||[Jun. 20th, 2009|08:08 pm]
|||||wobbly, yet awesome||]|
No matter how yucky one feels, there comes a point on a sunny summer day, when you're almost a week into a crappy cold, when you can't stand it anymore.
This afternoon, I hit that point.
Erin was understandably antsy - this hasn't hit her yet, and she's used to being active. While I was doing battle with my iPhone she was bouncing on the couch, just about spinning with pent-up energy. I couldn't blame her; it was gorgeous out.
When I finally got the phone done, I was ready to escape computers myself. So I suggested we drive down to the lakefront. When we got to the park, though, there was a wedding. So we wandered through Rocky River and peeked at the little shops. Then we took a drive through the park and ended up going into Olmsted Falls. We had dinner and then, fortified with a drink, I decided to take her down and show her the river.
We ended up spending an hour scrambling over rocks, exploring nooks and crannies, and having a great time. It was great, and by the time we climbed up out of the little valley, I was happily flushed and smiling.
Of course, as soon as the adrenaline wore off, I was sweaty and shaking and coughing my lungs up. But somehow I still feel better than I did earlier. Weird, that.