Zoë. 20Para-Equestrian Dressage Rider from Victoria, Australia.“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.” Chasing that Grand Prix test.
Die Equilibrium Tri-Zone Impact Sportstiefel sind der ultimative Beinschutz und bieten hohen Aufprallschutz, ohne Kompromisse bei Passform, Atmungsaktivität, Flexibilität oder Gewicht einzugehen. In Zusammenarbeit mit professionellen Reitern, Tierärzten und Wissenschaftlern wurden die Tri-Zone Impact Sports-Stiefel entwickelt, um ein Höchstmaß an Schutz in einem Allround-Stiefel für alle Aktivitäten zu bieten, vom Training und Ausritt bis hin zu anspruchsvollen Sportarten wie Cross Country, Polo und Rennen. Unter Verwendung fortschrittlicher Materialtechnologie wurden Tri-Zone Impact Sport-Stiefel in einem unabhängigen Labor wissenschaftlich auf Aufprallschutz gegen Gehirnerschütterung und Durchdringung getestet.
Nordmarka, just outside of Trondheim in Norway.
Not mile repeats! ANYTHING BUT MILE REPEATS!
I practiced my favorite teaching and relaxed into the moments that were physically strenuous. Upon later reflection, I realized tree skiing head space and yoga head space are really the same thing.
Not from the balloon! This was taken out the plane window on my cross country trip from NY several weeks ago. I got a bunch of great landform shots going from east to west, but I never get around to uploading them. This one is one of my favorites. From a National Geographic Supplement: Times were tough in the early 1840s, and explorers painted pictures of lush lands up for grabs. Settlers had taken what was available east of the Great Plains; the only lands left were in the Far West / California. The plains were considered desolate, fit only for Indians, and the federal government did it's best to put them there: the 1830 Indian removal Act forced tribes east of the Mississippi River to trade their homeland for prairie. Soon after the Civil War, as railroads linked the coasts and settlers discovered the fertility of the Great Plains, Indians would be squeezed onto smaller and smaller reservations.
Record snow falls this Christmas gave us a magical experience skiing and cross-country skiing in Sweden! You hear the trees creaking, water from a stream and perhaps the bustle beyond. Skiing in fresh glittering snow gives a silence within, restoring energy and calm. Sweden is also outstanding for family ski holidays!
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OK - schnurre deine Skier an und du gehst. Entweder Cross-Country in einem angemessenen Rhythmus oder bergab mit voller Geschwindigkeit. Was auch immer Sie bevorzugen, Norwegen hat es. Wenn es am Ende zu kalt wird, stellen Sie sich vor, die roten Wangen, die Sie erhalten, wenn Sie bei der Rückkehr wieder vor dem Kamin sitzen. Serie: Norwegen Artikelnummer: F-2014-401-S Farbe: Grün/weißes Material: Schwedisch umweltfreundliches Papier, 170g Multiart Matt Mattabmessungen: WXH: 50x70 cm
This exciting adventure takes you on the ultimate USA road trip with all the must-see sights and natural wonders across the country.
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Completed in 2013 in Ål, Norway. Images by Søren Harder Nielsen. This all-year cabin is located in the mountains above the village Ål, amidst cross-country ski tracks in winter and hiking tracks in summer. It is...
Whispers from the past echo through the historic Twamley Farm, a homestead near Buckland, TAS, which has housed six generations of the Turvey family.
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This hairy, smiling, cross-dressed man is the latest sensation in Japan, but his fame is growing beyond the borders of the Asian country!
