Back in Kansas
Ahhhhhhhhh. I love to travel, but there’s nothing like coming home after being away.
We had a lovely trip out to Penticton, British Columbia to visit our dear friends. They have a house only a block from the beach, and the kids had an incredible time. Kids and water and sand. It’s a sure bet for a great holiday.
My friend Jacquie is a soulmate to me. It was so refreshing and invigorating to just “be” with her. We drank way too much Diet Coke than can possibly be healthy. It’s a strange Pavlovian response. Normally, I’d been having one Diet Coke every two days. I see her, we get to talking, and I’m up to 3 or 4. Chalk it up to holidays, I guess.
I was able to sneak out of bed each morning for a run in their lovely beachside community. Besides being able to run along Lake Okanogan (what a treat!), I also loved winding through the roads and looking at all of the real estate. Their community has it all: modest cottages, average bungalows, and freakin’ huge mansions with gates. I chose one. A mansion, that is. I would run by it, and fondly call it “mine.” (Can you spell “covet”, kids?? ) I was pleased as punch to see my gardener there, working diligently on the waterfront flowerbeds, until I can raise the 3 million dollars to buy the place. Keep it up, buddy.
Running on holidays was empowering. I just made a comment earlier tonight on Mark’s inspiration post about not feeling like a runner when I was starting out. I say now that I feel like a runner. Maybe it’s because I was so consistent with it when I could’ve chosen to sleep in and pig out, because after all, I’m on holidays. It wasn’t like that at all. I felt strong and energetic and eager to start the day. I may be re-evaluating my usual nighttime run routine. There’s something to be said for the morning.
Oh, and if you haven’t visited Mia and seen her adorable new papoose, go there now and ooh and ahh. Amazing stuff. When I kissed my kids g’nite, I remembered just how small they start out. Congrats, Mia and family.
