Today I ran 10 miles through the historic town center and down to the beach. Afterwards my aunt and I brought the dog to Chaffinch Island, a park named for its resident bird, the Chaffinch. The park also had many dandelions, dried out and fuzzy, parachutes ready for liftoff. The word “parachute” comes from a French word with a Ancient Greek prefix: “para”, meaning “against” or “counter” in Ancient Greek, and “chute”, the French word for “fall”. Therefore “parachute” actually means “against the fall.”
For dinner tonight my aunt and I went to our favorite local restaurant, The Place. We ate grilled corn on the cob, clams with BBQ sauce, catfish, salmon, a vegetable kabob, key lime pie and a chocolate ice cream sundae with hot fudge and whipped cream. It was awesome. We drove down to the pier for the sunset, conversation and digestion. I am still digesting. Weighing myself, I realized that since I started running I have gained twenty pounds. Perhaps its all new leg muscle, or because I eat horses.
The family time was much needed, but tomorrow its back to Cambridge, my bike, and work.
small dog and small bear. why not try a vegetarian diet? gamey? games. no games (though i would give up caffeine cold turkey if you stopped eating turkeys and pigs — and promised not to sub in baby cows, or big cows for that matter).