Notes From Your BooksellerPart sister story, part murder mystery, They’ll Never Catch Us is a captivating yet slow burning thriller with a shock ending. Author Jessica Goodman proves her writing prowess yet again by delivering a twisty, layered high school mystery woven into an adrenaline-inducing sports story, perfect for fans of A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder. From rising star Jessica Goodman, author of They Wish They Were Us, comes a new fast-paced thriller about two sisters vying for the top spot on their cross-country team—the only way out of their stiflingly small town. But their dreams are suddenly thrown into peril when a new girl threatens to take away everything they've worked for . . . until she disappears. Stella and Ellie Steckler are only a year apart, but their different personalities make their relationship complicated. Stella is single-minded, driven, and she keeps to herself. Cross-country running is her life and she won't let anything get in the way of being the best. Her sister Ellie is a talented runner too, but she also lets herself have fun. She has friends. She goes to parties. She has a life off the course. The sisters do have one thing in common, though: the new girl, Mila Keene. Both Stecklers' lives are upended when Mila comes to town. Mila was the top runner on her team back home, and at first, Ellie and Stella view her as a threat. But soon Ellie can't help but be drawn to her warm, charming personality. After her best friend moved away and her first boyfriend betrayed her, Ellie's been looking for a friend. In a moment of weakness, she even shares her darkest secret with Mila. For her part, Stella finds herself noticing the ways she and Mila are similar. Mila is smart and strong—she's someone Stella can finally connect with. As the two get closer, Stella becomes something she vowed she'd never be: distracted. With regionals approaching and college scouts taking notice, the pressure is on. Each girl has their future on the line and they won't let friendships get in their way. But then, suddenly, Mila goes out on a training run and never returns. No one knows what happened, but all eyes are on the Steckler sisters. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593114346 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group Publication Date: 04-05-2022 Pages: 352 Product Dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d) Age Range: 14 - 17 YearsAbout the Author Jessica Goodman is the op-ed editor at Cosmopolitan and author of They Wish They Were Us. They'll Never Catch Us is her second novel. Follow Jessica on Twitter @jessgood and on Instagram @jessicagoodman.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt “Well, if it isn’t the Steckler sisters.” Coach Gary crosses his arms over his broad chest and widens his stance. He’s wearing a blue Edgewater hat over his bald head and his legs are bronze, as if he’s been outside every day for the past three months. When a breeze rustles his shorts, I glimpse his pearly white thighs where his tan line makes a hard stop. “Miss us, Coach?” Ellie teases. But as soon as she says it, her face turns red, like she forgot she was greeting the dude who earned the nickname Coach Scary after he made a whole bunch of freshmen cry last year. But he gets results. And that’s what everyone cares about. That’s what I care about. “You two? Nah,” he says, playing along. His dark eyes narrow and he tilts his head toward me. “Breakbridge do you right?” I nod. “It better have,” he says. “You’ve got a lot to prove this year.” I straighten my spine and don’t look away. “I know.” He snaps a piece of gum. “Looking forward to seeing what you’ve got.” His eyes move over my shoulder and I turn to follow his gaze toward the bleachers. There, sitting in the front row, is a small white woman with gray hair and sunglasses, holding a clipboard. She’s wearing a polo shirt and hiking shorts. I don’t recognize her from the college recruiter lists. “What school is she from?” I ask, fear building in my stomach. Scouts aren’t supposed to come to practices. Hell, we’re lucky when they show up to meets. “Ours,” he says, his voice gruff and frustrated. “School board oversight. They just wanted to keep an eye on things after last year.” Ellie lets out a groan. “Shut it, Baby Steckler,” Coach snaps. “I don’t have time for this. You’re my squad. My girls. Just have to show ’em I still have a handle on you lot.” Ellie clamps her mouth shut and looks to the ground. Before we can say anything else, we’re interrupted by whooping and hollering. I turn to the parking lot to see Tamara Johnson, Raven Tannenbaum, and Julia Heller tumbling out of a rose-gold SUV branded with a bumper sticker for the Ellacoya Mountain Resort. They pose for a selfie in their practice uniforms and break into a fit of laughter about some inside joke we’ll never understand. They start to walk toward us and Tamara smiles, her box braids swinging behind her. Raven’s pale, freckled arms hang by her sides like ropes and she glances at Tamara, hungry for approval. Julia’s straight, dirty-blonde hair is gathered into a tight high ponytail that looks like it’s pulling at her scalp. This goddamn threesome. Julia and Tamara have been best friends since kindergarten when the Hellers moved to Edgewater to open another location of their fancy sporting goods chain. They became tight with Raven a few years later, which was a good thing, considering that when her sister Shira pulled that ridiculous stunt, no one wanted to go anywhere near the Tannenbaums. Well, no one except Tamara and Julia. They stuck by her side. It was pretty nice, I guess. Doesn’t make up for the fact that Julia still calls me Sterile and continues to just be a straight-up asshole. She and Tamara aren’t that fast. Raven, though. She could be good but she chokes all the time. Coach ignores them. “Stella, stretching,” he commands. “You are co-captain, after all.” He flashes a menacing smile and raises his eyebrows. The school board almost took the title away from me last year, after I got suspended. But Coach got the administration to let me stay on as long as there was a co-captain for the girls’ squad. It was no surprise the team voted for Tamara. I jog onto the patch of grass in the middle of the track and stand tall, waiting for the rest of the team to circle up around