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Sunday, January 13, 2013
On The Horns Of A Dilemma: "Baby It's Cold Outside"
Sunday, 10:04 AM: I'm supposed to be at the Ouray Ice Park right now... suiting up for a first-climb with Marathon Man Leonard and Rebecca. But it's breezy... cloudy, spitting snow... and the temperature hovers just above zero degrees. I question the fun... sanity... of fulfilling a promise made to "show up" in weather colder than my Haagen Dazs. Wouldn't you agree, the Ice Fest should be held during summer when it's warmer.
So here are the choices I'm faced with: One, suck it up and go to the Ice Park and "just do it." Two, stay put by the fire and watch football. Or three, go to the HoT SpringS PooL and soak in 105 degree mineral water. Anybody have a three-sided coin?
I need something physical to show for this day; my pants feel too tight around the waist and that bothers me almost as much as the Man-Boobs I'm peering over to write this post. I have an exercise bike in the spare bedroom, but it has succumbed to the fate of being used for a clothes hanger, not unlike its predecessor Nordic Track Ski Machine.
On the positive side, I finished this month's article for my column in the "award winning" Ouray County Plaindealer... a full day ahead of deadline not counting the weeks extension I requested last Monday. That's how you get a glass "half-full" out of a half-empty glass... slight of hand and rule-bending... whatever it takes to make one love one's self. That, and the fact that the Plaindealer won an award in spite of my column.
But those indirect accolades do not solve my trifecta horned dilemma, "cause baby it's cold outside." Even Bobbie is procrastinating, doing laundry, cleaning house... pretending like she has "indoor work" to do. Ha, like I don't know what she's up to. And she has the gall to keep asking me, "Are you going to the Ice Park or aren't you?" Such pressure! So I ask her, "How many times are your going to wash my under-ware today?" Not out loud, mind you, but you get my point.
Here's what it looked like at last year's Ice Fest...
Different story this year...