Yesterday my sister and I ran our first trail half marathon,the Helen Half Marathon, that I posted about a couple of weeks ago to stay on track after my full marathon in October. As you can see from the picture, it was gorgeous. We had a blast and the scenery doesn’t get any better. I have done over 25 half marathons on the road, but this was my first on trail. I was always scared to try one, but my sister convinced me to give it a try. Glad I did now, but yes it is different from a road run most definitely and it had its challenges.
As I sit here this Thanksgiving morning eagerly awaiting the arrival of my family, I am reminded of just how much I have to be thankful for this year. This year has been a tough year… two deaths in the family, the death of a dear friend who lost her battle with cancer, my mom’s battle with cancer and my divorce. I am not one to put my personal business out for everyone to analyze or criticize, but today I recognize and thank God for the struggles. All of these external circumstances that often make life tough are just that… external, but it is the internal that matters the most that is sometimes forgotten during the struggle. These circumstances have been tough to say the least, but I am reminded of God’s word,”And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
My first trip on the Appalachian Trail like anything else new was a learning experience, but one I enjoyed and will do again. I have to say I thought I had it together and was prepared. My bag was packed. I had read everything I knew to read… packed my backpack with only the essentials. I am pretty in shape so I felt up for the challenge. Then the unexpected happens and you realize there are some things you can’t prepare for really and maybe what you read is not enough. In the end, I realize I didn’t have a clue, but I made it through.
I have always wanted to hike the Appalachian trail, but figured I would never get the chance… but as fate would have it, I am about to get a chance at a piece of it! I am actually off the whole week of Thanksgiving and the opportunity popped up so I took it. I will hike for three to four days on my first go at it and still be back in time to hang out with my family for Thanksgiving. The great news is I am with folks that know what they are doing so I get to tag along and learn all the ins and outs of backpacking. I am actually pretty dang excited!
After running my second full marathon, I went into rest mode too long and ended up not running for about five months. When I finally started back it was tough… almost like starting over. After this marathon, I am taking a week recovery and continuing on, but to ensure I stay motivated I signed up for a half marathon just a month away. It’s easy to let your running get slack after long months of training for a marathon, but trying to start back over after too long of a rest is brutal. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice. Continue reading
Can’t wait to try this out this week for dinner!
I seem to be making a lot of non-descript things lately. Before I go on, I’m going to brag a bit about this pie/pizza/tart. Even if you don’t like pumpkin, spinach, or feta (I’m not even going to cover the possibility of you not liking cheese), TRY this. It. Is. Gorgeous. Not only is it fantastically dance-on-your-tongue-y, but it’s surprisingly easy for a tart, and I made the dough and pressed it out in a matter of minutes. That’s right. You CAN make delicious pies on a whim.
The crust was a crispy, flaky and nutty on the outside, soft and tender where it meets the filling. Mostly it’s based on the legendary Moosewood Cookbook (from the Spinach riccotta pie crust), by Mollie Katzen. It was THE crust I fell in love with, both for its unfussy directions and totally simple ingredients which anyone should have at any time anyway…
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I was walking around looking for the start line area for the marathon this morning. It was not so clear where to start so I stopped and asked a lady if she knew where it started. Before she could answer, the lady standing next to her said, “Lindy?” When I turned to look, it was my half-sister standing right in front of me; she recognized my country twang accent. What a blessing! We live miles apart and as life would have it we rarely see each other. Life takes place and before you know it… time has slipped away. Many Years have passed without seeing each other, but after talking today we both realize that we have to change that and make an effort to see each other more! We ran together, chatted and just enjoyed the run and each other. We split at the half point. I went on for the full marathon wondering if I would see her again, but when I crossed the finish line she was standing there taking pictures of me. I knew the future looked promising!