Weekend Update

This was a super chill weekend. Brunch, workouts, pedicures, cooking. This is more for me than for you, so you might just want to look at the pictures and keep scrolling.

Friday afternoon I reluctantly passed on office beers. I had opted to sleep in rather than knock out my workout in the morning. So I waived goodbye to my happy-hour-ing coworkers and hit the gym for an hour spin and a 30 minute run. I finished right as they were closing at 8 pm.

Came home. Sat in the backyard and drank a Ranger IPA. Caught up with Chris. It felt like I barely got to hang out with him this week. Marveled at how late it stays light. Took a bath and went to sleep.

Saturday morning I considered swimming in Bowles Reservoir at 7 and going to Root Yoga at 12:30. Realized I could also swim and do yoga at the gym and be finished and home by 11 instead of by 2. Done.

Felt proud of myself for saving time. Promptly wasted it on the internet.

Saturday afternoon

Haircut! Mentioned I’ve been into braids lately, and my stylist showed me a new way to braid my hair. Sadly, you know how your hair is all…slippery when freshly washed? Yeah, it all sort of unraveled shortly after I left.

I returned a dress at Ann Taylor and returned another dress to Target. Then of course I bought two new dresses at Target. You know, to maintain balance. But both of my new dresses are less expensive, so still a net gain.

I’m wearing the stripey one right now. It makes me want to sing “I’m on a Boat!”

Does anyone else have a stack of those crappy extra bits of fabric they try to pass off as a belt? I never wear them because they look so cheap. And apparently I’m trying to pass off my $20 Target dress as…I don’t know, a $30 Gap dress?

I picked up Chris from work because I was afraid it was going to rain, but it didn’t. I convinced him to swing by Nordstrom Rack on the way home to look for shorts for him. He ended up trying on zero things. I tried on four dresses but passed on everything.

Saturday night we…went grocery shopping then fell asleep on the couch. Fascinating stuff.

Sunday morning we took Harper on a playdate with his BFF Winslow.

Then engaged in apparently our only social activity of the weekend, brunch with friends at Sputnik! But they changed their quinoa cake dish. Not as good as it used to be.

Sunday afternoon Chris and I got pedicures. As always, I immediately wished I’d picked another color. I always have severe color remorse.

I rode my bike in nine million degree weather to slog through a brick at the gym (60 minute spin + 15 minute incline walk). It was hot even inside and I was bored with my book, bored with my music, and there was nothing good on tv.

Sunday night I fixed up a batch of my homemade Chipotle bowls and somehow Chris and I got to talking about Cake (the band, not the food) and how excited we are to see them in July at Red Rocks. And then we played tons of Cake super loud and sang along.

Standing in the Alpha Beta parking lot, watching you leave me…

Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell!,

We are building a religion! We are building it bigger!

She’s changing her name from Kitty to Karen She’s trading her MG for a white Chrysler La Baron

She’s got a serrated edge that she moves back and forth. It’s such a simple machine, she doesn’t have to use force.

I’m sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment, waiting for your phone calls all to end

Proglonging the Magic is my favorite album, followed by Fashion Nugget, but followed closely by Comfort Eagle.

Took a bath. Did a little work. Enjoyed the extremely refreshing combination of Pellegrino Limonata with a splash of whiskey. And then it was Monday morning!

Weekend Update

I work hard, dangit, and the past few weeks have been hectic.  I’m not one to count down to Friday (I try to enjoy all my days!) but I do like the free time.  I don’t like to overschedule Saturday and Sunday.  This weekend was pretty much perfect.

Friday night – blew off the gym and a “Bike Prom” downtown.  Stayed home and did this instead:

That finale was pretty dumb.  But while I post pretty banal content on the internet, I’ll save you my thoughts on the plot of Gossip Girl.

Saturday morning – fought off a champagne headache and swam 38 slow laps at the rec center.  Went for a 24 mile bike ride on the Platte trail.  It was so windy on the way back that we passed a number of cyclists who had given up on staying upright and had gotten off to walk.  Saw a turtle and a turkey!  Attempted to refuel with vegan pancakes. 

They didn’t all look this bad, but they did all taste kind of like school cafeteria fishsticks.

Saturday night we went to the symphony.  I thought I had finally found an occasion to wear this ridiculous yellow ruffly dress I bought from Nordstrom like a year ago.  Too dressy for work, not quite dressy enough for a real dress up event. 

I texted this photo to a friend we were meeting there and she approved, but I ended up going with a slightly safer fuschia dress.  I like bright colors.  They make me feel safer on my bike.

Sunday morning – I swam in a frigging lake!  I know that this is something people do all the time and I am not a special snowflake.  But it was my first open water swim.  (Not counting, like, the fact that I grew up in San Diego and “swam” in the ocean.  Because that swimming was mostly jumping around and shrieking.)  This felt like a big deal.

