I had an eventful day today. I woke up late (5:35!) because I forgot to set an alarm. Argh. I straggled to get myself out for as long a run as I could. There I was, listening to NPR and bopping along York Street. Seeing the usual sights: the sun rising, friendly construction workers, an empty Cherry Creek, a blue iPhone lying on the sidewalk - wait, what? An iPhone? Yes! I found an iPhone. I almost just left it because I didn't want to be involved or spend the time, but then I decided I should pick it up in case a less-honest person were to find it and simply keep it. I kept running and tripped big time on Washington Street. That stupid sidewalk is the worst. That's the 3rd time I've flat-out fallen here in Denver while running on the sidewalk. Scrapped both knees, blood streaming down, etc. I admit, I pitied myself and was saying things like "I hate Denver" the whole way home. Made it home, took a quick shower and biked down to yoga class at 7:00 a.m. While trying to get in contact with the iPhone owner, I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast or put anything in my bag for later. I realized I forgot my wallet! Gah! No food from 5:35 - 1:15 p.m., after run-bike-yoga-class-bike? I would never make it! Fortunately, a friend lent me $3.00 and I made it through with coffee and a day-old scone. Phew.
The day got better from there. Class was fascinating, bike home was good, got the iPhone back to the grateful owner (who made me accept a $10 gift card to Starbucks), and had a nice afternoon at work. Then, hit up The Spot with some neighbor/friends for happy hour beer and apps. I'm wiped, ready for bed at 8:40 p.m.
So far in Denver I've fallen while running 3 times, been hit by a car while riding my bike 1 time, and fallen/slid on ice while riding my bike 3 times. Yeesh!
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