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.