After taking a week off, I ran a quick 3 miler on the treadmill last Monday, packed my bags Tuesday, and headed back to St. Louis for my sister's wedding. Friday morning I snuck in a 5-miler in my favorite park before dancing my heart out at the reception on Saturday.
Tuesday, my family lost it's patriarch; I lost my Da. Da was Maw Maw's husband. My father has lost both of his parents in six months. So I will be heading back to STL on Friday for a huge celebration of his long and colorful life.
Yesterday James and I took advantage of the mild weather and did a quick 3 miler in the neighborhood. It was slightly balmy and, thanks to "falling-back", dark.
My head is a whirlwind of joy, sorrow, and tiredness.
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