I loved the heat wave we had last week, but now I’m back to freezing my cinnamon buns off. I had a friend laughing at me the other day because I think below 50 degrees is too cold to go running. Even if I’m warm from sweating and working hard, I don’t like it if my hands and legs are cold or if my nose is running off my face. I’m trying to get as much outdoor running in as I can before it gets too cold for me. When I’m feeling too lazy to run I’ll add an elevation climb to my route, usually in the woods. The other morning I climbed down this rock face, which looked significantly scarier than this picture lets on. As I was climbing down I had to jump from the final ledge which was about five feet. Don’t worry mom, I didn’t break a thing!
We had an unusually busy weekend. On Friday evening we stopped by the farmer’s market where I befriended the local honey man (although I still can’t get my hands on the honey I want) and picked up some raspberries. We walked down the street to a restaurant so we could let the kids smear peanut butter on someone else’s chairs for a change, and then found our way to a tiny street performance of some local musicians my husband knows.
By the look on that kid’s face you’d think he was about to punk those guys. And by punk I mean perform daredevil stunts involving jumping off a four inch curb over and over while people are trying to listen to their music.