I was prepared to be really sore this morning from yesterday’s run. For the most part, though, I felt great. My arms and neck were the most sore- probably from breaking my fall. G woke to tell me he’d dreamt of trail running- maybe I’ll convert him yet! I’m already counting the days to next week’s trail run.
We must be the least interested in Halloween of anyone we know. We were invited to two casual ‘pumpkin carving and beer’ evenings this weekend. At last night’s iteration, we deemed it (pumpkin carving) one of the quintessential American experiences- right up there with making Smores. The Waddell household is ignoring it altogether- no decorations, costumes or candy. I, for one, will be perfectly happy when it’s over. Thanksgiving is much more my speed.