I don’t even know what to say about this past week. I don’t know if it was allergies, current events, lack of sleep, or a combination of a bunch of things, but I felt awful last week.

This past weekend, I ran the Hope for Haiti 5K Trail Run. This is the 2nd time I ran this race. I ran it back in 2016 (just at the start of what would become a near year long issue with anemia). I was hoping for a better race this time around...then the unexpected happened. 

August through December is without doubt, hands-down my favorite time of the year (even if it does include hurricane season). I'm pretty sure I say this every year on this blog, too. But really, it is.

Fall training may be under way, but it is definitely not feeling even remotely like fall.

Back in May, we traveled to Sunset Beach, NC for the Run Sunset Beach 5K and 1-miler. While the weather on race day was terrible (sideways, torrential rain and crazy wind), the race experience itself was pretty awesome, and I highly recommend Coastal Race Productions races.

This past week, in what’s become an unfortunate annual fall tradition, we evacuated from a hurricane.

That's a wrap on my lollygagging before leaping into fall training. Last week marked the end of rebuilding and the beginning of fall training. It was a weird week, though.

Beach vacations are kind of like camp for grown-ups. Bonfires, arts and crafts, outdoor activities...pretty much the perfect vacation if you ask me.

I'm trying to stay more timely with my posts around here, so here's one from our recent (really, only a few weeks ago) trip home to Lancaster, Pa.

So I went out three nights in a row this past week - nothing crazy, just out until about 10:30 and a glass or two of wine. And wow, did it wipe me out! A definite reminder that I am not 25 anymore.