Ladies & Gents:
I'm back! Florida was amazing. I did just about nothing other than run and lie by the pool and read a lot of books and eat good things while watching other good things on demand. I know. Super exciting. I'm sure Paris would have been a great experience, but this is exactly what I needed. I ran the Daytona Beach Half Marathon while I was there too. We started and ended on the speedway, which was neat, even though I know next to nothing about NASCAR. It was humid and a lot of people overdressed. I saw one woman pass out. It wasn't even that warm on the temperature scale, but this can still happen if you're not acclimated or you're wearing too many layers or not drinking enough. If you run, I suggest checking out this story I wrote for Builder magazine about heat distress. The story may be directed toward the construction world, but I've used this information a few times in my running life.
Anyway, the highlight of my trip was probably Disneyworld. I stayed near the park on my last night because I had a meeting at the Grand Floridian the morning I flew out. I kept telling myself I wouldn't go into the Magic Kingdom, but after I wrapped up breakfast, I said…eh who needs an extra $105? I thought it'd be weird to go by myself, but no way. I'm glad I did it. It was the perfect cap of a wonderful, relaxing trip before flying home to a snow storm.
I can't say much more about that because I think I'm writing one, maybe two stories about the experience. That'll keep you on the edge of your seat, I know.
Now it's catching up and starting to pack. If everything goes right, I'll be moving down the shore (temporarily) on March 15. Better get some more boxes.
What I'm Reading
Sitting by the pool lead to a lot of pool reading: Black Roses by Jane Thynne, Bad Haircut: Stories of the Seventies by Tom Perrotta, The Concrete Blond by Michael Connelly, and Just Like Heaven by Julia Quinn. I'm now reading The Road to Sparta by ultra ultra running man Dean Karnazes.
What I'm Watching
I watched Brooklyn and Bright Lights while on vacation. Both are excellent even though they are very different from each other (Brooklyn: quiet, lovely movie, relevant today given it's about immigration; Bright Lights because it's a loud and honest documentary about Carrier Fisher and Debbie Reynolds). And I'm home and still working on Foyle's War. I have two more seasons yet. Poor guy keeps trying to get out and is pulled right back in.
Until next time,
Jen A. Miller