We headed south of the border tonight, before heading out for a night on the town without the little buckaroos. It was very green in this house.
My shoes are a good way to define which reality I’m living in.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, I thought I would grow up and leave Orange County for New York City. I would live in a tiny studio in Manhattan so I could afford to purchase Very Important Things like red kitten heels and zebra print suede stilettos.
Instead of my fantasy, I got a reality where I left Orange County to live at the very edge of the end of the earth. Instead of turquoise espadrilles, I spend 67% of my life wearing fur lined rubber boots. Although I do get to wear my red kitten heals to impress all the other people wandering around Target at 2pm on a Monday. It’s not the same, but it’s something.
It’s a good life in the country but I can’t help fantasizing about three inches of patent leather when I’m mucking through the swamp I call a yard.
As previously mentioned I hate being cold. So in the Winter, I don’t run first thing in the am, I wait until the afternoon and hike up the side of a mountain. Normally this works well. This week as I was walking I spotted a set of mountain lion tracks bigger than the palm of my hand, followed by a set of tiny baby-sized tracks.
Now, I *might* risk a single mountain lion on my hiking trail. Probably not, but maybe. I will never, ever get in the way of a mama and baby anything. Mamas are scary.
So it’s back to the elliptical.
HATE. EVERY. MINUTE.