackle subjects I’m passionate about. And I thoroughly enjoy creating characters and their lives, as well as putting them in all sorts of tricky situations that I then spend heaps of time wondering how to get them out of. It’s quite a bizarre occupation really, isn’t it?!

I’ve found that, in many ways, editing and writing are similar: they are solitary, labour-intensive, creative, perfectionist occupations that demand a dedicated passion for the written word. They also complement one another – the subjectivity and all-encompassing engagement of the writer is nicely balanced by the objective assessment of an enthusiastic editor.
 My years of editorial experience have been invaluable to my writing development. By the time I’ve finished writing a book I’m exhausted, and I’ve gone over it so many times that I’m pretty much blind to what still needs doing. Editors do a vital job here, casting a critical eye over many different aspects of a manuscript. This can be somewhat confronting to a writer, who is often very emotionally attached to their project. I still find it disconcerting to see sweeping cuts across much-loved paragraphs, but, when I’ve had a chance to think about it, I have agreed with almost all of them.
Going through the lengthy editing process for Come Back to Me and Beneath the Shadows has given me a deeper appreciation of just how exhausting and demanding it is for an author to re-examine their book step by step. Nevertheless, in my experience the results are worth every minute of the process.
Afterword: Sarah and I were both interested enough in writing and editing to spend three hours in a room with no air-conditioning on a 40+ degree day – we’re true Perth Writers Festival survivors! Thanks for having me, Sarah, and I’m really looking forward to reading your book one day.




Yesterday was Harry's first day back at school. And my second last day at home with Jack before he begins his academic journey of excellence. So it was a pretty special day.

It was also hotter than imaginable. I woke up and rolled over, switching on the tv to watch the news. Grant Denyer was preaching about the evils of heat and what to expect for the day. Bird were falling from the sky with heatstroke by about 8am.
We did the traditional morning coffee and walked Harry into school. By this time my face, despite the rancid heat radiating around the concrete playground, was frozen in a genuine smile. One down, one to go. Jack does not start till Wednesday.

We went home and did an hour on the slip and slide, had our second last lunch together and then I suggested he have a little nap. Because he looked hot and tired. (But truth be told I wanted an hour off to sit and watch Oprah).

He went off to his room and mucked around for about 30 minutes so I went in and suggested he watch a DVD laying down. Agreed. Loathful Angelina Ballerina was put on and I went back to watch Carlton Cressley makeover hideous American Couples. After the show, I went into Jack's room to find him about to take a leak in the corner of his bedroom.

That is right. Apparently our house is now a 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom residence.

Jack was mortified and I was horrified. When asked why, he said he did not want to miss the part when Angelina Ballerina danced for the Queen. I flicked the tv off and Jack spent the next 15 minutes wailing WAILING in his room. After I while I went in to make peace and pulled back his covers, only to find him, permanent red marker in hand, creating a wall mural with the word Jack surrounded by a love heart.
Speechless. More wailing.

And a bit of scratching.

So I got out the nit comb and bingo. There was a lice meeting being held in his auburn curls. Apparently everyone in the nit community had showed up.

It was now reaching 33 degrees outside and of course I had to go pick up Harry, who I also suspected may be packing. The concrete playground was like a mirage, you know those fuzzy lines you see in the outback? Even the stupid skanky Indian minah birds were walking around with their mouths open. I located Harry standing next to the bubblers absentmindedly scratching his head. I mean who gets nits BEFORE school starts.

Straight to the chemist where the Woogettes announced in a clear loud voice "We have Nits!" as if it was something to be extremely proud of. Chemicals were purchased and we headed back to the lift to go down to the car.
The lift was packed with lovely looking mummies in sleeveless white shift dresses, adorable babies on one hip and in the other hand a French Market Baskets filled with Organic fancy ass lettuce and salmon. We stood and watched the Woogettes fight about pressing the button and I did the whole "your baby is so cute" lift small talk when Harry got Jack in a headlock, before releasing him quickly with a cry of "Ewwww, I don't want to get your nits!".

