The run was beautiful, though. I had to rewind about 45 minutes worth of my audio book that I had slept through and decided I'd rather listen to that than music on my run. I think it may have slowed me down a little, I rely heavily on the beat of music to keep my stride in pace, but the book IS SO GOOD. And since I left so late, I was able to watch the sun set behind Mt. Timpanogus and watch the colors bleed across the sky. Very few things make me happier than sunsets, and getting to do my run right in the middle of a fiery one is my perfect workout; to which I will now be referring to as a RUNset. At the turn around point, I paused my workout apps and my book and I stood to watch the last few minutes of it all before I turned my back to it. It was one of those moments where it felt amazing to be alive. I'm sure it was a mix of endorphins, my love for sunsets and my Utah mountains, and the poetic words of Patrick Rothfuss in my head.
I woke up this morning wishing I had another three hours to sleep, but I was also starving so I crawled out of bed to go whip up some breakfast. It's classic me to find something I like and eat it so frequently that I end up hating it. In an effort to not do that I decided to take a break from my peanut butter and maple syrup toast to make an omelette. I'm kind of weird and only like eggs either hard boiled or over medium; scrambled eggs gross me out and I've never been one to go for the omelette at brunch. But I had some left over tomatoes, spinach, onions and cheese and I figured I'd shake things up a bit and go for it. I can't say I loved it, because I don't love eggs like that, but I was heavy enough on the mix-ins that I didn't have to wash each bite down with a hurried gulp of water. Maybe next time I'll even get brave enough for some hot sauce or salsa. Naturally, I had to take a snap of it with a pun-driven caption, and naturally I had to ruin the joke by misspelling the pun; it's part of my brand.
Good one, Whit.