I wrote awhile back about my love affair for Denver… my mysterious love for Denver. Once in awhile, I have the rare moment where my decisions are not misguided because after spending five days there (one of which I ran around the city), I have decided I do indeed love Denver, and I have my reasons.
Setting out on foot to see the sights of Denver.
Whoa, that’s a tall building!
And two very shiny buildings!
The state capitol – I have a bit of an obsession with state capitols, so true to character, I proceeded to take 9,827 photos of it… and I was the only one out there with a camera! Boy, did I feel out of place. But hey, what’s new?
10,973 shots later. Hey, be happy I only made you look at a few of them.
Aww man, I’m starting to get hungry out here.
And I’m a little lost. Where am I? Why do I have no sense of direction? Where are my pants?!
Maybe this dude knows… Nope, he didn’t.
Wahhhh, I’m getting so famished that I’m starting to pace up and down the street, and the world is looking topsy-turvy.
Aha! The tall building is back. I must be getting close.
Woohoo! The hotel! I’m no longer lost. I do have a sense of direction… but I still can’t find my pants.
And of course, the reasons for going to Denver in the first place -
BEFORE
AFTER
Looking put-together and classy after a half marathon is not one of my strengths. Actually I’m not sure looking put-together and classy is EVER one of my strengths, but alas, that’s a story for another day.