Yummy Mummy Tribe all moved slightly away while I hissed "shut up" under my breath.

Then Harry gave his neck a little scratch and looked at me "My ringworm is itchy."
And as quick as a flash, I told him that I would tell his mum when I dropped them both home.

(Harry got ringworm in Bali and despite 2 weeks of treatment and a doctor's visit, one is yet to vacate)

When the doors to the elevator eventually opened (what seems like an hour later) the crowd rushed out leaving me and the boys staring at each other. I was going to die. Then Jack sweetly informed me that he got me a present and produced a packet of Natio Lip glosses he had stolen from the chemist. So it was back up and into the chemist to explain that my kids were not only parasite carriers, but one of them was also a felon.

We took the stairs back down to the car park.

Home. Lather. Rinse. Comb. Repeat.

Got them into bed at 7pm stinking of bug lotion and attended to my own locks. I poured an enormous glass of wine, wrapped my hair in cling film and got on the couch in my undies to watch Glee. Finally peace.

I lathered. rinsed and combed and decided I was done in for the day. The fan was blowing onto my bed as I shifted sweatily before drifting off into a deep sleep.

I was awoken at 11.30pm by Harry, who has developed an alarming sleepwalking habit. He was standing over me holding my favourite Robert Gordon ceramic bowl full of fruit and inquired whether I needed anything from the shops. I was tempted to say "Yes, can you get me a Magnum?" but instead I gently took the bowl out of his hands and he climbed into bed with me. And from then on I could not sleep. Next to me was a ticking time bomb of fest and I was hot. And Scratchy.

Do not even start me on today. Let's just say Mr Woog has put down the sushi and sake and has packed up his skis and is on his way home.

It will be a mixed reception when he walks in the door tomorrow. And then he will be deloused.








Jag har visserligen inte smakat än, men jag kan nog nästan garantera att det är gott. Som vanligt utgick jag från ett recept och gjorde det till mitt eget. Jag valde;

1pkt jäst, 5dl ljummet vatten, 25g rumstempererat smör, 1 burk kesella, 0,5dl honung, 1,5tsk salt, 150g grovhackade hasselnötter, 1dl hackade aprikoser och 14-16dl rågsikt.

Det är bara att blanda ihop allt, låta jäsa i 30min och sedan baka ut till 2 limpor. Jäs ytterligare 20min och grädda sedan i nedre delen av ugnen. Först 10min på 250 grader och därefter ytterligare 30min på 175 grader. Servera gärna med smör och ost, som tillbehör till spenatsoppa. Det ska jag göra.

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Hummus Bros Blogger Event

You know you eat too much hummus when the co-owner of Hummus Bros recognizes you! The St. Paul's branch is far too close to my office building and It's a good thing hummus is healthy because I have an unhealthy obsession.

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I first visited the Wardour Street Branch in 2007 with my sister. I even have a photo of my first visit! I found it on my facebook with the caption "I'm smiling cause I like food".
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Hummus Bros Blogger Event
I think this pretty much sums me up!

I saw on Twitter that Hummus Bros were having a bloggers event and I jumped at the chance. They were inviting bloggers to taste their current menu and get some feed back.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event

The event was on the mezzanine level of their Holborn branch

Hummus Bros Blogger Event
When I arrived I was offered a glass of champagne. I thought it was a nice touch as they don't serve drinks in the restaurant.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event
Hot spiced apple juice - one of my new favorites

As people arrived Christian went to each table and explained the menu, offered suggestions and explained about Hummus Bros. They offer hummus with a variety of toppings and fresh pita bread for dipping.

They started Hummus Bros after college tired of endless sandwiches and pizza (the normal stuff most college kids live on!). They now have three locations in London and also operate a green business where possible.

They also cater for people with food intelerences. An interactive menu can be found online.

