As I mentioned last week, I drove down to Florida for Thanksgiving and my birthday and two of the highlights were catching up with Coco and Jenn on the drive. Funny thing, third time Coco and I have met up and first time we remembered to take a photo. So glad this was possible, schedule wise. Hopefully will catch up with a few more of you on future drives and visits.
In the mean time, I’ll settle for running virtually “with” all of you. Such a fun tradition and the only piece of the Covid year I’m happy to keep. Collage thanks to the amazing Kim.
It’s a small thing, but grateful for PTO / work schedule that allowed me to do this drive over three days. This means I have time for the aforementioned meetups, stunning autumn runs in Rocky Mount, North Carolina and shenanigans like my annual pit stops with Forrest, at South of the Border and more. Is this drive doable in two days? Sure. Is it any fun? Nope. Nope. Nope.
Grateful races are back. Doubly grateful to have mom join me on the Delray Turkey Trot. Her first race in 20+ years, although she’s done 5K charity walks in the interim. It’s a small loop so easy for me to finish and then go back and bring her in for her last half mile or so. The best thing? They don’t time walkers, but if she’d signed up as a runner, she’d have won or placed in her age group. So. Much. Fun. The race doesn’t need a recap, it’s a small community 5K. If you’re in Delray, run it – but it’s not a destination race of any kind. The course is the same as the Jingle Bell Jog, which I also loved. Pleased with my pace as it was already high 70s and super humid. I’m typically team earn the shirt before you wear it, but for a 5K I don’t really care. I had a headband and mask, but the headband wasn’t staying on. Like Halloween, my Trot outfit game needs work, but it was so much fun. It was also the last hurrah for my beloved purple tie dyes as my knee was seconding their mileage log, and they moved into Fleet Feet’s recycle bin on Wednesday. Not to worry, new purple ones replaced them. Pic soon.My legs were feeling it after three days in a row running, so they got a break at the pool.
I was feeling my hamstring a little, unclear if it was delayed DOMS from the Half or three days running plus all day driving, so I laid off the milage and babied it some. Glad to report it responded to some combination of the two and am running pain free again. I don’t think it was injured so much as tight and tired, but glad to speak of it in the past tense. In truth, I’d planned to lay off the mileage some anyway after a monster month in October. Now that my January half is cancelled, it might be a two month mileage “drop”, but we’ll see. I think November is going to come in around 70-80 miles, which I think is fine.
This is 42. An 8.4 mile runrise (4.2 for the year completed and the one to come), lunch at Poppies, a walk around the Wakodahatchee Wetlands, my favorite home-cooked meal (cavatelli and broccoli) and Rummikub over peppermint fudge. I never need anything fancy, but especially after these crazy years I was just glad for some simple, unmasked fun. Thanksgiving was similar, albeit with a lot more food. With only three we didn’t have a lot of prep, so there was some pool reading time between my run and dinner. All about balance, right? Foodfession: I still don’t like turkey, although I try it every year to be sure.
Thanksgiving brought some more miles (the Trot was last Saturday) as did today before my flight. I love Downtown Delray, and sometimes it’s worth giving up a couple miles of beachfront running to check out Old School Square. Grateful that we can safely travel and see some of Delray, which I hadn’t fully explored before so much shut down. Grateful too to have this space to escape to, although winter hasn’t really happened yet. Mom and I capped Saturday at the Farmers’ Market and doing some Small Business Saturday shopping before I got in one last pool hour.
There’s no sunset over the Atlantic, except when it reflects wonderfully as we looked south. One last meal at Boston’s before my flight (Conch Fritters for King!) and some time to sit at the Pavillion before my flight. Yes, I love driving – but I wasn’t driving both ways on such a short trip.
Back to reality. Grateful for having recharged.