Dude, can you believe I've only been trying to do this blog thing (again) for two months???!!!
This stuff is work. At a minimum, it requires a daily pounding from the boulder of discipline. As if I didn't already have serious respect for you work-a-day bloggers out there, my two months of trying that seems half-assed to the rest of the world, has sealed the deal.
You're better than me. I will forever endeavor to seek shade in your shadow. You know, for that brief moment, when you stop along the trail to down a granola bar and unzip your awesome fitting Athleta hoodie before bagging that next Fourteener (otherwise known as a month of consistent posting).
I'll be the one gasping for oxygen, crawling up crags and pesky ravines with only a single disposable water bottle for sustenance. I promise, I won't dump it in the woods. But I will need to go back for more provisions.
Like Mint Milanos. Scratch that, my Weight Watchers leader would likely advice that ten measly almonds would be a better energy-for-points choice, especially when one expects an elevated heart rate.
My Hub tells me I should try to post at least three times a week if I really want to make connections with people. Yikers! That man is always full of reasonable ideas that I have to acknowledge to keep our marriage alive (except when he leans on elderly snow blowers).
The Pioneer Woman advises that we write - at least a paragraph - EVERY DAY! I don't think she expected her audience to actually post the paragraphs of drivel, but here I am, DOING IT, like a blithering idiot.
I'm sorry, my heart rate must be elevated. Let me stop a minute and I'll catch ya after you successfully complete a NaBloPoMo. But before I end this post, please know that I think your hoodie will look fab waving like a flag at the top of the mountain peak, or even half way up, hell, even back at the lodge enjoying a spiked hot cocoa with me. That hill is yours, baby! Congrats!
I'll take the next one, just as soon as I switch from Mint Milanos to almonds.