We had a nice weekend with my in-laws. They left this morning to do a little sight-seeing around L.A. before their flight tonight out of LAX.
Saturday morning, I met the running group early at the park.
I ran with Shawn again, 5.1 miles at a 9:02/mile average.
Later, I went to Weekend Warriors. Clark didn’t join me because he had to replace the water heater, which had randomly sprung a leak the afternoon before. I would’ve helped but I’m not very useful in situations like that ha. Plus his dad was still here, so I really wasn’t needed.
We also had a landscaper come in and clean up the little strip between the sidewalk and the street in front of our house. The previous owners had slapped down some plants and filled it in with pebbles, and it’d been eroding like crazy any time it rained. So the landscaper installed a drain, replaced some of the plants and filled everything in with large rocks. It looks 100 times better.
That afternoon, we took Clark’s parents to the Regal Seagull in Leucadia for lunch, had another round at Draft Republic and then picked up some raw oysters from the Carlsbad Aquafarm.
We also caught the sunset at the beach:
Sunday morning, I did my last long-ish run before Rehoboth, 7 miles at an 8:48/mile average. People are starting to decorate the little trees along the coast.
That got me inspired so when I got home, I tossed out all the pumpkins, put away the fall decorations and brought out the Christmas ones.
We hung around the house all day, but in the evening, we went to see the Lightscape display at the San Diego Botanic Garden in Encinitas.
There was a roughly one-mile path through a bunch of displays using the existing plants and trees in the gardens and a variety of lights, sculptures, fire, music and other elements. It was really pretty! Here are some of my favorite pictures I took:
“Poinsettias” in the ceiling of a gazebo.
A “singing tree.” The lights were synced up to music.
Spotlights, lasers and a fog machine created this scene in a bamboo grove.
A “lily” on a pond.
Neon tubing outlining this tree.
One of the last elements we walked through was the “winter cathedral,” a tunnel of white lights.
Clark’s parents.
Clark and me.
We capped off my in-laws’ visit with a really good dinner at Herb + Sea in Encinitas.
They headed out this morning. Clark and I both got back to work today. It’s also the start of the next-to-last week of the challenge at the gym. I’m going for a short run before we go to a HIIT class later.
Also, we got bib numbers assigned for the Rehoboth Half Marathon, now five days away! I’m 1044.
Yesterday, for the second year in a row, we started Thanksgiving with the O’side Turkey Trot, a 5-mile and/or 5K race in Oceanside. Again, I ran the 5-miler and walked the 5K with my in-laws. My time for the 5-miler was three minutes faster than last year — I ran faster and I didn’t have to use the bathroom at mile 3.5!
Backing up to Monday, I didn’t go for a short run after all but Clark and I did go to the gym for a HIIT class.
Tuesday, I worked from home instead of going into the office like usual. In the late afternoon, I went for an easy run that felt anything but. I had side stitches and I had to use the bathroom. It was a struggle the whole way but I got in 5.1 miles at a 9:12/mile pace.
I also finally took a picture of this permanent metal sign on a utility pole along my route:
Wednesday, I worked from home again. In the early afternoon, while Clark was gone to pick up his parents from the airport, I ran 3.6 miles at a 9:04/mile pace. It felt MUCH easier than the run the day before had, thank God.
When he got back to the house with his parents, Clark and I finally went to the grocery store to do the shopping for Thanksgiving dinner the next day. I made a batch of pumpkin muffins, and then we all went to Oceanside to pick up our race packets for the next morning.
We had dinner at Blade 1936. I got gnocchi with marinara sauce, nothing complicated, so I was hoping I could get through the race without any bathroom stops, unlike last year.
We went to bed pretty early, since Clark’s parents were still on East Coast time, which was fine with me, since I had a 5:30 a.m. alarm set for the race.
Thursday morning, I felt pretty well rested when I got up. Better yet, I was able to use the bathroom before we even left the house! Love it when that happens.
We got to Oceanside with plenty of time to do a warm up. I ran about eight 10ths of a mile. Halfway through it, I was hit by the urge to go to the bathroom again. I was even happier to get No. 2 part two out of the way before I was on the clock!
And then it was race time. Clark’s parents decided to hang out in the car while we were running the 5-miler because it was a little chilly compared to last year. I was OK in my shorts and singlet once we got running (other than my hands, which never warmed up.)
