|Erwin, Andrea, Gabe, Maryann, Me|
Last year Super Storm Sandy bared down on the East coast, shutting down Washington DC October 29 - 30, the days after the Marathon. Being stuck in DC with Maryann, Andrea, and Gabe was pretty awesome, Hubb was home with four dogs and no electricity. I think by Wednesday it was pretty apparent Amtrak would not be operating and Maryann and I rented a car. Andrea and Gabe flew back to CO on Thursday; Maryann and I drove said rental car taking her back to Princeton and then me on to RI.
|Andrea, Maryann, Sara, Me, Gabe, and Okan|
Hubb and I had one night of lantern lit scrabble and then the power was on. The thing that man puts up with always amaze me. Then again his mother reminds me what a saint I am for dealing with her boy. My mother's take on the whole thing: "You both met your match." She may be on to something.
Went out to Watch Hill and along Atlantic Avenue/Misquamicut beach and back home, parts of the Surf Town route. Despite the narrow roads in some places it is a nice route to run. I took a digger at about mile 11.5, you know, tripped on a piece of stand after navigating potholes and uneven asphalt and sidewalks the previous 11.5 miles, typical stuff. I've fallen on the trails plenty of times, usually over something substantial like an actual rock or root sticking out of the earth, not for no apparent reason. I dusted off the sticky sand best I could inspected the scrapes on my palms and right knee, nothing dire, just a little blood. Fortunately the humidity has provided enough sweat to gather so I could wring my skirt out over the sandy and bloody parts and clean myself up a bit. Thank heavens for small gifts, right?
In fact there was a lot of skirt ringing out and me wondering if I should have dug out a pair of running shorts, but I'd feel naked, but I wouldn't be carting around a pound or so of water... hmmm...
All in all it was a decent run. I'm pleased, I started, I finished, in the immortal words of JoAnn, I didn't die.
Hubb had designs on riding Big River this a.m. he and his buddies arrived out there to find it lightening and thundering and raining. Huh... they headed back to Burlingame where the weather was much more agreeable and rode. The weather out here is so wonky sometimes, seems like North of I-95 generally gets the brunt of the ugliness and the coast is saved. Well other than hurricanes or what are we calling them now Super Storms...
We went for pretzel sammiches and beers (Wachusset Blueberry for me and Shandy for Hubb) at The Malted Barley and now I suppose I should attack that pantry...
Beth, thankful she was alerted to the healing and chromium replenishment attributes of beer!