Sometimes my mind wanders...here's where it went this afternoon: (1) One of my friends ran a marathon this weekend. An Internet friend. We’ve never met, but I know she’s the shit. She posted about it all over social media, and I loved following it. I was really excited for her because she was really excited …
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It's rare to jump into a new sport at 29 years old, isn't it? We pick up things a little easier when we're younger: sports, languages, friendships. But. On Saturday morning, when I was hauling ass up a muddy set of stairs with my bike slung over my right shoulder in my very first cyclocross …
The sun was setting, the temps were dropping quickly, and I’d just finished another beautiful run on my favorite Boulder Open Space trail. I hobbled back to my car, picked up my phone and called my cousin. I was still breathing hard, still sweating, and the bottoms of my feet were still humming. I wiped …
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Last week I received possibly the best early birthday present in the history of birthdays: an annual national park pass. It’s been on my list since I moved to Colorado almost exactly one year ago. I was so inspired by my gift that I scrapped the next day’s bike plans in favor of a long …
It only took one freak drop in temps to get everyone all giddy about a new season, especially the riders. Out come the knee warmers, out come the wool socks, out come the windproof jackets, deep winter gloves, shoe covers, and snoods gathering dust in our closets. It's the best time of year, in my …
Remember Push Picks...? Let’s revive this series. I just accidentally typed suck day. That, too. I’m never sick! At least not while living in Colorado. Back in Florida, I was sick a lot. A lot, a lot. I probably used up all my sick days in a couple months each year. Thank goodness for my …
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BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG! On Friday night I laid in bed way up in the loft of our lake house and listened to the acorns fall from the trees, crack against the roof just a few feet above me then crunch into the leaves below me. Over and over. So I closed my eyes …
This. This is the Colorado I imagined as I drove mile after boring highway mile on my journey from Florida to Colorado last October. I’d never been before, but these snow-covered mountains—even in the summer—these thick green forests, and the rocky, rushing streams are what I expected to find when I planted roots in my …
I could tell my mom didn’t want to talk to me. I could tell she didn’t want to pick up the phone and talk to me right when she said her usual hello, sweetie. And I got it. I understood. The heartbreak in her voice...I could feel it. There were more sighs than usual and …
Other than a few nights ago—when I was alone too long, when I was overtired, drowning in freelance deadlines, and missing my sweet little apartment in Florida—when I broke down in tears over failed relationships and the uncertain path I'm on now... other than all that, I'm happy with where I'm at. Things have really turned …
