So, Sunday morning I woke up and got ready, did a little tweet-a-leetin’ and then pulled on my running shoes and headed to Thompson Park in West St. Paul. I was really excited to run for some reason. And I was off, enjoying the sun and the music on my iPod. I just kept taking turns on the path like it wasn’t a big deal. Even worse, I didn’t think twice when I crossed the bridge over the highway. Then I ran down a lovely little hill and up and through a little cave thingy. Oh, and I did stop to tie my shoe once and enjoy the sounds of the bubbling water racing down the brook.
So, suddenly I realize, this path is not a circle. In fact, I was no longer in the city I started in. I got frustrated real fast and started to go back. I stalked up a steep hill only to realize I had to go back down. I kept anxiously looking at the time because I was in a strict schedule to meet my lunch date.
Thirty minutes later, I did make it back. I trekked through some woods, up some muddy hills and up and down more trails, and ungodly tall grassy areas and I had never SO happy to see my car.
My mom commented tonight that it looked like I had gotten some sun today. I wonder why…
This is how I felt the whole time I was lost:
But, to end the day on a good note! Alexa and I had our second edition of our walking club! It was a lot of fun. It’s amazing how fast the time flies when with a group of fabulous people.
A lovely photo of where we met. This place was actually really beautiful! It would be a fun place for a romantic date. Guys? You reading? Take a hint.
This weekend really was fabulous and I am always bummed when the weekend is over. I think we need three-day weekends, at LEAST.
I think I just need a vacation.