Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Just call me Nimble McStiffy.....

because that's who I am right now. I can barely walk I AM SO SORE!

But I did it. I ran the whole 6.2 miles, with no walking!

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RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh......back up-rewind.

I actually drank this weekend, even though I vehemently pledged I would NOT. But I did not smoke. Hell, I may as well give up smoking for good I guess or something. It was so easy to JUST SAY NO to that and stuff....

(That's me being non-committal...but for the time being....smoking? Eh.)

Kev Murano was in town for the night on Friday. We had some drinks and food at the old neighborhood stand-by...Mead Street. We then took the bus downtown to The Front Porch. Did y'all know that MTV approached The Porch with a contract to be "the bar" the Denver Real World cast would hang out and Greg, the owner, said NO?! Slap! It would have been a total disaster, complete with much drama. They've started filming but no word on where the losers will actually get their drink on. (But once it's out I'm ALL OVER IT.)

1/2 kidding.

I think the boys ended up with hangovers the next morning, but not me, uh-uh. My Kev went to work, the other Kev went home to AZ and me? I snoozed for awhile before whipping up a carbalicious potato salad for a cookout, a WORK cookout full of workieworkers. Given by MY employee. She was drunk at her own picnic and I loved every second of that. No respectful employee of yours truly is really one of ME until the BUZZ is visibly had. Plus, I heard her tell her friends that I was awesome. Me! Awesome! Honey, you got a good year-end review on the horizon ;-)

Sunday I made the very big mistake of going to the Boulder Creek Festival with Lucy in tow. K was working a booth for the USFS, which I could not find seeing as there were 50fucking1000 people there and it was nearly impossible to get around, much less with a pooch straining on a 2-inch long leash. Not fun, not fun at all. The music was bad, the food overpriced, and there were wayyyyyy too many damn pairs of Crocs pounding the pavement.

Instead, I came back home and ate some, like, bread and pasta and shit. And I was kind of tired.

So I went to bed.

But I didn't sleep hardly at all. I was too keyed up!

The race was total excitement. Tons of people, everywhere. Live music on the side, spectators cheering you on. The 6 miles went by in a snap.

Look at how many people are watching when you cross the finish line....thousands! You feel like the biggest winner ever!


That's actually a skydiver there, landing in Folsom Field.

Ann and me:


Ann did awesome too! I am so glad we got off our slacker butts and ran it! Now I can put that big check mark next to RUN THE BOLDERBOULDER on my list of things to do in life and move on.

Or maybe run it again next year. Running is so freaking addictive!

2 Comments:

At 3:41 PM, Anonymous Kath said...

YAY on the non-smoking.

Yay, yay, yay.

And congrats on running the BB.

 
At 4:47 PM, Blogger Rosie said...

Thanks Kath! I know, I may as well prepare for smoke-free Denver...

for which I CANNOT WAIT, actually.

Smoking or no smoking!

 

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