Do you ever have those nights where you know you should exercise but the prospect of going for a run sounds like the least fun thing ever? That was my night on Tuesday. After getting home from a full day of work and evening ESL tutoring, I was exhausted. But I also knew that I had done nothing but sit down all day. I needed to do something to prevent my legs from atrophying! I’m being slightly dramatic. Anyway, I knew that I should go for a run, however, I did not want to do so. I was complaining to Cayce when he suggested an evening bike ride down the Cherry Creek trail. I wouldn’t necessarily have felt comfortable doing this by myself, but with somebody else this sounded like a great idea. I threw on some leggings, and Cayce and I headed out into the evening.
We decided on a destination of Little Man Ice Cream in the lower Highlands neighborhood. It was past 9:00 p.m. when we left, and neither of us thought they would be open. Still, it was fun to have a destination, and I took some cash just in case.
After a quick 5 mile or so bike ride to Little Man Ice Cream, we were elated to find that the ice cream store was still open. Future reference, apparently they are open until 10 p.m. Good to know. Of course we immediately locked up our bikes and headed to get some ice cream. I had honey banana gelato and chocolate almond coconut ice cream, and this is probably my new favorite ice cream place in Denver. It’s the perfect ice cream – not too creamy, not too sweet, just the perfect balance of all flavors.
We ate our ice cream and walked around the LoHi neighborhood towards the Denver skyline. The temperature was ideal and the views of the city were great. Plus we were eating ice cream. I think if I had overheard our conversation I probably would have thrown up because we did nothing but discuss how great the ice cream was and how happy we were about life at that moment. Cayce and I were basically the adult version of this:
I like my Denver. I like my ice cream. I like my ice cream. I can do anything! Okay enough of that.
The way I see it, the bike ride totally canceled out the calories of the ice cream. Win-win situation! This is definitely the start of a new tradition.