Day 2. Rest.
Too bad. It's a beautiful morning out there.
I'm sore, but I don't think I'm walking funny. Yesterday at the beginning of church someone said I was walking fine, but then later someone said I was walking fun. I guess I got tired as the day wore on. I should be a bit better today. I'll see what people have to say at work.
I had an absolutely fabulous trip to Utah. It really was perfect. I enjoyed staying at my sister's house and running the rail trail up there. Sometime when I'm in Utah but not racing, I want to do a long run on that rail trail. I had a fun day sewing with my mom. I got to have lunch with a friend and then had an awesome time with Lori and Marion and a great race. Even the travel between Colorado and Utah went without a hitch. My flight coming home was even early. And I kid you not, at the Denver Airport they were paging Mr. Jazz, Mr. Hugh Jazz, to the white courtesy telephone. He never picked up the phone. He must have run off somewhere with Bart Simpson.
Now it's back to reality with going to work and getting the kids through the last week and a half of school. And I've got to take this extra time that I get from minimal running the next two weeks to get that school quilt finished and get my house cleaned. Somehow I think I don't have enough extra time. |