mountains (and other unseen things).

A common question we’ve been asked recently: 
“Soooo, what AWESOME things have you done in Colorado so far?”

“Uhh. Read our textbooks and gone to class. Want to hear about the AWESOME things we’ve learned about Paul’s illocutionary effect in the book of Philippians?!”

Then the poor midwesterner dies a little inside from disappointment (and the good Christians feel a little guilty for not really wanting to know what that means…). But we’re in Colorado! Doesn’t that automatically mean our lives have suddenly become paparazzi-worthy?! We can see mountains from our apartment! Correction: we can see foothills. Yes, to the midwest eye these are mountains. They’re freakin’ Everest. To the Colorado mountain man, they are mere ant hills to be crushed under the mighty foot of adventure. “Foothills as mountains…HA!” he scoffs. To which I want to reply, “Look. When you spent the past 7 years looking down a street so flat you can see to the local Walmart 15 miles away, foothills are mountains.”


Unfortunately, mountains are among the cool things about residing in Colorado that we have yet to experience. Of course, we want to see them! We have to do something to prove ourselves in this active culture full of young, attractive people who run 9 miles a day and make their own oat bars from homegrown fruit and barley in their backyard. Or, we at least need to let on that perception. Now, if only I knew how to not kill plants…

Señor and I are not complete bums, but sometimes we just don’t know where to begin out here. There are 14-ers (14 THOUSAND FOOT MOUNTAINS, PEOPLE) to climb, parks to explore, foodie restaurants to divulge in, and an array of coffee shops to satisfy our caffeine addiction for dayzz. But sometimes, we just want to crash on our couch, watch American Ninja Warrior (seriously, these people are beasts), and call it a day after hours of class. Baby steps. Starting with the ability to walk from our apartment to the mailbox without feeling like we we’ve just been stricken with emphysema. 5,280 ft does a number on our poor little lungs.

So, we give ourselves grace and time to get acclimated to this city. It is an awesome place to live, and we discover new treasures weekly. But for now, you’ll catch us doing super midwest things…

ImageLike, scarfing down a pizza on a bench along a running path. Maybe next time we’ll actually take a walk after our carby-carb dinner.

Baby steps.



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