A few shots of some slow Mama hikes over the last couple of weeks.
Tick tock, tick tock. We are in month #9, people. The baby waiting game has begun. While my energy level prompts me to want to lay on a pile of pillows with reruns of Friends (and preferably a donut), I know that my opportunities to get UP and OUT will be few and far between shortly. Also, my time on the trail has always been good for my soul. It’s where I process my thoughts and feelings best, and I have some pretty intense things going through my mind these days! So, as often as I can muster, I pull on whatever warm clothes still fit me, whistle for a grateful Cholula, and find my way to a trail. Sure, my hikes are shorter and flatter than they used to be, and I huff and puff like the Big Bad Wolf a lot of the time. But, as always, I’m more content by the time I get back to the car. Fresh mountain air in my lungs is never a bad thing, and the views are inspiring… and afterward, that donut tastes even better.
One year ago: The Fab Five turn 40!