Now that husband no longer works night shift we have much more time to spend together. This is mostly a blessing, but many times this results in us sitting around staring at our laptops going “I’m bored, what do you want to do?” “I don’t know what do you wan to do?” (Our town is not widely known for its excitement).
However, the weekend before last husband surprised me by planning an adventure for us. I call this a kidnapping because by the time he woke up that Saturday I was given the following directions: “wear your five fingers, and bring your DSLR.” I was excited, and suspected some sort of outdoor park or trekking adventure.
Once in the car I was told to lean my seat all the way back, basically horizontal, close my eyes, and my jacket placed over my face as the husband did not trust me not to peek.
I tried to pay attention to the twists and turns, trying the guess where he was taking us. Quicker than I expected he pulled in somewhere and said we were at our first stop, grabbing a bite to eat. He helped me out of the car without opening my eyes, so that I could open my eyes directly in front of the sign. We were eating at the newly opened fire roasted pizza place that I’d been eager to try.
We shared a small Margherita pizza, it was so delicious!
While eating I excitedly tweeted about the adventure that the husband was whisking me off to. At that point I think he was afraid I’d be disappointed about part 2 of the day’s activities so he simply told me.
He told me that we were going to be hiking up a nearby mountain. I was excited because we’ve never taken this hike before, and I’d only been once with my dorm a few years ago. Plus, I’ve been wanting to practice with my camera.
In walking up the hike I was surprised by how flat it was compared to my memories. I’m pretty sure I was almost dying the last time I walked it. It made me feel better about my lack of progress in my running program.
It was a short hike, about a mile and a half up and down, but it made for some pretty pictures:
As a bonus, I thought while we were walking down the mountain I’d have the husband video a short sample of my running form. I wanted to see what all this fuss was about with my goofy run style. I also wanted to see how my feet were striking the ground now that I’d been wearing my Vibrams for a few weeks. Well, I definitely got a laugh:
Basically, my right foot does this weird swoosh thing to the side instead of kicking straight back…its like the leg is deformed or something. NO WONDER people have been LAUGHING at me all of these years.
Note to self….don’t DO that!