to the practically deserted Pacific Paradise of Poneloya, Nicaragua.
I should be starting to think about the exhale of training: the taper. I still need to put at least another longish run in...not that easy to do as I balance time between developing educational materials for a pilot project in rural Nicaragua and running in the heat. Still, though, a beach is a beach.
Half marathon in Miami is coming up January 25. Even better is that my husband Paul, who scared the shit out of everyone by having a heart attack and triple bypass surgery last summer, may run the race with me. His doctor has cleared him for it. More later.
Talk about gratitude.
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