Today was a blast. Nick and I drove through some scenic towns on the Delaware River (New Hope, Lambertsville area), stopped for a long, lazy brunch and wasted most of the day away.
We got home around 3:00 and I immediately jumped into my running gear because it had been raining all day and I was dying to test my new Hydrolite rain jacket! Two words: Love it! It did that weird bubbly, scabies thing I described a couple posts ago which amused me for a good span of time till the bubbles took over and blended into one surface.
It works! Comfortable, very light and breathable (albeit not the most attractive garment), it has a pocket on the side for folding into itself which came in handy for stowing my gloves mid-run. So yay! I’m all geared up for whatever Mother Nature doles out.
Right after the run, we went to the movies to see Slumdog Millionaire. It’s by the guy who made Trainspotting and dayum, this is one phenomenal flick. Twenty thumbs up if not more. Can’t stop thinking about it, it was that good.
In other news, the friend who was attacked is much better. She got out of ICU yesterday so we hung out with her yesterday evening, shooting the shit while she described the Percocet-created dancing onion rings she was seeing. She’s going to be fine and even has some sight in that one eye, with surgery still to come, so huge sigh of relief.
Three more weeks till my last race of the year, a final 5K. But now I’m wanting to race more so I’ve been scouting winter races and found a series called the Pickle Runs in a town about 35 minutes from Philly. It sounds like a blast involving prediction runs, choosing your course (5K, 7K or 4.5 trail) and of course, finding a pickle. And who wouldn’t want to spend the winter searching for a pickle? Not I, sweet friends…not I.







Now, prediction racing I understand, even if I’m not much good at it. But pickles? Do they hide them on the course of something? Inquiring minds need to know!
It’s good to hear that your friend is doing so well, Flo.
I am so happy to hear your friend is doing well. I’m hoping the visits lifted her spirits. I say sign up for those races. They sound like a lot of fun. You make running in your elements (cold, rain, etc.) sound like a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day! Hugs to you and your friend!
It’s a J Day! Jackie, meet Jim, Jim…Jackie. You’re both running marathons this weekend, albeit different ones (Jim is CIM, Jackie is Tucson). So YAY to both of you, first off.
Jim, check out this July pickler. Here’s the pickle partying.
The pickle scoop goes “On top of that we will play Hide the Pickle and if you get one, you will get the option to change your predicted time by drawing a card out of a poker deck. (ex. if you pull a 7 of hearts you can add or subtract 7 minutes from your time). Gotta love it.
Jackie, this is my first year embracing the weather. Someone mentioned these races last year and I was like, “no way…gonna have to drive to them and it’ll be cold.” Now I’m all “hey, only 35 minutes away and what’s a little chill?” Hugs to you too, girl, don’t you be catching no cold now, y’hear??
I’m so glad your friend is okay and recovering well!! The “Pickle” series sounds like fun, you should try it.
Thanks Mir, I’m going for it. Those pickles better watch out!
And thanks, you guys, for my friend’s well-wishes. She said when we saw her how loved she felt from this whole mess, so she’s probably feeling some of your caring vibes, too.
Are those pickles real? They’re monsters! I look forward to learning about the pickle-finding part. Good luck to Jackie, fellow J-person and simultaneous marathoner. (Close, anyway. I think mine starts a half-hour later, at 7:00 am PST) I don’t think there will be tracking for my event, although they do have chips. You may have to wait till I can drag my weary self to a keyboard on Sunday.
Yeah, I’m thinking it’s more cucumber than pickle.
Re: lack of tracking for CIM – Pooh! Yeah, as soon as I wrote that one of the ladies in the Women’s BQ thread mentioned no tracking, which surprised me because 4 of those gals are running, plus you…I figured it was a big, fancy-ass race. Cool that it’s not, even if it does take my morning fun away.