Little Miss Runner Pants

ok seriously, i can't say this enough.. i had SO. MUCH. FUN!

however. the trip itself did not start off on the greatest of foots. feet. on the right foot. (?! i speak good english!!!...)

my flight was scheduled to leave KC at 7:00pm.... unfortunately Zeus, the testy SOB god of weather that he is, soooo had other plans.

after a few frazzled calls to Bold.. J.Lee... my mom... texting pretty much everyone i know... attempting to make eyes at a cute boy a few seats away and leaving/entering/leaving/entering the security area for refreshments/magazines/a reason to stretch my legs (those familiar with KCI know what i mean)... my flight finally departed.

at 10:35pm.

not. pleased.

but alas, i did arrive in denver... eventually.. bright eyed and bushy tailed.

after a somewhat rather confusing state of hmm. so he said he'd be in front of the fountain... white shirt, green square.. white shirt, green.... is that? ... no way. is... is that him?!?!.. i found bold, we did the lets hug and pretend its not weird that we just met in real life but i'm totally staying with you at your house please don't turn out to be a crazy person with fangs and a tail, m'kay?!?! thing, grabbed luggage and were on our way!

the trip from the denver airport to boulder flew by as Bold and i chatted away and before i knew it, we had arrived at the infamous HABC.

and people?! he ain't kidding... this place is NICE! nice and supremely in need of some ART ON THE WALLS!!! (hee hee. hi Bold!) but a totally fun cross between a loft and a townhome. i = lurv.

at this point though it was fast approaching 1am and so.. we were to bed.

the following morning, after some miscommunication about what time either of us would be up and at'em, cuz we rock like that, it was time for... FOOD!
i was starvin marvin. after a small salad to serve as dinner (my bad), a delayed flight and long trip from KC to Denver, i was... we were, deep in the throws of FAMINE. and so we gorged ourselves on food.

in what would quickly become a theme of the trip... feast or famine. nothing in moderation.

after some digestion and a quick change of clothes, we set off for our Celebrity Hike.

now, most of you have probably read a bit about our CH over in bold's neck of the woods. HOWEVER!!!! what he DIDNT tell you was...

yes. okay. i am a hiking stud. i rule the land of everything hiking ever. anywhere.

this comes as no shock.

*wink*

HOWEVER.

people... our hike up mt. Sanitas wasn't just a hike. it was an ass whooping of grand proportion. and no, no. i don't mean the can of said ass i handed boulder. i mean by the scarily leathered, ridiculously in shape elderly population of the area.

i was almost frightened. besides the more than likely hungover college students, the dogs, the pregnant women.. all of whom appeared and disappeared, leaving us in their dust... there was a 90 year old great-grandma type, in a sundress and bonnet that came from behind, passed and proceeded onward so fast we barely knew what hit us.

it was outta control. and a little embarrassing.

(we've already made plans to PR that sh*t next time though. no worries!)

by the time we came round the other side of the loop, took a few look at me! i'm hiding behind a rock in the middle of a field type photos, it was, once again, past time for lunch.

after heading back to the HABC, quick showers, and more of -- omg if i don't eat soon i think i'll gnaw my arm off --

we headed down to Boulder's Pearl Street to play the what do you want to eat?! ...oh i dunno. what are you in the mood for?!... gosh, i don't really have a preference.... OMG ITS FREEZING OUTSIDE LETS PICK AND JUST GET ON WITH IT MAN! game. naturally.

it was good times.

lunch was delicious and for the second time i trumped Bold in the art of ordering delicious food (bold suffers from food envy. the cat's outta the bag).. and gorged myself, once again, on a highly caloric, supremely yummy meal.

go me. go food. go Bold for his "hey, lets try this great Tapas place" suggestion. go yummy restaurants!

afterwards the weather took a bit of a freezing cold-going to rain-turn so we hobnobbed around town, bought me my very first, very official, very triathlon-tastic Bento Box (although not that brand. as Bold metrosexually pointed out, this other one has a cooler logo!!) and headed back to the house for some quality- relax in front of the huge tv on the comfy leather sofa watch a movie and laugh so loud you startle Bold - time.

right on.

as the evening quickly approached, the rain continued to pour and our stomachs began their song and dance routine of feed me you *#$&%! -- it was decision time. whats for dinner?!

how about we order in!?!

great idea right?!

except... bold's never DONE THAT!!!!! because.. i don't know why.
i'm blaming it on his canadianism.

so we did the next best thing... Take 'n Bake!!!

some take n bake pizza, wine and bold's first tatse of ben and jerrys later.. (seriously, this dude's gotta get out more!!).. and we found ourselves out on the porch, watching it rain, and chatting about life, triathlon, and all the fun ways we could conspire to rule the world.

it was a very productive meal!

soon there after it was time for g'nights to be followed with a morning full of packing, raceAthlete website tinkering (check out our sponsors, by the way. i know y'all've all heard about team.raceAthlete by now... we've allowed for easy access to all of the amazing companies helping kick this thing off on the site) and a quick drive into boulder for brunch with J.Lee.

all in all, my time with the boldmeister himself couldn't have been better.

Boulder is an amazing town, and with my new-found real live person friend Bold, i plan on returning first chance i get!

i'm thinking... ski season.

who's with me?!