Our hike up Camelback Mountain

I admit it -- we've been eating a lot. And we certainly enjoy our cocktails, so it's important to try to stay on top of it so we don't end up 20 lbs overweight by the time we get to New Zealand. Iain is much better at encouraging us to exercise than I am, so I reluctantly agreed that a morning hike up a mountain was the perfect way to help work off our recent indulgences.

The thing is, the hike was pretty intense, and it was not made easier by the athletes running by us in their cool hiking gear, all lithe and super attractive, while I wheezed my way behind Iain in my dorky shorts from The Limited that I bought like 6 years ago for Erik's Manayunk Bike Race Party (remember, Kate?) and a goofball tshirt from a bar in Philly. At least my sneakers are cool. Of course, Iain totally looked the part, with his swanky breathable running shirt and hip R.E.I. shorts.










The worst part of all is that we got 1 mile up and decided to turn around -- we didn't know how long it was to the top and we still had a full day ahead of us and wanted to get home. When we got back to the bottom we saw a sign that read that the summit is reached in 1.2 miles. We were so pissed.