There were just over 900 runners in the 5-miler. I placed myself near a sign for the 8:00/mile runners. I was hoping to pull off a 7:45/mile average.
We got the commands and we were off.
The first mile goes down Coast Highway, makes a U-turn and heads back toward the start line. I finished it in 7:23 — and my watch didn’t beep the end of it more than a 10th of a mile before I got to the mile marker, unlike last year, so that was a great start.
The second mile passed the start line and kept going down Coast Highway toward the harbor. I ran that one in 7:39.
The third mile had some solid downhill going down to the harbor, but also a little uphill leaving it on Pacific Street. I sped back up to a 7:25.
The fourth mile runs down the Strand and then hits the only “bad” uphill of the course, a ramp leading up to the pier. It’s short, but then there’s a longer, not as steep incline after it, leading from the pier back to Pacific Street. The fourth mile ends on that street. My split was 7:43 — slowest of the race and still under goal pace. And I hadn’t heard a peep from my digestive system! I was pretty confident I was going to blow last year’s race time out of the water.
The last mile goes down Pacific, takes a steep ramp down to the Strand and then finishes on it, near the pier.
This year, the race happened to coincide with a “king tide” in Oceanside, and the waves were crashing over the rocks, up onto the Strand. The spray was easy enough to avoid, and there were only a few puddles on the pavement just deep enough to dampen your shoes if you didn’t feel like weaving around them, which I didn’t.
The finish line seemed to take forever to reach. As I approached it, two young girls holding a ribbon — like the ones race winners break — stepped out across the finish line. I knew I definitely wasn’t anywhere close to the lead woman, but I didn’t see anyone else around me who looked like they were winning anything either. I didn’t know what to do so I just ran through it. I still don’t know what that was!
So glad the race photographer caught this haha!
Looking around to see if anyone was going to clue me in on what that was for. Nothing!
Anyway, my official finish time was 38:05 — a 7:37/mile average and three minutes faster than last year! That’s a lot closer to the times I used to run for the Masser 5-Miler and Dogfish Dash 8K (4.97 miles) every year in Delaware before we moved here. I guess track workouts are working!
That placed me third of 50 in the F 35-39 age group (my second age group award since moving here!), 26th of 441 women and 133rd of 904 total finishers.
Clark finished not long after me in 46:56 — also faster than he’d aimed for — and then we walked back to the car to get his parents for the 5K.
The 5K is a much bigger race, and we were planning to walk the whole thing, so we started in the 10th or 11th wave. I took some pictures along the way.
Walking down Coast Highway.
Mural on the side of a building.
Live band providing entertainment along the course.
The 5K course is about the same as the 5-miler, with a shortcut. We walked it in 1:02:16 — I was the 4,631st to finish out of 5,697 total.
We got our medals, and I got an extra one for my age group award in the 5-miler, plus a $20 gift certificate to Dick’s Sporting Goods, and then we got a group photo taken on the pier.
Another successful O’side Turkey Trot in the books!
We went home and started working on dinner — roast turkey, sweet potatoes, Brussels sprouts and butternut squash with onions and pomegranate seeds, Stove Top (I like the cheap stuff better than homemade dressing), green beans with sliced almonds, cranberry jelly, fruit salad and pumpkin muffins. And of course, pie from the Village Pie Shoppe for dessert.
This morning, I ran an easy 5-miler at a 9:06/mile average, and then Clark’s parents suggested going to hike Lake Calaveras.
We warned them it wasn’t as flat and non-technical as trails on Delmarva, but they said they wanted to do the 5-mile loop with 700 feet of elevation gain. So that’s what we did.
Clark’s parents taking a breather in the shade on one of the uphills.
Inching their way down one of the steep downhills.
I guess I’ve never been here on such a clear day before, because I’d never noticed you can see one of the lagoons AND the ocean from here.
The second half was more downhill than up, finally!
We eventually finished the 5-mile loop — which ends on another steep uphill haha — in two hours and 16 minutes. I think Clark’s parents had enough hiking for the trip.
We went to Vista next and had lunch at Belching Beaver. And now we’re home. I think it’ll be an early night tonight.
They are here the rest of the weekend. I’m not sure exactly what our plans are, other than a light display we have tickets to see Sunday night, but I will probably meet the running group early tomorrow morning and go to Weekend Warriors, and I want to get in one last long run Sunday morning.
