Spiderman (and woman)

Vegas, baby!

Sorry for the lack of posts that last few days - it's been hard to find time to post when I've been dragging Keith's butt around Vegas, trying to convince him to go for a jog or get any physical activity. But all the guy wants to do is sleep!


Of course, that's not entirely the truth.


We've had great jogs each morning in Vegas so far, probably going about 4.5 miles yesterday in 40 minutes. Lots of push-ups and trash, talk, too, so the blog has never been far from my mind!


Went rock wall climbing at the Venetian yesterday. Why do I let him talk me into these things?


Mike was at his conference, so just Keith and I climbed. I'm telling you - it was like watching Spiderman and Spiderwoman! Up and down the wall six times, and Keith only cried twice!

(Keith starting to cry after seeing the height of the wall.)

Of course, I made it over the hard ledge climb with no problem whatsoever. At least according to Debbie, who had perfect timing and walked up just as I crossed over - never seeing that I had actually hung there for four minutes before being able to pull myself over!

Keith made it over the ledge, too, but that was just because I was carrying him on my back.