You know how people say that a good way to get motivated to run more frequently is to sign up for a race? By committing to a timeline and having a clear goal, you’re supposed to be more motivated to lace up on a daily basis.
Well, that doesn’t work for me. I know because I recently tested the theory – unintentionally, of course. I ran the Running of the Green in March and achieved a personal record, despite my lingering chest cold. So I quickly signed up for the Bolder Boulder and planned to work hard to prep myself for an awesome run.
But then I didn’t work hard. Like, at all. I pretty much just ran when I wanted, which was almost never. I don’t know if it was the inconsistent Colorado weather or the stress of finishing up the school year, but I completely fell out of running shape. Of course, I had already signed up so there was no turning back! Luckily, the Bolder Boulder is simultaneously a serious timed race and a crazy party. I decided to change my approach and run the race for the party aspect, rather than try (and fail) to get a decent time.
My new mentality was evident before the race even started when I got there so late that I missed my start time. I just filed in with a bunch of other people and set off.
The whole vibe was quite a bit different from the last time I ran the race. Since I wasn’t pushing for any real results, I took out my headphones and just enjoyed the ridiculous surroundings. I was able to hear the bands and notice a lot more of the fun stuff around me. And while I wasn’t willing to try the slip-n-slide, I did drink some unidentifiable liquid from a table giving free drinks to people 21 and up. In looking back, I would have been much wiser to take the slip-n-slide. Luckily, I had no real ill-effects from said drink, so it was fun.
In the end, I took a really long time and I still felt exhausted at the end. I may have even cried a bit out of frustration and a little pain. But I finished! And after the race was over it was still my birthday, so I went to a family barbecue at my aunt’s house.
My birthday celebrations continued later in the week with a fun night out in Denver with friends. We hit Patxi’s Pizza for dinner where our lovely waitress brought me a treat in honor of my birthday. Unfortunately, the rest of the group had to tell her that I’d already left to go check on our reservation at our next stop. She was mad and I felt really bad about it. : (
Anyway, the pizza was delicious.
We spent most of the evening at the Irish Snug, which is a cool Irish Pub on Colfax.
Our next stop was Voodoo Doughnuts, the famous Portland-based company that recently opened a branch in Denver. It was pretty cool place, but I have to be honest: I really don’t think their donuts are worth the ridiculous wait we had to endure. I’m probably going to be shunned by fellow Denverites (and Portland Peeps), but that’s just what I think.
My before and after Voodoo Doughnut, which I actually didn’t eat until the next day because that was way too much sugar to handle after midnight. (And in case you’re saying that I didn’t like the donuts because it was a day old, I’ve had my fair share of day-old donuts, and many of them were still better/equal to this one).
The LONG stop kind of derailed our night. We popped into the closet bar, but The Streets of London Pub is a not-fun place that cool people shouldn’t go to, so we shouted over the music for one last drink before heading home. Luckily, the rest of the evening was tons of fun, and my friends are awesome enough to even make that weird place tolerable.
So my last year of my twenties had officially begun. It’s a little depressing. Luckily, with all the fun things we do ALL the time, it’s probably going to be a pretty sweet year.
As I tried to grapple with the idea of being 29, we went for one of our
first only hikes of the season. We went up to Golden Gate Canyon State Park, which is a beautiful park area that’s pretty close to Denver. We hiked the Burro Trail, but because the sign resembled the backside of a bear, we referred to it as the Bear Butt Trail.
It was a summit hike, which meant it was a little strenuous, but rewarded us with a lovely view.
Finally, I couldn’t have a post about “Being Bold” without discussing our trip to boldly go where no one (except for hundreds of nerd fans) had gone before. That’s right, I’m talking Star Trek. And while an actual trip to space on the USS Enterprise would be a way cooler story, I’ll settle for a Comic Con panel with many of the stars from the BEST Star Trek series: The Next Generation.
This was our only Comic Con event this year, due to a variety of frustrations that I blame on the con organizers: no really good guests (other than the TNG panel), cancelled mediocre guests, schedule changes, and ridiculous fees for the only good event – even though I already paid for a 3-day badge. Plus, I just don’t think I’m nerdy enough to be willing to tolerate the long lines and tons of crowds. Other nerds can deal with it, but it’s too much for me.
So we got rid of our badges and bought tickets to only the Star Trek panel. I got my nerd fix without having to fully commit to the craziness of the whole con.
I was a little giddy when I saw all the TNG stars take the stage. The participants included Michael Dorn (Worf), Marina Sirtis (Deanna Troi), LeVar Burton (Geordi LaForge), Gates McFadden (Beverly Crusher), Jonathan Frakes (William Riker), and Denise Crosby (Tasha Yar). Plus, the whole thing was moderated by William Shatner. Sadly, not all of my favorites we there (I ❤ Wesley Crusher), it was still a pretty cool group of people for a girl like me. I hear that Brent Spiner and Patrick Stewart went to the one in Chicago. I’m jealous.
The whole thing only lasted an hour, and it was filled with almost as many annoying comments/questions from the audience as actual interesting responses from the panel. But I did get to sit within 5 feet of Marina Sirtis as she berated one of the questioners for asking how old the women were.
I definitely don’t regret missing the rest of the con, but it was fun to get a little time with my nerdy people. And if braving giant crowds of costumed Trekkies doesn’t count as being bold, I don’t know what does.