I returned home from Winshape about two days ago. I've had the slightest melancholy feeling that often accompanies the return to normalcy after an exciting adventure. It's sad not waking up to the same people I've spend the past several months living, working, eating, and laughing with. But this week at home has been such a gift.
This morning I woke up at 7:30, the latest I've been able to sleep in to for a while. I found my sneakers and got ready to go for a run when my lovely younger brother Joel asked if he could join me. I said we'd be running the whole time. He said he is a great runner. I said it might be a whole hour. He said he could run for five hours. After convincing him that sandals wouldn't work and he needed to find a pair of sneakers, we set off down the driveway towards the road. Now our driveway is only a half mile long, and it is all downhill. We stretch at the bottom and I ask him if he is ready to start running. He tells me that he thinks we should walk.
Excuse me?
Yup.
So we end up spending the next hour simply strolling down the road picking wildflowers and playing with the dog. Not quite how I envisioned the hour, but a nice alternative nonetheless.
Next up on the agenda:
Haircut with my mom!
I know, I know... is that seriously blog worthy? I really just got a trim up. BUT-- a trim up from a good hair cutter makes a HUGE difference. Ask any girl.
The adventure continued that afternoon when my mom and I ran up to the outlets. We put the top down on the Jeep, took off the doors, and spent a couple of hours soaking up the beautiful 80 degree weather. Between the sunshine, the light breeze, zero humidity, and a frozen yogurt stop, the afternoon was perfectly idyllic.
Pancakes with homemade strawberry syrup for dinner was the icing on the cake.
