A day of perfection was kicked off with a “delicious” (I love how people use that adjective not to describe food so I thought I’d try it, feels weird) 7 mile, 60 minute run. It got me in the best possible mind space for the day. Cool air, quick turnover, feeling strong.
Emma and I set off for Denver. I couldn’t resist taking this picture because by this time next year she will hate me and that doll and we’ll be fighting about how much make-up she is not allowed to wear. I’ll hold onto these moments:
First stop, the zoo. We saw some dead camels. or maybe they were just laying down, but I’ve never seen a camel lie down before so I alerted the zoo officials that they were dead, just because it was my civic duty. I also screamed “DEAD CAMELS!” in front of the crowd of little kids at the exhibit. I did not, however, see even one camel toe on a human. Just the one on the dead animal’s foot.
In the Lorakeet (kind of like a Parakeet) feeding area, a reader, Malisa, recognized me and said, “Hey Shut Up and Run!” That was pretty cool. I don’t know how she knew it was me, I was not wearing a SUAR shirt and my shorts were clean. Maybe it was the temporary SUAR tattoo I had on my forehead. Hello fine reader!
Meanwhile, Ken and Sam were off on their own little adventure climbing two, yes two, 14,000 foot mountains, Grays and Torreys. It was a five hour pretty strenuous trip. Here is Sam taking a piss. I love this picture for obvious reasons. No, he did not crap his pants, he slid down some dirt, but I like to think it is my role model status as a pants crapper that came into play here.
My boys at the top of one of the peaks. It was a tough ass climb. I am proud of Sam. He is showing some real endurance and perseverance at the ripe age of 13. Ken does pretty well at the ripe age of 45, too.
Meanwhile, Emma and I headed to the American Girl Store. She’s not big into these dolls and doesn’t own any, but we wanted to see what all the hoopla was about. We both found it a bit creepy. Cute, but creepy. You can bring in your dolls to a hair salon there. It freaked me out. The dolls sit in little chairs and get hair styles. It costs like $15 per doll. Imagine going on a date and being asked what you do for a living – “Oh I am a hair stylist for dolls.”
And who knew a doll could ride a contraption like this?
We stopped at Yogurtland, which has just become my new all time favorite place. I mean what’s not to like about a squirt of yogurt topped with 5 pounds of candy and brownies? I know, Janae has been telling me this forever and now I get it!
Our last errand was to “TriBella” the coolest tri store in Denver. I talked to James, the bike mechanic about fueling on the bike. His suggestion was two Honey Stinger Waffles glued together with a fine schmear of peanut butter. I am ALL OVER THAT.
Now it is time for some Chipotle and wine (Cupcake Chardonnay anyone?)
Any plans this weekend? We are going to the parade that kicks off the Boulder County Fair tomorrow. Nothing like a small town parade to get your juices flowing. Sunday we have our last brick – probably 2:15 hour bike ride and 45 minute run. Stingers and PB here I come!