A former classmate of Little Boy’s comes from money; her parents hosted a pre-school graduation party that, frankly, put every other parent to shame. “What the heck are they going to do when she graduates high school?” we whispered to each other as we eyed the bounce house and furtively nibbled at the catered spread under the tent canopy while watching the hired Spiderman and Cinderella impersonators cavort with our children:
The Cinderella picture reminds me of a picture taken last weekend, when we traveled to Pennsylvania and visited the Lancaster County cousins. Little Boy has a phalanx of beautiful young blond female cousins, all of whom have ardent affection for their contemporary boy cousin:
As usual, Pennsylvania was an action-packed long weekend of family fun and adventures. Mr. P and I managed to go on a date. A trail race date, that is. Because if given the choice between relaxing in matrimonial solitude with a bottle of wine and plates of pork belly confit atop caramelized kohlrabi…. or running 30K in a buggy, humid Pennsylvania forest on a Sunday morning… apparently we are deranged enough to choose the latter.
Enter the Double Trouble 15K or 30K in French Creek State Park. It’s a race put on by Pretzel City Sports, a PA-based organization that Mr. P and I are totally fans of. Fun, challenging races with a charismatic race director who has twice had the opportunity to tell me “Train harder” because I keep placing in fourth.
I took on the 30K, which reduced me to a squishy, sweaty mess. (Not nearly as squishy or sweaty as the VT 100K will in 10 days, so it’s all in good practice).
Thumbs Down near the Finish Line -- because I'm sweaty ;-(
Where is the freaking finish?
Seriously, my Garmin says 19.2 miles... WHERE IS THE FINISH?
