Where is Aslan when you need him?
My workout buddy called me yesterday as I was beginning my descent into the post-sugar-rush holiday torpor. I’ve been bad, he said. Me too, I said.
Chinese food. Biscotti. Baklava. Sugar plums. The list goes on.
Today, fearing the wrath of the sugar plum fairy upon our mortal frames, we met at an ungodly hour in the state park, or as I like to call it, Narnia.
Although no dwarves or fauns were spotted on our treacherous trek through the land of the white witch, we did encounter a pair of ferocious wolfhounds (fortunately they were on leashes), scale a dangerous cliffside passage, and navigate our way across a mighty frozen river without falling through.
Soldado on the lookout for the white witch
Meanwhile I scale this cliff to escape the army of Christmas cookies that have been following me this week.
It was a long and dangerous journey but we managed to make it safely back to our cars. However, I returned home to find that the biscotti and Christmas cookies are still encamped in the kitchen and refusing to leave their trenches, forcing me to consume them in self-defense.
Workout buddy, the sugar plum fairy is still after me, and the only way to escape is by going back to Narnia!
We are going back out tomorrow, so grab your weapons and a box of Kleenex