Skirt Culture

a) a cycling gadget

b) some sort of high school cheerleading maneuver

c) a medical breakthrough for cardiovascular health

d) a brutal test of endurance consisting of a 5k running race followed 20min later by a hilly 10k with the pressure-filled goal of beating the Jacksonville Double Pump Tri Team at the Enmark Savannah River Bridge Run

If you guessed D then you understand why Tim and I are still so sore, three days after this feat of strength and guts. This was actually my kind of race. You see, I appreciate innovation and I think the Double Pump is innovative. Some may call it crazy. I call it fun.

Tim and I spent the past five days in Savannah, one of the quirkiest yet most beautiful places I've ever visited. About a year ago we were contacted by the race director the the Enmark River Bridge Run. We NEVER book that far in advance, but this race just felt right. Add on the fact that my parents, Gail and Roger Molzahn, live in Savannah and we hadn't visited in five years (they kept repeating that it took the Bridge Run to finally get us there! We promise to come more frequently; if nothing else to end the embarrassment for them!). So we booked it.

The goal was to headline the pasta party banquet with a fashion show and talk, then get up and join the masses as the official starters for what has been called the world's Toughest Bridge Run. You see, this is no ordinary bridge. It is 5.5% grade. People kept fretting about the bridge. The hill. The grade. They told us to watch out, to pace ourselves. They kept forgetting...we are from Colorado, land of 25.5% grades. But, when you're out of shape or just did an Ironman, any grade is hard. Always respect the grade!

Of course we did the standard media rounds. Our favorite was probably running into Montel Williams on the morning show segment we filmed [link to segment?] (He was later caught in a bit of a controversy over an interesting interview). I gave the host a Holiday GymGirl which she waved around while staring confusedly at Tim's SkirtChaser tee. She was a tad bit confused and simply thought Tim was a Skirt Chaser, probably wondering why I supported him!

The banquet was packed, fashion show was brilliant and supposedly the food was delicious (provided by the famous Lady & Sons[LINK? http://www.ladyandsons.com/]). Of course we didn't get to eat since we were talking the entire night and by the time we signed the final autograph, the food was gone. We need to negotiate actually eating dinner into our contracts! When Tim entered Center Stage post-fashion show, he was met with some interesting questions. It was like Savannah was a Tim DeBoom hotbed FanClub and they had followed his every move for year...

1. In 2001, what were you thinking while sitting in the penalty box?

2. I read in the NY Times that you do laundry. What is your favorite detergent?

3. My dad's favorite was Tim's response to "How many miles to you run in a typical week?" Tim's answer "Not as many as you would think. ONLY about seventy." My dad claims there was a collective gasp.

Now, as I reflect during the flight back to Boulder, nibbling on the Twizzlers and Dots my mom dropped into our bags, I wonder why anyone would not want to live in Savannah, or at least visit every 5 years.