hi.

i don't like heights. i don't enjoy flying. i don't like not being in "control" of physical situations. why did i think i'd like parasailing? 800-feet above the water hooked in with nothing but a rope was not my cup-of-tea. i think i may have ruined the ride for my tandem. more time was spent reminding me to breathe than actually looking around at the shoreline and ocean and how tiny the boat looked below.

other than that mishap, it was a great trip. 80-degree weather. beaches. dancing. sand. running outside without winter gear. crab legs.

but on the way home, i realized that i'd never returned from a trip without coming home to mr. woof. i was feeling quite reflective on the flight back to this frozen tundra, and i ached. for gus. and for some semblance of home. i need to be better about defining what that is. maybe by next year, i'll feel more settled.

as a side note: i added up my miles for the year. i ran about 760. more than last year, but not my goal. for 2008, i'd like to run 1,000. here's to avoiding injury.