Back at home in Vermont with my monster kitty sprawled out next to me purring. So much to do tonight to get ready for work again tomorrow, but enjoying the quiet moment while I can.

The weekend has been so whirlwind it’s still almost unbelievable to me what I accomplished–13.1 miles. I keep looking at the medal and thinking how surreal the whole thing was. I actually did it, and I can’t wait to do it again.

I laid out my training plan last night. Wrote it all down in my book, making the appropriate adjustments for races and travel plans (because I am not about to run 12 miles the morning of my best friend’s wedding. Nope. Not gonna happen. And it’s not going to happen the morning after either.) and I’m excited to get started after laying low this week and next. Yoga & cycling for some active recovery, a couple of short, easy runs to get back in the groove of training. The soreness is fading and I feel really, really good.

I should do something productive now. Perhaps more musings later.