I did forget to mention one thing that I did yesterday: I went for my longest run ever. It was an accident.
I mapped out my route on Tuesday night—my typical four miles—and rolled out of bed at 6:30. I pretty much knew where I was going through the National Seashore and planned to go as far as the visitors’ center then turn back. When I arrived (after many hills; who’d have known that the dunes are so high), I looked at and—surprise! surprise—misread the map. I thought that I could continue on the route I was following and that it would double back to the path I’d just run. It wasn’t until I crossed Race Point Road that I knew I’d gone too far. A map at the intersection showed me how to get back to town.
I followed Race Point Road back out of the park. Fortunately, at that hour, it wasn’t terribly busy. The road leaves very little room on the sides for pedestrians. When I finally got back at 8, I mapped the route I’d taken. Five and a half miles! Maybe I’ll try for six tomorrow. There is all that ice cream to burn off.
Today, we ate breakfast at Devon’s. The restaurant that used to occupy the space was called Tip for Tops’n, and though I like the new decor, I think I liked the French toast better before. After breakfast, we began what ended up being a day of more than 10 miles of walking. We mostly walked up and down Commerical Street, but we also walked to the far south eastern end of the habitat portions of the peninsula and also to Stop & Shop for some sundries.
I bought seven books
two T-shirts (I never buy T-shirts!)
and some salt-water taffy for my mom. No paintings, though. I did, however, try to take a few artsy shots of my own.
(As you can probably tell, sunflowers are in bloom big time.)
Congrats on the mega run and love the red door!