So today my friend Karen and I went on a little adventure. But, we've pondered this question. Wondering if when we're old and gray (well, gray with a blue hint) will we be calling each other up to go to our weekly beauty appointments to perfect our curls?
I don't believe this will ever be the case for me. I shall resist - no matter how frail my hair is. Surely curling it won't help.
Karen, however is a lost cause as her hair is curly already. Although she is working to grow it long as I (apparently) told her STARTING OUT with short-n-curly hair would just be bad.
Fitting enough, Karen was on her way to Boulder for a hair appt - by people who know how to perfect those curls. (this is me joking a little)
I heard the opportunity to play in Boulder - with Karen - and so our adventure was set.
Our plan was to head down, she gets beautified, I check out REI - and see if they have the crampons I've been interested in, and then we meet back up and run.
Karen and I like motivating each other.
Well, I've been trying to make progress at home, and working towards school. It's easy for me to jump onto physical activities and adventures. Sticking to my guns and plans and being dedicated to career progress, etc takes more discipline.
Well, I woke up this morning (early), my mind racing with progress I want to make, feeling I really should finish my home projects and school research and bypass playing in Boulder.
Dropped the Mazda off for repairs - biked home. Felt nice. Happy the Mazda is soon to be back to life!
Called Karen to say I thought I'd better stay home, but would still run. Could hear her voice sink.
Immediately got off the phone and thought "what did I just do?" We weren't planning to leave till noon. Plenty of time to make progress at home. My options. Be at home - alone - working on projects. OR, work on stuff in the morning, head out for a playday adventure. And still have time in the evening to make progress. Option #2 it was.
We had a great day and it was well worth it. We ran up to the Mallory cave near NCAR and got to help an older (but spunky) lady get up there - it's a rock scramble and many younger people were balking. The woman was so excited when she got back down and exhilarated, Karen and I both thought she'd go sign up for a triathlon or some other crazy adventure when she got home. She was so pumped, I thought she might beat us back down the trail, running on adrenaline.
So, we had a fun day. Responsibilities are still there, but play is important. And I think Karen and I are gonna still be egging each other on when we're old `n gray. Now it's just a question of curls...
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What's with that blue hair anyway? :)
Mallory Cave is cool--I'm especially proud of little Mystic for climbing up mid-winter when it was coated with ice! In fact he made it look easy! It's a cool spot in Boulder--and there's another biggish cave off-trail in that area but I'm always afraid it's a mountain lion home!
And I wouldn't worry about being an old lady just yet, Krista :) You've got a long way to go.
Yeah it was a cool hike-n-cave. We climbed up to the cave - and in. That was the fun part! :)
You should hear us talk about granny panties! Hee hee.
It's ok, I'm still gonna be jumping on my trampoline when I'm 100, so all is good! :)
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