Another first for this month – Beverly and I ran a half marathon! A few years ago, I never thought I’d find myself doing this. Thanks for Beverly’s training and guidance, we had a decent time.
I did something today that, before last month, I never thought of doing. We ran the Maryland Bay Bridge 10K.
I’ve driven over this bridge at least 100 times over the years – either visiting family or coming/going to college. I know people have walked the bridge during certain events, and I always thought it would be neat to do that. And it was everything I’d hoped it would be. The view was stunning. It was windy, but not brutal.
I’m getting better at this, and even a little faster. Speed, however, isn’t my goal. I know I slow my partner down, but she is very patient with me. I just want to finish each race we undertake, not get hurt, and I don’t want to be the last one. Today, we were solidly in the middle of the various heats/ranks for gender, age, and even total runners.
After the race, we visited Chestertown, as it wasn’t too far from where we parked for the race. This is the house I lived in for my last two years at Washington College.
We stopped in Annapolis on the way home. I took Beverly to Chick & Ruth’s “Delly,” a staple of my childhood. We walked in and put our names on the list after a group of Naval Academy midshipmen. I made a joke to the hostess about getting seated sooner, and she did! It was awesome.
This place hasn’t changed a bit! It was great.
A very nice weekend.
I love Edward Gorey. I’ve talked about him before today. I’m happy to report that we made the pilgrimage to his house, The Edward Gorey Museum. It was a thrill to stand in his former home, to marvel at his many drawings and works on view. We spent several hours there, and we even ate breakfast one day at Jack’s Outback, where Gorey frequently had both breakfast AND lunch.
New England is lovely this time of year. We explored Yarmouth, and Provincetown. Here is a partial account of the trip, in photos.
On Sunday, Lily and I made our annual trek to Bethesda for the Small Press Expo. The last one to be held in person was in 2019, for obvious reasons, and it was thrilling to attend in person once again. Most of my favorite publishers were in their usual spots, and we both picked up a few treasures. Sadly, I forgot to take any pics.
It probably reads as goofy, but it felt really good to be there. I’ve missed this event a lot.
And then, to make matters even better, Beverly and I went to see the Old 97’s with Chloë. It was one of the better September Sundays to occur so far this month, I assure you.
We completed the Charles Street 12 miler again this year. I felt stronger at the finish this year, but we actually took a little longer, which surprised me.
This still feels like a punishing run to me, but I’m encouraged to keep training.