If we were having coffee, we’d be in my local coffee shop again, which has become a bit of a refuge for me on Sundays. I’d be wrapped in a cozy sweater sipping my usual mocha and smiling sleepily at you.
How am I doing? At the moment, I’m really tired and in a bit of pain… I’m recovering from yesterday’s adventures.
Short version: I got up at 6:30 AM, went to work, hiked 7.5 miles, went white water rafting, and got home at 11:30 PM. It was an absolute blast, but my body is definitely in recovery.
Long version: You see, a friend invited me to go white water rafting yesterday evening. The location is two hours away and the town I work in is right in the middle of that route. It didn’t make sense to drive an hour home only to drive two hours again, so I spent my afternoon at a state park. The park was beautiful–featuring a river with roaring rapids and endless woods where spring has only just begun to visit. Stupidly, I decided to take the longest hike possible. Three miles in, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew, but it was too late to go back… so I powered through. Continue reading