It's all relative

AM: run on another island off of Long Island. Kayaked over to it, parked, ran, and enjoyed life.

AM: kayaked to a new harbor and ran from there after warding off some jellyfish which fortunately did not sting. Hills were tough here. Never knew the Long Island area was hilly.

PM: some running while bouncing to some music. Did some extra hills up into the middle of nowhere in Deep River. Fun!

PM: Essex, CT. Ran on my favorite ever set of trails and was flying for the first bit, then ate it on a downhill and that sent me flying down the trail into some rocks and roots. Limped around a bit before I sucked it up and kept going. Still fun either way.

PM: No one was planning on heading out for a bit, so I set out in the mist to do some running. Found the high school after a monster hill about 3 miles in. Track was awesome- rubber. School also had what apoeared to be a X-country loop too. Decided to do a workout: 4x400 with 200 recovery and 400 between sets, (added striders totaled too). All were between 1:14-1:18, which felt good for having just myself there to push.

PM: was planning on going jet skiing, but as expected, plans fell through due to others taking entirely too long getting ready and then deciding they didn't feel like it anymore at around 3pm. Backup plan was a nice trail run and swim in the river at dusk to cool down. Calmed my immature feelings of disappointment.

Also chainsawed my first tall tree down while waiting around- and have all my limbs remaining. Shocking.

Noon: FINALLY. I finally raced my favorite trail and did not fall. It seems so small, but every time I've tried I have bit it somewhere. It's so challenging to stay focused on every step for that long, but it's done! I think I'm going to forego the trail tomorrow and end it for the year on a positive note- it only defeated me 3 times this year and with this victory I had totalled 6 wipeouts or trip/falls.