We could try any items on the menu that interested us. Nine times out of ten I always order the same thing when I go for lunch (guacamole topping) so I took this opportunity to try items I wouldn't normally order. I shared a table with Shu from Hungry Female.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event

If I get a salad I usually get the Greek salad or the Tabouleh salad, they're lovely and fresh. I got the falafel salad for something different this time. It is a massive salad! Definitely one to share with a friend. I've not had many falafals before but they tasted nice to me. The tzatziki on top is necessary as on it's own it's a bit dry. The three pieces of falafel sit on a salad of tomato and coriander salsa and cabbage.

I had a hot spiced apple juice for the first time. I loved this. It reminds me of the apple cider you get in the US during the fall. I can see this being added to my lunchtime routine!

Hummus Bros Blogger Event

I chose one of their new hummus toppings to try, Chicken Tikka Masala, I wasn't that crazy about this topping. It was good for someone like me who doesn't like spicy food, but Chicken Tikka Masala is supposed to be spicy. Unlike the chicken hummus the pieces of chicken in this were really small. I also thought it was a bit heavy, the topping with the hummus together.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event

I sampled the mushroom topping with caramelized onions. I enjoyed this topping. I enjoy the vegetables with the hummus a lot more than the toppings with meat. I sampled the aubergine salad from Shu's plate. It had a very nice strong smokey flavor but the texture of the aubergine was a little too mushy for me.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event
If you're a hummus virgin it's best to start with a chicken hummus
Hummus Bros Blogger Event

Dessert at Hummus Bros is my favorite (surprise surprise!) A fresh mint tea is exactly what I needed after eating all of that hummus!

Hummus Bros Blogger Event

The flour less chocolate brownie is a treat. A soft dark chocolate delight. I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure I have memories of this being served warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in visits past. It's perfect on it's own but this kind of brownie melts in your mouth when it's warm.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event

I love baklava. I'm having dessert regret right now. I didn't get a chance to have any and I really wish I had now.
Hummus Bros Blogger Event

The Malabi is a milk based dessert popular in The Middle East. I was so stuffed I didn't get a chance to try it. I'm more of a chocolate gal anyway.

Hummus Bros Blogger Event
After

My favorite dishes at Hummus Bros are the ones that are the most simple. The salads and toppings that don't have too much going on! The hummus is good enough on it's own that pouring loads of chicken tikka on it isn't necessary. The chicken hummus is in a simple tomato based sauce that doesn't take away from the hummus.

Thanks to Hummus Bros and Christian for letting me come even though I'm a dessert blogger. I can't wait to see what the future holds for these guys!



Backcountry skiing is becoming enormously popular in the mountain regions of the United States. Enthusiasts are demanding more from their ski equipment and in response, the ski industry has been constantly improving its products. Recently, bindings have become an important decision when purchasing a new alpine touring set-up. Consumers are looking for a binding that provides good control over the ski, lightweight, uphill efficiency, durability, and ease of use. Enter the Dynafit binding, a well-designed and lightweight binding choice with few limitations.


The original 1993 purple and pink model!
Dynafit bindings have gained popularity in the US after decades of development and use in Europe, mainly amongst ski mountaineer and randonee racers. In 1993 the Dynafit TLT type binding became the first available in North America. Today the company sells more than 13,000 pair a year and as many as 8 different models of bindings here in the US. Even after this type of popularity many new to the ski world have never seen this type of set-up.


The Dynafit TLT type binding with boot attached
After seeing my first pair of these bindings in use during a ski trip on the Haute Route of France I returned to the US sans my telemark bindings with my prized new Dynafit set-up. Simply put this binding offers the lightest option for ski touring and offers the downhill performance that most are looking for in the backcountry.


The Haute Route French and Swiss Alps
The Dynafit binding works by rather ingenious engineering. Unlike most AT (alpine touring) bindings that have a bar connecting the toe and heel plates, the Dynafit binding uses the entire boot to attach the two together through the rigid nature of plastic ski boots. This means that a specific Dynafit compatible boot is necessary for the system to be complete, where the toe and heel piece of the binding actually “prongs” itself into the boot. This eliminates much of the extra metal that would construct a binding made in the more classic downhill style.
The Fritshi Diamir type binding with a more classic alpine type construction


The Dynafit compatible boot. Notice the metal toe and heel inserts.
Dynafit products have some small limitations. These are really limited to only a few problems including the overall release mechanism which can be somewhat trigger happy if you are a super aggressive cliff jumper and bump skier. The binding can also not provide enough power for a skier to handle a super fat ski. So if you are looking for a binding and boot combination for super fat, big mountain heli-skis you might look elsewhere. In terms of tourability this is the right choice for the touring-minded backcountry skier. For more information on Dynafit bindings online check out wildsnow.com or give our backcountry skiing courses a try!