I am still living vicariously through everyone else’s dogs! Olive and Henry, Melissa’s corgis in the middle of the picture, are very cool, but I absolutely adore Teddy, the Belgian Malinois I’m petting. He has the sweetest disposition and his owner, Natalie, has done a really great job training him. I also love Kristen’s dog, Sierra, but they weren’t there Saturday morning.
Anyway, Karen and Kathy weren’t there either, so I ran the usual 5-mile out-and-back with Shawn. We did 5.1 total at an 8:45/mile average.
Then I went to the Weekend Warriors workout, and then straight to the San Diego airport to pick up Clark. We hung out in Little Italy for a bit before we came back home.
Sunday, we were both pretty lazy. We had plenty of stuff to do to get ready for his parents’ arrival Wednesday, but we didn’t do any of it. I also didn’t run. I looked at my calendar and it had been more than two weeks since my last complete day off, so I didn’t feel too bad about it.
Today, I’m about to go for a short run before we go to the gym for an HIIT class.
Monday, I ran 3.1 miles in the late afternoon, and then Clark and I went to a HIIT class at the gym.
Tuesday morning, I ran before work, 3 miles at a 9:05/mile. In the evening, Clark and I went to the high school for a track workout.
Field hockey is over, but now we’ve got soccer tryouts! There were a few dozen high school boys trying out for the soccer team, and part of that involved running, so we had to share the track with them.
Jim had us do a simple workout, eight 400-meter repeats. I screwed up my watch on the first interval, but my paces on the other seven were 1:35 (6:24/mile pace), 1:37 (6:31), 1:38 (6:31), 1:36 (6:35), 1:39 (6:35), 1:37 (6:37) and 1:32 (6:09.)
With a short warm up and cool down, I ran another 2.9 miles total.
Wednesday, I ran in the morning before work, 3.1 miles at a 9:05/mile average. Clark had to leave for a work trip, but after work, I went to a HIIT class at the gym and then ran 3 more miles with the running group. It was a typically hilly route and we took it easy at a 9:37/mile average.
Thursday, I took the day off running, but I went to the gym in the evening again and did a HIIT class and Swole Patrol.
And finally, today, I ran a 5-miler with a fast three miles in the middle — 7:50, 7:45 and 7:38. The first and last miles were slower for a warm up and cool down, so I ran the whole thing at an 8:20/mile overall average pace.
One advantage to procrastinating on my run — I got to see the beautiful evening!
Tomorrow morning, I’m meeting the running group and then going to the Weekend Warriors class, and then Clark should be back from his work trip. We have to do some cleaning around here to get ready for his parents visiting next week for Thanksgiving. I can’t believe it’s already that time!
Friday afternoon, I ran 3.3 miles at an 8:53/mile average, and then I drove to the airport and picked up Clark. It felt nice to both be home again for the first time in almost two weeks.
Saturday morning, I met the running group early and ran with Karen and Kathy, our usual 5.1 miles, this time at a 9:38/mile average.
Then Clark and I went to the gym for the Weekend Warriors workout. We did one similar to the fit tests, where we start with 100 reps and then cut down by 10 as we go down a list of exercises, but it was harder than usual. We also had to run twice, a half-mile the first time and a quarter-mile the second.
We had to do all the exercises with our teams in the current challenge. After everyone on the team completed each exercise, we got a playing card, and whoever could make the best poker hand at the end got bonus points toward the challenge.
Our team, The Silence of the Yams — we needed a holiday-themed name haha — had the second-best hand and scored 20 bonus points.
We’d also gotten our team T-shirts that morning:
That’s the “Silence of the Lambs” movie poster image with a yam superimposed over it.
Back at home, Clark and I cleaned up everything that’d been blown down in the storm earlier in the week or was a little overgrown. It took a couple hours. I am always amazed how much work goes in to and how much debris comes out of our tiny yard.
Sunday morning, I was pretty sore from the workout and the yard work the day before, but I actually did a long run!
It was a beautiful day for it too, sunny and not too warm. I ran to the Strand in Oceanside and back.
The pier from the north end of the Strand.
I covered 10.3 miles in about 1:35, a 9:10/mile pace. I felt pretty good through the first seven miles or so, but my legs were toast by the last few. For once, though, I just ran a little faster to get it over with instead of taking some walk breaks.
That was the first time I’ve run double digits since the last half marathon I ran in August! I would like to get in an 11-miler this coming weekend and then 12 the weekend after that. Then it’s race weekend in Rehoboth.
