What I did with my labor day weekend (besides dog sitting)

Went to happy hour at Ignite and snickered over the separation of all the girls at one end of the table and all the boys at the other. I was starving and inhaled some goat cheese dip. I have ended up here three times in the past month or so and everything I’ve eaten here has been delicious.

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I drove all the way to the mall (on a Saturday) to try on this dress I saw on anntaylor.com. It was gorgeous and on sale something crazy like $118 marked down to $19. I didn’t buy it because it was kind of clingy on the butt (and sizing up, pictured below, made the top too big and didn’t solve the butt thing) BUT I just wanted to say that this dress is awesome (and they had a ton left in all sizes) so someone else with less bottom should buy it.

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I also got my eyebrows “done” (a pre-race tradition, it has to make me at least a little more aerodynamic, right?) and same with my toes. I always get a pedicure before a triathlon. Because you’re barefoot before the swim and because it just makes me feel lucky.

Let’s see. I also went for the hottest run ever (with shot blocks in my sports bra because where else do you keep your snacks?). It was so hot out. I am not built to withstand these elements. I will take 15° over 90° any day. I started to go for a second loop around Cheesman and I just couldn’t do it, turned around and came home.

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And I went to the very last day of open water swimming at Bowles Reservoir. Since it was the last day of the season I thought there might be a bit of hoopla. Or at least that it would be busy? But it was more like the last day in the dorms at the end of the semester. Most people are already gone, it’s just sad and empty. There were maybe 10 swimmers around while I was there?

The water was cold. Not unbearable, but colder than it’s been all season (the water was warm all summer thanks to neverending heat waves). The water line has receded significantly, and the overall lower water level puts you more in the weeds. On top of that they were already taking buoys down. I spent a good ten minutes thinking I was swimming really crooked before I realized the buoy I was sighting was being dragged away by a kayak. Once they had all the buoys down I cut my workout short because it’s really hard to just swim aimlessly, and it was only open another 20 minutes or so anyways.

So long, Bowles! See you next summer. Awkward last-swim-of-the-summer photo below. I feel dumb taking pictures there because no one else ever is. The other people near me were all clearly serious and accomplished triathletes, chatting about plans for half and full IronMans (IronMen?) around the country and which race gave you the best chance to qualify for Kona. So I felt kind of dumb in my baggy swimsuit taking self-photos.

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I’m realizing this is a lot of photos of myself. Quick, look at these cute dogs!

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I read more than half of this book, Girlchild by Tupelo Hassman. It’s a quick read but not a light read since it’s in part about child abuse. It’s been a long time since I ready a non-clicky book, but the library didn’t have this for kindle. (Okay, it’s actually been like two months since I read any book at all. I miss it, and it’s one of a billion things I’m looking forward to in a post-triathlon training life.)

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I also went grocery shopping, helped a friend unpack in her new house, did some work, and suffered through some very boring (and hot) hours at the gym. Same thing I do every weekend, Pinky.

Dogsitting: Meet Smith!

I brought this little monkey home for the weekend. His owner is out of town, so we are dog sitting! He is ridiculously small and insanely adorable. He’s actually a lot like Harper: pretty relaxed, likes to cuddle, only seems to bark when there is something that seems to be amiss (like the doorbell ringing).

I took my dog sittee, my dog, and my neighbor’s dog to the dog park. The weather was perfect, and they ran around like maniacs until eventually they crashed next to me. I have about nine million photos of these little munchkins but I will exercise some restraint. They’ve mostly been taking turns hanging out in my lap.


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It’s always strange to watch another dog and see how different dog lives can be.  For example, Harper usually gets feed twice a day, where Smith usually just has food out and available to him. Smith gets to have soft toys, Harper will just destroy them. A lot of dogs we watch are really interested in our cat, Alaska. Smith couldn’t seem to care less about her.

Anyways. He’s a sweet dog, and I’m bummed he’s going home.

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Hiking forum post about a dog on a mountain

This past Saturday, August 11th, someone posted a picture of a dog they saw abandoned on the top of a mountain in a forum for Colorado hikers. I don’t want to give any “spoilers” but if you have a little time to read this thread, it’s an amazing story. It could be published, as is. I’d take a message board format over Jennifer Egan’s powerpoint storytelling any day.

That’s the night when the lights went out in Five Points…

Sometimes it really feels like the world is conspiring against you. I suited up for a run in the neighborhood, but when I walked outside, the clouds looked ominous and I saw a few flashes of lightning. Change of plans! I queued up Gossip Girl and fired up the treadmill.

Harper tried to join me (we trained him to walk on it so he can get some extra exercise in the winter, and now he loves it).


Maybe five minutes into my workout the clouds let loose with rain and thunder, and I was feeling good about my decision to stay inside. Until a few minutes after that when the power went out and brought my treadmill to a stop. Wanh, wanh.

Change of plans again. I texted my neighborfriends and we drank some beers in the dark and then cooked dinner on the grill with the help of headlamps. Have I mentioned we have kind of won the neighbor jackpot?

And neighborfriends are the best kind of friends because you can have three beers and not worry about how to get home. 

I had one of the most perfect weekends ever.  I know this is the internet and anything from five days ago is so five days ago, but check it:

  • Wine tasting at Marzyck’s with a small group Friday night.
  • Dinner at Park & Co. with the same group.
  • Planning to go to running club Saturday morning, but not actually having to go since it was canceled due to rain, but still getting mental credit for planning to go
  • Cozy breakfast at Mona’s with a delightful couple (I volunteer with one half).  I think Chris and I want to be them when we grow up.
  • Spent the rainy day under the covers.  Buckled down and powered through most of the Sync Read book.
  • With Friday night’s veggie burger still on my mind, we took a friend in town for the weekend back to Park and Co. but I got the one with barbecue sauce. Not a lot of opportunity for barbecue sauce in the vegetarian’s life. On a veggie burger is a good one.
  • Cheered on marathoners and half marathoners with home made signs at the Denver marathon.
  • A little dog park action with Peaches and her delightful owner.
  • A round of beers and a little yahtzee at Denver Beer Company.  Which is kind of my new favorite place.  Especially after watching Chris and my friend’s husband geek out getting the “tour.”  It is not a place that offers tours.  I’m not really sure what happened there.  Some dude thing happened.

Blogging goes on the long list of things I enjoy but am not particularly good at. (Dancing. Spelling. Triathlons. Putting on makeup.)  Things happen and I want to remember them and document them and put them out there for the world to see, if the world cares at all to take a look.  I just don’t sit down to do it, and then when I do I feel pressure to tell some amazing story, and then I just buckle under the pressure and make a bulleted list.

Also, you’re supposed to have photos, right? I have photos of none of this.  But here is the dog we are watching this weekend, Winslow.  WInslow barks, but he makes up for it with his silly monkey underbite.