The morning began with the Vicki Soto and I imagine that was a record crowd. Parking was horrendous, but we lucked out at the last second by nabbing a spot that we couldn't believe was wide open very close to the start of the race. We felt like mice caught in a maze trying to find (a) the parking lot, as everything is one-way streets and the police had everything blocked of and (b) because we were redirected a million times, we didn't get to the lot until right before the race. The karma, however, was better upon departure because we flew right out of there...
...only to land on the I-95 parking lot. It was awful. We got off the highway to take backroads, but because of Veteran's Day coming, Stratford was having its annual parade. More streets were barricade and traffic was redirected. I didn't think we'd ever get home and Joanna laughed once when I said I was going to eat the entire loaf of bread she gifted me, and the second time when I said, "This waiting in traffic is totally antiquated. I'm read for my George Jetson flying car so I can move up and over these other people."
I suppose I went about 7 miles between the race and the afternoon walk with Karal. While watching the women play St. Peter's online, I tried to catnap, but the sun kept peeking through clouds, and this time of year it is extra bright when it does...blinding even. That, and when I closed my eyes, Karal was upon me almost immediately to play. I tried, but mostly listened with one eye open and one closed (to shut out the sun as I laid on my side).
Not sure what will come of today, although I have tremendous ambitions. Sunday is a day of rest, but the meal prep was already done last week. We'll see about this one.
