You know the spiel. For Christmas, we swapped some presents but the real gift was choosing to spend time with one another and blah blah blah. Since I don’t like waiting in line, I chose first.
It’s a total repeat of last year because I’m a simple lady, that or my brain is too small to come up with anything different. Unlike last year, to Hub’s dismay, I had it in my wrinkly forehead that a SUNRISE run in the mountains would be all the more special. Think of the grand pictures we would take! How could he say no; I mean it was my date after all?
A break for some science: Based on a lot of things, like the Earth’s axis and complicated stuff we learned at one point but replaced it nonchalantly with Jersey Shore quotes, the sun rises in the East and sets in the West. The mountains are West of us. So, as you would guess, my visions of sun soaked mountain glory didn’t quite happen, but don’t fret, the story still has a happy ending.
Hubs and I shivered all the way to Wonderland Lake trail. He was less than amused by the murderously chilly air.
We set off for an easy run. It was quiet except for the crunchy snow (or maybe that was my kneecaps grinding together?) and my excited chatter. Proof there was actual running because you know how I get when I start telling stories:
Proof also that my hair looked too stupid to take any close ups:
We snagged a sunrise over the suburbs with our backs sulking against the mountains
and then headed home for some fresh-out-of-the-oven sticky buns for breakfast.
See, I told you it had a happy ending.