For my pseudo summer camp, I got myself a warm long sleeved Under Armour shirt.

I have decided that in my Olympic endeavor I will wear exclusively (and by exclusively I mean when I can find last season's gear on the clearance rack with a deodorant stain that boasts an extra 15 percent off) Under Armour gear, in hopes that one day, when I am a famous Canadian skeleton athlete, they will sponsor me and in turn offer me unlimited access to an entire Under Armour wardrobe free-of-charge.

Okay, getting to Calgary from Anchorage is about as easy as going southbound on a northbound service road.

One would think Anchorage-Vancouver-Calgary (or as I prefer, ANC-YVR-YYC), what's the problem?

The problem this route only exists for the independently wealthy.

For the recent-college-grad-paying-off-pilot-licenses, the route is Anchorage-Seattle-Denver-Calgary, with a Calgary-Salt Lake City-Anchorage return.

Haha! I feel like I am going to summer camp. Given, the log cabins is a room at the Four-Points Sheraton, the lake is a hot tub at Canada Olympic Park and the sketchy camp school bus is United Airlines flight from Anchorage ... but summer camp feelings nonetheless! They sent me a checklist of things to bring, and a schedule of activities for the week.

Well ... I faired okay, considering ... considering I am in the beginning stages of TRYING OUT FOR THE FREAKIN' OLYMPICS.

The results: