Kimbo (lead dog) was a firm believer in the old Alaskan adage, “If you’re not the lead dog, the scenery never changes.” This led him his team to embrace a somewhat cavalier attitude towards the “green” movement; after all, there were few places you could plug in an electric car such as the Chevy Volt or the Nissan Leaf, and when actual fuel was used, it was measured in kibbles per mile rather than miles per gallon.
It had been about staying power; it wasn’t energy drinks but good health, plenty of rest and lots of training that let Devonna win the ladies marathon . . .
New to kayaking and navigation, Ben was pretty sure he had made a wrong turn when he saw the 631.7 miles to Cuba sign . . .
Joey had told them he was “not a golden retriever;” fetching balls for golfers that couldn’t miss the water and getting hit on the head while sunning just showed no respect . . .
The course had been rated “Challenging” with cautions for the sand trap before the 5th hole–perhaps an understatement . . .
For some reason, Dan was having a hard time selling the State patrolman on the concept that he was fogging for mosquitoes . . .
