-racing with your treadmill neighbor
-the mind games one must play with oneself in order to not quit after 5 minutes
-endless hours spent downloading music and organizing your itunes library to create an inspiring workout mix
-fighting for a treadmill at the gym (Jan and Feb only)
-feeling the judgement from the stationary bikers behind the treadmills (sorry about the jiggles, at least I'm at the gym)
When I'm on the treadmill all winter, I like to dream about running outside. It's warm and sunny, a 10 minute mile does not feel like a sprint, and it will whip you into shape in no time.
Here are the races I'm looking forward to this spring!
This is a fun little 5 miler on April 27th (gasp, that's early).
5k, downtown course, very hilly, for the homeless, finish by running around the warning track in Coors Field, free pizza
A few comments about this picture: sorry about my face, my feet do not look like I was running, but I swear I was-I DO NOT walk during races (old cross country rule), I need a tan, that one leg looks pretty good.This was at the Bolder Boulder in 2007. BB is a 10k on Memorial Day, nice course, great bands along the way, sometimes the weather is chilly.
Who's with me?











Here we are are our Luau rehearsal dinner (in the middle of winter).
To celebrate 2 years, Marc surprised me with a hotel room downtown! After work I walked over and met him at the hotel. We started our evening at Cru, a very chic wine bar on Larimer Square. We both enjoyed a delicious glass of wine...Marc's was better than mine...and fried brie=delicious.
From there we walked to Oceanaire, the main event of the evening. Oceanaire is a fantastic fresh seafood restaurant. We both enjoyed very tasty martinis. Marc had the Mahi Mahi (wonderful), and I had Tuna (raw). Both were delicious.
After dinner we had THE MOST DIVINE and perfect cheesecake known to man. I am not joking.
At far right, Miss Hadley "f" ing Rush...The F is for fabulous. I met this little lady as soon as I arrived in Paris. We were in the same van from the airport to our apartment. As it turns out, she was in my study abroad program and living in the same apartment building on the same floor. We had a lot of wonderful times in Paris, and I've only seen her one time since. It's been 3 years or so since we've been together.
