We woke up bright and early on the Fourth of July and loaded our day with festivities. Matt and I had hoped to participate in a 10K freedom run that morning, but my round ligaments started to bug me on any 4+ mile run just two weeks before so it didn't seem like such a smart idea. We substituted the race with a shorter, scenic run to the top of Turnbull Canyon and it was a beautiful start to our day.
|We attempted a picture just as an entire community of gnats tried to relocate to my mouth. Yum!|
|Oh, hello 30.5-week belly.|
After a quick shower, we met up with the Rozsa kids at the boy scouts' 7 a.m. pancake breakfast--where we promptly canceled out any calories we might have burned on our morning run.