me. We’re fifteen deep this year, counting the few freshmen who are trying out this week, and the group looks good and lithe. It’s obvious I’ll make it to State, but if these dummies can get it together, we might have a shot at placing as a team, too. “Hi, Stella,” Tamara says, tossing her braids over one shoulder. “Should we give the girls a pep talk?” “After stretching, maybe,” I say. “You can do that part.” She smiles so wide her molars show, then nods to Raven and Julia off to the side. “Circle up, ladies!” she calls. I hop up and down and drop to the earth as the others follow. “Left leg out,” I call and thrust my leg long. My muscles tense and acquiesce, a familiar feeling of strain and release. “Switch!” I yell. But when I lift my head to swap my legs, I see everyone has stopped paying attention. Their gaze has shifted. Their heads are turned to the parking lot, where Coach Gary bounces on the balls of his feet. He taps his clipboard nervously with a pen. A tall girl with high cheekbones stands before him in gray spandex shorts and a black racerback running shirt. An Edgewater-blue bow is tied around her dark, wavy ponytail, which hangs long down her back. “Who is that?” Tamara asks. She pulls on one of her braids, a nervous tic. “No clue,” Julia says. “Oh, shit, I know,” Raven says softly. Of course she does. Her mom, Mrs. Tannenbaum, is the school secretary, so she knows everything. “Who?” Julia asks. “That’s Mila Keene. I think she moved here over the summer,” Raven says. “Who?” Julia asks again. My heart sinks. I’ve heard of Mila. Everyone who is competitive in the greater northeast has. She won the Connecticut State championship last year as a sophomore and was rumored to have been talking to the scouts at Harvard. Why the hell is she here? And why the hell is she walking toward us? “I said switch,” I call out, suddenly annoyed and flushed. When I bring my left ankle in to my thigh I realize it’s shaking. “Her parents split up,” Raven continues, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I think her mom got a job at the hospital, so they moved here from one of those suburbs close to Manhattan. Her dad’s back in Connecticut.” She bends down over her knee. “At least that’s what my mom said.” “Why didn’t she just stay there?” Julia asks. “Who knows?” Raven says softly. She twists the ends of her red hair around one finger, exposing a swath of freckles trailing down her neck. “Shh,” Tamara says. “They’re coming this way.” I look up to see Coach and Mila jogging toward us. He snaps his gum loudly as he lugs Mila’s practice bag over his shoulder. She follows behind him, her gait elegant and graceful. Shit, she’s wearing shiny lilac Nikes—the lilac Nikes. Even from here, I can see her initials are embroidered on the flat end of each shoelace. My heart drops. I have that pair, too. All the best high school track stars do since Nike gifted them to the top five runners in each state last year. I’m furious I didn’t wear mine today. Just these dumb practice ASICS. They don’t even come with spikes. Coach Gary clears his throat. “Girls,” he bellows. “This is Mila Keene.” The others raise their heads and offer sweet smiles, saccharine and fake. If Mila senses the charade, she doesn’t let on. She just stands there grinning, her arms loose and relaxed by her sides. She doesn’t fidget or shift her weight from one foot to the other. She’s just happy to be here. How, though? “Hey!” Mila says. She even gives a little wave. “Mila just moved here from Hadbury, Connecticut, but you girls are smart; you probably already knew that. She will be joining the junior class and our squad. If you don’t watch out, she’ll kick your ass.” Coach looks
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It seems she is willing to go the extra furlong to support her partner
Excerpt: If there's nothing you can do right, then you can do anything wrong. At least that's the way we saw it. We decided to sell everything we could and then hitchhike cross-country. The for-sale sign that we posted publicly in the mailroom read: ATTENTION! We are going to run away and \"split for the coast\" and we need \"bread.\" Everything must go. Come to our rooms and see what we have. Wilson and Pasty. And we weren't kidding, although everybody assumed we were.
One of the reasons many people love the internet is because you can find content related to nearly everything there is; whether it’s knitting or harvesting veggies that you’re interested in, there ought to be plenty of information for you to browse.
Photographer Andrew Montgomery and Leiths-trained cook Cherie Denham continue their series based on their latest book, The Irish Bakery. This month: an Easter extravaganza Asparagus, Nettle And Caramelised Shallot Tarts One of my first memories of nettles is from an early summer barbecue when I was a child. We were playing hide and seek and I tripped at the top of a hill, landing in a ditch of nettles. No amount of dock leaves could ease the stinging pain. Who would have thought that I’d now be
Today's recipe for Traditional British Hot Cross Buns has been shared on Lavender & Lovage before, but many years ago. However, I decided it was time to give the photos a makeover, as well as sharing a new and more uptodate printable recipe card. This recipe for Traditional British Hot Cross Buns is my late mother's recipe, and is one that she always used for these delectable fruited buns at Easter. My mum used to say that the recipe was adapted from a Tudor recipe for spiced baked buns that she saw in an old magazine in the 1950's. We all love the spice mixture and fruity filling, as well as the light but filling texture too. I made two dozen of these yesterday in readiness for Easter, as they freeze so well. Just remember to take them out to defrost, although some modern toasters have a “defrost” setting on them for toasting from frozen. Serve these fruited buns warm, with butter. Or, toast them, and again, serve them with lots of good salted butter. For the sourdough bakers amongst you, I also have a rather delectable recipe for Easy No Knead Sourdough Hot Cross Buns, which are very easy to prepare. I hope you all enjoy this traditional recipe if you make it, and I am sure my mother would be delighted to know that her recipe is still going strong. Karen
What better way to start Friday then with some nostalgia?
