The flight was at 6:45am on Friday morning so we were awake at 4am to get to the airport. Someone please note my friend Frank Tebowing in between Adam and I.
Unfortunately, I slept terribly and kept waking up not knowing what time it was because the alarm clock was on Adam's side of the bed. I tossed and turned and fought with myself about getting up to run.
Ugggggggggghhhh. So much bourbon and so much dancing in heels.
When I finally convinced myself to just go and do 3 miles, I got all my gear on and stood in the alcove next to the door for a minute. Finding satellites. Deciding if I needed gloves or a jacket. Deciding if it was too late to go back inside.
Instead, I walked out into the brisk morning and took off. I had looked up possible route ideas the week prior and while I was sad I wasn't going to be able to get out to the rail-trail, I knew the residential area would be pretty picturesque.
I wanted to minimize my turns since A) my brain was feeling fuzzy and B) I didn't bring my phone. When I got about a mile in, I decided to make a left off Sharon and took a mental note. Eventually, I turned left on Ferris and then started to figure out when I was going to turn around.
3 miles was growing to 4 miles and then I was just past where I'd be for 6 miles when I decided to turn around a finish the last few near the hotel.
Even though it was painful to get going, it was of course, worth every minute. Leaves blanketed the lawns and pumpkins adorned each doorstep. Old Victorian homes provided beautiful backdrops for wonderfully spooky Halloween displays. Thanks Poughkeepsie for a great run!