Even though I'm not in school, and haven't been for almost 25 years, I still feel like fall is the beginning of a new year. I'm ready to buy new pencils and tube socks for gym class and spiral notebooks; none of which I need or would ever use. And it feels like it's time for the de rigueur beginning of school essay about what I did on my summer vacation, even though I wasn't really on vacation. My sister-in-law, Laura's blog, Buckle Button Zip, has a post called Catching Up, which is what I'm going to do here.
An interesting side effect of writing is that I'm probably reading the least I've ever read since I first learned to read before kindergarten. So I'm not making any additions to my Best Books Read in 2012 list since I really haven't been reading books. Very weird for me.
I did some hiking, watched a bunch of the Olympics, ate sushi every week, and enjoyed the company of lots of terrific friends who came to visit. The weekend in Montana was for Brad's 22nd marathon. Missoula is a terrific town, and I look forward to another visit there.
The week in Boulder was mostly for my Mom's 70th birthday celebration, which was made extra special by the surprise appearance of her 3 grandkids, and the Alaska residing members of the family. The whole family hadn't been together in years, so that was really nice.
I had the last of my twice weekly physical therapy appointments for my wrist in Keystone. It's been almost 6 months since I broke it on March 7th, and it really has been a long road. I'm not able to do yoga or tennis yet, or pushups; but soon. Physical therapy is a great place to practice gratitude when there are always people there who are much more injured than I was. And PT really helped. A shout out to Jenn at Avalanche Physical Therapy for all of her encouragement and help.
Now that summer is over, I'm looking at my calendar for this semester and it looks busy. I have trips currently planned to New York on 9/7 to the US Open tennis and super fancy special dinner at Per Se for my 46th birthday with Warren and Ilana on 9/14 and art and shopping and more eating, then directly on to San Francisco, for my mother-in-law Cecelia Feld's 70th birthday and home on 9/23.
Then October is just crazy:
St. George, Utah marathon weekend
Burlington, Vermont marathon
Detroit, Michigan marathon
Wellesley College board meetings
Kentucky for the National Horse Show
Palm Desert for Ernst and Young Entreneur of the Year Award ceremony
Palmilla in Cabo san Lucas for Brad's 47th birthday with a gang of friends
We will head back to Keystone in December for winter solstice and the New Year, and I will likely once again not actually want to leave there.
Current plans for 2013 include trips to Australia, Brazil, Iceland and Alaska.
I'm seriously trying to figure out whether I can have 2014 be a year of no travel. What would that be like?!?
I hope you had a terrific summer doing whatever you did!
After last weekend's Newport marathon, Brad did another one on back to back weekends in St. Louis, Missouri, completing #20. The 50 marathons in 50 states quest is a great way to see the country, including places I wouldn't necessarily have gone to, including Bismarck, North Dakota. I'd never been to St. Louis, and it was especially fun to be there when they're playing the world series, although we were glad the games were in Texas so we didn't have to deal with the crowds.
We spent the weekend with our longtime friends Warren and Ilana Katz at their house in Newport, Rhode Island so Brad could run his 19th marathon. Warren and Brad ran the full marathon and Ilana ran the half and I cheered for them.
It rained hard when we arrived on Friday, but cleared off on Saturday and was clear but breezy during the race on Sunday.
The ocean was quite lovely, although you can see the wind at the top of the waves in the second photo:
Another lovely thing about Newport is the stacked stone fences, which is often what you see in towns established in 1639.
The runners before the race -
Runners hitting the first hill next to one of those Newport mansions -
Brad at the half -
Taking a small break and still smiling -
Warren at the half -
Ilana at the finish of the half in an official time of 2:00:51, a personal best for her.
Brad at the finish of the marathon with a new friend made in the final 3 miles of the race. Brad's official time is 5:13:36.
Warren at the finish in a time of 5:40:46 for his first marathon ever.
The gang, relieved to be standing still:
Next weekend Brad plans to run marathon #20 in St. Louis, Missouri. I'll be there, cheering when it happens.
Last weekend we were in Huntsville, Alabama for Brad to run his 14th marathon. I've never been to Alabama before, but my father's family is from around there, which partly explains how it's not such a huge coincidence that the woman driver at the airport is related to me. Maiden name Batchelor, first name Samantha, grandfather's name Walter Batchelor. My grandfather was Oscar and my first name is Margaret for my grandmother. Samantha is the same age as I am, and we figured out that we were both at my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration in Tennessee in 1977, but couldn't completely figure out the connection. Some kind of cousin somehow.
And Huntsville turned out to be an excellent place for Brad, who finished in 4:39, which was so fast that I actually wasn't at the finish line yet to greet him. Oops. Bad Sherpa. I'll go earlier next time!
Doing some last minute email -- crucial for marathon prep
All numbered up and ready to go:
The Start - photographs taken from my 7th floor hotel room:
Brad is in here somewhere:
Brad During -- at Mile 13:
Finisher medal, Garmin watch results:
A storm drain cover:
Another marathon down for Brad and a new state visited for both of us.
One of the big highlights of October was Brad finishing his 13th marathon in his quest to run 50 marathons in each of the 50 states before he turns 50. Here's his version of events, but I have all the fun photos.
Here's Brad crossing the finish line in under 5 hours:
Brad before the race, full of energy:
and after the race, slightly less energetic, but happy --
And some of the gorgeous fall foliage in Bar Harbor:
Heading to Alabama for the 14 marathon in December, which is a state I've never been to. It's fun to see the United States this way.