Memorial Day weekend began at 6a.m. Saturday morning when we pulled ourselves out of bed prematurely to run 3.5 miles to the start of the Trail Assail Memorial Day Race at Minooka Park. Any misgivings about being up so early on a Saturday (we usually sleep in 'til 8a.m.) were soon dissolved by the perfection of the day - bright blue skies, no wind, no humidity, not too hot-not too cold temperatures. We met up with Rosanna and took stock of the hardcore looking field of runners as we waited for the 8a.m. start. Through dew soaked grassy fields, into wooded paths, the route was two loops along trails familiar to us. Joe finished 3rd in his age group, garnering a medal (though the medal is yet to be received, as he had to head home before the awards ceremony)! This achievement was extra meaningful as it occurred on the 1-year anniversary of his first rotator cuff surgery - oh the difference a year makes! Having run to the park, knocking off the 10k, and then running back home, we were able to spice up the usual long run, be home and done before we typically leave for the long run, AND justifiably feel like badasses.☺
By noon we were out the door and headed for Milwaukee for my sister Christine's 50th birthday celebration - an historical cruise of the Milwaukee Harbor followed by a late lunch at Rudy's Mexican Restaurant. Never was there a better day for being on Lake Michigan. Calm waters, warming sunshine and a trail of Seagulls following the boat's wake (lots of fish get churned up to the surface) made this a relaxing and memorable day. Rudy's was a charming restaurant with really, really good tortilla chips ... or maybe anything would have tasted good with the hunger our active day produced! Home by early evening, we settled in with season finales recorded during the week - Hannibal! How will we live without this show until January?
Uncharacterist ideal weather continued into Sunday, which after 9.5 hours of sleep, was a full day of yard work (following a belabored trip to Menard's for mulch, hanging flower baskets, etc.). I mowed down the tall dandelion puffballs covering our lawn, only to find them standing tall again today! Apparently it's impossible for the lawn mower to cut their stems, bending them long enough for the lawn to look good into the night, and then, voila!, resilience takes hold and up those stems go. Today, Memorial Day, greeted us with the not-so-harmonious sounds of the Waukesha South High School band tuning up (a mile away), their discordant notes being carried on a stream of humid air drifting through our open windows. The comfort of dry air was replaced over night with tropical humidity, and it was that tropical blanket of heat and moisture that we ran the neighborhood in this morning. The threat of storms and the need to prepare for the week ahead, has kept us tucked in to the climate controlled comfort of home. A nice way to wind down from a great 3-day weekend.





