Happy Thanksgiving

E. and I flew cross-country today for Thanksgiving dinner. Boy, are our arms tired.

See?! That's what happens when you get up at the crack of dawn to fly 2,600 miles. You get extremely corny and punch-drunk with giddiness.

We're about to have dinner at his brother's family's house. There'll be 14-15 of us crowding around the dining table here in Northern California.

I didn't run today, but I did 50 minutes on level 15 (greaet quad-buster!) at 60 rpm on the elliptical yesterday, and another 55 minutes the day before. I haven't actually run yet since my sprain a week and a half ago. I was going to run last weekend. Then I came down with a bug tha laid me low. My head hurt just to lift it, and my muscles and joints ached as if I was a brittle septuagenerian.

Geez. If it's not one thing, it's another. When did I get so fragile?!

I just wrote a story about podcasting for my newspaper, and I stumbled across the weekly podcast of "Steve Runner," a "middle of thepack" runner and 43-year old engineer in New England. I've only listened to one or two podcasts so far - they're a bit rough and long-winded, but they satisfy the inner hardcore running geek in all of us.