Have you ever been to Shenandoah Valley? Well, I went there about a week ago with a boy I've been seeing and have a thing for. He's an outdoor freak and rock climbs and hikes all over the world. Here I was thinking I was going to look like such a loser running up these trails of rocks and in "camping gear". I'm pretty sure, actually I know I did. Anyway, so here we are walking down a trail and I'm sounding like Squeaky, the broken toy off Toy Story that got put on the shelf (actually used my inhaler twice) and he decides we should run. So I'm thinking I got this, and I start running.... sliding/falling down the rocky path. I felt like Super Woman as I ran right past him and was so shocked! As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill to catch my breath (squeaking like squeaky..) he came running and looked at me as if I was some Olympic runner and was very impressed. Little does he know, I wasn't running, I was falling... the whole way down. I couldn't of made a stop.. even if I tried! For once, Mema... I'm thankful. Thankful for being so petite, that I fall down mountains.
Love,
emh
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