-- Ben Traxler, AAI Guide



Det var en hel evighet sist, men idag hittade jag äntligen ett pass som gick att klämma in i min (förvisso inte alldeles överbelamrade) vardag. Body Balance. Underbart. Hur jag kunnat vara utan detta så länge är en gåta och nu ville jag aldrig att passet skulle ta slut. Eller jo, pilatesdelen där jag ju såklart får imporvisera ihop lite eget, kunde gärna få ta slut, men det tycker jag visserligen ganska ofta i vanliga fall också. Jag tycker inte att den har en lika självklar del i klassen som allt det andra.

Som väntat blev jag dödstrött av att, förutom själva träningen, åka över halva stan och tillbaka så lite middagsvila får jag nog ta nu. Jag sover oftast helt ok på nätterna men inatt var jag vaken mycket och drömde konstigt. Så idag känns det bra att kunna bestämma helt själv över varenda timme.

Om man inte har tröttnat totalt på att läsa om The Nike Blast så kan man klicka här och läsa mitt livs första artikel. Själv ska jag som sagt sova lite.



*Warning if you are easily offended, stop now. I have definitely been reading my Amy Sedaris book. Come back tomorrow after my mom calls and threatens to wash my mouth out with soap, I will be back to my normal non-inflamitory self.

When I was younger and first moved out on my own, I said a lot of badwords. I don't know if it was the thrill of being able to, or one of the hazards of my close proximity to a bunch of sailors {seriously} but I learned, and used some doozies.

However, since I have kiddos now, and since cussing in a blog post feels similar to cussing loudly in a crowded waiting room, I just don't do it. Besides, like I mentioned before, my mom reads this, and even though I have almost reached the three decade mark, she WOULD NOT BE PLEASED.

I guess I could have changed the name of my icing altogether, but it wouldn't quite be the same.  People might not remember my point, nor would I get the guilty pleasure of still being able to say @#*! in my head.

All joking aside, that's really what I call this icing.  I have my own special curse word I say in my head, but you can choose yours =)

This is the consistency of royal icing I use when I do one of three things...{there's a few other things but they are kind of complicated for this post}

  • Wait til last minute to start on a set of cookies I have to get done
  • Screw up REALLY badly {think scrape off and start over}
  • Get bitten by that lazy bug that's been wandering around my house for a few years
It is thick enough that it will hold a border, but thin enough that it will flood, which saves you the very time consuming step of filling and prepping bags when in a hurry.

Just for the record, I prefer the pipe and fill method any day of the week, but this is, real life happened, I refuse to quote that Larry Guy, get it done icing.

I came up with a wacky way to explain consistency after a phone conversation with my friend Kandle a few days back.

She was thrilled because after two years of asking me about RI, she had finally caught a re-run of Martha and figured out what she had been doing wrong .

*No wonder everyone loves Martha*

The conversation went something like this:

Kandle: I watched Martha and I saw that the icing had to be like liquid to get it flat like you do.

Me: What were you doing before?

Kandle: I was spreading it with that little spatula and trying to get it flat...

Me: *slaps head* Oh, Kandlearia!


Then came my lightbulb moment.  VISUALS HELP! So, that's what I am going to do today.

Normally, I would use the honey or molasses to describe consistencies.  However, as I went through my house looking for  molasses, I realized that most people, other than us serious bakers, don't just keep molasses lying around , and although lots of people have honey,  it's often crystallized from sitting in their pantry for aeons.

So, I went on the hunt.  I looked all through my house for everyday liquids that others could use as a reference on the perfect consistency for "Oh, @#*!" Icing.

