I floated down the Frio River with hot sun and cold beer (and a little rain too). I ate good food, swam with a water moccasin, flipped from a rope swing, danced, sang, ate some more good food, and laughed so much my stomach still hurts. And each morning before breakfast I tightened my laces and headed for the hills. (Sadie didn't get to go with me to Texas, but she did get some running in with a friend who watched her.)
Texas Hill Country running
Up the hills, down the hills
I'm back in Washington now and am getting in gear for a Boston Marathon qualifying attempt. Yep, I'm going to give it a shot. I have the Coeur d'Alene Marathon at the end of the month. It's a relatively flat course and should be a good place for me to see how close I am to the 3:10:59 I need to qualify. I ran a 3:34 last month on a whim, wearing a lei (but no watch), on a very hilly course, taking lots of photos - so I think I have a reasonable chance for a sub-3:20 at Coeur d'Alene.
I also signed up for a flat and fast race near Portland on July 4th: the Foot Traffic Flat. I anticipate this to be my first "official" attempt at qualifying. If I don't make it then (but am close enough to not shatter my hopes) then there are a few races in the fall that I'll look into - the Portland Marathon, with it's fast course and 3:10 pace group, being the most likely option.
Until then, it's "keep running!"