You know...

...that feeling where you hiked 8 total miles, huffing and puffing the whole way because you're out of shape, ate a PB&J sandwich at about 10,000 feet above sea level, laughed and joked with your handsome husband and awesome friend while your legs shook in fatigue, awkwardly peed in the woods, failed handsomely at peeing in the woods, felt triumphant when you made it to the top of the trail and then to the bottom again, tried to go to the bathroom at a gas station but couldn't because someone apparently "wrecked it," sang songs and took a bunch of pictures on the ride back, and came home to eat steaks and and laugh at nothing and sleep because you actually feel physically tired instead of just mentally stressed like you usually do?

And then you realized how special days like this are and chose to share them in an admittedly semi-nauseating blog post?

That's me.

Happy Saturday!