The Misadventures of Mile High Greg

As an avid long distance runner, I have had my share of misadventures with feces in my day.  I still feel a certain sense of guilt over what I did to the bathroom at the Summerlin Kohl's while training for the Grandma's Marathon in 2013.  (I will spare the graphic details, but you can only imagine.) I've also had my share of conversations revolving around misadventures with feces with my fellow runners.  For some reason, near-misses of the poopy potty variety are just a way us runners can bond.  Because of this, I have a high tolerance for stories of poop, where other bodily fluid details, especially blood, cause me to cower in the fetal position in a corner.  However, even with this level of tolerance, I have my limits. A few weeks ago, I volunteered to work an aid station at a marathon training run.  We were stationed near a county trailhead along the Platte River Trail, strategically next to a porta-potty.  However, the county had been behind on...

Denver is under a Blizzard Warning for the umpteenth time this winter.  I'm fairly indifferent to winter as it exists in Denver, as even at its worst, a Denver winter is nothing like the uphill-both-ways-Amy-Poehler-vortexes I remember from my youth in Minnesota.  Plus, a good snowstorm gets me out of work (with pay!).  This is a very significant positive. The downside is that every time it snows, I am convinced that I must purchase a new car.  I envision my little glorified golf cart sliding through intersections and perhaps off a cliff, leading to my premature death.  This is a problem because I am far too pretty to die.  It's also a big problem because I would be really quite lost if I encountered a cliff between my apartment and my workplace.  (As far as I know, cliffs of death are not a thing in the City of Denver.  I think it is because Mayor Hancock can't make parking ticket revenue off them.) Once the snow clears, I am reminded that ...

I recently pulled the trigger on booking a solo trip to Europe.  I've long been comfortable with doing things on my own.  Whether it's attending a concert, going to the movies, grabbing dinner, or travelling within the United States, I'll pretty much do it on my own without a second thought.  I've twice moved across the country to places where I knew next to no one and being comfortable on my own was a way to ensure life didn't completely pass me by when my social circle was limited to non-existent.  Even as I've reached a point where I feel my social network is the most complete that it has ever been in my adult life, solo adventures are still a regular occurrence.  However, there was one adventure that I was saving.  I have never been to Europe.  I figured my European adventure would be my honeymoon, right before my future husband and I buy a mid-century modern home and adopt a dog. All these fantasies and daydreams come to a screeching halt wh...