First Annual Friends Olympics

Back in August after watching way too many track and field events during the Olympics, we got together with our friends the Webbs and started talking about how much fun it would be to do our own Olympics. Dan and his friends are turning (or have turned) 30 this year and we thought a little friendly competition would get them motivated to get in shape. We turned it into a couples weekend trip to St. George to convince everyone to come.

And amazingly enough, it actually happened.

Everyone who needed to get work off did, and everyone who needed babysitters got them. We had 10 of us staying at the Brower's home in St. George and had a ridiculously fun weekend.

Most of us got there Wednesday night. I woke up Thursday morning earlier than I would have liked, but took the chance to play around with Dan's new phone:

The weather wasn't ideal, but it was better than the big snowstorm everyone in Salt Lake was getting. So we loaded up the razors, stopped by the Egg & I for breakfast, and headed out to the sand dunes.

We spent the afternoon relaxing in the hot tub and playing pickleball and card games, and then went to a late night showing of Skyfall after getting frozen custard at Nielsen's.

Saturday was the main event: the Olympic heptathlon (of sorts). I have to say, no one thought this was really going to happen so nobody trained, and the majority of people were a little skeptical that it would be any fun at all.  Well, it turns out it was a lot of fun and pretty hilarious.

Bryson gave our opening ceremonies speech:

 

And introduced the participants. The Browers, the Currits, the Pughs, and the Webbs. Bryson was a one-man team representing the Kearls (we'll get you next time, Tara...).

Our heptathlon consisted of a 100 meter sprint, shotput, 40 meter sprint, long jump, 400 meter, javelin (or "broom-stick toss"), and a couples 2x200m relay.

We made it official with a cap gun and a Brower Timing System.

It was definitely a success. And next time I'm determined to have my knees all healed up so I can actually be competitive.

We had another afternoon full of hot tubbing and pickleball. We all (minus the Pughs) went to my favorite St. George restaurant for dinner and spent over 2 hours eating fondue and steak. We ended the night with our medals ceremony (we take this seriously...) and then played way too many rounds of scum.

Thanks to all our friends for coming on the trip with us!