Let's do this one in reverse order.
Had my first sip of alcohol tonight and didn't even know it. Was out with my daughter, and was offered some hot chocolate. First I said "No, thank you though". Second time I didn't want to seem rude and I said "yes, thank you". After the calories I've burned up lately, this won't even touch me. Then I'm walking, thinking, this tastes a little funny. So what does every good parent do, have your young daughter try it. Behold, hot chocolate with Bailey's. No biggie, just dumped it out. This is probably the most anti-climactic way for me to have my first sip. Oh Well. My plan was to do my St Judes marathon on Saturday and if I had some celebration wine, then so be it. No race, no wine, and no hidden meanings. Sounds like a good way to me.
Why was I out with my daughter. It's Halloween. She was a female Slenderman, and I dressed up (literally). Black and whites from head to toe. Mr. Tux was taking his daughter out. This is one of the BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS I've had in a long time. I heard people compliment my daughter for her dad dressing up and taking her out. SO AWESOME!! Then the single moms checking me out, YEA BABY! One lady at a house made me come up because she "has something to give me". Must have been more than one house hitting the booze, because she didn't even pretend to hide it. The best one all night was the most polite. A woman simple told me that she "liked the look of my costume". Saying it nice in front of my daughter, but dipping her close shoulder just enough with a slight head bob that I knew what it actually meant. So, was I a walking "hottie!!"? Probably not. Am I borrowing someone's kid to take out next year, ABSOLUTELY!
Now the ice cream. At the beginning of this month I told someone I would try and go all month with no ice cream. I did it. No trial was so great that I turned to that evil delicious yummy demon.
I just did another 5k. This was for fun on an indoor track and somewhere around 27 minutes. Seems odd to mention this without talking about my first one on the 26th. And, here it is.
My broken heel release date was the 26th. I went and put myself through some low speed and high speed running on the 25th (about 1 mile worth). On the 23rd I did a mile very slow. Wanted to make sure everything worked before my race. Then the race day hit. 42 degrees with rain, and wet mud every where. This was a trail race and could not have been better for me. The course was a mix of wet leaves, tree ruts, and mud slop. My running form is way way off. I could keep up my strength and lungs on the machines, but nothing was smooth. Well, nature made everyone not smooth. This is when I found that a little strength can go a long way. The race was small at around 45. I finished 6th overall and 1st in my age group. I was amazed. Everyone was slowed way down except for 3 young healthy bucks, the cupcake lady who is amazing, one guy who looks like Banister slipped in the race, and then me.
Was this a good month? No, not really.
Do I have some inner family stuff (not discussed) to deal with? A big yes.
Are these four good things to "hang my hat on". Definitely!!
That's my happy report for now. See you in November.