While most people were still sleeping and would, indeed, opt to sleep in that day before starting to roast turkeys and make separate turkey stuffings, (seriously, why is it still called stuffing if we no longer stuff the turkey with it?) I borrowed a car from my dear friend and headed to Mount Tamalpais to run (or, rather, crawl) up the mountain and watch the sunrise from the top. Because what better gift could I have given myself for my birthday than getting up at an ungodly hour and crawling up the mountain with freezing fingers and a face full of spiderwebs?