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Mission: Failure

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Well, really it should be Mission: Hold That Thought.  Before heading back to Florida (to get married of course!) I mentioned I’d be scoping out the South Florida food truck scene. Well who knew a week’s worth of wedding prep plus driving an hour each way to find some food trucks would make things a bit challenging? Not this blogger! But that’s exactly what happened.  Setting my priorities straight I made the game time decision to forgo the mobile food. With a trip already planned back to SoFla for Christmas, it was easy to delay the inevitable face-stuffing for a later date.

Hold That Thought

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I’m Still Here

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Not that anyone’s asking, but yes, I’m still here.  It’s been a crazy month between Thanksgiving and Christmas, to say the least.  Running has moved to the back seat, though not forgotten completely.  Food truck eating has been relegated to the collapsible third row.  It’s not like I’ve been laying on the couch watching reruns of Lost, hopelessly trying to understand the meaning of the damn polar bear though.  Not in the slightest.  I’m not sure what you’ve been up to, but here’s my month in a nutshell.


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Florida Here I Come

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Well, kids, the soon-to-be missus and I are heading down over east to Florida for the big day.  It’s been a long time since that interrogatory run, and we couldn’t be more excited for December 4th to get here!  It’s going to be a jam-packed week full of last-minute planning, prepping, and partying.  Sprinkled in between the mayhem (for me at least) will be sleeping, running, and eating.  In second-to-last penultimate minute planning, Ev and I skeptically scoped out the SoFla food cart scene in case we do, in fact, find time to eat.  Much to our pleasant surprise, it appears to be fairly mobile-eatery abundant.

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Wine Country: Rated R (for Running)

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Saturday was one of those days where I couldn’t really feel sorry for myself. Actually, it’s more accurate to say I feel sorry for everyone who is not me. No offense. Friday, Ev and I flew into San Francisco and drove to Calistoga (think Napa Valley) to meet up with the family for my cousin’s wedding. To set the scene, we stayed at the Solage Resort and Spa in our own bungalow in which you ride bikes around the property to get around. I woke up “early*” Saturday morning to hit the pavement. Here’s where I start feeling sorry for not-me (aka, you). It was about 55 degrees, perfectly clear skies, and sunny. To save us both 1000 words, see below.

I headed out of the resort and traveled down the main road safely in a wonderful bike lane. I ran about 5.5 miles out, and then ran back. In those 5.5 miles I passed 9 vineyards. Yes, that’s right, 1.636 vineyards per mile! Between the

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perfect weather, amazing physique (yes, that’s me**), and breathtaking scenery, I can’t really complain. I literally can’t think of a thing to say to make you feel bad for me.

All told, it was a shade under 11 miles of pure, unadulterated running in an indescribable place. To add to the jealousy you’re feeling, the rest of the day included pancakes, laying by the pool, wine tastings, and a wedding reception. Overall not a bad day. Next on the docket, hopefully running on, over, or at least near the Golden Gate Bridge. Stay tuned!

The Details:

Distance 10.67 miles
Time 1:23:19
Pace 7:48 min/mi
Average HR 154 bpm

*7am Pacific = 9am Central. It’s funny how much “the time change” was blamed for basically everything. “I woke up at 5am and couldn’t sleep, musta been the time change”; “I got so hungry at 4pm and totally ready for dinner… stupid time change”; “Ugh, Global Warming is the worst. I hate you, time change.”

**That’s not me.