Running Fail

I stand at a nice 5'7" tall. I tip the scales at about 150. I am by no means a skyscraper or sumo wrestler. But boy, I can fall hard. And hard I fell.

It was a windy and rainy afternoon in Dtown. Rain was a-comin. No question about it. Just one mile I'll jog today. Just one. RoboKnee isn't feeling up to running but I would like to get my heart pumpin a little. Just one mile.

Block 1: Ugh my legs feel heavy.
Block 2: Brrr that wind is a fierce and formidable foe!
Block 3: Maybe I should walk, my knee doesn't feel too good.
Block 4: Nope, just one mile. I can do it! Wooohoooo!
Block 5: SPLAT.

Whoopsies.

Knee: very banged up. very bruised. very hard to bend. very sting-y. very boohoo. very unhappy kneecap.

Hand: two fingers scraped up, palm skinned and bruised, outter pinky knuckle skinned deep and very painful. sadface.

Hip: deep bruise and surface scrape from a nice impact and slide on cement, as if i was sliding into home plate for the win.

Montastic: clumsy sillypants!!

Blood and gore:

you can kinda see the beautiful bruise hues. i wish you could see how truly digusting this looks in person.


yes that's my crotch. get over it. please respect this wounded warrior.

Moral of the story: don't trip when you're running. Idiot.

Ohhhhhh hurtos!

woooooooooooooo!

Ms Perry showed me this video very long ago. And, upon her recent return to the 'rado from Sjuville (aka Sweden) she reminded me of it. and it's cute, disgustingly so. and it's funny, oddly so. and it's just plan perfect for the suddenly gray Monday afternoon.

that was one loaded cup of black coffee

i hear it's a diuretic.

Mohawk Lake and Continental Falls

Saturday I went on my favorite Colorado hike to date. And that's saying something considering I've been on many a hike in the 'rado since living here.

This hike was a 7 mile round trip hike to Mohawk Lake (up near Breckenridge). Along the hike there were ruins of old mining cabins and Continental Falls. It was amazing.

Probably an intermediate-level hike, it took us through some rolling hills before the last 1.5 miles of stepper incline up to the lake (just over 12,000 ft elevation).

The weather was perfect! Upper 60s/ Low 70s. A nice cloud clover to protect us from frying in the sun. And wildflowers everywhere! Absolutely perfect. What a great Saturday, a great a hike, and great Colorado nature.

If you are ever in the area and enjoy a nice jaunt through the forest...do check out Mohawk Lake's hike. It's splendid. The End.

indescribable

YAY! Friday!

yoga vurp

new high or new low?

holy dancetrimony

found by the brosef--this just made my day!
i love the "it's your day, do what you wanna do" mentality. super cool. super unexpected.
fantastic.

that being said, i have no moves of my own to use on my big day, whenever that is. i'm uncoordinated and awkward. though i could probably bust the MC hammer slide all the way down the aisle...methinks.

wang will feel like wood

So if you are a regular reader, and you should be, you know me a chaseypoo have an ongoing joke about our spam emails..and ridiculous ways things are worded. particularly the ones about male enhancement products.

anyhoo, looks like the folks at collegehumor.com had a similar idea. they took our joke, and well...made it better.

up a wall

"Twenty-seven-year-old Tiago Primo and his 20-year-old brother, Gabriel, spend 12 hours a day in the bed, hammock, chair and dining table they've attached to a bright red-and-yellow wall as part of an art exhibit in Rio's old center."


Pretty neat use of space here...
Taking residence on the side of the Centre de Artists building in Rio de Janeiro? You rascally artist-types!
The story is that they've been living here since the end of May and will stay through august. cool stuff.

the respected judiciary system, a chuckle, roll sweat, bouquet toss = altitude loss

the respected judiciary system:
so yesterday I had jury duty. i had never been summoned before so this was a REAL treat. I checked in, watched a 20 min video with a couple hundred folks, was told we had a 10 min bathroom break and to be back in the room by 915 because jurors may or may not be called back to serve.

