It was a busy and beautiful weekend: Homecoming with a houseful of people, then on Sunday, the Ives Run Trail Challenge.
Could not have asked for better weather.
But it was the people who made it. So much fun! So much food and remembering of the “good ol’ days.” And soo00 much beer! HOLY MILLER LITE! I haven’t seen so much beer quaffed since, well, since my college days. I was pretty impressed, actually. I can’t compete with that anymore, am totally out of shape, but it was certainly interesting to watch.
In addition, I had to be especially good because on Sunday morning I had to go run the 3rd Annual Ives Run Trail Challenge–a 4-mile trail event. So as I woke early, picked my way through a sea of hungover dead bodies, and made it out the door by 8:30, I was really glad I chose not to be a “competitor.”
I set out a big jar of Advil, made a full pot of coffee, and whispered, “Good luck, superstars,” as I closed the door softly behind me.
We got our first frost overnight and the morning was clear, crisp, colorful but very chilly. My game plan was to just hike the course with my trusty Leiki poles and concentrate on nasal breathing exclusively.
But, as it turned out, I ran into someone I knew who was also hiking with poles, and she strode up alongside me and we wound up doing the course together and talking quite a bit.
It was a great day, perfect weather, and by the time I got home, all the dead had arisen and taken themselves to their respective homes.
The couch beckoned seductively, and I did not resist its siren song.