unbearable heat

I’ve just returned home from my new favorite thing–night running. Slightly sad but true, Prindy and I spent our Friday night running down Blake street, scurrying up and down and up and down the Millennium Bridge steps and hurdling over the large art installation (?) out on the riverfront grass. This was followed by, of course, Benny’s. We dined on their new, real patio–not some covered thing with windows that they call a patio. Truth be told, as I passed Gov’s Park on my walk home–besides the fact that they had some cool live reggae-type sounding band playing, I was okay with the fact that I spent my evening running and not drinking.

Tomorrow brings a morning run, pilates, a much-needed and deserved massage and a crawfish boil pool party. It’s just another sweltering summer in Denver and we do what we’ve got to do.