We worked through last weekend and will likely be working this weekend also, for maybe a 13-day work week. I'm not much of a workaholic so no joy, but it was on behalf of a rather large international company (let's say Fortune 30), so hopefully this will bear fruit in tangible form at some later date. No epic outings last weekend, and with family coming from out of town the third weekend, that's 3 weeks of non-epic-ness. I am a spoiled 51-year-old teenager. Waa, waa!
Of course they are coming to run a 1/2-marathon in Denver, though they may be on the disabled list, and I'm just spectating. Should be an interesting weekend.
Saturday run at White Ranch. Nice house:
Sunday run at Green Mountain Boulder, on radically different terrain. I am so out of shape to run this type of thing, I was dying and only made it up to Greenman and then turned around:
Then came a very hot, dry walk at lunch on South Table in Golden, CO next to NREL (no doubt a fiscal beneficiary of the mathematical extrapolations of Global Warming Central), which is undergoing a construction expansion. Hey, as long as the government is doing OK, right? I'm sure they'll take care of us.
Cactus, dry grass, thorns and other stuff that wants to stab you in the hot sun:
It may snow at the tippy-tops of the mountains tonight. Fall is coming.