
I've recently decided it's time to start working out again. I took about a 9 month hiatus after my last half marathon and am now back to it. Half marathons are supposed to get you in shape, but I'm pretty sure all my half marathon accomplished was driving every single ounce of desire to work out far far away from me. So, while I have enjoyed these past nine months of gluttonous behavior, I feel like it might be time to make a lifestyle change. After all, I do live in Colorado. I feel it is my duty to be active. You know, keep our stats in good standings.
I actually find the activity level in Colorado kind of hilarious. At any given moment I can look out my window to find runners, dog walkers, bikers, roller bladers, and the like. I see entire families jumping on trampolines together. I see people riding around on the strangest things on wheels propelling themselves with poles that have rubber tips, whose likeness closely resemble those of the tips on the bottoms of walkers for the elderly. Today I happened upon a young man roller blading along a main thoroughfare, sneakers in hand. He gave me a good laugh as he crossed the street on his blades, stopped at the light post and almost accidentally rolled back out onto the street. Toe Pick! (Anyone? The Cutting Edge? Great 90's movie about figure skating).
This young man, however, did not even come close to making my day like my own personal Santa Clause. Let me explain. As I continued on my drive home, I looked up and saw a man in a red hooded sweatshirt running on the sidewalk at an angle heading directly towards the edge of the sidewalk as if he were going to run headlong into oncoming traffic. My first thought towards Santa was worry for his safety. But just as soon as I'd had the thought about him running into my car, he quickly zigged in the opposite direction. He was chasing something. That something was a rock. He was playing soccer with a rock on the sidewalk. And he was about 65 years old. My own personal Santa Clause! The bringer of laughter and joy. You made my day, Santa. I thought only small boys were supposed to kick rocks on the sidewalk.
*As a side note, boys' fascination with rocks has always been intriguing to me. I.E. take a boy to the beach and he will immediately find a rock and throw it into the water. This happens from an extremely young age. And it seems to be an innate instinct. No one has taught this little boy to throw rocks. You don't see little girls throwing rocks. It's purely instinctual to boys. And one that apparently doesn't lessen with age.
Anyway. Back to me exercising. I've decided I would like my exercise regimen to include two things. And I would like to find a gym that offers these two things and then, in turn, offers me a membership. For a very low introductory price....
Laser Tag.
And Jump Street.
Together at last.
Ooooh! Laser tag WHILE jumping on trampolines! But that combination will only be offered to individuals with a high skill level. This is not a playground for beginners. This could cause serious injury.
If anyone would like to take my idea and make me a gym like this I would greatly appreciate it. I wouldn't even charge a fee for my idea. I would just ask that you give me free membership because you will be making a fortune! Imagine the possibilities. They're endless. Ok, maybe not endless. Just trampolines. And laser tag. And any combination of the two.
Anyway, until then I will be trying my hand at yoga. Because yoga doesn't make me run.
And in unrelated news, my friend Kelli Babcock designed a logo and business card for DouLa La. Check it out. It's at the top. I couldn't figure out how to make it land down here. Newby blogger.
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