Tea on the Patio

Hello all! (and by all, I mean my mother and probably one of my aunts who will read this) It has been a long time since I've rambled at you and you probably thought you were safe from my nonsense, but, SURPRISE! Here I am with my lists and run-on sentences and my inability to ride a bike.

I had a friend visit me yesterday from out of town and I realized something very important. BOULDER IS AN ODD PLACE. It's winter, but winter in Boulder means that occasionally it's blizarding hibernation weather and occasionally it's in the 60's. Yesturday was one of the glorious beautiful days where you wear a dress and ignore the piles of snow on every corner and soak up the sun. I was hoping I could have some of my friends come and meet this lovely out-of-town lady and that's where I realized how odd Boulder is.

Every single person I knew was skiing or biking or climbing or slack-line-yoga-ing and unable to come for lunch or a walk downtown. I'm starting to think maybe this place is TOO active. It's not like I was trying to convince people to sit in a dark room and ignore the beautiful Colorado day. I was asking them to just be a little less athletic and enjoy the day on a patio drinking tea or local beer and enjoying some street music downtown.

I am not an active person, I am most definitely a drink-tea-and-enjoy-music-on-the-patio kind of person, but am I the only one in this damn city? How have I found myself in a place where only extreme sports are sports and exercising is the high point of everyone's day? Going to the gym is without a doubt, the WORST PART OF MY DAY, and I thought I shared that with the majority of living, gym-going individuals. When did I become the outcast?