Maybe I’m kidding myself, but I fancy I’m a moderately hip mom. I wear clothes from H&M, I’m an avid Facebook user, I go to happy hour with my gal-pals (okay, so they happen to all be my running or rowing buddies but, still, the evening involves cocktails, dressy tops, and rubbing elbows with Portland hipsters!), and I read Entertainment Weekly cover-to-cover. But over the weekend I ventured to a completely new level of cool.
In Park City, Utah, on business, a group of us writers and editors got to go to a Pharrell and Nas concert. Yes, a rap concert. In Park City. During Sundance Film Festival. And did I mention it started at 11 p.m.?!? My writer-friend Dana and I were fish out of water—our tresses didn’t look like white-blonde sheets of paper hanging to the middle of our backs, our breasts weren’t over-inflated like bike tires ready to burst, and the make-up on our faces weighed mere grams, not pounds. But our group had a rowdy sense of fun, and we were ready to roll.
The evening defies description, so let me put it this way: The night was a far cry from the Cowboy Junkies and Indigo Girls concert I saw last summer--at the Oregon Zoo, outdoors, during twilight hours. And I drank in every minute of it! (I’ve even downloaded some Nas onto my iPod for running inspiration: Go with “The World Is Yours” and “Get Down.”)
Okay, so this posting has nothing to do with running…except that this morning, as I was doing 10 snowy hill repeats, I thought about how the concert had thrust me out of my usual world. And how much I dug it. I’ve felt innervated ever since. I decided there’s an athletic lesson here: I need to venture beyond my limits more often. I like the results.
-SBS
(photo is of me, a gal-pal and, well, don't ask...)
In Park City, Utah, on business, a group of us writers and editors got to go to a Pharrell and Nas concert. Yes, a rap concert. In Park City. During Sundance Film Festival. And did I mention it started at 11 p.m.?!? My writer-friend Dana and I were fish out of water—our tresses didn’t look like white-blonde sheets of paper hanging to the middle of our backs, our breasts weren’t over-inflated like bike tires ready to burst, and the make-up on our faces weighed mere grams, not pounds. But our group had a rowdy sense of fun, and we were ready to roll.
The evening defies description, so let me put it this way: The night was a far cry from the Cowboy Junkies and Indigo Girls concert I saw last summer--at the Oregon Zoo, outdoors, during twilight hours. And I drank in every minute of it! (I’ve even downloaded some Nas onto my iPod for running inspiration: Go with “The World Is Yours” and “Get Down.”)
Okay, so this posting has nothing to do with running…except that this morning, as I was doing 10 snowy hill repeats, I thought about how the concert had thrust me out of my usual world. And how much I dug it. I’ve felt innervated ever since. I decided there’s an athletic lesson here: I need to venture beyond my limits more often. I like the results.
-SBS
(photo is of me, a gal-pal and, well, don't ask...)
7 comments:
Wait ... did you say the concert STARTED at 11pm? Kudos for branching out!
LOL Sarah - I am impressed you had the stamina to go OUT after 10 pm. I have been getting up early for so long that I turn into a pumpkin ridiculously early. Even Cinderella has me beat! ;-)
Sounds like a blast (good people watching too!)
Way to step out of your comfort zone Sarah!
Good post! I'm glad to see that I'm not the only target of CBCers.
Awesome. It's good to something different.
Congrats for going out past 10p! I don't know if I could do the same. I also glad to see that "swinger guy" was not with your group and I would love to hear the story on that one. I am sure we have all had the same kind of story. :)
Have just "found" your blog and after reading this entry; I am hooked! It was Cowboy Junkies and Indigo Girls that sealed it for me.
Hilarious.
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