9:15 came and went. so did 9:16, 9:17, 9:18...and so on until it was 11:45. fantastic. then we heard the good word from the jury commissioner (who finally decided to return 2 and a half hours after she was supposed to)...there were going to be no cases on the docket that day. we would all be released upon final approval from the head judge.

didn't you know there were no cases at um...earlier?

ah well. this is what i saw for over 3 hours. i call it "meeeeeow." please look closely and find the kitty. if your thought process is "um, like what?" so was mine.


a chuckle:


roll sweat:
yes. that's right. my rolls sweat when i'm seated for too long in the summer. no matter how small a roll it may be, you can bet your bottom dollar that it will have anywhere from a sheen of sweat to a catastrophic wave of perspiration. that is all.

bouquet toss = altitude loss:

read the tale of "oh my gosh who will the next to get married? teehee" turned to "oh shit who can survive a small plane crash."

so much for tradition. whoopsies.

that time the girl got hit by a car

so me and the lover were getting ready to head to a friends to watch the UFC fight when we heard it.

we heard loud tires screeching, following by a loud thud of metal-on-metal...what was likely to be a major car crash.

so we run to the window in my bedroom and look out with that kind of twisted nosiness you feel when you see accidents on the highway.

well this was no car vs car accident. a young girl and her bike were laying in the road, a few feet in front of a car that had likely been traveling around 35 mph.

you see, there is no stop sign for the cars that drive by. the girl had a stop sign but probably road off the sidewalk to cross the street thinking it was clear (it's a bit of a blind corner with the cars parked along the side of the road). it could have happened to any driver, even me.

she was probably in her mid-twenties. her shoes were laying about ten feet away from her. awful stuff. she wasn't moving at all, and the poor driver had yet to get out of his car, obviously in shock.

about 8 or so people came running out from nearby apartments, who had clearly heard the collision like us. she had a big bruise on her forehead (wear your helmets people!) and was barely talking. a man helping dug her phone out of her purse and made some calls on her behalf.

the man who hit her was holding her hand the whole time until a firetruck came within minutes. an ambulance a few minutes later. she never got up. just laid there until the put her on a stretcher and loaded her into the ambulance. the man who hit her was crying and the guy in the car that had been traveling behind him (and seen the whole thing) was giving him a hug.

then, a subaru came to a quick stop on the other side of the street and a man came running out. "that's my fiance in there! don't tell me how bad it is---just is she ok??" talk about heart-wrenching. brought a tear to my eye.

here's a pic to show you just how far she flew when she was hit.
the X is where she was hit and where the tiremarks start
the :( is where she was laying and just about where the skidmarks end. easily 15 feet or more.



it was not what we expected or wanted to see. definitely not something you can shake off right away. phew.

hopefully she is ok and not paralyzed and the man who hit her is not suffering from too much guilt..there was nothing he could do.

it makes you realize how quickly and unexpectedly things can happen. so...wear a helmet, and watch for bikers. and appreciate the days you do have.

Your Monday Kickoff

mainly because I'm wearing a blue dress today. you know the one.

Halfy Hour

The best time of the day.

Brought to you by your local Corner Store gas station.


Sorry yours truly has been MIA lately. I've been traveling and working and not sleeping and generally a big mess of sleepiness and stress.

Soon. I pwwwwwwomise.

whoops

Let's hear it for the constitution!

So I went to Coeur D'Alene, Idaho for the 4th of July. It was lovely. My ladies (Chase and Borq), my man and borq's man (Matt&Matt), and one ms Katie.

A couple highlights:

Watching fireworks from the Lady of the Lake (a ridiculous 6,200 sq ft houseboat--yes Chase KNOWS people) and having someone walk by and say "Wave to the poor people!" while pointing at the smaller and still very nice yachts going by.


The small-town parade where the lady on the float was yelling "Let's hear it for the Constitution!" ...and the subsequent uproar from the crowd. That Constitution...I'll tell ya! A real crowd-pleaser.

A mustache for every day of the week:


Three HUGE burgers in less than 24 hours.

Jumping of rocks with the love, exhibiting great form...that is also highly flattering and feminine: