As a lot of you know, I boast endlessly about my modest athletic stuff, to vindicate the advice in Younger Next Year and other books. Fine… that’s fair. (BTW, I did whopping 35 mile bike ride in 85 degree heat yesterday…just saying).

But here’s a tiny contrast to put me in my place. The amazing spider woman in the pick is one of my grand daughters, Lulu. She is slightly into this fitness business. And it ain’t just mountaineering. Tomorrow she and her boy friend (equally scary) are going to climb on foot (carrying their skis) to 6,000 feet. Then they are going to “skin” up 6,000 feet to the peak. If you’re sane and don’t know what “skinning” is, it’s skiing uphill with sticky skins on the bottom of your skis, so you don’t slip backwards. I want you to know that I once did it up the Haute Route in the Alps for six days. But no 6,000 foot pops… no, no, no. She’s an animal. And cute as a button.