After staying up last night until that dang budget bill finally passed, I crashed, still feeling the anxiety that has haunted me this week. This morning, I headed to the (still open) Missions National Park for the Fiesta Mission 10k.
It was VERY humid, but it was a nice run. As I arrived and wedged my podcar between trucks and SUVs, my buddy, Ruben, came up and asked if I still had my bike in the car. (Of course I did - since last Friday - and have not taken the time to remove it.) He was volunteering as a race marshal and wanted to bike, rather than drive, out to his position. So, we put the bike together, off he rode, and I headed to the run.
At around mile 2, we actually ran into the Mission San Jose, with it towering above us - so neat.
Of course, there was the heat and humidity, and the bouncy bridges, to slow me down
But, after the run, there were buddies and beer - the perfect thing to lift my spirits
After a nap, I headed out for a run and visit with Brandi Shipman, a cancer survivor, coach, and endurance athlete. I opted to skip the trail run, but really enjoyed hearing her inspirational story.
And that was a great way to spend a day!