Blogger Meet Up
Bolder in Boulder was in town Friday so my Ironman Wingman and I hooked up for some chow and hike. Though we talk regular enough, I had not stood next to him since my PR swim exit at Ironman Arizona last year so for me it was a joyous reunion.
Just like old times. Well except the last time we were at a bar with women we were not allowed to take pictures of and this time we went to Dr. Andrew Weils True Food Kitchen and had anti-inflamatory berry drinks called Medicine Man (muddled blueberries? YES) and ate some really damn fine healthy food. We each walked away completely stuffed and satisfied in our dishes but lighter on our feet. As Bold exclaimed, "I'm stuffed but still have my washboard abs."
Bold had the MacDaddy of all fricken cameras so I drove him to Camelback Mountains Echo Canyon loop for some good photography shots. I explained how the route worked to get to the top and before you know it we are on the trail and going up the steps. Not all the way mind you, just to the 1st rail where the out of breath Common Man turns around completely heartbroken. (Photo 1, above link) This is the spot that after about a half mile of vertical lunges, called steps, you face a seventy five yard 45 degree rockface that has to be climbed. How nice of them to put a handrail there for you to use. Bold was quite happy to watch me run up as fast as I could (unassisted *cough*cough) and slide down the handrail head first.
It made for a fun afternoon. I did some bouldering for Bolder. He was happy to snap away as I tenuously scaled a nice sized rock formation. Mistress will not be happy that did so sans helmet.
And then he was gone. Back to his resort weekend and to dinner with more outstanding folks than I. It was great. Thanks buddy.
Oh and there are pictures ("no pictures, didn't happen", right). Mostly of my sublime and perfect buttocks as I was climbing above or running away from Bolder. Now that I think of it, my favorite picture last year was taken by him, of my ass speeding past him on my bike at Ironman. hhmmmm?
Just like old times. Well except the last time we were at a bar with women we were not allowed to take pictures of and this time we went to Dr. Andrew Weils True Food Kitchen and had anti-inflamatory berry drinks called Medicine Man (muddled blueberries? YES) and ate some really damn fine healthy food. We each walked away completely stuffed and satisfied in our dishes but lighter on our feet. As Bold exclaimed, "I'm stuffed but still have my washboard abs."
Bold had the MacDaddy of all fricken cameras so I drove him to Camelback Mountains Echo Canyon loop for some good photography shots. I explained how the route worked to get to the top and before you know it we are on the trail and going up the steps. Not all the way mind you, just to the 1st rail where the out of breath Common Man turns around completely heartbroken. (Photo 1, above link) This is the spot that after about a half mile of vertical lunges, called steps, you face a seventy five yard 45 degree rockface that has to be climbed. How nice of them to put a handrail there for you to use. Bold was quite happy to watch me run up as fast as I could (unassisted *cough*cough) and slide down the handrail head first.
It made for a fun afternoon. I did some bouldering for Bolder. He was happy to snap away as I tenuously scaled a nice sized rock formation. Mistress will not be happy that did so sans helmet.
And then he was gone. Back to his resort weekend and to dinner with more outstanding folks than I. It was great. Thanks buddy.
Oh and there are pictures ("no pictures, didn't happen", right). Mostly of my sublime and perfect buttocks as I was climbing above or running away from Bolder. Now that I think of it, my favorite picture last year was taken by him, of my ass speeding past him on my bike at Ironman. hhmmmm?
posted by Comm's @ 9:19 AM
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2 Comments:
Glad you and Bold had a wonderful time. (Not so glad about the helmet free business!!!)
pictures AND video... stay tuned.
it was great to see you again Comm... definitely too long...
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