I am seriously about to divide one days activities into three posts. No complaining.
Saturday morning a miracle happened. I woke up really really early and ran. I haven’t done that since I was a teacher and was forced to wake up at 5:30 every morning if I wanted to run. It felt **good and I am really close to challenging myself to do this more often. Who knows… maybe 2013 will mean I get out of bed before 9 a.m. more often.
**after I was done… my fingers almost completely fell off because they were frozen.
Our first stop on our epic (I know that 99.9% of humans hate that word and think it is overused but it actually is the perfect way to describe yesterday) road trip up the coast.
Brooke was really studying every little part of the beach.
She especially loved it when I took her to go chase the seagulls.
Billy and Brooke. I just realized as I was typing their names how left out I feel because my name doesn’t start with a b.
After exploring the beaches and walking around the shops and downtown we yelped the best pizza place in Santa Barbara.
Just throwing this picture in because the fire looked really cool.
They brought Brooke a high chair and I gave them a really weird look like there is no way that my little infant can sit in such a thing. I guess she is growing up. I caught her trying to blow bubbles… she is actually really quite good at it.
We went to a pizza place and ordered panini’s. We also both ordered the exact same Philly Cheesesteak panini’s. I don’t know what our problem is.
It was INCREDIBLE. I could eat that for lunch everyday of my life.
What time is the EARLIEST that you have ever gotten up to go running? To go to a race?
Steak: Yay or Nay?