I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
I flew and waiting in airports for close to 33 hours yesterday — and the day before. I left my hotel on Reunion Island on the ZE bus at 6am on Monday morning Reunion Time. I got home last night at 6pm San Antonio time. The time between is a blur — except for the 10 hours overnight at Charles De Gaul airport in Paris next to a lady who might have had tuberculosis.
I have the swollen feet to prove it all happened. I also have the glute pain from a pinched sciatic nerve and four unused sleep masks. Other than those things, everything since October 19th feels like a seated dream.
I’m going to take a shower now, shave my legs and then eat all the Cheez-its my mom left behind. I’ll fill in the blog posts over the next few days.
Running: Next race is Desert Solstice in December to try to get the USATF 100k qualifying time of sub 8:40. (A male runner recently told me that time is laughingly easy, so I’ve got that going for me.)