Pretty sweet.
I'm in Mammoth for a week with Canyon's cross-country team and my momma.
Oh guess what, the trees are green here, the lakes are pure blue and lovely jade-green, and the temperature is (at most) eighty degrees. Fahrenheit. Yees.
Well. Fahrenheit is a hard word to spell. Had to use spell check twice.
I haven't yet submitted myself to the whole running thing. But out here among my coaches and my old team (new faces, same atmosphere), I can't help but want to run again. It also didn't help that I decided to go on a walk wearing running clothes and shoes. I'm asking for trouble.
I'm sitting aronud swinging my legs and watching Wizards of Waverly place. We left the house before six this morning. I'm ready to sleep!
Weird. I haven't said that before 1am in weeks.
Zak's on his way home at the end of this week. Yay!
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