I’m Giving Colorado At Least One Year

A couple nights ago, for the first time in almost five months, I missed Tampa. And I really felt it.

Big, fat snowflakes fell outside my window which meant the next morning I’d be inside on the trainer. Again.

And then it seemed like my Instagram feed was filled with all things Tampa; one post after another featured a new restaurant or coffee shop, some adorable festival happening in Hyde Park Village, or an early morning bike ride along the Bay.

I didn’t even recognize my little town. Because, for the first time in eight years, I wasn’t there for any of it. And I really missed it. I really do miss it.

I miss sipping on a cold brew coffee after a 70-mile ride; I loved sitting outside in a sweat-soaked kit, letting the sun tan my legs and freckle my face. I miss NOT getting dropped on group rides. I miss getting out of work and running along the Bay in a sports bra and shorts—in December. I miss being in sports bra and shorts shape. 

It’s natural to lose touch with a place, with a person, with feelings—and I needed to do a little of that—but I didn’t think it would feel like this. I didn’t think I’d do so much missing so soon, especially for a place I just couldn’t figure out how to be happy in. Well, happy enough.

It was late when I was suddenly doing all this thinking and missing. I’m still new here, and I don’t know a lot about Colorado yet, but I do know this cold, unpredictable weather, and these snowed out bike rides, and my sea level lungs…they’ll all get better.

And just because I miss Tampa doesn’t mean I love Colorado less. It has brought me so much joy. So I thought about all that, too.

I promised myself I’d give it a year out here to really get to know all the seasons, and all the riding and the running and the hiking in all those seasons. I’ve heard there’s nothing quite like spring and summer trail running and I AM HERE FOR IT, MY PEOPLE.

So while the powder continues to fall and really slow down traffic, and while the warm-weather beach photos temp me to pack up my shit a second time and move back (south)east, I’ll wait it out. Because if things already feel this good, I can’t wait to find out what great feels like.

Push on, PUSH ANIMALS >>>

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