Daughter Ceili done went off to college and got really fit and strong.
On Monday she asked if we could do “leg day” on Wednesday. I haven’t done workout programming on gym terms for years. The Frontier Partisan Biathlon does not work that way. But when the kid is home for Christmas, she gets to do things her way, so “leg day” it was. More or less.
We warmed up with a climb to the top of Zimmerman Butte. As you can see, we haven’t had anything like a winter snowfall. It rained quite a bit Tuesday night though, so it was nice and muddy. Then down to the Pit for goblet squats, KB deadlifts, medicine ball thrusters and “sprints” (I always hear my brother’s derisive snort when I say I “sprinted”). And shooting.
The clay pigeon is the hereditary enemy of Clan Cornelius, and we perpetrated a great slaughter of the orange horde. We shattered their formations and drove them before us.
It is a privilege to do such things, for my “gym” to be my shooting range and — above all — to spend this time having some hard-earned fun with my daughter, who is no longer little but is still my little girl. Dammit.
She worked hard and shot well. Life is good.