Our Cherry Blossom Run


The blossoms are in bloom. They’re not as beautiful as the originals, but I’ll take ’em.
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That must be why Mr. B and I woke up at 5:30 am on Sunday, laced up our running shoes, and headed out.

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It was cold, but it was beautiful.

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And apparently, we weren’t the only crazy ones.

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After we ran all 5k, we collapsed.  But not before Mr. B peeled an orange for me. As you know, I have been waiting for this for a long time.

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OM NOM NOM.  Also, Lobsterface.

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If you’re wondering why this post is so sparse on words, it’s either because I want to celebrate the beautiful Japanese artform of haiku. Or EVERYTHING in my body is cramped and tired, including my fingers. Choose your own adventure.