I’m at a tradeshow this week. I was at a tradeshow last week. I’m at another tradeshow next week. If you have never worked a tradeshow then it will impossible to know just how physically damaging these events actually are. Add them to the long list of unhealthy ways to pass the time.
And they are relentless. Me, I’m more than content to spend my time entirely alone, on a mountaintop with my trusty binoculars glassing for Western Mountain Bluebirds, or doing yoga by myself in a dark corner of the house, so landing at an event where I might talk for eight hours straight is a beatdown of epic proportion. Today I have meetings at 8:30 AM, 11 AM, 1:30 PM, 4 PM and 7 PM with trade show sprinkled in the gaps. At night I escape to my crib and sit alone in silence.
Last night I had to get out and this brings me to the point of everyday adventure. You don’t need to summit something to free your mind, body and spirit. Last night I undertook an urban hike in the middle of a snowstorm, and I did it wearing my Boulder Boots, which I love, but when it comes to almost certain death with footwear look no further than Boulder Boots and snow. Staying upright was the ultimate core workout.
Fat, wet flakes falling. Soothing, allowing my brain a chance to escape. Sucking deep breaths of cleanish Denver air into my lungs. Replaying my AG23 talk I gave at the tradeshow and most importantly allowing my mind to drift like the snow. Just go, get outside of those walls and bounce off feeling, spite, love, and wonder.