Thursday, June 23, 2016

8 Mile Run

I've been pretty consistently running 5-6 days a week including 8 miles every Saturday morning.  I do let myself wait until about 6:30-7:30 to start, though once the humidity increases I'll be out earlier.  I had been going out to the suburban state park area to do the long runs but this past week, I just didn't feel like driving over there so I decided to do a big loop around my little city.  I took some pictures along the way  and as you will see, it was a beautiful, brilliant blue day. Here is my eight mile run, illustrated.

Downtown Flowers

We are known for being an inclusive little city

Mural of Musicians

Minion cheering me on

The bad side of eminent domain.  Mr. Helen and I had our first dinner date in the restaurant that used to be right here.  It was taken via eminent domain for redevelopment in the late 1990s and here it is today, undeveloped.

Repurposed Fire House

One of the marinas along the waterfront

The childhood home of author Eugene O'Neill and the setting for Long Day's Journey into Night

Two kinds of fuel

This hospital sign makes me laugh.  See the arrow pointing to "downtown?"  Why?

6.5 miles in.  Hate to say it Shelley, but this was the temp at 8:15-ish in the morning. 

I always admire this home's flowers

Home Sweet Home and to the patio to stretch out. So excited to see the flowers I planted from seeds actually bloomed!

I've actually done a couple 10-mile runs as well but right now it takes me as long to run 8 as I used to be able to run 10.  So, I need to get out earlier or be willing to run later.  As Mr. Helen pointed out, it is at least 6 years since I was doing any sort of distance regularly so I guess I should be glad I'm still able to run longer.  The upside of this run was that I actually r-a-n the whole thing - no stopping except two red lights I got caught at, and no intervals and no walking except maybe 10 second segments to take a swig of water. It's the little things.

Monday, June 13, 2016


I seem to be at a loss for words these days and pressed for time to blog.  Not that there is anything really to blog about as it feels like I'm in a same old, same old pattern right now:  run, eat, work, sleep, repeat.  That's fine I guess.

I think of myself as someone who has a pretty good vocabulary but last week I learned a new word via a photo challenge that was going around on Facebook: quotidian.  Here's mine.

A hole that developed in our downstairs carpet, right in the middle of the floor.  We have no idea how.  The local branch of the company we bought it from was so rude when I contacted them about repair, that I wrote a letter to the COO at the corporate headquarters and complained.  We received the full amount we paid for the repair back in a refund check, along with an apology.

Mr. Helen's birthday cake, which was a four layer chocolate cake, with mousse filling and frosting, and a chocolate ganache drizzle on top. When I went to get it to put the ganache on it, it had imploded.  Have no idea why... it sure did taste delicious though. Mr. Helen named it the cow patty cake. (Pictured without ganache or candles.)

So many pretty sunrises while I'm out running in the morning.  One morning I even saw a moon set, then a sunrise.  I love running this time of year.

This made me laugh so hard!

Another running delight - spring flowers, which are done blooming but now we have honeysuckle!

It took me longer than usual to get the patio set up this year. 

In May, we had a couple of freak warm weekend days and I actually got to the beach a full month earlier this year.

What I've been practicing.

One of our favorite local restaurants has Soul Food Sunday.  Mr. Helen had the Southern Fried Dinner and I had the Soul Food Sampler. Delicious and a nice break from cooking. Plus, leftovers.

Our gorgeous niece on her Senior Prom night. She's beautiful inside and out and she's really smart. Was President of her class and so involved in her community.

She's headed off to Temple University in August so I made this basket of goodies as her graduation gift.

Of or occurring every day; daily; ordinary or everyday, especially when mundane.