Reunions… and what a LOSER am I?

This morning my day got off to a loving, enthusiastic start.

My good friend, Heather Gollnick, is in Boulder for the week before she joins her family in Steamboat for a vacation. Today she and I met at Amante’s for coffee… both of us biking from our respective residences, of course. I laughed as she talked about having to walk up hills during her run the day before, that her legs felt horrible and she couldn’t breathe. “That’s the altitude”, I told her as I smiled. She seemed surprised, mostly that no one had told her that before.

We chatted it up for a while, and then planned to meet for dinner later in the week.

I’m excited to do a little trainer ride with JZ tomorrow. She invited me to join her in her torture chamber (i.e., her Computrainer basement full of mirrors and speakers for good tunes) for a “good session”. She thought it’d be interesting to see what kind of...

Strength in Numbers

There are lots of things I truly love about Boulder.

The sun setting behind the foothills, or the Flatirons; the evenings of crisp air that are neither humid or chilly – they are perfect.

The quality of life that embodies the existence of each person I talk to who lives here; in effect it changes their perspective. Small stuff doesn’t appear to be sweat much in Boulder.

The Boulder Creek – the flowing water that often has quite a current. I wander there with various friends at various hours of a given day. The water is cold enough to be a good lower body soak but not so cold that we shiver. We submerge our lower bodies and watch the occasional person float by on an inner tube. Funny…

There are lots of things I love out here…
But I think what I love the most is doing everything from my front door. I have a little cruiser bike that I ride most everywhere. Boulder is so bike friendly that...