Our Cherry Blossom Run
The blossoms are in bloom. They’re not as beautiful as the originals, but I’ll take ’em.
That must be why Mr. B and I woke up at 5:30 am on Sunday, laced up our running shoes, and headed out.
It was cold, but it was beautiful.
And apparently, we weren’t the only crazy ones.
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.
OM NOM NOM. Also, Lobsterface.
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.