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Colorado Dispatch I: A Story in Photos
I spent the entire flight from Austin to Denver reading an issue of Marie Claire magazine cover to cover (which turned out to be more tabloid-y in tone than I expected), so I am now well-informed on the particulars of Gwen Stefani’s life (she’s soooooo busy), the risks of taking Ambien (sleep-eating!), and the tragic story of a girl whose parents raised her in a 10X20 storage facility (yikes.). I also dog-eared a bunch of fashion pages that I need to add to my wardrobe (if I win the lottery because most of them said “price available on request” which means if you have to ask, you can’t afford it).
Then we got to Denver, and I saw this in the airport:
Sadly, there are no photos of our road trip adventures from Denver to Estes Park for no reason other than I forgot to document properly. Clearly, I need to re-take the Blogging 101 course. You guys should fire me! Anyway… we drank decaf Americanos from Starbucks while lamenting the fact that we couldn’t eat a pumpkin scone, stopped at The Glen Bar & Grill for awesome bunless burgers (and pretty seriously disappointed our waiter when we didn’t take advantage of the Happy Hour drink and appetizer specials), drove through a thunderstorm in Boulder, and eventually made our way to Estes Park, where we were greeted by these guys:
Those are elk. It’s rutting season. We’ve been warned.
Just as I’d hoped, it got pretty nippy as the sun went down, so I broke out two of my favorite things: a black turtleneck and my fur hat.
Dave took this gorgeous photo of the grounds here at YMCA of the Rockies.
After we were finished oohing and aahing over the surroundings, we met up with Holly and our hostess Cami. We might have had a little red wine, then we ate paleo-friendly food at The Rock Inn. I, again, neglected to take food photos. But imagine a huge fillet of trout, perfectly browned, and served on a bed of steamed julienne carrots, red peppers, and green beans. Plus, we had garlic-stuffed dates wrapped in bacon.
Then we went to bed with the window open so I was chilly. Heavenly!
In the morning, this was the view from our deck:
The workout was a two-parter. First, every 30 seconds for 7 minutes, we did a hang clean+push jerk. It was wicked fun. YAY, barbells! Then, we were supposed to do 18 pushups+18 kettlebell swings, then rest for the time it took to do them before hitting it again, for 4 rounds. But I got CrossFit-high-altitude drunk and confused and rested after the pushups and again after the kettlebell swings. Sigh. My time was 11-something and I scaled pushups on my knees and on a plyo box. But it felt So Good to be doing a CrossFit workout among friends.
Here’s our coach Eric demonstrating the push jerk. Loved the CrossFit Estes Park box — everyone was super friendly, the space is badass as only CrossFit boxes can be, and there’s a yoga studio right next door!
I think part of the reason the WOD was so good was because I was wearing my ass-kicking socks. Those Well Fed socks are going to be available to y’all soon. Cute, right?!
After the WOD, we posed for our obligatory “We did it!” photo. As you can see, we were taking it all very seriously. (Left to right, that’s Nom Nom Paleo, me, Cami, Holly, and Cathy, a coach at CF Estes Park.)
Then Cathy and Michelle showed off by lifting a gazillion pounds together. (Seriously, how cute are those two?!)
A few words about Eric, our coach for the day: helpful. friendly. encouraging. badass. Which is why I had to kick his ass. This was just the first punch. (Thanks a million to Eric for the invigorating workout and the CF Estes Park t-shirts and to Cami for hooking me up with this cozy YMCA hoodie.)
After our workout, we hit up a local breakfast joint for eggs, trout, bacon, and decaf. Again, no photos. Seriously, you should fire me.
This has nothing to do with Colorado, but I feel compelled to share because I like you and I want you to be happy.
I’ve become a Dogshaming.com addict, and throughout all of yesterday and today, I’ve forced my companions to view (and re-view and re-view) this photo from Dogshaming. I cannot get enough of that face and once you see it, you won’t be able to either.
Tonight is our potluck with the CF peeps, and tomorrow is our big presentation — look for updates on Sunday. Hope you have a kickass weekend!