The super secret mission? Accomplished!
I’m now sitting in weather around 70 degrees (F) and no where near the snow (sorry, Northerners). My morning run this morning consisted of hills and roads somewhere between the Verdugo and San Gabriel mountain ranges.
But let’s back up a little, shall we?
Last night I flew, slightly incognito, into LAX. Well, okay, not incognito because that’s actually what a lot of people at LAX do. I was more “hiding” from one person. Around 7:30 p.m. last night, I walked into the house of my sister’s in-laws and stood in front of my sister, who was somewhere between a heart attack and a one-woman parade when she saw me come in.
We’d been keeping the secret for weeks and since she is an occasional blog reader, well I couldn’t really mention it here, either. And I really really wanted to because keeping a surprise from her is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.
After she screamed, I screamed, we laughed (and, okay, cried a little too) we sat down to dinner. After all, surprises trump food but only for a little while.
And the nephew? He’s perfect, and huge and strong and adorable and hilarious. Expect billions upon billions of pictures to come!
Oh, and running here? At thousands of feet lower than home? Well that’s some darn good oxygen. Dare I say, hills are even easier.
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*That’s funny. I would love, of course, to go to New York but I would totally tell all of you because I WOULD BE SO DANG LOST THERE IT WOULDN’T EVEN BE FUNNY and therefore, I’d need all the help I could get.
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