This is a bit of a work in progress as I still have to find all the photos taken during the race and post those, but I wanted to get these words out of my head so I can write other stuff.
So the Yellowstone Half Marathon….it was well, challenging.
I ran across a blog post on My Tan Feet about Beth’s 12-egg omelette and it brought back a few hilarious memories. In 2010, Artboy’s cousin visited the PNW from Miami, and set out to recreate Man V Food segments, including the infamous 12-egg omelette.
It’s just past 5 a.m. here in Oslo and I’m itching to go for a run. I’m also tapering, which I don’t normally do before a half. I’ve also been traveling so much. Thanks to an insanely long layover in London, it took 26 hours to get to Oslo from Seattle. I lost even more time because of the time change.
Well, okay, I’m flying, but I’m going to run through, and around and to Disneyland this weekend. Everyone is posting packing lists, DLH advice, and fun Disney tips. My favorite blog post demystifies the balloon ladies. I’m working. Working. Working.
A couple years ago, I enjoyed a wonderful journey to Italy for one of my best friend’s weddings. It was a Neapolitan wonder of musicians and food. People napped between courses and enjoyed an all-day feast of epic proportions, while the beautiful bride held court.
Since Artboy and I were already going to spend a week or so in Italy, we decided to extend our trip and visit areas outside Napoli and Pozzuoli. Three extra weeks in Rome, Venice, Florence, Milan, and many points in between.
Over 28 days in Italy, we experienced the sights and sounds of the city and the countryside, tasted the local food, and enjoyed wine at every turn, even happening upon a wine tasting in a public square in Florence. The country lived up to its fabled charm and eloquence in every exceptional moment.
Did another short run through Saratoga Springs Resort today. Yesterday’s was much better; today the heat and a tinge of dehydration made it not great.
