Boulder Hash Run a great success

Pic from Sam on Flickr at Oskary5.

After careful consideration, I have arrived at the conclusion that there’s only one possible art form that can wholly capture the fun of Laura, Brittney and Andrea’s Hash Run: A limerick.

Through much of Boulder we ran,
Following the hares’ dastardly plan.
A photog took pics,
As we ran ‘midst his clicks,
Though we didn’t see Todd or his van.

See we started at Connor O’Neils.
Then ran cross some streets and through fields.
We drank beer in the middle,
And after solving the hares’ riddle,
We ate ice cream sundaes with zeal.

If you need more pics, check out Sam’s photostream.

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Back in Boulder

So the first bike ride since returning to Boulder went pretty well.

I mean, the rain I ran into wasn’t great.

And the hail was a little irritating.

The wind (and all of the little bits of rock and grit it carried with it) was pretty strong, but it didn’t knock me over.

The thunder that reverberated through the sky was a little scary.

And then the smoke that I rode through coming from the fire that was caused by the lightning that struck only a few feet from the road–that probably wasn’t my favorite part of the ride.

But all in all, not bad.

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Renewing my vow

About two years ago I promised myself that I would never again buy chapstick.

After acquiring another six free sticks of SPF-ed lip balm thanks to Boulder’s annual Bike to Work Day (my favorite holiday), I hereby renew that promise:

I, Courtney Holden, aspiring professional journalista, hereby promise, once again to, from hereafter, never
again purchase a product that coats my lips.
/s/ Courtney Holden

(I’d sign here, but I can’t figure out how to change my font to something in cursive.:

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Recycled free stuff

So Mike is in the process of moving. Not far, just to a different apartment and into his own room.

We were chatting this morning, and he mentioned that he plans to get rid of some stuff–just leave it on the side of the road for the many Boulder scavengers to sift through and snag.

His one reservation is that I’ll come over and start bragging about the new free stuff I got.

“Court! I’m trying to get rid of that!”

Hmmm … I suppose it’s a valid concern.

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Cream vs. Skim

I’m not nearly as picky about eating healthy as I used to be.

But even I draw the line when the barista mixes up half and half cream with skim milk.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a big deal if my large coffee wasn’t made up of roughly 50 percent milk, but since it is, I had to say something.

I’ve never sucked directly from an udder, but I’m guessing that’s pretty much what my beverage would have tasted like.

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