Back from Hope Town, Abacos. Got home around 11:45pm last night to an icy driveway.
Called for undue care not to slip, fall & break something! But Home Sweet Home New England is. There is no way we could ever permanently live in such warm climes. Beth years ago put her foot down when her first husband wanted to move to FL (which he eventually did anyway).
Flat out tired today. I could have done early morn walks for most or all of the Bahamian days but did not sleep well in spite of the gentle sounds of distant surf, the rustle of fronds and soft wind chimes.
I've always recalled that my biggest running mileage week was in the Bahamas in 1978 on the Island of San Salvador. I'd arranged a scuba diving trip there in February but that was delayed to March by the blizzard of '78. Today, I looked it up in the old running log. I'd thought it was 90 miles but it was actually 102!
In those days, energy was summoned whether it felt there or not and of course those miles took less time. I was preparing for the Boston marathon with a weekly count down. This was around 6 weeks to go. I'm impressed with that week and the few days either side:
3/11-3/14 - 15 miles/day first 4 days, all on San Salvador - 7 mi in the am and 8 in the pm, same daily routes, out & back 3.5 in am and out & back 4 in the pm.
3/15 10 (too tired for 15)
3/16 & 17 16 both days (8 both morn & eve).
3/6 12.7; 3/7 13.7 - both in Jackson, NH
3/7-8: northern Presidential mountains traverse (est 12 mi)
9th rest (go to work in Boston area)
On 3/10, 15 in Newton, MA
18th rest (return from San Salvador)
19th New Bedford RR 13 mi, @5:56 pace, 77'
Long ago, and virtually un-recollectible save for a diary.