The mornings….
Just when I had laughed at myself for bringing so much clothing for colder weather (I hadn’t yet needed it), things here in Boulder turned chilly. I am so used to the 90-100 degree days in Atlanta that the crisp mornings and cooler evenings here are a welcome change. The sky is a brilliant blue and the air is so clean I almost feel cleansed as I inhale…
Yesterday I wore a thicker jacket and leg warmers during my ride. Funny that 4 days prior I had been a sweating pig in my sleeveless jersey.
The last few nights I’ve been sleeping with the windows open to have woken up tightly wound in my blanket cocoon. I always sleep so much better when it is cold. But my body clock is seriously wacked. It has been soooooooo difficult to drag myself out of bed even by 7am here. I am always so tired. Each time I force my eyes to stay open I remind myself it is 9am at home… THIS motivates me!
So, last night – HILARIOUS. Billy Edwards came by to pick me up and we met Brandon DeCampo, Mark Van Akkeren and their friend, newly-transported-Aussie Teresa, for dinner on Pearle Street. We had various unprintable discussions …. (perhaps Brandon will be more forthcoming on his blog re the transcript?) … but the 5 of us were laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. Ug. Good times.
Each time Brandon or I would say something ‘revealing’, we would mimic writing down what was just said to imply: THIS IS GOING ON MY BLOG! Funny, funny.
Such a great group.
I have got to come up with a better response than, “Um, I have a house in Atlanta.(?)” when I am asked why I am not living in Boulder. Almost every day it seems I am asked what is keeping me from moving. ? I really need to come up with a valid reason because the ones I am giving seem unacceptable.
A couple days before I left Atlanta I had a business/social dinner with my life mentor 
Susan Edwards. We were talking about professional and personal opportunities for me (outside the sports arena) as my triathlon retirement seemed closely imminent. She was pleased I was headed to Boulder and thought some options for my life path could continue to appear. As we said goodbye that evening, her final words were thought-provoking…
“Be open to serendipity”, she counseled.