I think that most people have at least one of these products somewhere in their house to refer to...


*I should mention, these are kind of brand specific comparisons.  I was actually grabbing things in my cabinets and looking to see how they flowed.*

My favorite comparable consistency was this stuff...



This is what it looked like as I experimented.


And for those of you who can't bear to waste the expensive, weird-flavored kiddie paste *me*, I found these cool little containers at Dollar Tree.  I'm thinkin' Loren and I shop at the same place, right L?



And finally, these are the cookies I made with the "Oh, @#*!" Icing.  My brother Bryce and I actually have a full list of made up curse words that we use in good humor.  It's almost funny to hear a big ol' deem when you are expecting a @#*!


And just for the record, the F-BOMB was the brainchild of my best friend BC =) Thats why I ♥ her. She ALWAYS gets my humor.

I hope this taught everyone a little something they would always remember, along with giving them a little beginning of the week chuckle!

Happy Monday, have a FUN week =)


 





There are (I think) 90 lakes in the Lake District in England. I think we managed only 87 because on couple of occasions I collapsed with exhaustion and Maalie could not drag me and Mabel’s meat pies and hack his way through the Bracken at the same time.

But trust me – they are there – and I have most of they pictures to prove it. I can also let you know that only one is called ‘Lake’ something. The others – for reasons English – just go by their names – you know what the English are like.

I made a maximum effort over the five days and learned the names of two new birds. One was a Magpie. The other was a Wigeon. I even managed to remember their names and produced them when Maalie asked me. This pleased him immensely. (He is easily pleased when it comes to birds).

He said ‘You will be amazed how much you will improve if you show an interest!’

I have spent some considerable time since then wondering how I can become interested in birds but so far to no avail because no matter how hard I try they all look the bloody same – except some are larger than others.

I did buy an iPhone App for British Birds and this gives photos of males and females and the sounds of bird calls and stuff like that which is great if they land on your arm and stay still for five minutes and chirp and stuff like that but my experience so far is that they are a small black or white speck at a very great distance.

I can also tell you that Mabel – who has a shop in in Askam-in-Furness makes the best meat pies I have ever tasted. Of course they were a bit frosty and crunchy by the time we got to them – but delicious nevertheless.

Maalie is an excellent cook. I was normally too tired to eat by the time we got home from the Lakes and Birds so he had to mash my peas and help me eat before we watched some Bird documentaries on TV. 

He wants me to go ringing with him. This involves getting up before dawn and catching birds, attaching rings to them and letting them go again. It is apparently tedious, painstaking, exhausting work which can go all day and all night. Can’t wait. I think I will do it naked with electrodes attached to my testicles.  



Monday - Noon: 7.5 miles (1,700') easy. Falls - Spring Creek - Stout - Towers - Herrington - Spring Creek - Soderberg. Gentle cruise to mark the beginning of the taper.

Tuesday - AM: 10.5 miles intervals. Met Jane's group at City Park for an early morning interval session. Cold as all get out again, but at least no wind. Anyway, the workout went: mile, 1,200, 1,000, mile fartlek, 1,200, 1,000, mile. Jogged three miles with Slush, Sarah and Celeste to warm up, and actually felt kind of spry from the get go - which is rare. Intervals went: 5:28, 3:58 (5:19), 3:18 (5:18), 5:22, 3:51 (5:09), 3:16 (5:15), 5:31 - w/ 3-5 minutes rest between.
Noon: 4.5 miles (900') easy. Falls loop.

Weds - AM: 6 miles (500') easy. Valley.
PM: 6 miles easy. Bike paths.

