A few weeks ago, Greg some how talked me into driving 2 hours by myself into the mountains to meet him to go hiking with him after a day of mountain biking. Now, I hate driving. Anything over 1 hour that I will have to return on the same day is just...I wish I knew how to insert the steaming red-face emoji with smoke coming out of its nose. I just don't like it. And I couldn't find the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Greg. And then the amazing sandwich we had gone for was only mediocre. I couldn't even finish it. And then Greg said he wanted to go do more mountain biking with the other guys while the girls took all the kids on a hike. I was not happy. But I put on my good wife cap and let him do his dumb ride while we went hiking. And it didn't turn out that bad. I have the best friends and any time spent with them is fun and a blessing (yes, sappy I know, but you don't understand the pit of despair these ladies pulled me out of). Once we got hiking, I enjoyed myself. The company. The weather. The view. The physical movement (though I was sore the next day from carrying Zora and Henry up some pretty steep hills). But next time, I'd like to a.) go somewhere closer, b.) stay over night or c.) go somewhere with fewer deathtraps/waterfalls. It was a little crazy with 11 kids, the oldest being 7. I did make Greg drive home. It took us 3 hours to get home.
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