Last year, Brendan and I signed up for a turkey trot in Salem, MA. It started really early in the morning and it was pretty far away… so we slept through it. Never doing that again! This year, I signed up for the race that was just a few minutes from our house and started at 9am… much better. Brendan was still not convinced it would go any better, apparently, so he just drove me to Starbucks and then to the start line. I take what I can get.
It was 40 degrees outside, so I was pretty pumped for a chilly, but comfortable 4-mile run. I started the morning off with a bowl of pumpkin pie oatmeal at home (old fashioned oats cooked normally, add canned pumpkin puree, pumpkin pie spice, and brown sugar. Finish with a dollop of vanilla yogurt on top!) Then Brendan took me to Starbucks for a caramel brulee latte.
I pretty much wore all my favorite running gear: Lululemon tank, highlighter warmer-than-normal half zip, full length Zella tights, unisex Nike hat, Garmie, and Five Fingers. I ended up wishing I had worn a lighter half-zip when I got warm, but it was freezing at the start, so I think it was the way to go.
This race truly was my last race before jaw surgery, so I wanted to push it, but I also knew I hadn’t been watching my pace at all recently, so I had no idea what to expect. Brendan and I talked about my game plan the night before, and we decided a 9-minute pace was realistic. I knew I could do better since I ran last weekend’s half marathon at a 9:15, but I’ve historically not been very good at changing my pace. My marathon pace is my half pace is my 5k pace.
I know I’ve said this before, but there is just something so cool about people coming together to run as a group. It is so magical when you are walking to the start of a race and runners are appearing at every corner, all waking up to meet and share this common love. It’s like we are all in on a secret. Runners are scattered on the sidewalks creeping towards the start, until suddenly we are less discreet…
How cool is that?! I don’t have Garmie with me right now, but my splits were approximately:
Mile 1) 8:15
Mile 2) 8:15
Mile 3) 8:30
Mile 4) 8:00
For a 4 mile race PR (I don’t think I’ve run a 4-mile race before) of about 33 minutes! I was more than happy with my time! The race was hard. It was hilly, it was cold, my left leg sucked the whole time. Did I mention it was like REALLY HILLY! But it was really fun, too. A lot of people dressed up with turkey costumes or hats, a lot of families came out to run together, and a lot of neighbors brought their Thanksgiving coffee outside to cheer us on. It was a really awesome community event, and I will definitely be signing up again next year.
Fall is just the BEST! It always reminds me how much I love running because the weather is perfect, and it is so entertaining to watch the world around you transform in a matter of days. I think I have been especially observant this year because I’ve been so excited to experience my first New England fall. Brendan and I have been wanting to go apple picking for a few weeks now, but this weekend was the first time we actually had some time for it! On our way out the door, I was pleasantly surprised to find this lovely gem in the mailbox…
YAY! I have become a SUPER loyal Starbucks drinker on my walk to work every morning, and I use my gold card every time! I think this is my third free drink. I get SO excited!
We drove an hour outside Boston to Honey Pot Orchards in Stow, MA. The drive was wonderful because we drove through a bunch of smaller old towns with gorgeous old churches and wonderful foliage.
I’m not sure we really became expert apple pickers. We definitely decided that we had gotten our money’s worth by the time we left because we dropped/threw a lot of apples. OOPS.
We didn’t throw ALL of those apples on the ground… lol I swear!
It was such a beautiful crisp fall day…
The ladders were super sketch just leaning on the branches, but I was pumped… until I got a few steps up… and then I was shaking.
Of course, the apples at the top, just a few feet away from the ladder always looked better than the ones we could reach…
We ended up with 19 apples in a bag + 1 apple eaten on the job = 20 apples (the accounting literature says we don’t count the apples we threw on the ground) and a fun fall outing for only $15. Great deal!
What a beautiful place! I can’t wait to come back next year, but right now I have to go figure out what to do with all these apples!!!! Any great EASY ideas?