When I last left off, I had just finished a half-marathon and was mentally preparing myself for a hike the next day. I’m happy to say that the hike didn’t happen as my legs were angry enough with me as it was. We did, however, go up to Hurricane Ridge to check out the views.
There was lots of snow (yes, that’s my 12-year-old son dwarfing his grandmother and father):
Lots of wildlife:
A clear view of Mt. Baker, 180 miles away:
And lots of trees:
I even got to try the infamous Starbucks Mint Frappacino (it was heavenly and I earned it) while the boys had quite a bit of fun goofing around with the outback hats:
The view of Port Angeles at the base of the Olympics:
But alas, all good things and all holidays must eventually come to an end. My mother-in-law went back to the Motherland this past Saturday… but not before we went out to dinner to celebrate both our milestone birthdays this year (we split this delicious morsel 3 ways):
And today was business as usual, or Week 0 Day 1 of marathon training, to which I went out and completed 5 miles plus 1. James is still hurt, but he’s in the process of formulating my training plan as I write this. He’s such a good sport. He actually just gave me a breakdown of my long runs for August and September, including (but not limited to) the 2 back-to-back half-marathons I’m signed up for, preceded and followed by those gnarly 20-mile runs… dear, oh dear, let the games begin…
Have a fabulous week!!