I know I am preaching to the choir here, but there is NOTHING better than starting your day with a run. For me, if a run is amazing, a run on the trails of Colorado is ultra-incredible-amazing.
I love to wear this shirt because 1) it makes me look like a highlighter, and 2) the hunters don’t shoot me.
Ken, Joie, Tom and I headed out early for 10 miles in the foothills. We started super early, which means it is colder than snowman’s junk (23 degrees to be exact).
This isn’t the easiest of runs (1,600 feet of climbing). But, there is something about me that loves the challenge, loves the burn in my lungs and craves the exertion. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean. You love it too.
There were so many mule deer out there today…Ken was wondering why deer hadn’t adapted enough to get rid of their white asses. It would make them far less visible. One wonders if they bleach.
Later, we saw all the bucks:
Coming down is always tricky because of large boulders in the middle of the trail - but not for Ken who has turned into a mountain man with his No Shave November face mask:
Starting early meant getting home in time to make non-homemade rolls for the kids (who were still asleep):
Then there was some parade watching:
And, some going through the millions of Black Friday (Black Thursday now) ads. Emma is disgusted the stores now open on Thanksgiving night:
Did you get in a run today? Turkey Trot maybe?