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After nine days in the wonderful state of Colorado, it was back home to Kansas City. Sigh. We had a fantastic trip, visiting friends and family in Denver, camping (yes, I made it through camping), relaxing at Beaver Creek and watching the Leadville 100 mountain bike race.

Our one night of camping (thank god) was fairly uneventful. A giant bull moose came through our campsite, which was awesome. I was taking pictures like paparazzi, until BF warned me that moose can be aggressive. I got in the car.

Being a logistics person, I was concerned with the details. Primarily, where do you go to the bathroom. (There were no port-a-potties at the campsite.) Most triathletes are adept at relieving themselves on the road, so I've never had a problem peeing in the great outdoors. But peeing wasn't the concern. What do you do when you have to GO. And the answer is you dig a hole and then bury it. Fascinating. And kind of gross. My first thought was what if I dig a hole where someone else already dug one? But fortunately, that didn't happen. So moose spotting and hole digging were the two most interesting things about camp.

BF and I had aspirations of doing all sorts of activities once we arrived in Beaver Creek. We had mountain bikes, hiking gear, swim stuff and there was even a yoga studio. The reality was quite different. We ate, lounged, slept and shopped. In three days, there were two hikes and a yoga class. It was awesome.

The final leg of the journey was to Leadville to watch a friend do the race. I was blown away watching these folks push themselves. I imagine it was like what Ironman was 20 years ago. And like watching Ironman, by the end of the day I thought I could do this race. BF and I will both enter the lottery for next year. Secretly I hope he gets in and I don't. This may be an event I'm better suited to cheer for.

For the record, I didn't wear the cowboy hat the entire time.

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