Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Louisville Colorado

At 8 a.m. on Thursday I met my friend P, whom I hadn't seen for 22 years since I moved out of Colorado, atop Davidson Mesa in Louisville, a bedroom community for Boulder. Tiny Louisville has been ranked for years by Money Magazine as one of the top two or three places in which to live in the country.

When I called up P to say I was coming out west and would like to visit with him, I was delighted to hear that he had taken up running a few years back as he approached the half-century mark, to stay in shape. Now he loves it, running five miles three times a week. He ran the Boulder Bolder 10K last year and intends to run it every year from now on.

I immediately set up a running date with him, for my last day out west. I looked forward to it all trip.

We ran six miles at a 9:37 pace. The first half of the run we did on the mesa top, overlooking the front range. Those are the Flatirons behind me in the picture above, the distinctive rock formations which characterize Boulder and CU, where I went to college. As we ran atop the snow on the paths cutting through the tall grass in the open space, we talked about mountain lions, which were becoming prevalent along the front range. One had been spotted in Louisville.

A big cat attacked a boy in Boulder in 2006. I said it sounded like a problem for an Animal Control Officer with a telescopic rifle. Naw, this is Boulder County, P informed me. They're protected. We're encroaching on their environment. You know how liberal Boulder is. I did indeed, having been a State Trooper there for years. I lost lots of court cases, good busts, on technicalities. That judicial attitude bothered a lot of the Troopers but not me. Hey, it was part of the culture in that college town.

The last half of the run we did on trails that wound through the town itself. They were clear. I wondered if they plowed paved running trails in Boulder County.

P has three grown children. We talked about the problems and heartaches children present to their parents. P is a realtor. He knows all about divorces because he is always selling couples' houses so the entire proceeds can go straight to the divorce lawyers, as the man and woman glare at each other. He knew about my situation, the estrangement of my three children, and was a good listener.

I told him I had done a lot of introspective thinking on this solitary week-long car trip. People tell me to move on, get over it. How do you get over losing your children? But I was freshly working on something that was liberating. Forgiveness. Accept the past and forgive in your heart those that caused it. Then move on. Don't let yesterday take up too much of today. This attitude was really making me feel better. It's a work in progress. David once told me to look inside myself in relation to my bitterness and hurt, and this is a derivation of that good advice, I think.

This third magical run in six days came to an end. My friend stood for one last pose (even in DC, I am such a tourist!), with Louisville sprawling over the plains as the backdrop. I said goodbye and went back to the real world.

9 comments:

cindy said...

I've enjoyed reading about your travels...sounds like a fun, successful trip. It's like some things have come "full circle" for you :)

Thanks for sharing the pictures!

CewTwo said...

Cool, Peter, cool.

It was fun for me to participate in your travelogue.

Thanks again for the run.

Have I told you that "The Park People" have miniature versions to the Wynken, Blynken and Nod statues in brass for a paltry $1800?

Are you interested in one? Good eyes, mate!

Nat said...

Isn't it interesting how running can bring out some of the best conversations?

jeanne said...

what a fabulous trip, and photos.

Sounds like you made some progress. No, you can never get over losing your children. Ever. And moving on? Not so easy.

I think you're on the right path now, my friend.

Just12Finish said...

That's beautiful country out there. Your friend looks like he's in shape from all that running!

Sunshine said...

What a wonder that running could be connection between you and old friends, when none ran back then.

I want to imagine you, someday, running with each of your sons.

Thanks for the gift of your interesting travel tales.

Susan said...

"Don't let yesterday take up too much of today." That is the quote of the year! I love it. I agree with it. I do, however, think that the first step takes a bit of time. Sounds like you are fortunately ready to forge ahead!

It's great that you've gotten to visit with so many people! If I ever make ti to DC... you are on my list!

Black Knight said...

It is wonderful to meet a friend and to run with him/her. It is less wonderful to run with a big cat behind.

ShirleyPerly said...

Great that your friend is now into running and that you two could meet up. And I really like that "Don't let yesterday take up too much of today" saying. Can apply in so many ways.