Speaking of Rehoboth, my younger sister called me while I running to tell me she is no longer doing the half. After starting to get some knee pain while running (or “jogging,” as she always calls it) back in the summer, she’d resigned herself to walking the whole thing. Well, then her boyfriend suggested going to see the Christmas displays in Busch Gardens and Colonial Williamsburg the weekend of the race, and she further downgraded to just taking the partial refund and letting someone on the wait list have her spot. So that’s that haha.
My brother is still in for the marathon, his second, but he was texting me at the same time about how his training hasn’t gone very well because they’ve been so busy on the farm this fall. But he’s got the Tuckahoe 25K (15.5 miles) this coming weekend, so there’s one guaranteed long run, which is better than nothing. I’ve done Shamrock before on nothing but a few 10-milers.
Anyway, this is the start of the fifth week of the challenge at the gym. We are going to a HIIT class this evening, and I want to get in a short run before it.
It’s been another long week! Not as exciting as attending SEMA last week, but we had a lot to do when we got back to get everything we covered there written up, edited, posted to the website and ready for the print magazine. I’ve also been getting over this cold, and I got the new COVID booster and a flu shot yesterday.
Monday, I did go to the HIIT class I’d signed up for, and I was right, I felt better after. I took some NyQuil before I went to bed and slept like a rock clear through to my alarm.
Tuesday morning, it wasn’t raining yet when I got up, so before work, I ran 3 miles at a 9:04/mile average.
I was pleased with myself for getting any running in when I really didn’t feel like it, but my Garmin wasn’t as impressed haha.
Judgey McJudgeface.
I got through the day at the office. The rain moved in that afternoon and they had to cancel track night, so I went to Swole Patrol at the gym instead.
Wednesday morning, the rain had cleared out, so I went for another run before work, 4 miles at an 8:57/mile average. It was still pretty windy and there were no surfers or beach volleyball players out, which made it feel weirdly empty.
My Garmin said I was just “maintaining” after that run, by the way. Better than going downhill!
Usually, on Wednesdays, I like to go to the HIIT class right after work, followed by run club, but I didn’t quite get home from work in time to make it to the class. I did meet the “group” for the run in Vista.
I put that in quotations because only two other people showed up, and one of them got there early to get in a run/walk and then go home after the picture.
It wasn’t even that chilly Wednesday night, but just being completely dark at 6 p.m. makes it SEEM cold. I had the heated seats cranked on the drive there haha.
Anyway, it was just Shawn and me, so we ran 3.3 miles at a 9:24/mile average.
Thursday morning, I got the new COVID vaccine in one arm and a flu shot in the other. The tech who stuck me told it would help with any soreness if I moved my arms periodically, so I went to a HIIT class and Swole Patrol that evening.
Afterwards, I met another group of friends from the gym at Black Plague Brewing for Trivia Night. I was pretty pumped when one of the categories was astronomy, and I actually knew the answer! All those astronomy classes in college 18 years ago finally paid off (I was one 200-level class away from being officially credited with a minor.)
Today, I feel zero side effects from either shot, other than slightly sore arms, so I’m gonna go for a run and then pick up Clark from the airport.
I am looking forward to a relaxing weekend with no plans, other than a couple runs and our gym’s Weekend Warriors workout tomorrow morning.
Last Monday night was Halloween. We went to a friend’s house and had a few beers, and when we got home late, I finally threw some things in a suitcase for SEMA. I can’t pack without the motivation of a last-minute panic.
SEMA is the biggest trade show in the world, held at the biggest convention center in the U.S., in Las Vegas. It’s not open to the public; you have to be in the automotive aftermarket industry, whether you’re selling a product, looking to buy or covering it for media. It features all kinds of products, including collision repair and refinish, which is where my company — a trade magazine for the auto body collision repair industry — comes in.
When I was hired in February 2020, one of the selling points was that I’d get to go to SEMA. Well, thanks to the pandemic, it was virtual-only in 2020, and while it was held in-person in 2021, COVID started spiking again in the late summer and my boss decided not to risk sending us all there. So 2022 was my first time finally attending this massive show.
My flight to Las Vegas left San Diego early last Tuesday morning. I ran into the two coworkers on my flight as soon as I walked in the airport. In Vegas, we got in the massive line waiting for cabs from the airport, dropped off our stuff at our hotel, the Westgate Resort and Casino, and then headed into the show. We were there!
