29 1 / 2012

After a very late Saturday night with the girls at the Tavern, I woke up this morning with two very distinct options for this Sunday. 1. Give in, stay jammified, & engage in a full fledged addiction-based viewing of all things Battlestar Gallactica. (Frack Yes). 2. Get the groceries on my list, and then take the pretty plump Miss Tulip for a run through the Sandhills Hiking Trail at Sesquicentennial State Park.  Most of my life, I’ll admit, I’ve been an option 1 girl. But not lately. I’ve wanted different, and I’ve worked to get different. And now, different works for me.  Packed up a bag of berries & some farmer’s market homemade granola & took Miss Tulip for what has got to be one of her favorite days in her whole life. She was elated, yall. That tail wags pretty steadily, but this was ridiculous. We made quick time & it wasn’t until we were nearly done that I realized I’d just run about 95% of the two miles without stopping. We both hadn’t noticed. The park was, of course, beautiful & the weather was January warmish-I kept my hoodie on for most of the two mile trek through the forests & woods, down past the waterfalls & around the lake. As I dried her off to get her water dog self back in my car & head home, Tulip began to cry. I assured her, and myself, that we’d be back awful soon. And we will. I’m confident that place is good for the soul.

After a very late Saturday night with the girls at the Tavern, I woke up this morning with two very distinct options for this Sunday.

1. Give in, stay jammified, & engage in a full fledged addiction-based viewing of all things Battlestar Gallactica. (Frack Yes).

2. Get the groceries on my list, and then take the pretty plump Miss Tulip for a run through the Sandhills Hiking Trail at Sesquicentennial State Park. 

Most of my life, I’ll admit, I’ve been an option 1 girl. But not lately. I’ve wanted different, and I’ve worked to get different. And now, different works for me. 

Packed up a bag of berries & some farmer’s market homemade granola & took Miss Tulip for what has got to be one of her favorite days in her whole life. She was elated, yall. That tail wags pretty steadily, but this was ridiculous. We made quick time & it wasn’t until we were nearly done that I realized I’d just run about 95% of the two miles without stopping. We both hadn’t noticed. The park was, of course, beautiful & the weather was January warmish-I kept my hoodie on for most of the two mile trek through the forests & woods, down past the waterfalls & around the lake. As I dried her off to get her water dog self back in my car & head home, Tulip began to cry. I assured her, and myself, that we’d be back awful soon.

And we will. I’m confident that place is good for the soul.

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