Thurs - PM: 10 miles (1,800'). Towers TT. 29:26. Ran three with Eric B to warm up, then, after setting off 32 runners before me, headed out for what I figured would be a close-to-PR effort - if not time, given that it was pitch black out and there was likely ice on the trail. With the lack of depth perception that comes with running in a bubble of headlamp light, I stumbled my way across the Swan Johnson connector, but still managed to get to Towers in a very easy 2:45, which is just a hair over PR pace. I decided then to take the plunge and commit to a hard effort. At Stout I was still on PR pace at 8:43, and by Herrington I had gained a few seconds with a 16:43 split. Up to this point, the track had largely been snow and ice free and it remained that way past Mill Creek (24:45), but beyond Westridge, it was pretty icy and treacherous. Going around Kyle at the crest of the last grunt, I took a digger, landing hard on my knee, which cost seconds and energy, and then I slid a few more times before the summit. However, I still managed to top out in a reasonably controlled one second PR (29:26). Still way off Sam's 28:50 FKT, but probably pretty close to it had there been a dry track and sunlight. Looking forward to a spring assault, but for now I'll take this as a sign that I'm in great shape and ready to go hard in New Orleans.

Friday - Noon: 8 miles (1,650') easy. Falls - Spring Creek - Stout - Loggers - Herrington - Spring Creek - Soderberg - home.

Saturday - AM: 8 miles (900') easy. To Indian Summer on Bluesky and back. It was so nice out, I found myself scanning for snakes ... in January.
PM: 5 miles (1,600'). Hike to Horsetooth summit with Alistair.







Sunday 15 miles (1,500').
Frost Giant 5k/10k double. Certainly wasn't going to be laying down any PRs, but felt like I got the workout I was after, which was a tired 10k effort. Warmed up with 3.5, raced 3.1, cooled down with 1.75, raced 6, cooled down with 1.75.

Total: 80.5 miles (10,550')


My legs felt great all week, which is really encouraging considering this is the first week of the taper. I still plan on cutting back significantly next week and again the week of. Probably won't run much more than 75 miles over the next two weeks, so I should really be raring to go come race day.

Great to see Andy Henshaw busting out an impressive 2:26 in Miami this weekend. He looks to be in great shape for Mad City where I predict he'll get the spot he wants on the US 100k team. Andy beat me by less than a minute at the Salida Marathon last year, which means I should be ready to rock out a 2:27 in New Orleans ... or at least I think that's how it works.

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It was around this time last year I went on a course. For those of you who don't know, I taught English and Literature for many years before deciding to pursue a career in writing. The course I'd signed up for was one in editing. Though I had spent years editing the work of my students, I wanted some help with the editing my own article writing. 

I've never been afraid to take on a new challenge. Well actually that's not true. I've usually been utterly terrified, but I've gone and done it anyway.
So when the Perth Writer's Festival rolled around, I saw a course on editing and signed up. It was an amazing day. There was a class full with all of us there for different reasons. I remember sitting next to a girl who had written 2 novels and wanted to know how to edit them properly. I'd come clutching a couple of articles I'd written, and was in huge admiration of this girl who'd done something that till then I'd only dreamed of.
The woman running the course was herself a former editor and is now a successful novelist.
 I remember having to sit on my hands to stop myself from asking her for an autograph. Some people view celebrities with awe, I feel that way about writers. I remember the first time I actually spoke to Lisa Heidke on the phone and having to stop myself from gushing. Because this lady was a published author!
The day itself was informative and interesting and planted the kernel. The one that possibly I could write a whole book. Maybe I could do something like the lady running the course and maybe, just maybe, be a published author.
I'm not there yet. I'm not even close. But the journey writing my manuscript began on that day. At the moment I'm working on rewriting the whole damn thing and I'll get there. I know I will. In the meantime I've booked in for some more courses at the Perth Writers Festival this year. I may also spend some quality time stalking Caroline Overington too.
But there are two important things I wanted to say. One, if you are at all interested in writing, be it creative or non fiction, Al Tait has an amazeballs giveaway happening at her blog.
And secondly, the lady who ran the editing course I attended. The successful editor turned author?
She is guest posting on my blog tomorrow. On a topic you are going to want to read about I promise. Over the past year I have learned how extraordinarily encouraging and generous writers are. I'm honoured she's going to be here. Yes I'm gushing. She's an A.U.T.H.O.R. I can't help it.
See you all tomorrow.



