To all of my close friends and acquaintances, this may come as quite a shock. I almost never wear headbands. I know, I know, you are all asking the same meaningful question: What is a true prep without her coordinating, potentially bow adorned, very likely bling bedazzled, signature headband? That is a very good question.
Should I blame it on the altitude? The lack of oxygen and tightness of the head accessory caused a sudden loss of pressure to my brain? Could it be the dryness in the air? Maybe my headbands were increasing breakage, and let’s be honest, who in their right mind actually wants split ends? Alas, no. I have ceased my playful hair décor for one very simple reason: It looks absolutely ridiculous to be the only person in Colorado sporting a headband, unless of course its an athletic head band you wear while trail running.
I have succumbed to some of these mountainy ways. Including hiking. Who knew, right? My oldest friend, Tessa, and I were headed to conquer the infamous Incline of Manitou Springs three weeks ago. The day before our victorious climb, Tessa called her mom and told her of our impending adventure. Her mother proceeded to exclaim, “Amy? Like high school Amy? Like the Amy I know?” I get that reaction a lot. Even my sister has had friends ask, “Were those pictures of Amy hiking? Since when?”
How could anyone resist the call of the mountain when you live a matter of blocks away? I mean, seriously, Boulder is the Mecca of the outdoorsy. Eleven thirty on a Tuesday morning? People are hiking. Four twenty on a Sunday evening? People are hiking. Why do you think all of the worlds specialty organic grocery stores started in Boulder? Health nuts and athleticism run rampant. It is that sense of accomplishement, that absolute rush of adrenaline, when you reach the top and see all of creation below, and the mountains beyond. There’s nothing quite like being on top of the world. Or at least at 8,000 feet.
(And yes, this is what a 2,100 foot ascent, reaching 8,700 feet in one mile looks like. In case you were wondering…)
This coming from your least coordinated, reasonably healthy, but not athletic average preppy twenty something. Don’t get me wrong, pregnant women still pass me on the climb up. But there’s something about the lack of humidity and absence of an incessant mosquito population, combined with the constant sunshine and breathtaking vistas that forces you outside. I mean seriously, look at this place!
Okay, it’s not a total transformation. It’s just a girl realizing that the outdoors and meaningful exercise can be fun! I must mention, hiking boots are significantly cuter than they used to be. Mine are rather darling, and my trail running shoes are even more precious! But I have perfected the cute messy hair knot with a headband to class it up… they do have to make the occasional appearance afterall!