Well, as for my previous post, I didn’t do the 10-miler.

It’s OK, I’m not beating myself up about it. I hadn’t trained, and I might have a injured myself. I have started a fairly regular exercise routine – in the past week, I’ve run twice, and biked to and from work twice. That’s pretty good. I was hoping to go for a run tonight, because tomorrow I’ll be sitting in a car on the way up to Boston – an 8 hour drive! I’ll be leaving too early in the morning, to take the boys to the airport where they will fly to the West Coast to visit their cousins for a few days. We’ve gotta get out of the house no later than 5am, which may be a challenge, but if I can get us all packed before bed, and in bed at a reasonable time, we will be fine.

I’m vacationing in Maine for five days or so, returning the middle of next week. I’ve always wanted to go to Maine, and I suspect the time will be too short, but maybe next summer I can go for a longer trip. I’m bringing my running gear, and hoping to run daily. We’ll be canoeing, and hiking, so it should be an active several days.

So, I feel hopeful that things are improving – for me personally, and generally in the world. Although the evidence of the latter is tenuous – we’re not out of the pandemic yet, and we’re struggling with so many social and political tensions. The market is in a downturn, and we’re learning more than we imagined could be true about the January 6th insurrection of 2021.

But, the idea of getting away for a few days, and really taking a break and breathing feels like salvation for the soul.