Sans chocolate chips, because we are out, which is ok, because I'm not a big chocolate fan.
But I adore vanilla, and added an extra teaspoon. Always double your vanilla!
Anywise.
This morning was very cold (some snow on the ground), but so beautiful!
Ian and I had agreed I'd take a head start, seeing as he wanted to bust this out fast. My twenty minute lead was reduced to two minutes when he arrived early; he quickly caught up and charged on ahead.
I don't mind that anymore.
The mountain lions will eat him first.
We met up a few times on the climb; my out of shape lungs dared me to conjure the Air Monster. Surprisingly, I felt the cruise control kick in two switchbacks from the top, and I made my way to the reward bench to sit by my partner.
The trip down I kept up, jogging and skipping to keep up the pace. We ended our hike 45 minutes after it began; that's my personal best. Elated, I high-fived Ian and agreed to the Constellation next week. The hikers high in full throttle, I headed home.
To a house in need of love and repair...not just physical, but mentally and spiritually as well.
I've desperately needed these days off-not just for the hiking but to decluttering my life. I worked on my resume for several hours, and cleaned out my desk in an attempt to find an envelope.
Eek! I need to find an envelope!
I started but didn't complete several projects, and left to pick up my youngest for a hair appointment.
Four hours later, we are home, both with newly cut and highlighted hair.
Hence, the cookie dough.
A long day, but no partner to greet me at the door. No arms to hold me as I climb into bed. Not that I had those when I had a partner...
Cookie dough. Sometimes, the best stress buster.
Or a message that pops up unexpectedly as you write a blog. Those can de-stress, too. Especially when it's been awhile and you've missed them.
I'm planning on hiking again tomorrow. Really. And I'll probably be singing along to Johnny Cash, too.
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