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Went to a Parkour* class last night at Apex Movement, a Parkour gym way out on Arapaho Rd.
If my thighs stop burning sometime in the next decade, I’m going to be as agile as a lemur!
*If you have no idea what Parkour is, check out these videos.
The rockin’ Apex Movement guys
I really think that anybody looking to lift their spirits should invest in road biking gear.
I can’t promise that you’ll be a good biker … in fact, you’ll likely be terrible your first few times out.
But the hip-hugging spandex shorts; the sick jersey with special pockets; the shoes that go clip-clop, clip-clop; the sunglasses that make you resemble Neo from The Matrix …
And then there’s the bike: shiny paint, sleek geometry, streamlined construction … awesome.
It doesn’t matter how many rolls are visible through the too-tight apparel or if you actually bought your sunglasses on sale at Walmart … trust me. You’ll look cool.
A couple days ago, I noticed something black in Mike’s teeth.
I looked at him more closely, a bit confused. I knew he hadn’t recently eaten a kiwi fruit or a poppy seed muffin.
So I looked again.
And I noticed a couple of wings jutting out from what I now realized was an ebony body.
Augh. A bug.
I gasped, thoroughly grossed out, and pointed out the protein he had lodged between two of his teeth.
“Oh,” he laughed. “That’s how you know I’m a happy biker.”
Touché.
Most of my friends here in Boulder are geniuses.
My boyfriend, Mike Soltys, is one of them.
He just told me over G-chat that there’s water in his lab because his flume is leaking.
“I think it might havesomething to do with thermal expansion coefficients,” he said, as if he were talking about the weather.
Need more proof?
Just check out his profile pics:
I got a receipt for my 2010 tax amendment in the mail yesterday, so good news: I’m not going to jail for pissing off the IRS. But that’s not why you should be relieved. You should all be happy to know (and I’m happy to report) that the IRS has invested in two-sided printers. Just think of how many trees they’re saving!
I love this mega store where you can find anything (well, almost) that you want, all in one place.
That’s the key word though: find.
Walking through the check-out line today (how the crap did I end up buying $43.12 worth of stuff when all I intended to purchase was a box of fricking crackers?), I noticed that they have a map of the store, assumedly for those unable to find what they’re in search of.
Now, I’m an advocate of maps. I’m working for Backpacker magazine after all. I know that it’s wise to carry a layout of your surroundings with you even when you’re heading somewhere familiar … but Target?
I mean, I suppose it makes sense … I couldn’t count the number of times Mike and I have cursed the “other’s” grocery store because the allocation of goods in aisles just doesn’t make sense to us. But that doesn’t mean that I’d actually succumb to requesting something as obviously helpful as an actual map. I’m far more likely to wander around seemingly aimlessly, muttering curses under my breath and after all hope is lost, begging someone with a name tag for help.
But ask for a map? That would make way too much sense.
And anyways, those unflappable flaps information are for the trail, not for Target.