I knew going into this one that there wouldn't be a great deal of feedback to be had on the marathon-performance front, given that Estes Park sits at over 7,500' and that both races involve a lot of uphill work and considerable amounts of running through clumpy paddock, but I figured that if I raced both reasonably hard I could get a good late-marathon effort out of the 10k.

Alex and I carpooled up to Estes (which is an intriguing 50k from my house) with a ton of time to spare. Ryan B was at registration as Alex and I were picking up our race bibs, so the three of us headed out to run the 5k course as a warm up. It essentially involved a 1.5-mile, 250'-foot climb out of town to MacGregor Ranch on first asphalt and then gravely dirt, before cutting cross country on clumpy and pot-holed paddock for 3/4 of a mile and then rejoining MacGregor road for the one-mile, 150' descent to the finish.

Going in, I figured I'd race the 5k hard to work up a good amount of of lactic acid for the 10k effort. However, with the uphill start and the altitude, I was laboring almost immediately from the gun. Three guys got out in front of me with last year's winner Mark Saunders trailing two other guys that I didn't recognize. It took me about a half mile to get on the back of the pack, and I figured then that I would just race the 5k for positions and not worry about running as hard as possible, so I sat back and drafted at what seemed like an increasingly easy effort. Just before the mile, Mark decided to up the effort waving for me to come with him. I did and we immediately dropped the guy who had been setting the early pace. Through the first mile of asphalt and 150' of climbing we were at 5:40.

Once we hit the gravel road in MacGregor Ranch, the grade increased significantly and - not surprisingly - the pace dropped. We gained probably 100 feet over the next third of a mile before the road leveled out, and at the 90 degree turn onto the cross country section, I was able to get a look behind and saw that I'd built a decent gap on second (Peter Swank). Given that the paddock section was pretty pitted, I figured I should be careful and go easy to the road so as not to twist an ankle or do something else stupid. The 1.1 mile section in MacGregor Ranch split at 6:55.

The last mile was almost all downhill and all on asphalt, so I was able to cruise at a good speed into the finish with a 5:18 last mile and 17:55 overall. Ryan finished strong, almost picking off Peter Swank for second, but just running out of real estate.

Alex, Ryan and I reconvened shortly thereafter and went off to jog the first 1.5 miles and last half mile of the 10k course in a bid to keep loose in the 40 minutes between races. The first mile of the 10k course was very steep, with over 200 feet of climbing before dropping down for a quarter mile to rejoin the half-mile point of the 5k and then climbing back up to MacGreggor ranch for an additional 170 feet of ascending, so 400 feet of climbing in the first two miles. Nice.

From the gun, the race went out noticeably slower than the 5k, almost at a jog, so it was a fairly safe bet that most everyone in the 10k had also raced the 5k. Within 100 yards we were tucking into the first section of the opening one-mile climb, which was probably close to a 10 percent grade. Once things eased off a bit, I actually felt my legs tell me that they were comfortable and ready to run again, so I switched from just wanting to tempo the effort to feeling like I wanted to make this hard on myself to make it feel like the last 10k in New Orleans might. By mile one (6:24), I already had control of the race so concentrated on working a steadily hard, marathon'esque effort.

At the top of the second climb, which happened to coincide with the two mile marker (6:03), I was ready for some fun paddock action. The course repeated the 5k cross country section, then cut across Devil's Gulch Road at mile 3 (5:52) for two more miles of pretty serious cross country. Cutting back east up the Devil's Gulch fenceline and then south through some trees, the course climbed another 150' or so before dropping sharply through some dangerously low pine canopy and heavily pine-coned terrain. Out of the trees, the course had us run through some really tall grass with stretches of heavily off-cambered action thrown in for good measure before sending us back towards Devil's Gulch Road for the last mile of asphalt. Miss Colorado was directing traffic at the last cross-country turn, and I took it so tight that I almost sent her flying. Ooops. The splits through this section went 6:17 & 5:33 (mile 5 was obviously way short).