The Westgate was right next to one end of the convention center, and it was still almost a one-mile walk to where the collision repair and refinish products were showcased.
Tuesday, I did some wandering around the entire show before covering a two-hour educational session and then writing a brief Day One recap and posting it to our website.
Clockwise from left: Skip Barber Racing School drift ride-alongs; the convention center seen from the main lot outside where a lot of exhibits and car shows were held; the entrance to the Central Hall; and a restored late ’70s Ford pickup similar to my dad’s.
Dave Kindig, of Kindig It Design in Salt Lake City, Utah, had some really nice cars there. I had to get a picture of his ’69 Camaro for Clark, and he had three 1953 Corvettes — only 300 were built and only 200 still exist.
The Camaro top left and right; two of the ’53 Vettes bottom left and right.
After I was done for the day, I got in another long taxi line outside the Westgate and went to the Neon Museum. It’s a nonprofit that collects neon signs from businesses that either closed or got a new sign. It refurbishes the ones it can, and it holds tours of its “Neon Boneyard.” I’d wanted to take a tour when we were in Vegas last October, but it was already sold out when I tried to get a ticket, so I made sure to get one early this time.
The museum is the former lobby of the La Concha Motel, open from 1961 to 2004.
My group got a guided 45-minute tour of the signs currently being displayed. I took a million cool pictures but here are some of my favorites.
The original lamp from the Aladdin hotel, where Elvis and Priscilla Presley got married.
Left, top to bottom: Sign dating from the mid-1930s at the Green Shack; “Andy,” the mascot for Anderson Dairy; Sassy Sally’s sign. Right: 1940 sign from Chief Hotel Court.
Sign from the Moulin Rouge, which only operated for five months in 1955 as the first racially integrated casino in Vegas.
Top: Sign from the Stardust. Bottom, left to right: Old very tall motel sign with pegs around the lights for maintenance workers to climb (pre-OSHA ha); Betelgeuse; Steiner’s Cleaners animated sign.
When my tour was over, I walked down Fremont Street.
There were former signs from both the Golden Nugget and Binion’s on the tour I’d just taken.
I had a really good slice of pepperoni, jalapeño and hot honey pizza from Pop-Up Pizza in the Plaza, and then I got another tax back to the Westgate. Day One, finally done.
Wednesday morning, I got to the hotel gym as soon as it opened and ran 3 miles at a little over a 9:00/mile pace on a treadmill, and then I headed back into the show.
I had a lot more stuff to cover for the magazine Wednesday, but I did have time to meet NASCAR Cup Series driver Daniel Suarez, who won his first race earlier this year, in Sonoma, and made the playoffs!
I got him to sign my show badge… which I immediately put back in the plastic holder, smearing the autograph. Derp. Fortunately he’d also signed a “hero card” for me so I do have an intact autograph.
That night, everyone from the magazine had a nice long dinner at the Italian restaurant in the hotel, and I went right to bed after.
Thursday, I ran 3 miles on the hotel treadmill again. I had one last educational session to cover first thing in the morning, and then I did some more wandering of the show — my phone’s pedometer claimed I walked 9.1 miles that day.
Left top to bottom: Crowd in the Central Hall, the only Focus ST I could find, smaller version of the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign in the parking lot. Center bottom: Dave Kindig, right, meeting fans. Bottom right: Snoozing dog under a jacked-up pickup. Upper right: Side-by-side drift ride-alongs.
That night, I didn’t have any plans, so I Googled “shows in Las Vegas on November 3,” and the first result was “The Beatles LOVE” by Cirque de Solieil at The Mirage, only a short monorail ride away. I jumped on that!
Top left: Signs outside The Mirage. Bottom left: The entrance hall to the show. Top right: Sign over the entrance hall. Center right: A delightful drink called a “Strawberry Fields.” Bottom right: Performing “Octopus’s Garden.”
I LOVED IT. I can’t believe this show has been around since 2006 and this is the first chance I’ve gotten to see it! Better late than never.
The music was amazing (I mean, duh, it was all Beatles songs) and the performance itself was heavier on dancing and props and less so on acrobatics (though there were some acrobatic elements.)
They said before it started we were allowed to take still photos with no flash, and I was a little worried it would just be a sea of phones taking endless pictures, but almost everyone only took one or two, if any at all.
