Cowles Mountain Hike

Saturday morning, we woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Guess that's what happens when you don't drink the prior night away.
It's been so long, I couldn't remember quite how great it feels to wake up on a weekend before 10am like that.

Anyway, we decided to go for a little hike at Cowles Mountain.
Which, apparently, claims to be the highest peak in the city of San Diego.
However, with only 1.5 miles to the top, I'm not quite convinced.
But it was still a nice little workout that got the sweats going.

Once we got to the top, covered in dirt and dust, we spent about 10 minutes trying to get the self-timer to work just right. But more importantly, I found the most perfect afro ever seen since the 70's. It was magnificent. So much so, that I had to not so sneakily take a picture.

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Coming down the mountain, my right knee wasn't too happy with me and let me know every.single.step of the way.
I know I'm turning another year older next week, but something tells me 26 is still a little young to feel the aches in these bones. I blame it on all that stupid running I did.

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Speaking of birthdays, I want to give a very special shout out to a very special lady. I've known her for a few months through the ol' blogging world and she's always making me smile and laugh with her consistent comments on my silly little posts. She definitely makes me feel like I've got things worth reading every once and awhile. What a gem!
So without further ado....

I hope you have a fantastic day!!!!
{And, no surprise, I hope you drink a ton o' alcohol. Because I can't. You know this.}
P.S. You can go check out her blog: here!


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xoxo