May 26, 2009

Bolder Boulder 2009

rabbit-headsI’m hacking up both lungs with bronchitis, procrastinated on registering and had a little baby dolphin when I saw the price tag of the “procrastinator’s” registration fee… what can I say?  A few months ago Sophie and I were absolutely going to run the home-grown Bolder Boulder with 50,000 of our fellow crazies.  Today, we stood on the sidelines and cheered while Becky and Oakley walked their first Bolder Boulder.  Things got interesting pretty quickly.

 gorilla-cage

I’ve never been a spectator at Boulder’s little Memorial Day “Mardi Gras”.  Sophie and I lugged our camel-baks, snacks, hats, sunglasses and camera with two fully-charged batteries.  We settled in at the end of Mile 1 to wait for Becky and Oakley to come through, thinking we’d jump in and walk with them for a bit before ducking out before the finish line.  Only problem was, we didn’t see them come through Mile 1.  I was a little distracted.

After a while I noticed that the volunteers were starting to sweep the course.  I texted Becky and found them almost half a mile ahead of us.  We jogged ahead and cut across the course to wait at the beginning of mile 5.  Sophie forgot her inhaler at home and was wheezing after our brief run; I didn’t want to make her miserable by hustling her through a crowd.  We stationed ourselves by the last Aid Station and snapped a few more pics: 

Flower Pot Man

Flower Pot Man

 

 fairy-girls

And then Sophie spotted them!!  

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Oakley says next year he’ll wear the sombrero, maybe something more colorful too, just to “fit in”.  A teenager has to blend into the crowd, you see…

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May 19, 2009

I’ll Carry You

This past Saturday we ran Towhee, a south Boulder trail I’ve never been on before.  Karley told us what the route would be; Mesa Trail to Towhee to Mesa to Big Bluestem, turn left, right, left, take the left fork… I stopped listening because I couldn’t picture it in my head and knew I would be stopping at every fork to ask directions.  Karley is cruise director for a reason; she knows these trails backwards and forwards and provides excellent navigation for those of us who are spatially-challenged.  Thank God for Karley!  I wouldn’t see half the trails I’ve seen if it weren’t for her excellent navigation.

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May 10, 2009

No Rose-Colored Glasses for Me, Thanks

My secret’s out: as a writer, I reflect. I’ve done this since I was a pup, probably the gangly, slobbery, falling-over-my-own-feet stage. I think about things that, after a week, most people would have forgotten about. I dwell on kernels of ideas that strike chords in my little brain. I twist and turn it around in my head until I find a miniscule crack that, if worried enough, opens to reveal truths that have eluded me in the past. [Read more...]

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