Then I had a burger at the Gordon Ramsay Pub & Grill at Caesar’s Palace next door.
Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA on tap!
I finally called it a night after that, rode the monorail back to the Westgate and hit the hay.
Friday was the last day of the show. I was beat when I woke up, so I skipped the treadmill and pulled up a yoga video on YouTube. I felt a little back to normal after that.
The last day of the show, I mostly hung out in the media center or our booth and got caught up on work until it ended. I left a little before 4 p.m. to get a jump on the taxi line.
I made it to the airport with even more extra time than I’d realized — my flight to Reno got delayed. Big surprise.
However, it was only a 30-minute delay, and that turned out to be the only one. I landed in Reno around 8:30 p.m. Clark had gotten there that afternoon and picked me up. We went right to the hotel he’d already gotten and went to bed.
Saturday, we just wanted to wander around Lake Tahoe. We had breakfast at Squeeze In, and then our first stop was Donner Memorial State Park outside Truckee.
It was drizzly and foggy all day Saturday, but maybe that just made it a little easier to imagine what it must have been like to be snowed in the Sierra Nevada there for months in a few flimsy cabins with no supplies. Nah, I still can’t imagine.
The memorial, dedicated in 1918 to all pioneers, is 22 feet high — the same height the snow reached the winter of 1846-47 when the Donner Party was stuck there.
We also drove up to see Donner Summit, overlooking Donner Lake.
Top left: Shed at the summit; top right: the lake through the mist from summit overlook; bottom right: sign marking the summit; bottom left: plaque on Donner Summit Bridge.
Then we headed southeast, to Lake Tahoe, and followed the road around it until we got to Emerald Bay State Park.
Top left: Emerald Bay overlook; top right: a little snowman someone else made; bottom, left to right: Clark, my shoes on the beach at Emerald Bay and where I technically touched the water.
The trails were sloppy and Clark and I were not wearing shoes meant for hiking, let alone in snow and mud, but I saw a sign for a waterfall and a little less than two miles and two soaking wet pairs of shoes later, we came to the lamest waterfall we’d ever seen haha. I’m sure it’s more impressive in the springtime, with snow melt, but it was nothing worth looking at in November.
Left: Steps leading to the lower falls; right: the trickle that is Eagle Falls at the moment haha.
And then we had to turn around and go back!
I figured that was enough for one day, and we were close to South Lake Tahoe anyway, so we drove there, hit a couple breweries, had dinner and got a hotel for the night.
Sunday morning, the sun had finally come out, but it was pretty cold — below freezing with the wind. I’d brought tights, an ear band and gloves, but Clark had not brought appropriate running clothes for those temps and he turned around after about a quarter-mile of running head-on into the wind.
I wound up running 5 miles at an 8:47/mile pace, and I got to see Lake Tahoe in the sunlight.
And I got a picture of the biggest pine cones I’ve ever seen!
My own head provided for scale.
After we checked out, we had a late breakfast, drove up part of the lake’s east shore and then drove to Carson City, where we met Clark’s coworker, who was also in Reno for this week’s trade show, and his wife, so we could all go together to the home of another guy they know through work for dinner.
We had a little time to kill when we got to Carson City so we found a brewery and then walked around the historic downtown area. The older buildings had a very “Wild West” feel.
Post office.
Then we all drove down to Lake Topaz, outside Gardnerville, Nev., and had a nice dinner there. We also got to see one of the owls that hangs out in one of their trees by the lake.
I had a very early flight out of Reno back to San Diego this morning. The plan was for me to drive the rental back to the airport, but on the way back to our hotel last night, the tire pressure warning suddenly came on, and when Clark stopped to fill up the truck, we could hear air hissing out of the right rear tire. We were close enough to the airport, we just drove it back and dropped it off. They could deal with that.
We took a shuttle back to the hotel where Clark was staying — the same one where they’re holding the show this week — and went to bed. This morning, I took a taxi back to the airport and was on my way home on schedule, despite a little wintery mix in the area.
So that was my week! I think we had a successful time covering SEMA (though I still have a LOT to do before the magazine goes to print) and I enjoyed the glimpse of Lake Tahoe.
I’m signed up for a HIIT class this evening, my first in more than a week, but I’m debating whether or not I should go. I picked up a cold in Vegas and I haven’t slept great for about three nights. I’m exhausted. But I also think I’d feel better if I went. I have about 40 minutes to make a final decision!
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