Call me Grace

I’m beginning to have blogger’s guilt. So much has been happening that I’ve scarcely had the time to process, let alone write.

After my study group today, which I hosted, I got to go for a glorious run at Seward Park when the sun was setting. It was wonderful to have that time to myself. I’ve been busy with school and other stuff and as B. is recovering from an injury before the marathon, running has been the thing that I've put on hold. I really am so much happier when I run as close to every day as possible.

I did get to go for a great bike ride yesterday. It seemed short, but I think B. and I went close to 15 miles. (Unfortunately, he forgot his GPS device). The fall colors were amazing. We stopped at Mioposto and had a beer after I took a bad spill. Honestly, I felt like such a dork. But the waiter was very sweet and got me ice for my wrist. Today, I feel much better, but my arm is still bothering me.

Now I see the humor in the fact that my dad used to call me Grace...