The Most Extreme Ultimate Ultimateness Pt. 3

The first time I did the Foothills Ultimate Hike, I pretty much decided I was never going to do it again.  Then that childbirth thing happens where you know there must have been pain but not enough to cover up all the good stuff that came out so you decide to sign up for it and have another baby.

Definitely Maybe

Thanks to Facebook memories, I got a bunch of notifications that this article I wrote for Touched by Cancer magazine had been published four years ago.  As we prepare for some upcoming visits with doctors to tackle a couple of late-effects, this seemed worth revisiting.

To say that raising kids denotes eighteen-plus years of uncertainty is an understatement.  Will they grow up to be well-adjusted?  Will they bring home friends that I approve of?  Will the school system reassign them to a new school for the third time before the fifth grade?

That time we ate our way to Indiana.

So, at this point in the game you may very well know that food is my love language and it is with this information that I present to you the time my friend Candi and I ate our way to (and from) Indiana.  I am convinced that we may very well have taken this trip even if Candi had not signed up to do the Tecumseh Ultimate Hike in Indiana because she is not only my hiking BFF, but also my food spirit animal.