Sunday morning, I begrudgingly got out of bed at 7am, after a long first week at work (Oh, yes! Work! This is for another post very soon.) and a no-sleeping in Saturday due to my glowing cousin’s out of town baby shower. Still, I got up and made my way to the Rogue Rescue Run 5k, benefitting the critters of Texas Humane Heroes. This was the first 5k I decided not to ask a friend to join me. I really enjoy my alone time in my daily workout routine, so thought I’d see if I also would in a 3.1 mile organized run. I definitely loved it. The beautiful, almost fall-like weather made it impossible to not instantly be happy that I was awake, early as it was. The race, as races always do, made me feel extra alive and at one with my awesome community. The air had the slightest chill in it, the wind was blowing through my hair as I jogged and here were all of these people running next to me for the same good cause. It was just perfect, really. The rest of the day followed suit. I brought home donuts to share with the still sleepy husband, and later had a coffee date with a close friend visiting from out of town. For dinner, I made homemade loaded baked potato soup, and I don’t mean to toot my own horn but then really I do, because it was delicious. That evening, I read a good book on my back patio and felt grateful to have my own patio to enjoy a lovely evening and a good book on. Later that night, hubby surprised me with my favorite candy bars and pretty flowers. Really, I don’t know how I could be anything but happy.
I asked an older gentleman who was working the race if he would take a picture of me. Below is my reaction after he told me that I was gorgeous and then confusedly questioned if he was taking the picture correctly or not.