Today.

But this blog post is actually about yesterday.

Saturday was an excellent day.

I had this plan to connect trails (brownlow, jan alfano, embry riddle, and finally, willow lake) to make an approximate 8 mile run. 

Yes. 

8 mile(not the movie).

You see, I decided this week that I am going to run the Sedona half marathon in February, so I wanted to see how good I could do at 8.

And next Saturday might be 10.

I did a pretty good job with the connecting-of-the-trails, until the time came to find the Embry Riddle trail.

I am pretty sure it is nonexistant.

So, I turned around and came back after about 2.5 miles and found a connector back to the top of Brownlow and finished it out.

7 miles. 

And I didn't die.
And Monday, I am going to run willow lake and find that darn trail.

THEN, I went to get my hairs colored. 

My blondish hairs are gone.

Mostly.  (we left the ends kinda...)

This pic sucks.

THEN, Steven decided to mow the lawn.

For 5 minutes he was over in the corner making all these weird shapes or something.

I couldn't figure it out.

That is, until he called me over.

He had written my name in grass.

Yes, that is a backwards J, not on purpose.



Twas a good weekend.