Gah. Vacation kills me. And I mean real vacations, not visiting family. When I visit family I am blessed – both my mom and my sister eat very well and thus make it easy when I am back (with the exception of alcohol intake…we like our wine and beer). Where I fail miserably is when I go on vacation, away, to parts unknown. This past weekend Neil and I headed down to Florida. It would have been my race weekend there were it not for the stress fracture incident this fall. Since the hotel and time off work had already been arranged, though, we decided to make a vacation of it and in the process meet up with Holly and Wendy.
Friday was pretty nice – fairly warm, though windy as all get out. Neil and I did some exploring and took some photos. Once I edit out all the dirt spots from mine I will get them posted. (My camera sensor somehow got filthy…I am irritated about it.) Friday night we had dinner at a Mexican place with the ladies. They were delightful! Holly was way too sweet and brought me a little gift for my birthday. Poor Wendy was beat from a tremendously long day, but we all had fun! At least I did. I hope they did too and that we get to do it again sometime soon(ish).
Saturday was race packet pick-up (say that three times fast!). Seaside, though quaint and beautiful, was beyond capacity with the number of folks there. I almost gave up on trying to get my packet and t-shirt. Neil and I went and had lunch in the next little town and then tried one more time before giving up. Voila! A place to park. I got my packet and my t-shirt and we departed. Crowds freak me out. Pretty seriously these days. I avoid them whenever possible – there were just too many people and cars for me to want to hang out. The packet sucked. The t-shirt is very nice. Overall it was worth the trouble.
Unfortunately, because the weather was so nasty and because the crowds from the previous day had done me in, I didn’t make it out to cheer on Holly and Wendy (minus 5 friend points for me). I was sort of sad about not being able to run the race, but the flip-side is that being there really motivated me to get back into things now that I am back home.
And that’s a very, very good thing. I gained about seven pounds over the weekend. *sigh*
Which brings us up to date. This evening after work I am going grocery shopping to get some veggies back in the fridge and to find some good breakfast foods. Tomorrow (barring torrential downpours, but I think they are due to be over before then) one of the dogs is going for a walk with me. And we will move on from there.
One day at a time. This might be another set-back, but it isn’t the end. Not by a long shot!