I stole this photo off of the website of the company that hosts the swims on the weekends.  But this is pretty much what it looked like.  The water was cold, worse than I feared, only 55°.  My body warmed up in my wetsuit, but was really hard to make myself put my face in the water.  We swam around the three buoys, a half mile, but s-l-o-w-l-y.  We struck out, then I wanted to go back to where I could touch for a minute, then I sort of side stroked, breast stroked and dog paddled to the first buoy.  The cold was making it hard for me to catch my breath.

I did a bit of front crawl between the first and second buoy by sort of bribing myself.  Like, do 15 strokes and then you can stop and catch your breath again.  By the time I passed the second buoy, I was warmed up and able to swim about half of the last leg sort of properly.

It was annoying to feel like, after spending hours in the pool, taking weeks of lessons in the fall, working on my form, I was flailing around, dog paddling at some points.  The cold, the open water, the slimy mud, the wetsuit, it was just all really different.  At least it was pretty outside.  And I will do better next week.  We start where we start and we work our way up.

Reward for being brave?

Terrible photo, amazing, delicious brunch.  I’ve been complaining about the lack of vegan restaurant options in Denver, but almost everything on the menu at Sputnik is (or can be) vegan.  And not, like, you have to ask a million questions and specify no cheese and please don’t cook my veggies in butter.  You just order the arepas and say you’d like them vegan, please. 

Sunday afternoon involved a nap and a trip to the dog park.  I’m now trying to get motivated to make my lunch for tomorrow but putting it off by writing a long recap of my weekend to post on the internet, in hopes that you will find it interesting. 🙂

Nine years!

Nine years ago today, on a Wednesday, I went on the very best (and, I hope, my very last) first date ever. There are prettier pictures of us, but me on the couch with my laptop and he making funny faces, well…yep. Day-in-the-life.

It’s possibly the very definition of annoying couple-dom, but I don’t tend to keep track of what happened between what birthdays or calendar years. I’m much more likely to mark a milestone in relation to February 27th, and it’s the time of year I’m most likely to reflect on, well, the State of the Union.

One year was when we went to see Dave Eggers. Three years and we went from long distance to living together. Five years I had really dark hair. Six years we moved to Denver (literally, on our anniversary we pulled the U-Haul into our rental on 36th Avenue) and adopted a dog. Seven years we bought our house.

And nine! We celebrated by dropping $200 on new running shoes for each of us, slightly less than that on the fanciest brunch in Denver, and exchanging boring gifts and sentimental letters. We tried taking self timer photos but they were awkward:

and we were running late for our reservation so we finally just captured the day with Photo Booth:

No running! No stiff poses! And you get to see what your hair is doing before you snap a photo!

Zoom, zoom

After a week of standing at the bus stop in 0°, it was a high of 67° today!  It’s a lovely palate cleanser, even if it’s supposed to snow again next week.  A pretty day in winter seems like a treat.  Long stretches of pretty days in the summer lose their luster when you can take them for granted.  Eyeing the forecast this week, we decided Sunday would be good for a long bike ride.

We rode our bikes over to Garden Spot Café for a big breakfast.  That’s the nice thing about cycling.  I could not have eaten this and then immediately gone for a run.  I could not have done this and then immediately gone for a swim or dived into an intense work out video.  But I totally did eat (almost) all of this and then settle in for two hours on my bike.

American Breakfast for me (that’s Morningstar sausage):

Veggie Benedict for him:

After a bit of a rocky start with a tire that blew out while we ate our breakfast and then several super icy, slippery patches on the bike path, we settled into a good groove and did a total of 22 miles.

There were geese everywhere!  And tons of ducks in the creek, and we saw one hawk.  At one point we saw a coyote wade into the creek, amongst several dozen birds.  (Look out, birds!)  It was so close, maybe 100 feet away?  (I have no idea, my depth perception is terrible.  But I also have terrible vision and I could see the coyote really well.)

On the other side of the trail just a minute or two later we saw a deer.  She was my pace buddy for maybe a quarter of a mile as she leapt and bound through the gully to the left of the trail and I tried to pedal to keep up.  Eventually she pulled ahead and then crossed in front of us to get to the creek to our right.  She headed back from where we had come, towards the coyote.  (Watch out, deer!)  I’m curious about what the coyote ended up having for lunch.

I’d hoped to go faster, but given the icy patches under most of the overpasses that I hopped off and walked over and a few minutes lost when I threw my chain, not too bad.

There were tons of puddles and I realized that while my daily commuter bike has fenders, my road bike does not. 

My bottom is wet and my back is dirty.  My hands and butt were numb by the time we got home.  But I totally feel like I have earned the beer I drank while writing this.