Once back on the road, I checked over the shoulder and saw Ryan a ways off in second. Knowing that the fifth mile was short, I took at a split at the 1 mile marker of the 5k course to see what I could push out for a last mile, which I covered in 5:25, crossing the line in 36:22, which surprised me. Figuring that the course was short then, I checked with Ryan and Alex who both had GPS watches on, and as suspected the course was .2 miles short at 6 miles. That said, the 5k course was a touch long, so I guess it all evens out in the wash. Ryan ran a strong 10k, finishing about a minute back on me and comfortably ahead of Mark Saunders in third and way ahead of the guy who had earlier beat him for second in the 5k.

I picked up a couple of pewter game trophies to add to my buffalo from the Antelope Island 50k last year. All I need now is a cougar.


Where's the Cougar?



She may look harmless, but this turdy little mouse is close to being banned in WoogsWorld. Every time I hear her perpetually whining voice complaining about not being the best or the star, I want to throw the dvd player onto the M2.


Maybe it is the name. The only other Angelina I know of is also a super turd.


But back to Angelina Ballerina. Your mum Mrs Mouseling and your teacher Miss Lilly have put up with your attitude for far too long. And if I see you around these parts again, you will be sorry.


Coming in a close second in the beloathed children's character is of course Stupid Haircut Dora.

The red eyes denotes that she is truly evil.

Which kid's entertainer do you despise?




So glad I did not have to choose the winner of the JVC Picsio Waterproof camera, as it would be like asking me to choose my favourite cocktail. I just could not decide.

After narrowing it down to 7, The JVC dudes decided that the winner is MADMOTHER.
You will actually get a brand new one that has not been in our toilet.

Her poem was excellent, witty, included why and how she would use it and it even rhymed! Not to mention coming with a Part 2! All the entries were fab but we thought that due to the time and effort gone into writing the poem she was a deserving winner. A close second was Ejay, who wrote about her grandkids swimming, which was funny but lovely at the same time.

The Winning Entry


I could say I only wanted
To win PICSIO by JVC
But in reality I need it
It is ME proof, don’t you see?
Cause I could blame the kids
Could rant, and rave and vent
About the dunny dowsing,
Or the camera that got bent
Or maybe it was puppy
Looking for things delish
Who happened on my camera,
And dropped it in his dish?

But I think I should be honest
And admit it was all Mum
Yes, I can just own up now
Queen of klutz – I am your one.
They now won’t let me hold a camera,
Or even just my phone
They roar and jeer quite loudly
“You are too accident prone!”
Yes, this is my loving family
And my dearest, close friends too
Who mock my misadventures
So desperately, I turn to you…

Cause if I win this camera,
It sounds right up my tree
The GP-WP10
Is Madmother-proof you see!
When I drop it in our full sink
Filled with water to the brim
I’ll just fish it quickly back out,
And sit it neatly on the rim.
I could take it with me training
For roller derby with my team
It’d have to be quite shockproof
To handle how I’m creamed.
So now you have my comment
On the testing I can give…
Just send it to Madmother.
The best test? How I live
Enjoy this and congrats to you! And Ejay, I am going to send you out a limited edition designer WoogsWorld T-Shirt. They are very sought after you know.
Please email your name and address to mrswoog@hotmail.com asap.
And thanks to JCV Australia.



-- Feb 2 -- Bellevue, WA -- Public Meeting on Mount Rainier Fee Increase

-- Feb 4 -- Munising, Michigan -- Michigan Ice Fest

-- Feb 5 -- Mammoth, CA -- (Ski Mountaineering) Mammoth Chase  

-- Feb 12-13 -- Alpental, WA -- VertFest sponsored by OR

-- Feb 12 -- Seattle, WA -- Northwest Collegiate Climbing Challenge (UW)

-- Feb 18 - 21-- Cody, WY -- 13th Annual "Waterfall Ice" Fest

-- Feb 26 -- Seattle, WA -- AAC Annual Benefit and Awards Dinner

-- March 12 -- Charleston, SC -- Palmetto Pump and USA Climbing Comp


Red Rock Rendezvous....Don't forget that there is a lot going on in Las Vegas in mid to late March. Following is a quick breakdown of everything that is happening: