How old am I? Clearly not old enough to wake up from a dream at 4:00 AM and be so scared that I have to turn the light on to fall back asleep. No really. In my defense, there was a tiny man in a perfectly tailored suit and many Latvian women with black circles covering their eyes. NORMAL.
I've actually remembered my dreams from the past few nights. I'm not sure if this is because I've been making the conscious effort to not fall asleep to Netflix (it's so easy when you're a single cat lady!), or because I've actually been getting enough sleep. Granted, it's easier to get out of bed in the morning now that it's above freezing and my comforter feels more like an X-Ray blanket than a cozy haven. Ain't nobody got time for that!
The weather is finally catching up with my brain and body's need for spring. We know I love winter and seeing middle aged men in spandex, but after Audrey and I Glided the Divide (insert euphemism giggle here), I was pretty much done. In fact, I don't think I skied any more after that race. Coming back to seventy degrees in Boulder is such a mind bender that I just had to wrap myself around my two-wheeled steed and head boop Lando.
A wise Egan once told me, "Wake up, you can sleep in September!" That has continued to echo through my brain every summer since we put on a talent show in a garage. Why sleep when the weather is perfect and you have friends and trails and bicycles and beer? I feel like I'm finally becoming the badass I've always wanted to be. Running fast, riding a lot, meeting new people, and not wasting youth on my young age. My grit and focus are finally catching up, and my urges to shit around doing nothing are few and far between.
Here's to a great weekend in Moab and the impending end of school. Fare the well friends.
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