When I was out on my Sunday hike yesterday, I had this FUNNY THING happen to me, and I thought to myself... I gotta tell my people this story, because they are sooooo gonna get it!

So here goes.

I'm in the White Mountains of New Hampshire right now, WITHOUT MY FAMILY, settling in for a week of writing (book proposal, ya'll!), and couldn't wait to get out on a solo Sunday hike to kick off my week alone.

I had visions of RUNNING up Mount Willard. Like a gazelle. Or a mountain goat. Or maybe a spring chicken.